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If you divide 2020 by 5, you get 404

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First, I’ll say that I am fully vaccinated and still masking/social distancing as needed.

Second…

I turn 36 in about two months, and this year I am on a Renaissance Festival Revenge Tour, cramming in as many of them as I can. In fact, I’m shooting for 4. This past weekend, I managed to cram in one half- on the PA Ren Faire’s grounds- by attending “Celtic Fling”, a whole festival celebrating Celtic culture, music, and Highland games. Great time. Scored a bunch of CDs from a new-to-me Irish rock group, the Kilmaine Saints, a new corset, and some other gorgeous goodies from the market place; got a taste of the PA faire, and I am now looking forward to revisiting during the regular season.

All this because, prior to 2020, I had never missed a year. My birthday always falls at the height of faire season, and I’ve been going since I was a wee bairn, as the Scots would say. Precisely one week old. Gestated, born, and baptized in faire culture, making me a lifelong Rennie.

It’s hard to say why I find this geeky, barely-historical, hot, exhausting, expensive, usually far-flung way to spend a weekend so fun, but… it’s really not. Faires are loaded with indulgent food, booze, entertainment, unique performers and incredible music, beautiful artisan goods, dirty jokes, and of course- hot people in revealing clothes. Men in kilts, women in low-cut bodices, sexy barbarians, naughty pirates, and more; it’s an entire community of oddballs having a grand old time playing up the schtick. Plus, I get so many fabulous costume pieces at faires. Skirts, chemises, corsets, jewelry and other accessories- all of which I use in my daily wardrobe.

Shimmery teal corset is my newest acquisition…



My four attempted faires this year will be two upstate NY events, and two here in PA. It’s going to require a lot of travel, but I will be debuting new pieces and outfits, including a long-skirted version of my black-and-burgundy garb.

I’m even including a trip to faire in the next leg of material for my ménage romance While Chasing Our Dreams . 😉 Hoping to get that out and posted up soon! Want a little taste?

This excerpt is explicit, containing elements of degradation, D/s, and objectification, themed on toys, mutual masturbation over video chat, orgasm training, edging, and big penetration. More to come!

            A weekend with Jane in the house would be perfect for moving forward in our relationship, for a number of reasons. Not the least of which, for me, was getting to explore her sexually on a personal- and deeper­– level. Since we got back from New York, and after M launched the idea, I’d been exploring my submissive via text message, phone call, and video call on my own as well as with the guys. About a week had passed since we met her, and she’d fallen back into her normal masturbatory habits. Usually once daily at night.
            This meant she’d been texting me her fantasies in some serious detail, and I was starting to pick up on certain threads- hints of a larger picture she wasn’t quite letting me see. The feisty little girl was holding back on us with something big, and I planned to have it out of her next time she was in my arms. I got the sense that whatever it was might be heavy, perhaps something she didn’t think M and/or Randy could deal with. Randy I wasn’t concerned about on any kind of sexual front. M, though… I knew he had some lines in the sand he wouldn’t cross. Our werewolf roleplay in the hotel was about the roughest he’d ever been with a woman.
            Jane’s attitude, responses, fantasies, kinks, and confessions so far led me to surmise that her needs went deeper. Nastier. I think she liked to be fucked much harder than she let on so far, and maybe there were some scenes in the back of her head she wouldn’t have sprung on us right out of the gate.
            With that in mind, I started doing some research. Fetlife is a hell of a resource, and so were the dozens of kink and fetish sites I dug up. Some more educational, and others purely pornographic or communal, but I soaked up as much info as my brain could hold in the off hours I wasn’t working, hanging out with my friends, with M, or talking to Jane in some capacity.
            I pieced it together bit by bit. The control… the intensity of Domination and use she was seeking… How she responded when we got nasty. There were serious levels of masochism and degradation in her. Her tendency to surrender herself so easily, no matter how we might react to it, made me dig deeper still. What kind of submissive did this make her? A slave? A pet? I studied a long list of kinks and ticked off any that Jane had admitted to or shown signs of, and eventually it led me to my theory. All Jane’s revealed kinks and her sexual behavior so far seemed like they could center on a particular fetish, one considered “edge” play or RACK- “risk-aware consensual kink”.
