Page 54 of Shameful Addictions

He gazed flatly, dispassionately back at her. He turned and left the room, leaving her alone at the screen.

Charlotte flicked her eyes back and forth between the door to the studio and the computer. Clearly, Mamba intended for her to explore.

This was the first time she had seen her channel since all of this began. It was exactly as she had last seen it, with all her old videos and playlists intact. The woman in the video thumbnails was unrecognizable to her. She could hardly believe that it was her.

That felt like a lifetime ago.

Charlotte noted something a bit amiss on her videos tab. All but one of the videos had been posted months ago. The new one was at the top left of the list, posted sometime yesterday. The thumbnail showed the new and improved Charlotte, legs spread, pussy glistening.

Feeling almost as if she was in a trance, Charlotte clicked on the video, which was titled How to Enjoy Degrading Sex.

An ad played first.

So, Mamba was able to keep his word. This is monetized.

Once the ad finished, the video started. Charlotte listened to herself speaking for a little bit, watching that fired-up, red-cheeked vixen ranting passionately on the subject of sex. Not even she could tell that she was reciting a script she had been forced to memorize.

Charlotte clicked the video to pause it, since she had no need to see the rest. She scrolled down a little bit to check out the stats and almost fell out of Mamba’s chair when she saw the view count.

Two million views on a video that hadn’t been live for even a day.

The like-to-dislike ratio was equally insane. Only ten people had pushed the dislike button, probably conservative trolls or incels. The bar representing the dislikes might as well have been nonexistent, as it was only a pixel thick.

Charlotte felt faint. She put her hand to her forehead and scrolled down a little further to see the comments.

The top comment was, perhaps predictably, “First!”

No doubt someone had been lying in wait all these months for the chance to jump in and say that.

Underneath that was a username Charlotte recognized as belonging to one of her usual commenters. “Wow!” they had written. “What a glow-up. I can’t believe how much she’s changed. And I sooo appreciate the honesty. Can’t wait to go on the rest of this journey with her!”

“Watching this video has really helped me. Thank you. I’m going to go out and practice right now.”

“I’m so going to see if this actually works. EDIT: It does. And it feels so good!”

Charlotte kept scrolling, scanning the literal thousands of comments. So many girls in the comments, many with usernames she recognized, posted about how proud they were of Charlotte for changing her life around and being honest about her mistakes; they also wrote about how they wanted to try out having degrading sex for themselves, having struggled with their own sexualities up until that point.

Eventually, all the praise blurred together. Charlotte leaned back and looked up at the ceiling, the studio swirling around her.

She had been so wrong.

She had been a sheltered and oppressed woman and had been attempting to shelter and oppress the girls who looked up to her, when all along she should have been encouraging them to do what they wanted, not what she wanted for them.

She was… proud.

Smiling to herself, Charlotte checked to make sure she was logged into her account and then went back to the comments. She started reading each one she came across and typing out short responses, thanking the commenter for their support or giving a quick personal message in response to those who expressed their eagerness to learn more and go on this journey with her.

While she read, she felt her pussy getting wetter, and knew it was because of the power she had over these young teen girls. She could change them.

She would change them.

Almost without thinking about what she was doing, Charlotte dropped one of her hands down to her lap. While she typed with the other, she slid her fingers between her legs. She spread her legs and ran her fingers down through her slit, gathering her hot, wet juices on her skin. She lifted her fingers to her mouth and licked her juices, tasted herself. She was sweet and musky, she discovered, like some sort of exotic fruit.

No wonder everyone likes to eat pussy.

Charlotte dabbled in her pussy for more of her juices and spread them on her cheeks, one at a time, mimicking what Mamba had done to her before. The warm wetness felt good on her skin.

Charlotte pressed enter to send the comment she had been working on and moved to the next one. While she typed, she rubbed her fingers up and down between her big lips. She ran one finger around her clit and moaned at how good it felt, her level of horniness ramping up. She worked her clit, occasionally pausing to push her finger hard against herself, which inevitably sent hot jolts of electricity through her body. She moaned a little louder, couldn’t help it.

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