Page 42 of Shameful Addictions

Mamba released her and left the dressing room, left her stunned and a little uncomprehending. Had he complimented her just now, in his own way?

Charlotte held up the tube top and sighed. She pulled it on, struggling to get it over her big breasts. The fabric stretched so tight it turned nearly transparent, showing off a significant amount of detail. The coral pink circlets of her nipples were clearly visible, and that was in addition to the way they jutted out.

There was nothing else for her to do, since her face was “fine as it was.” She left the dressing room. Mamba stood behind one of the cameras. His eyes pierced through her as soon as she came into view.

“Sit down on the couch.”

Charlotte obeyed. As she walked, she made note of the fact that, though the tightness of the tube top left her so exposed she might as well not have been wearing anything at all, it did keep her breasts nicely contained. They didn’t bounce around so much. It was almost a good feeling, a security of sorts that was so difficult to find in her life now.

Because of all the lights shining in her face, she couldn’t really see the other half of the room, or Mamba, though her eyes quickly adjusted. The warmth of the stage lights all blasting down upon her was almost comforting in its familiarity, though.

Screw it,she decided. If Mamba wanted a show, she would make sure he got one.

Charlotte spread her legs. Her big pussy lips spread apart, showing off her inner folds. She didn’t quite know what to do with her hands and settled for resting them on her thighs.

“You can begin at any time,” Mamba told her.

“Don’t you want to… check the audio?”

A deathly silence followed her words. She was reminded of a rattlesnake having gone silent, so she couldn’t figure out where not to step.

“I’m sorry,” she apologized quickly. “I shouldn’t question you, sir. I’m a stupid dumb bitch named Cuntflaps. Please forgive me. Please.”

A low chuckle met her apology.

Her panic began to fade immediately. Somehow, she was becoming tuned into his shifting moods.

“Whenever you’re ready, Cuntflaps.”

Charlotte pulled in a deep breath and sat back a little bit, as she used to when making her videos. She put on as good of a smile as she could manage.

“Hi everyone,” she said. “And welcome back to Living, Loving, Lifestyling, the most positive and encouraging channel you’ll ever come across. I’m your host, Charlotte. Here at Triple L, we’re all about making dreams come true.”

Her old intro slid so neatly from her lips. She trembled with relief. It felt so damn good to be working, no matter what form it took.

Now, onto the script Mamba had written.

“I’m sorry that I’ve been gone for so long. I had to take a break for my mental health. When I posted my last video, I wasn’t in a very good place and it made me say things that I shouldn’t have. I feel so much better now though, and I’ve had a lot of time to think about what I did.” Going off-script, Charlotte added, “It’s almost like I’m a whole different person now.”

“You might be noticing that I’m in a different place, and that my hair is different, and that I’ve gotten a boob job. There are so many new and wonderful things that I have to tell you about. Let’s start with the obvious. I don’t have any pants on. I’m sitting here showing off my pussy to you to let you know I’m so much more comfortable with my body than I used to be.”

“You should all be comfortable in your bodies, too. Show off your pussies, girls.” Charlotte stammered a little after that, struggling to get her stride back. “Show off your pussies, girls. Don’t be shy. Spread your legs and display yourself for your friends, for the boys in your life, and for all those handsome strangers you encounter. They’ll love it! And so will you when you see how much attention it gets you.”

“Let’s get into the topic of today’s video. This is something I have only recently learned about myself and I’m so eager to share with you.”

“How to Enjoy Degrading Sex.”

“Many of you may be resistant to the idea of being spanked, choked, having your hair pulled, or having boys ejaculate on your face. I completely understand that. Shit,” she winced at the swearing, “I spent most of my career telling you how wrong all that is. But guess what? It turns out that I’m the one who was wrong. And I’m going to own up to my mistakes so all of you can learn along with me.”

“I’ve recently realized that degrading sex is exactly what women need. See, we lack self-control and being degraded puts us in our place. It makes us aware that we are nothing more than a set of holes to be enjoyed. It keeps us in line and shows us how we’re truly meant to be, so we can live happy and fulfilling lives.”

“So, how do you go about getting used to the idea of degrading sex?”

You get a man who will show you that you have no choice in the matter.

Charlotte realized that she’d left the pause hanging in the air for too long and hurried to continue. Heaven forbid she had to do multiple takes of this.

“You should start out by watching degrading porn while you masturbate. Imagine you’re the woman in the porn,you’rethe one with the red teary eyes and it’syourmouth filled with semen.You’rehaving your breasts slapped,yournipples yanked and pulled. Soon, you’ll start associating those things with your arousal. It’s really that simple and that easy.”

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