Most of the fetish stuff wasn’t really her thing, but they tended to pay the best. Tameena adjusted the lighting on the tripod lamp towering over her, training the soft glow on her barefoot cradled in her hand, all her nails a satisfying match of dark purple. Her studio apartment was modest in size, the walls an alarming raspberry shade, with glossy light-wood floorboards. The space was littered with a mismatched array of white furniture amassed over years of deal-hunting online, with an abundance of blankets, framed pictures and cushions, creating a homely and inviting atmosphere. The curtains had been left open on the bright Saturday morning allowing the natural light to cascade into the room. The benefit of being several floors up was that Tameena didn’t have to worry about anyone looking in on her prancing around naked while she worked.
The room was rectangular, with the window at the far end taking up most of the small wall. In front of it was her wardrobe on the left and unmade double bed on the right – currently twisted with white sheets and tossed pillows. In the middle of the room was the sofa, pressed back against the long wall on the right, facing the TV on the wall opposite, then finally the kitchen area of white glossy countertops along the wall near to the front door. Another door in the middle of the room led to her bathroom. Tameena was currently perched on the white fabric of the sofa amid wires and lamps, gripping a pen between her teeth, as she mumbled along incoherently to the music blaring an uptempo tune from a sappy musical from her youth. Something about taking these perverse shots with the backdrop of such innocent music made her smile.
She snapped the last few angles of her newly pedicured feet from various angles, and sighed with satisfaction at the results. She found her photography skills were improving and was pleased at the composition of these shots. Bringing her feet down from resting on the arm of the sofa, Tameena retrieved her silver laptop from the floor nearby. It was cold against her bare skin. She plugged in her camera to upload the photos, emailing them to her client and ticking off ‘Another fucking feet pic’ from the list of requests in her fluffy pink notebook.
Ever since her free pics had started trending on forums and social media, she was up on subscriptions to her private Snapchat, and was getting more premium requests than ever, so much so that now she had to actually keep notes! It had taken all morning, but finally she was all caught up. She yelled out the lyrics to the next line in triumph, extending her arms up to the sky, fingers splayed out, stretching them to punctuate the final note as the song ended and another followed it. She chuckled to herself, her breasts jiggling as she slumped back on the couch.
Her newest clients were a mixed bunch: guys and girls from all over, and it seemed their tastes were more eclectic than she was used to. She’d had to order some new bondage equipment and outfits to fulfill some of them, and Tameena wanted to squeal with excitement knowing they would arrive in a few days. The thrill of something new! However adventurous she was, some of these new requests were… a bit beyond her comfort zone; she had considered some of them but ultimately ended up rejecting a fair few. You didn’t get far as a pornographic model by being a pushover, and Tameena knew to pace herself. There was plenty of time to work up to the scary stuff, she had only just gotten comfortable with posting regular nudes.
The laptop chimed with new emails, and Tameena opened her inbox to look at the new batch of requests. There were actually a fair few. As always, she began by whittling down the definite ‘nos’. All the requests about her collaborating with other girls went straight to trash, as did any of the super extreme rape-kink stuff, and lastly were all of the face picture requests.
Of all the sick stuff people would ask her to do, she was most amazed by just how much people were willing to pay to see her face. Hundreds, sometimes thousands of dollars! She had been promising her long-term fans a face reveal for quite some time now, having said it would come at 5,000 subscribers, but that milestone was approaching fast and Tameena didn’t feel ready. It was only a few months ago that the money for this job even became enough to live on and let her quit her waitressing job. Now she was actually doing it properly and enjoying herself, but if she really wanted to contend with the big stars, she knew she had to commit at some point. All those girls showed their faces. Tameena had started all this as a bit of fun, some motivation to work out and eat well, maybe make a few bucks, but now it was taking off she felt a certain responsibility to her fanbase. To herself. She had to be the best she could be and give it her all, but she could feel herself holding back.
Some of the girls who did this had as many as tens of thousands of subs, probably making six-figures a year. Looking around her humble apartment, she longed for the lifestyles she saw on their social feeds. What had gotten her here was getting comfortable and confident, and that came in having anonymity, to take it to the next level, she would have to give that up. The idea of losing that comfort blanket brought a tightness to her belly, but the hint of excitement flurried somewhere deeper.