            Hohhhh my. If I turned out to be correct, then the girl and I were due a very thorough conversation, and one hell of an evening. I could see why she might be reluctant to let us in on it, especially given her sensitivity to M. The boy had his limits, and this would definitely be one.
            As such, I decided not to reveal my hand yet. Not until I had some fun with Jane one-on-one.
            “Now, little fucktoy. Lube it up.”
            This instruction was delivered over Skype one night, while I had the morsel spread out exactly as I wanted her. She had her toys nearby and was wearing the lingerie I’d picked out in NYC. At that point in our call, she’d given me two orgasms, which I ordered specifically to get her wet and warmed up. The key to big, thick penetration is practice- and lubrication galore. My sweet slutty sub needed to be loosened up, her pussy stretched and trained to handle not only what Randy and I were packing on our own, but large toys, double penetrations, and maybe even all the way up to fisting. Whether or not I could get one of my hands in Jane’s snatch was irrelevant in the long run. One of us would, at some point, and I would live to see it.
            To that end, I had to exercise her cunt.
            “Yes, Master.” I watched as my girl dutifully squirted and spread lube across the tip and shaft of her gargantuan toy.
            “Nervous?” I asked, a hint of laughter in my voice.
            “A little,” she admitted, now rubbing the excess liquid between her legs, off her hand.
            “You’ll be fine, Jane,” I reassured her. “We’re going to take this slow and work your tight little pussy until it opens up for me. By the time we’re building a future together, you’ll be able to take anything you want.” Onscreen, she seemed to visibly relax.
            “I guess the vagina is just like any other muscle, huh? Capable of flexibility and training.”
            “That’s right baby,” I soothed. “You’ve done a good job maintaining and toning your pelvic floor, and now I’m going to start helping you achieve the opposite- we’re gonna increase your ability to stretch.” I gave a nod. “Put the tip at your entrance.
            She obeyed me, and I watched the screen hungrily. Though it tapered at the tip, the fake cock I sent her home with was thicker than me or Randy precisely because her inner muscles needed to experience a full stretch. The increased flexibility would help sex become easier for her over time. She’d already told me how things with her last boyfriend had gotten difficult toward the end, especially after he’d been pierced. I don’t think any of us were about to get any metal put in our cocks, but the story stuck with me.
            Jane was truly afraid that she’d start struggling to accept our cocks, and even more afraid of complications in birth. Truthfully, knowing what I did of maternal healthcare and birth practices in the US, it was a legit concern. The last thing any of us wanted- especially Jane- was her tearing or ripping trying to push out our kids.
            “Very good, baby. Start easing it in. Curve your pelvis upward to allow better depth if you need to. Go slow.” Closing her eyes, the woman I was falling for started pressing her dildo into the pink opening I could barely see. Her breath was steady but shallow.
            “It’s going in,” she rasped. “The lube is definitely helping but oh… fuck, it’s thick…”
            “Steady, Jane. Take your time.” Only an inch or two had started disappearing in her hole so far. “Try lightly pushing and pulling to spread your wetness more evenly.” Nodding, she took the suggestion and I watched her hand work the shaft.
            “Ohhh…” she moaned, digging her heels into her bed. “It’s starting to hurt, Master!” I could hear the panic in her throat and cursed to myself. If I were there, holding her, taking control, she’d be more at ease and I knew it.
            “Gentle baby, gentle,” I said, trying to keep my tone calm and even. “Think of it like a butt plug. Use your Kegels to push back and see if it helps.”
            I could tell she was trying, but my poor subbie started to grimace. She wiggled, trying to slide the toy deeper, but it was like a blockade was set up inside her pussy.
            “I can’t get past the entrance,” she whined, clenching her teeth together. “It hurts.”
            “Breathe,” I urged, keeping my voice level. “Pull back. Add lube.” She obeyed, breathing hard, then resumed trying. I could see the strain and frustration on her. “Easy Jane. There’s no rush here,” I cautioned her, keeping my Dominance simmering steadily. I had to pace myself as well as her.
