Page 8 of The Power Play

“Where should I attach this if I use it tonight? Should I ride it from my knees? Fuck myself from behind with it?” I hum, pretending to think about more options.

The three toys are laid out in a row and then I turn my attention to the chat to see there has been some tips and requests so far. Simple small things, a flash of my tits, a couple spanks just with my hand which I drag out when completing them and hitting my skin just right to leave a pink mark.

Requests continue to come in, and as long as they pay for it, I fulfill it. I watch the goal get closer and closer to being reached, but it’s still a ways off since I make the goal fairly large when I look at it as a “grand finale.”

A name pops up on my screen, and I bite back my grin. “Hi Charles,” I greet.

Charles: Hey pretty girl, hope I didn’t miss anything good.

I pick up the toy that I got from him. “Not yet just waiting to meet my goal then I could use this, or maybe one of these,” I gesture to the other two toys in front of me.

Not even ten seconds later my goal is not only met, but the amount is double what it would be, and I have a private message from Charles to go along with it.

Charles: Fuck yourself with that toy I got you, pretty girl, and I want to see you ride it like you would ride my cock.

I nibble at my bottom lip as I read his message, the words already making me wet at the thought of doing exactly as he’s saying. I’ve seen said cock. I’ve seen said body, even only through the computer screen, both are works of art. I would take the chance to do exactly what he’s telling me to do in a second.

“Okay,” I announce, my voice breathy, “we have met the goal, thank you Charles, and he had a specific request for what he wants me to do. As always, I’m here to please.”

The chat floods with more requests that I’m going to ignore, thanks to Charles, and praise for me as I stick the toy onto the floor in the perfect view of the camera. Slowly, I work the lace outfit I’m wearing off my body revealing every part of me at an achingly slow pace. And the dominant thought in my mind is that I know how much Charles is enjoying this.

Once my breasts are free, I tug slightly at the piercings in my nipples and moan at the sensation. “I fucking love how this feels,” I tell my audience and it’s true. The piercings made themso much more sensitive. I never cared much for nipple play before, butnowI could practically come from that alone.

I slide the lingerie down my stomach and over my hips, baring myself to the strangers watching through a computer screen. I remember the thrill of doing this for the first time. Showing my naked body to strangers, touching myself. The shame ingrained in my mind from years of being told how wrong sexuality was almost made me stop, but I loved it too much to let those thoughts take over.

Now, I’m completely naked and kneeling down on the soft floor as I grab the lube I have set up and pour some of it into my hand to rub on the dildo to prep it. I stroke slowly, swaying my body and biting my lip with a soft moan for the camera. I wonder what Charles is thinking while he watches me do this. He told me to fuck it like it’s him. Is he picturing that exact scenario? Teasing himself just like I am and waiting to let go until I do? The thoughts running through my mind make me so wet I’m not even sure if the lube is necessary.

I lift myself over the dick and tease myself with it, rubbing the tip along my clit and entrance, preparing to sink down on it. Looking at the large screen in front of me, I see myself and the comments flooding in, but I don’t read any of them because that would take a lot more focus than I’m capable of right now.

Finally, I sink down on the thick length and let out a seductive moan until I’m fully seated on it.

“Fuck,that feels so good. It’s not going to take me long before I’m soaking this thing with my cum,” I groan, throwing my head back and cupping my breasts and playing with myself.

I lift up and sink back down a couple times to adjust to the size, starting to get lost in the fantasy I’m creating that Charles started with his message. I picture his perfect body underneath me. His hands secured in a way that he can’t touch me and letting me take my pleasure from him completely.

Leaning forward slightly so the toy can hit the spot inside me that will make me explode, I start to ride it faster and faster. I bite back the urge to fully give into the fantasy and accidentally say Charles’ name because at this moment all I picture is him. Fucking him. Talking to him. Performing purely for him.

I would never admit out loud this isn’t the first time I’ve fantasized about him during a show. I don’t know what it is. He’s a complete stranger and yet my mind drifts to the parts of him I’ve seen and part of me even wishes I could see more. Even if it will never happen.

The release hits me suddenly and I fall forward, catching myself on my elbows as I ride it out with a cry that isn’t even exaggerated. When I finally look up to the screen with a smirk there’s too many comments and messages from others that I barely pay attention to because one message catches my eye and I smile at the single word.

Charles: Perfection.

6

Ican’t pull my eyes away from the screen. From the woman who appears to be looking directly at me, despite the lace mask covering half of her face. I can see her eyes and I can’t help but focus on them, despite the rest of her body being bared to the camera. They are mostly brown, but there’s specks of green that’s highlighted by the bright lights she has on her during her show.

There’s also something almost familiar about them. It might be from the years I’ve spent coming back to her. Despite trying to quit and move on with my life, I always come back to Lacey. I don’twantit to be like this. I don’twantto be unable to physically be with a woman. But whenever I try and it gets close to sex, I freak out, unable to go through with it and leave.

Lacey is safe, the computer screen between us makes it safe. Despite me beating my dick raw to her countless times and thinking about what it would feel like if it was her sweet pussy strangling my dick instead of my hand, I know it would be the same in person as it always is for me. I would freeze.

Sex in real life comes with complications, comes with repercussions. I came too close to that being my reality and I never want to experience that again.

I watch as Lacey appears to bite back a smile and I can’t help but wonder if it’s from the last message I sent her. The single word that describes her.

Perfection.

She signs off from the cam room and that’s when I finally pull myself away to clean up the mess I made. I wiped off with tissues, but I head into the bathroom to take a shower where I’ll likely jack off again thinking about her. This time in my mind she will be screaming my name.

---