Returning from her inner musings to the screen, she stared at the latest face request email and pondered over it a moment, maybe today was the day? Before she had even given it due thought, she found herself reflexively deleting the email. Instead she looked for some other way to push her limits. A small steady type step. After the clear out, the email at the top of her inbox caught her eye, the subject line including a trail of dollar signs. This guy was asking for some very specific in-public shots, willing to pay way above the average for a few upskirt shots in a mall, coffee shops, that sort of thing. Tameena smiled devilishly as she read it, weighing the idea up in her mind and finding herself grow a little wet.
“You know what, yeah. Let’s fucking do it.” she said to herself, going to write it in her notepad when she paused. She actually didn’t have any plans today, a mall trip sounded like fun. She might as well do it right away, it had been a while since she’d bought some new clothes anyway. A smirk crept across her features and she cranked up the music, tossing her laptop aside and leaping up and over to her wardrobe to pick out an outfit. She opted for a dark-purple lingerie set (to go with her nails), and a white cotton sundress with thin black vertical stripes. It came to her mid-thighs and showed off her hearty cleavage, with the added benefit of showing off a lot of her bare back. Guys liked to see her signature rose-petal tattoos trailing down her spine. As well as being a turn-on, it also meant there was no doubt that the pictures were of her.
The dress fit her perfectly, hugging her lithe hips and showing plenty of her caramel brown skin. Her lean legs were on full display, but sadly the dress was looser at the bottom, so people wouldn’t get the benefit of her shapely behind outlined in the fabric. Tameena darkened her long lashes with some mascara, accentuating her smooth skin with a dab of foundation, and spraying some life into her frizz of curly chestnut hair: springy, fluffy and fabulous. Stepping into some short tan coloured flats in a knitted weave, she snapped a selfie of herself to add to her Snapchat. Regularly updated content was a must. She looked great today, it almost seemed a shame to have to crop out her face.
The nearest mall was only a few stops away on the subway, so she made her way over to the station. As she left her building, she caught the attention of a huddle of young guys in thick oversized tracksuits, hoods up. One of them traced his gaze up her long legs, lingering a moment before meeting her eye.
“Hey Darren, how’s it going?” she spoke cheerily as she passed. He hung around here a lot, and was also her regular dealer, so they were well acquainted.
“Good Tam, what you up to today?” he replied, bringing a cigarette to his lips and lighting it.
“I’m just gonna do some shopping at the mall,” she said, meeting the eyes of the other boys in his group who were doing their best to appear intimidating. She remained cordial, smiling and standing straight; tall as they were, she could match most of them in height. “Watch the place for me while I’m out? Keep out the riff raff?” she joked.
He smiled and forced out a low chuckle, “Will do ma’am!”
Tameena shot him a playful wink, then skipped around the corner and maintained a light pace up the street and into the busy station. These trains were always pretty packed, but it had been especially nightmarish this week as a couple of the other lines were down for scheduled maintenance. Tameena strutted onto the platform just as a train pulled in, heaving with people.
“Excuse me!” she yelled as the doors slid open, squeezing herself in as yet more people shuffled in behind her. As the train bolted off, the packed-in bodies swayed to and fro in the cramped carriage like liquid in a bottle. With every stop, more and more people piled in until Tameena was sure that the carriage couldn’t fit another living soul and still allow for breathing space, but impossibly even more managed their way on at the next station.
By the time she realised her stop was approaching, the train was impossibly full and Tameena was now pressed in the middle of the carriage far from the doors. Asking people politely to let her out didn’t have much effect, there was too little space to move. So instead she barged through the crowd; knocking against handbags, arms and suitcases on her way out. Finally she burst free of the doors seconds before they closed, gasping for breath as she landed gracefully on the platform with the clip-clop of her shoes, regaining her composure whilst the train pulled away.
She followed the corridor out of the station towards the mall, fishing her hand into her brown leather handbag to retrieve her phone, when suddenly something caught her eye. Around Tameena’s right wrist was a grey bracelet of some kind. A cuff, almost like a smart fitness band but it was extremely tight, form fitting to her skin. She examined it closely, a lightweight metal about two centimetres wide and thicker than two fingers in diameter. Had someone clasped this onto her as she was leaving the train? Initially she regarded it with an amused sort of interest, was it some sort of prank thing? Her eyes flickered up, peering through her thick lashes at the length of the platform to see if anyone was staring at her or recording from afar. There was hardly anyone around, most people’s attention buried in their phones or a book. She returned her attention to the bracelet, inspecting for a fastening or buckle but there was nothing. Tameena tried to dig her fingers under it and pull it off, but it was firmly attached, she couldn’t even spin it around her wrist.