            “Why won’t it just go in?” She whined. “What’s wrong with me?”
            “Jane,” I reprimanded sternly, but not harshly. “If you wanted to start lifting weights, would you immediately shoot for a barbell with two fifty-pound plates, or would you start small and work your way up?”
            “S-start small,” she uttered, pausing.
            “This is bigger than you’ve had before, yes, but there’s even bigger than that. We’re training you for sexual territory you’ve only ventured in your wildest dreams.” I heard her breath catch, and the added arousal helped her achieve another inch, and she cried out.
            “Oh! Fuck!” The jolt went through her whole body. “Thick…”
            “There’s nothing wrong with you, Jane,” I soothed, watching her sink into my words. Watched her slit yield hungrily. “You spent all your energy on tightening yourself up, taking control of your Kegels, and you got very good at it. I want to take you so completely sexually you lose that control, and can only accept what I do to your sweet little cunt. That tight fucking hole I’m going to conquer.” Jane gasped, and I got another inch.
            “Fuck, it fucking hurts!” She cried, but I saw her hips pulse. Arousal was helping, and her reaction to what I said was affirming some of my suspicions. I had to push her more.
            “Stroke your clit,” I commanded. Through gritted teeth she sucked breath and nodded, sliding her hand, with vibe, down her body. “You need pleasure with your pain, don’t you, my submissive fucktoy?”
            Some strangled, wounded noise escaped her throat, and her color deepened. She worked the small nub of her clitoris in rapid strokes, and I saw the moment her body let go. With a sharp inhalation and a warble, my precious slut was able to breach her tight snatch and get the toy in– and she had to smother her yelp.
            “It’s so much, Master!” Jane writhed, her ass squirming. “How the fuck did it go in me?!”
            “Don’t stop stroking yourself,” I hissed, my balls tightening as I watched. “You’re going to come again, with that toy in your pussy. While you do, I want you to watch me.” There, it was like I’d hypnotized her. Immediately she focused in the camera’s direction, and on me. I unzipped my jeans and tugged them down, freeing my painfully erect cock. “You did this to me, Jane. You. Your sexy body, your submission, your cries.”
            More sputters and whimpers greeted me from the screen.
            “You see how hard I am right now?” I drew all clothing away from my groin and adjusted my laptop, so that the entire view on her screen would be the stiff erection I palmed. In full view, I ran my thumb across the ridge of my head and then the tip. I was dripping. Dripping for the daring, submissive tart rapidly falling under my spell. “You belong to this, Jane. Slut. Fucking little whore. This cock owns you.” She liked possessive language and degradation; I wanted to see how far I could take it.
            What a reaction I got, and it was instantaneous. She moaned, her entire body jerking. A low whine followed.
            “Y-yes, Master,” she keened, fully entrenched in my game. “Your cock owns me.”
            “That’s right, fucktoy. Your cunt only exists for me to fuck and fill. I’ll slam this cock inside you until I spill every last drop of cum, and then I’ll make sure my brothers use you for theirs, too. Cumdump. You’re our fucktoy cumdump, and I’m never going to let you go a day where I don’t use you like meat for my own pleasure.” I let my voice get rougher, harsher. Jane lapped it up, squealing and pleading with me to take her in ways that gave me more and more ownership of her body. I could tell she was getting close to climax, her mouth senselessly chanting her wishes for me to take her pussy, as if in prayer.
            Such filthy, incredible benedictions that filled me with a raging desire to pounce. The only thing I could do was to lube myself up, start stroking, and keep talking.
            “If I were there right now, this load would be up your cunt faster than you could scream my name,” I grunted, squirting and spreading lube along my shaft and head. “When you belong to me fully, I’ll only ever spend it down your throat, in your pussy and ass, or all over your body. You’re supposed to be my fucking cum-slut. That means you’re responsible for taking my cum. Isn’t that right, Jane?” I started stroking myself, taking care to warm up before going too hard or fast. The idea was to get to a point when I wanted to blow, and would, using my orgasm to push Jane further.
