I could see myself on the screen of the tablet propped up on a stool facing me, looking right at my spread and open cunt, but I couldn’t see who was watching me. The dark silhouette in the caller box onscreen moved slightly every so often, but I couldn’t tell if they were male or female. Was it someone I knew or a complete stranger? I stared intently at the dark figure, searching for some familiarity. I kept my eyes away from my own image, my swollen lips glistened in the spotlight trained between my legs, my arousal clearly visible. I liked being watched like this, I liked being spread open for some anonymous person. Sir knew that. He enjoyed watching me squirm, both in embarrassment and need.
He’d tied me up like this, splayed out on the bed with my wrists attached to my ankles and my pungent panties stuffed in my mouth, then he left me there for awhile to imagine what was about to happen. My thoughts danced and swirled, and as I fantasized about all the dirty possibilities, a began to feel a trickle between my legs. It began as a dull heat that spread from my belly to my thighs, a tickle that had me rocking my hips into the bedding ever so slightly, and then I felt a wetness begin to gather. That’s when he came in and set up the tablet, declaring that I was finally ready. He shushed me before I could even begin to pepper him with questions. Who? What? How long? They all got lost in the air around me, lost in the smell of my own arousal and the sound of my own heavy breathing.
He left me there again, this time with the stranger, gaping and glistening, writhing and bucking against my bonds, already putting on a show for this mysterious pervert. Who was I kidding. I was a pervert too, getting off on this twisted situation. I could feel my cunt clenching, as if being filled by nothing but the cool air in the room would quench my need. We all knew that wouldn’t do.
Finally, Sir came back, chuckling softly as he saw the mess he’d created, a desperate needy slut laying in her own puddle. He made sure to point that fact out to me, as if I couldn’t feel the cold moisture beneath me. I blushed, embarrassed because I knew the stranger could see. He was good at finding ways to make me cringe.
He turned to the stranger, “I’ve got your wish list. Are you ready for me to begin?”
My mind lurched, was I ready? No one asked me if I was ready! In truth we’d spent hours talking about this very thing, being watched as he tormented me. I wanted this, but I was nervous in the moment. I think he sensed my nerves, electric and buzzing through me, making my toes curl and wiggle in anticipation. He placed his hand on my head, gripping me, centering me, and I calmed instantly. He had me, we both knew it.
“Keep your eyes on the screen, blue. I don’t want you to miss anything,” he murmured into my ear before planting a kiss on my temple.
I saw him place the nipple clamps on, twisting the tiny screws slowly, deliberately, until my breath caught in a hiss between my teeth. His fingers flicked each one, a bite of pain flashing through my flesh. He clamped my lips, slippery and tender, pulling them out towards each knee and securing them with small chains to the ropes around my knees. The stranger and I could both see straight inside me, my most intimate parts on display, pink and dark and ready to be filled.
Sir used his finger to spread a glop of cold lube on my ass, rubbing it around before dipping his finger inside. I moaned as I opened for his intrusion, watching myself on screen as I allowed him inside for this strangers pleasure. I felt so dirty, but I wanted it. I enjoyed being a toy, I wanted to be played with for the entertainment of others. Sir’s other hand came into view, and I grunted as he filled my backside with a large plug. I noticed the stranger’s silhouette shift as if he were trying to get a closer look at me, and I turned my head away in shame. I couldn’t bear to imagine what the person was thinking of me, but Sir’s sharp retort reminded me of the rules, and I turned back reluctantly to the view of my filled ass and wide open cunt.
I could hear the stranger’s breathing change, a quiet rhythmic grunting that indicated he or she was enjoying themselves. A hand on a hard cock perhaps? Or maybe if I listened hard enough, I could hear the squelching of fingers in a wet pussy. The sound fed the exhibitionist in me and gave me encouragement that they liked what they were seeing. I wanted to show them more, and I would. I had no choice at the moment.
Sir snatched the sodden panties from my mouth, kissing me deeply, pressing my head into the mattress. I moaned into him, forgetting the stranger for a moment.
“Good girl, blue,” he whispered so that only we could hear it.
I buzzed with excitement, my eyes back to the screen, ready for whatever he they wanted from me. The stranger had moved closer to the screen as if he knew exactly what to expect. Was this the climax? Sir’s fingers found my clit, rubbing my hardened nub in gentle circles, and I watched his other hand bring my red panties towards my crotch. He began to stuff them inside me with his finger, poking the silky material until they were fully buried inside my cunt, soaking up my leaking juices. All I could see was a little bit of red lace peeking from between my spread lips. They filled me in a way that was completely different from a cock or a dildo, reaching every crevice inside me. I felt truly stuffed and full with the plug and my panties working in unison.
The stranger’s noises became louder, a guttural huffing that was now unmistakably masculine, as he jerked his fist over his cock. I looked at the blankness of his face, wanting him to see me see him, and bucked my hips up, feeling the panties shift inside me with the changing angle. Sir’s fingers worked my clit even faster, and I matched his movements, my hips rocking with his hand. I was so close, and then he reached down and slowly pulled them out of me, a clown’s trick as the red fabric seemed to never end. The strange feeling of the silk scraping my insides pushed me over the edge and I threw my head back and screamed, my whole body tensing as my climax washed over me. I could barely hear our guest’s orgasm over my own, male moaning and grunting as he released his spunk. I briefly wondered what he did with it. Did he come into a tissue or into his fisted hand? Was some lucky person crouched out of the camera’s view waiting to swallow him?
He was gone before I was completely coherent, the screen in front of me blank. I started to ask questions as Sir released me from my bonds, but he quieted me once more.
“You don’t need to know who. The important thing is, did you like being seen?”