“Huh…” she mumbled amusingly, trying her best not to allow her growing concern to fester. It was just some silly bracelet, probably some new dumb craze that she’d missed hearing about, it wasn’t doing any harm. Though it was metallic, it seemed flimsy enough to cut off with tools if she really had to. Her smile faded at the thought, Tameena wasn’t easily spooked but this turn of events was so peculiar that she wasn’t sure what to do. She was just standing in the entrance to the mall staring at the item on her wrist, paralysed. It was surreal.
She had to do something. Glancing around, Tameena spotted a ladies bathroom nearby and hurriedly walked over. She pushed into the pristine white-tiled room, found an empty stall and locked herself in to properly examine the cuff. Again Tameena tugged at it, unable to pry it from her dark skin and starting to actually panic a little. She hung her handbag on the hook of the bathroom door and rooted around in it, pushing aside her phone and a box of band-aids to retrieve a nail file. As she went to try and slide the metal strip between her skin and the band, she was struck by a short sharp electric shock.
“Ow!” she shrieked, instinctively dropping the nail file. The cuff had stung her! Though the pain quickly subsided, her shock persisted. Tameena stared at the device, watching in awe as a small portion of the grey surface of the bracelet lit red. It was a concealed screen on the inside of her wrist. The red rectangle blinked away, replaced with small white text, barely visible unless she looked at it from the right angle.
‘Punitive measure: 25% power’ it read, her wrist was so small that the text had to scroll even despite the small font, ‘Do not tamper with the device.’
Her stomach lurched, her eyes wide in shock. Okay now she was freaking out. What the fuck was this thing? It zapped her again, much harder this time. She actually jolted and stumbled into the wall, so surprised her scream caught in her throat. The screen went red again, this time the text displaying ‘Warning measure: 50% power’. It was one of the most painful experiences Tameena had ever had in her life, leaving her clutching at her wrist in agony even a few seconds after the punishment. If that was just half of what this thing was capable of, its full capacity could do some serious damage. Whatever playful sunny demeanor Tameena had left home with, it had melted into a rising terror that left her with tears beginning to form at the edges of her eyes.
“Hey, are you alright?” came a soft female voice from the bathroom just outside her stall. The sudden breach of the silence made her jump, “I heard you yelp.”
The screen of the cuff immediately lit up amber, warning her ‘Alerting others = punitive measures 100% power’
“I-I’m fine, just changing a band-aid.” she improvised, surprising herself with her ingenuity. That seemed to placate the kind stranger who hummed in response and padded out of the bathroom; the amber flashing on the cuff ceased.
“What do you want?” she whispered into the device, doing her utmost to at least maintain some semblance of calm in her tone.
‘Strip naked’ came the command on-screen, leaving Tameena staring in disbelief. This couldn’t be happening. This had to be some sort of joke, but another short sharp zap reiterated the seriousness of her predicament, the screen stating it was at 30% power this time, it was enough to garner a squeal. The command to strip was repeated, the words flashing up on screen.
“Okay, okay!” she whined, fiddling with the white fabric on her shoulders as she considered it. Tameena was definitely letting the panic get to her. How could this thing see her? Was she really going to do this? It seemed insane, but she wasn’t really being given much choice.
As she toyed with the idea, she felt a familiar sense of thrill creeping up her body. A sensation she had felt taking her first ever nude photos. The commanding nature of the cuff was disconcerting, but somehow a little exciting too. She was surprised at just how quickly she found herself complying, sliding her white dress down her slim frame and hanging it from the hook on the back of the cubicle door. Another light shock urged her to continue, so she unclasped her bra to expose her pierced nipples to the cold room, pulling off her panties too. She strung them all up with her dress and hoped the cuff would at least let her keep her shoes on; to her relief the electric assault stopped. However pristinely clean the bathroom appeared, she had no desire to experience it barefoot.