            “Yes! Yes!” She gasped, her body wound so tight I could see her trembling. “I’m your cum-whore…” Her words were garbled and breathless as she strained on the edge of explosion, but I wasn’t ready to let her finish so easily.
            “How does it feel, getting close to orgasm with that huge toy inside you?” I asked, gliding my fingers and palm up and down my erect dick.
            “Unbelievable,” she whined, ass lifting off the bed. “My p-pussy’s so full it can b-barely c-contract…”
            “Just wait until you do, Jane. You’re going to howl.” I grinned, starting a faster stroke. “But you’re not allowed to cum yet. I want to edge you, and when I say so, you will orgasm on demand for me.” Air hissed through her teeth on my speaker.
            “Ahhh-ah-ahhhhhow?” She cried, body fighting itself as she slowed her vibrator action.
            “If you feel yourself about to go over the edge, do whatever you have to in order to prevent yourself from coming. If you have to stop, stop. I’ll tell you when I want you to start again, and you must watch me, Jane. Don’t take your eyes off this dick, because your filthy little cunt’s only good for pleasing it.”
            “Ffffffuckkkkkk,” she sobbed, lifting the vibrator away from her clit. I was proud, and having my commands obeyed so easily felt like a goddamn high.
            “Fuck I want to be in you,” I growled, pumping my hips and moving my fist at the same time. “My good little fucktoy. I’m squeezing down on my shaft just like you do with your Kegels, but it’s nothing compared to how good it feels to ravage you.”
            “Master please,” she begged gutturally, watching me through the screen.
            “Not yet.” I gripped myself firm, jerking faster. I wanted her to start her climax moments before mine, as a means of controlling it and building intimacy between us even though we couldn’t touch. If I let her rest too long, she’d lose progress. Too soon, and she’d get back to the peak too fast and might accidentally put herself over. Perhaps a ten second pause?
            The numbers raced through my brain as I increased my pace. I factored at least four seconds for the short exchange, and gave myself six tugs to count down. I issued the command through my teeth.
            “Now,” I ordered, and Jane croaked as she set the buzzing toy to her clit again. I watched hungrily, my stroke falling into the rhythm of hers. For a few minutes it was just that- baring ourselves to the other, finding pleasure together, even through a screen.
            Marvels of modern technology.
            I relished the silence, taking it to weigh the sight in front of me. A free live porn show I got to control, sure. But it was more than that. This was all for me; all of this woman was mine, obeying my every word. I absorbed every wiggle and studied every tiny noise she made. There was no doubt my submissive, wildly sexual girl was moaning for me, enjoying herself- but she was slipping. She wasn’t reaching the peak as quickly.
            I found that while I enjoyed the moment to take it all in, without being there to read her and communicate with my touch alone, we both needed more.
            Another push.
            “Making you cum on demand is a goal of mine, Jane,” I told her, almost like I was giving a warning. She sputtered a bit.
            “Why?” The slut was so tightly wound, it came out choked. “Why is that, Master?”
            I couldn’t help chuckling, even as her baffled expression made me harder.
            “Because I want to control you sexually.” The flat declaration made her jolt. “Your cunt, your orgasms, your moans and screams. How you react when I strike your ass, even the position you’re in while you take my friends’ cocks. Everything, Jane. I want the hot, wet, sex toy cum slut you promised me at dinner. I’ll make you do whatever I want sexually because that’s all you’re good for.”
            I kept pumping, but Jane ripped the vibrator away from her pussy, heaving for air. She was shaking.
            “Good girl,” I praised, my words pleased but raspy. “You’re going to wait twelve seconds, then start again. This time, I’m going to let you come. But, you have to wait until I start before you’re allowed, Jane. Understand?”
            “Ye-e-s, Master,” she whined, fully in my power.
            “Good. Count back from nine for me. Then start stroking.”
            I threw myself into the motion of my slick palm, and pumped my hips in time. With my free hand, I angled the screen of my computer to get a better look, for what little that did. Jane counted.
            “Nine… eight… seven… s-six… fiv-ve… four… three… two… one…” Following my command, she set the vibe down and started rubbing her clit again. This time there would be nothing to drag us down.
