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Anders <3

What’s that?

An app controlled prostate massager.

Anders <3

Tell me the name of the app and give me your login details.

Oh, fuck.

I should be mildly offended at how he’s speaking to me, not even a please. But the thought of him controlling my orgasm is too good to turn down. I send the details over, turn on the toy, and a few minutes later, it buzzes to life, making me jump. I drop the silky black toy on my lap and clutch my pounding heart.

Anders <3

Ha, scared you. Now quit messing about and prep yourself for me.

Hell, yes. Show time.

I spread my thighs and get to work, squirting lube onto my fingers and easing into my needy hole. It doesn’t take long before I’m a withering mess. Knowing he’s watching takes this whole thing to the next level. Is he touching himself, too? I bloody hope so. My phone pings.

Anders <3

Put a pillow under your arse, spread your thighs wider and tip your hips up so I can see that piercing and hole.

Yes, sir ;)

Anders replies with an eye-rolling emoji, and I chuckle as I get myself into the position he demands. Bossy Anders is the best, even if he is a little mean. I have his attention, and that’s all that matters.

Upgrading to a third finger, I pump my hips towards the camera so he can see the bull’s eye. The bull’s eye being my arsehole. I furiously stroke my cock, getting dangerously close.

Anders <3

Ok, enough of that. Put the toy deep inside of you, no more touching your cock.

My stomach swoops, and I fumble to slide the toy inside, groaning as it stretches me out. Clutching my phone in my trembling hand, I type a message when another comes through.

Anders <3

Now attach the nipple clamps.

Jesus Christ, I’m not sure I’m going to be able to handle all this stimulation; I already feel like I’m vibrating so much I could slip out of my skin.

Putting my phone to the side, I attach the clamps, hissing as they pinch my already erect nipples. The thin silver chain attached to the nipple clamps dangles down my stomach, tickling the head of my dick.

I suck in a deep breath and squeeze my eyes shut, trying to stabilise myself. My cock twitches against my stomach. Fuck I need to wrap my hand around it. I grab my phone.

Can I touch myself, please?

Anders <3

No, tug the chain.

I use one of my hands and tug, releasing a blaring moan at the pleasurable pain.

My phone rings in the opposite hand. Shit, he’s calling. I release the chain and answer, clicking it on loudspeaker and resting it against the centre of my chest.

“Anders, you there?”

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