‘Good’ read the next text on screen, punctuated by a bright green flash, ‘Reward: $500’ she was taken aback by that. A buzz came from her handbag, hooked on the back of the door and covered by her clothes. She retrieved her phone to see an app notification confirming she’d received a $500 tip. It was the same app she used in her live shows for guys to tip her performances. Was this some sicko hacker from her fanbase? This seemed well beyond the realms of some cyber-creep. Why resort to this bizarre electric-shock treatment? If someone had sent in a $500 request to strip in a public bathroom, she would have gladly accepted.
‘Make yourself cum’ came the next command with a light buzz, and her eyes widened as she read it. This was going nowhere good, fast. Tameena’s hands were actually trembling now. She felt vulnerable now that she was standing here naked being zapped into submission. The device was not patient with her, and began a pattern of shocks that slowly escalated in severity. She reached down with a wary hand, rubbing two fingers up and down her slit hesitantly. Surprisingly she found she had actually grown a little wet despite her discomfort. Her body was enjoying this torment. It momentarily dispelled her panic, recognising that the reality of being forced to strip naked in public and orgasm for some unknown entity, however alarming was also somehow erotic. Tameena had always made herself comfortable by keeping control over what she would and wouldn’t do, now that she was being made to push her boundaries, she was surprised to find herself getting a kick out of it. It was barely a few minutes before the slow thrumming against her engorged clit had her stifling her breathing. As she fondled herself, the cuff vibrated slightly alerting her to a new instruction. It showed a three minute timer counting down, alternating between the counting and the same text commanding her to make herself cum.
Tameena wasn’t sure how long it usually took her to reach climax but three minutes was definitely pushing it. Thankfully, the situation was accelerating her arousal, and she plunged a finger into her sopping wet hole and pressed against her g-spot, rubbing it with considerable pressure, before adding a second finger to heighten the sensation. She couldn’t believe she was doing this, why was she playing along? Why was this sick game getting her off?
The door to the bathroom was pushed open loudly, a group of chattering girls crowding inside. She could hear some of them enter the stalls, while others continued gossiping by the sinks. They sounded about her age, and their confident chuckling and shouting to one another through the stall doors brought her mind back to reality, remembering just how public this setting was. Her hand slowed, but the cuff was quick to rectify the situation.
‘Faster’ read the message, zapping her after she had failed to comply in just a few seconds. Tameena smacked her spare hand over her mouth to keep quiet, and quickened her pace, now frigging her pussy in a mad flurry. The girls chatter about their clubbing plans for this evening was so distracting, but their cheery voices were a constant reminder that she might be overheard. With how fast she was being forced to work her fingers, it was certainly audible, the light impact against her skin with each thrust inwards. Thankfully the sound was mostly disguised by their incessant talking.
Checking the device, she saw the timer had less than a minute to go and she could feel a climax brewing in her belly. Sickened and yet stimulated by her own depravity, she could sense a great orgasm approaching, and she was worried she might squirt. She could make a real mess sometimes, and the ankles of one of the loud girls was peeping under the wall to her stall. What if some of her juices landed on her white trainers? Or worse, her skin? The thought turned her on even more, it was all this damn noise! They were so obnoxiously loud and carefree, while she was in here forced to strip and climax for some unknown master. She fought to hold her moans pressing her hand to her lips, her body rising up slowly towards an incredible orgasm, when suddenly the cuff pummeled Tameena with a fierce zap, the screen flashing red.
‘Stop’ it demanded, and this time she spotted it quick enough to avoid punishment. She held her fingers in place, surrounded by her warm wetness. She watched the screen intently, waiting for it to permit her to restart. She had been so close! Her body was desperate for release but she was too afraid of the consequences to move. Tameena was sure she still had thirty seconds remaining on the timer, why had it made her stop?
‘Continue’ came another message with a two minute timer ticking down and the steady pulses of increasingly-powerful zaps returning. So she began toying with herself again, confused at first but letting that concern melt away into submissive pleasure as she fucked herself with slick fingers. The girls had left the stalls now, and were all crowded around by the sinks, it sounded like they were taking pictures, laughing at the results and then taking another. Quickly she brought herself back to the brink only to be stung again and ordered to stop. She yelped at the shock, thankfully masked by the sound of the girls giggling. That time was far too close!