          Things started coming out of my mouth- growls and moans, words to degrade and possess her- anything I could think of that went quickly forgotten in the haze. There was my fucktoy, her sweet cunt stuffed with the biggest dildo I thought she could take. Seconds away from detonation all over it. My balls drew upward and I made sure the camera was focused on the relentless action at my cock. I wanted her to see the exact moment I let go so I could make her answer my climax.
            “This load should go up your tiny snatch,” I half-snarled, “instead I’m losing it in my hand, pretending it’s your heat. I want you to watch me cum, Jane, and then you’re allowed to finish. You’ll come the second I order it.”
            “I- I understand, Master,” she said through clenched teeth. The motion of her vibe was dizzying as her body drew tight. I could hear the strain in her voice. This- she– was all mine. God, I fucking enjoyed it.
            “I can’t wait to dump my seed in you again. Until then, baby…” with a final groan, I brought myself to the peak. “Watch me.”I'm even including a trip to faire in the next leg of material for my ménage romance While Chasing Our Dreams. ;) Hoping to get that out and posted up soon! Want a little taste?

This excerpt is explicit, containing elements of degradation, D/s, and objectification, themed on toys, mutual masturbation over video chat, orgasm training, edging, and big penetration. More to come!

            A weekend with Jane in the house would be perfect for moving forward in our relationship, for a number of reasons. Not the least of which, for me, was getting to explore her sexually on a personal- and deeper­- level. Since we got back from New York, and after M launched the idea, I’d been exploring my submissive via text message, phone call, and video call on my own as well as with the guys. About a week had passed since we met her, and she’d fallen back into her normal masturbatory habits. Usually once daily at night.
            This meant she’d been texting me her fantasies in some serious detail, and I was starting to pick up on certain threads- hints of a larger picture she wasn’t quite letting me see. The feisty little girl was holding back on us with something big, and I planned to have it out of her next time she was in my arms. I got the sense that whatever it was might be heavy, perhaps something she didn’t think M and/or Randy could deal with. Randy I wasn’t concerned about on any kind of sexual front. M, though… I knew he had some lines in the sand he wouldn’t cross. Our werewolf roleplay in the hotel was about the roughest he’d ever been with a woman.
            Jane’s attitude, responses, fantasies, kinks, and confessions so far led me to surmise that her needs went deeper. Nastier. I think she liked to be fucked much harder than she let on so far, and maybe there were some scenes in the back of her head she wouldn’t have sprung on us right out of the gate.
            With that in mind, I started doing some research. Fetlife is a hell of a resource, and so were the dozens of kink and fetish sites I dug up. Some more educational, and others purely pornographic or communal, but I soaked up as much info as my brain could hold in the off hours I wasn’t working, hanging out with my friends, with M, or talking to Jane in some capacity.
            I pieced it together bit by bit. The control… the intensity of Domination and use she was seeking… How she responded when we got nasty. There were serious levels of masochism and degradation in her. Her tendency to surrender herself so easily, no matter how we might react to it, made me dig deeper still. What kind of submissive did this make her? A slave? A pet? I studied a long list of kinks and ticked off any that Jane had admitted to or shown signs of, and eventually it led me to my theory. All Jane’s revealed kinks and her sexual behavior so far seemed like they could center on a particular fetish, one considered “edge” play or RACK- “risk-aware consensual kink”.
            Hohhhh my. If I turned out to be correct, then the girl and I were due a very thorough conversation, and one hell of an evening. I could see why she might be reluctant to let us in on it, especially given her sensitivity to M. The boy had his limits, and this would definitely be one.
            As such, I decided not to reveal my hand yet. Not until I had some fun with Jane one-on-one.
            “Now, little fucktoy. Lube it up.”
            This instruction was delivered over Skype one night, while I had the morsel spread out exactly as I wanted her. She had her toys nearby and was wearing the lingerie I’d picked out in NYC. At that point in our call, she’d given me two orgasms, which I ordered specifically to get her wet and warmed up. The key to big, thick penetration is practice- and lubrication galore. My sweet slutty sub needed to be loosened up, her pussy stretched and trained to handle not only what Randy and I were packing on our own, but large toys, double penetrations, and maybe even all the way up to fisting. Whether or not I could get one of my hands in Jane’s snatch was irrelevant in the long run. One of us would, at some point, and I would live to see it.
            To that end, I had to exercise her cunt.
            “Yes, Master.” I watched as my girl dutifully squirted and spread lube across the tip and shaft of her gargantuan toy.
            “Nervous?” I asked, a hint of laughter in my voice.
            “A little,” she admitted, now rubbing the excess liquid between her legs, off her hand.
            “You’ll be fine, Jane,” I reassured her. “We’re going to take this slow and work your tight little pussy until it opens up for me. By the time we’re building a future together, you’ll be able to take anything you want.” Onscreen, she seemed to visibly relax.
            “I guess the vagina is just like any other muscle, huh? Capable of flexibility and training.”
            “That’s right baby,” I soothed. “You’ve done a good job maintaining and toning your pelvic floor, and now I’m going to start helping you achieve the opposite- we’re gonna increase your ability to stretch.” I gave a nod. “Put the tip at your entrance.
            She obeyed me, and I watched the screen hungrily. Though it tapered at the tip, the fake cock I sent her home with was thicker than me or Randy precisely because her inner muscles needed to experience a full stretch. The increased flexibility would help sex become easier for her over time. She’d already told me how things with her last boyfriend had gotten difficult toward the end, especially after he’d been pierced. I don’t think any of us were about to get any metal put in our cocks, but the story stuck with me.
            Jane was truly afraid that she’d start struggling to accept our cocks, and even more afraid of complications in birth. Truthfully, knowing what I did of maternal healthcare and birth practices in the US, it was a legit concern. The last thing any of us wanted- especially Jane- was her tearing or ripping trying to push out our kids.
            “Very good, baby. Start easing it in. Curve your pelvis upward to allow better depth if you need to. Go slow.” Closing her eyes, the woman I was falling for started pressing her dildo into the pink opening I could barely see. Her breath was steady but shallow.
            “It’s going in,” she rasped. “The lube is definitely helping but oh… fuck, it’s thick…”
            “Steady, Jane. Take your time.” Only an inch or two had started disappearing in her hole so far. “Try lightly pushing and pulling to spread your wetness more evenly.” Nodding, she took the suggestion and I watched her hand work the shaft.
            “Ohhh…” she moaned, digging her heels into her bed. “It’s starting to hurt, Master!” I could hear the panic in her throat and cursed to myself. If I were there, holding her, taking control, she’d be more at ease and I knew it.
            “Gentle baby, gentle,” I said, trying to keep my tone calm and even. “Think of it like a butt plug. Use your Kegels to push back and see if it helps.”
            I could tell she was trying, but my poor subbie started to grimace. She wiggled, trying to slide the toy deeper, but it was like a blockade was set up inside her pussy.
            “I can’t get past the entrance,” she whined, clenching her teeth together. “It hurts.”
            “Breathe,” I urged, keeping my voice level. “Pull back. Add lube.” She obeyed, breathing hard, then resumed trying. I could see the strain and frustration on her. “Easy Jane. There’s no rush here,” I cautioned her, keeping my Dominance simmering steadily. I had to pace myself as well as her.
            “Why won’t it just go in?” She whined. “What’s wrong with me?”
            “Jane,” I reprimanded sternly, but not harshly. “If you wanted to start lifting weights, would you immediately shoot for a barbell with two fifty-pound plates, or would you start small and work your way up?”
            “S-start small,” she uttered, pausing.
            “This is bigger than you’ve had before, yes, but there’s even bigger than that. We’re training you for sexual territory you’ve only ventured in your wildest dreams.” I heard her breath catch, and the added arousal helped her achieve another inch, and she cried out.
            “Oh! Fuck!” The jolt went through her whole body. “Thick…”
            “There’s nothing wrong with you, Jane,” I soothed, watching her sink into my words. Watched her slit yield hungrily. “You spent all your energy on tightening yourself up, taking control of your Kegels, and you got very good at it. I want to take you so completely sexually you lose that control, and can only accept what I do to your sweet little cunt. That tight fucking hole I’m going to conquer.” Jane gasped, and I got another inch.
            “Fuck, it fucking hurts!” She cried, but I saw her hips pulse. Arousal was helping, and her reaction to what I said was affirming some of my suspicions. I had to push her more.
            “Stroke your clit,” I commanded. Through gritted teeth she sucked breath and nodded, sliding her hand, with vibe, down her body. “You need pleasure with your pain, don’t you, my submissive fucktoy?”
            Some strangled, wounded noise escaped her throat, and her color deepened. She worked the small nub of her clitoris in rapid strokes, and I saw the moment her body let go. With a sharp inhalation and a warble, my precious slut was able to breach her tight snatch and get the toy in- and she had to smother her yelp.
            “It’s so much, Master!” Jane writhed, her ass squirming. “How the fuck did it go in me?!”
            “Don’t stop stroking yourself,” I hissed, my balls tightening as I watched. “You’re going to come again, with that toy in your pussy. While you do, I want you to watch me.” There, it was like I’d hypnotized her. Immediately she focused in the camera’s direction, and on me. I unzipped my jeans and tugged them down, freeing my painfully erect cock. “You did this to me, Jane. You. Your sexy body, your submission, your cries.”
            More sputters and whimpers greeted me from the screen.
            “You see how hard I am right now?” I drew all clothing away from my groin and adjusted my laptop, so that the entire view on her screen would be the stiff erection I palmed. In full view, I ran my thumb across the ridge of my head and then the tip. I was dripping. Dripping for the daring, submissive tart rapidly falling under my spell. “You belong to this, Jane. Slut. Fucking little whore. This cock owns you.” She liked possessive language and degradation; I wanted to see how far I could take it.
            What a reaction I got, and it was instantaneous. She moaned, her entire body jerking. A low whine followed.
            “Y-yes, Master,” she keened, fully entrenched in my game. “Your cock owns me.”
            “That’s right, fucktoy. Your cunt only exists for me to fuck and fill. I’ll slam this cock inside you until I spill every last drop of cum, and then I’ll make sure my brothers use you for theirs, too. Cumdump. You’re our fucktoy cumdump, and I’m never going to let you go a day where I don’t use you like meat for my own pleasure.” I let my voice get rougher, harsher. Jane lapped it up, squealing and pleading with me to take her in ways that gave me more and more ownership of her body. I could tell she was getting close to climax, her mouth senselessly chanting her wishes for me to take her pussy, as if in prayer.
            Such filthy, incredible benedictions that filled me with a raging desire to pounce. The only thing I could do was to lube myself up, start stroking, and keep talking.
            “If I were there right now, this load would be up your cunt faster than you could scream my name,” I grunted, squirting and spreading lube along my shaft and head. “When you belong to me fully, I’ll only ever spend it down your throat, in your pussy and ass, or all over your body. You’re supposed to be my fucking cum-slut. That means you’re responsible for taking my cum. Isn’t that right, Jane?” I started stroking myself, taking care to warm up before going too hard or fast. The idea was to get to a point when I wanted to blow, and would, using my orgasm to push Jane further.
            “Yes! Yes!” She gasped, her body wound so tight I could see her trembling. “I’m your cum-whore…” Her words were garbled and breathless as she strained on the edge of explosion, but I wasn’t ready to let her finish so easily.
            “How does it feel, getting close to orgasm with that huge toy inside you?” I asked, gliding my fingers and palm up and down my erect dick.
            “Unbelievable,” she whined, ass lifting off the bed. “My p-pussy’s so full it can b-barely c-contract…”
            “Just wait until you do, Jane. You’re going to howl.” I grinned, starting a faster stroke. “But you’re not allowed to cum yet. I want to edge you, and when I say so, you will orgasm on demand for me.” Air hissed through her teeth on my speaker.
            “Ahhh-ah-ahhhhhow?” She cried, body fighting itself as she slowed her vibrator action.
            “If you feel yourself about to go over the edge, do whatever you have to in order to prevent yourself from coming. If you have to stop, stop. I’ll tell you when I want you to start again, and you must watch me, Jane. Don’t take your eyes off this dick, because your filthy little cunt’s only good for pleasing it.”
            “Ffffffuckkkkkk,” she sobbed, lifting the vibrator away from her clit. I was proud, and having my commands obeyed so easily felt like a goddamn high.
            “Fuck I want to be in you,” I growled, pumping my hips and moving my fist at the same time. “My good little fucktoy. I’m squeezing down on my shaft just like you do with your Kegels, but it’s nothing compared to how good it feels to ravage you.”
            “Master please,” she begged gutturally, watching me through the screen.
            “Not yet.” I gripped myself firm, jerking faster. I wanted her to start her climax moments before mine, as a means of controlling it and building intimacy between us even though we couldn’t touch. If I let her rest too long, she’d lose progress. Too soon, and she’d get back to the peak too fast and might accidentally put herself over. Perhaps a ten second pause?
            The numbers raced through my brain as I increased my pace. I factored at least four seconds for the short exchange, and gave myself six tugs to count down. I issued the command through my teeth.
            “Now,” I ordered, and Jane croaked as she set the buzzing toy to her clit again. I watched hungrily, my stroke falling into the rhythm of hers. For a few minutes it was just that- baring ourselves to the other, finding pleasure together, even through a screen.
            Marvels of modern technology.
            I relished the silence, taking it to weigh the sight in front of me. A free live porn show I got to control, sure. But it was more than that. This was all for me; all of this woman was mine, obeying my every word. I absorbed every wiggle and studied every tiny noise she made. There was no doubt my submissive, wildly sexual girl was moaning for me, enjoying herself- but she was slipping. She wasn’t reaching the peak as quickly.
            I found that while I enjoyed the moment to take it all in, without being there to read her and communicate with my touch alone, we both needed more.
            Another push.
            “Making you cum on demand is a goal of mine, Jane,” I told her, almost like I was giving a warning. She sputtered a bit.
            “Why?” The slut was so tightly wound, it came out choked. “Why is that, Master?”
            I couldn’t help chuckling, even as her baffled expression made me harder.
            “Because I want to control you sexually.” The flat declaration made her jolt. “Your cunt, your orgasms, your moans and screams. How you react when I strike your ass, even the position you’re in while you take my friends’ cocks. Everything, Jane. I want the hot, wet, sex toy cum slut you promised me at dinner. I’ll make you do whatever I want sexually because that’s all you’re good for.”
            I kept pumping, but Jane ripped the vibrator away from her pussy, heaving for air. She was shaking.
            “Good girl,” I praised, my words pleased but raspy. “You’re going to wait twelve seconds, then start again. This time, I’m going to let you come. But, you have to wait until I start before you’re allowed, Jane. Understand?”
            “Ye-e-s, Master,” she whined, fully in my power.
            “Good. Count back from nine for me. Then start stroking.”
            I threw myself into the motion of my slick palm, and pumped my hips in time. With my free hand, I angled the screen of my computer to get a better look, for what little that did. Jane counted.
            “Nine… eight… seven… s-six… fiv-ve… four… three… two… one…” Following my command, she set the vibe down and started rubbing her clit again. This time there would be nothing to drag us down.
          Things started coming out of my mouth- growls and moans, words to degrade and possess her- anything I could think of that went quickly forgotten in the haze. There was my fucktoy, her sweet cunt stuffed with the biggest dildo I thought she could take. Seconds away from detonation all over it. My balls drew upward and I made sure the camera was focused on the relentless action at my cock. I wanted her to see the exact moment I let go so I could make her answer my climax.
            “This load should go up your tiny snatch,” I half-snarled, “instead I’m losing it in my hand, pretending it’s your heat. I want you to watch me cum, Jane, and then you’re allowed to finish. You’ll come the second I order it.”
            “I- I understand, Master,” she said through clenched teeth. The motion of her vibe was dizzying as her body drew tight. I could hear the strain in her voice. This- she- was all mine. God, I fucking enjoyed it.
             “I can’t wait to dump my seed in you again. Until then, baby…” with a final groan, I brought myself to the peak. “Watch me.”


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