Clearly the cuff was just looking to demonstrate its power over her, but it was maddening being made to get so close then snapping her climax away. Tameena was breathless and beaten, waiting as patiently as she could to go again, but was infuriated to find the next command was to put her dress back on. This was cruel. She pouted and drew her slim fingers from inside her, suddenly ashamed she had allowed herself to get all worked up. She could smell her own arousal in the air.
Reaching for her underwear, Tameena was met with a short sharp sting accompanying a clarifying message ‘Just the dress’. She groaned inwardly, and quickly complied, pulling the white dress over her now-sticky body. She was still insanely wet, and her fingers stank of her sex. She still wanted to cum so badly, she needed it. Tameena never felt like this, was the device drugging her somehow? Pumping her with some chemical aphrodisiac? She was so used to getting her own way, perhaps it had just been a long time since she had been denied an orgasm.
‘Go to package collection lockers, level 3’ came the next message. This was unbelievable, what was this thing going to make her do next? Pick up some dry cleaning? She smiled, amusing herself, it was the only way she could think to keep herself at ease. This request at least seemed less mortifying than the last, so she slung her handbag over her shoulder and left the bathroom stall, underwear still hooked to the door. She even left the nail file on the ground – too afraid to risk retrieving it. As she went to wash her hands, the girls glanced up at her, it seemed that they hadn’t noticed there was someone else in the bathroom. Tameena could see in the mirror how flushed she looked, some of the girls smiled at her whilst others were still looking over their photos, all huddled together in front of one of the mirrors. They were all gorgeous, did they have to be so gorgeous? Tameena admired their outfits, all in fancy cocktail dresses, clearly staying out until the evening, perhaps already on their way to a bar.
Tameena went to wash her hands but the bracelet stung her, forbidding it. Her hand flinched with the shock but she managed to stay silent. One of the girls was still staring at her and noticed, her eyebrows furrowed in interest. Tameena smiled flatly at her, accepting that the cuff wouldn’t allow her to wash her hands, before she quickly snuck around them and left the bathroom hurriedly. She heard the girls whispering to each other as she left, presuming it was about her. Now she was embarrassed as well as being sexually frustrated.
“If I do what you ask, will this thing come off?” she spoke softly into the cuff as she continued along the mall corridor.
‘Yes’ came the response. Angry as she was, that was at least some reassurance.
An elevator took her to the third floor, and she followed the signs until she reached the row of orange lockers across the wall with a screen in the centre. The cuff vibrated slightly, providing her with a six digit order collection number. She typed it into the touchscreen, realising too late she’d used her right hand, still slick with her juices and now smeared on the touchscreen. She had nothing to wipe it off with, so glanced around to verify that noone was nearby, then continued to key in the code. One of the lower-lockers snapped open with a mechanical click, and inside Tameena found a sealed pink bag with a handle. As she retrieved the bag and clicked the locker closed, the cuff buzzed again and the screen flashed green.
‘Reward: $150’
She laughed under her breath mockingly. Somehow her edging earlier wasn’t worth the tip, but opening a locker earnt her a little bonus. Another buzz proceeded the next message, this time commanding her to go to a clothing store nearby and use their changing rooms. Growing increasingly aggravated with her orders, she huffed loudly and waltzed over. The soft cotton of her dress tickled her nipples as she walked, the cool breeze a strange sensation on her bare wet pussy. Entering the clothes store, she impatiently snapped up a ghastly yellow t-shirt from the rack on her way to the changing rooms. There weren’t any staff around, and some people were already in there changing behind closed curtains, so she continued in. She walked past a cute 20-something guy with slicked back dark hair and thick upper-arms. He was lugging a few suits in to try on and didn’t seem to notice her, pulling the curtain shut as he entered his changing booth. She picked the neighbouring room, tossed the t-shirt onto the bench and closed the silken red curtain before opening the bag as she was instructed.
One of the walls offered a floor-to-ceiling mirror, and she blushed seeing the small bumps in the fabric of her rigid nipples and the metal piercings, realising she had been walking around looking so lewd. The wall to the right of the mirror had the bench where the hideous yellow t-shirt now lay, the package atop the pile and two hooks on the wall above.
‘Open the small package’ instructed the bracelet. It was an important distinction, as the bag contained two boxes of varying size and weight. Opening the smaller lighter one, what she found quickly brought the familiar fear rushing back to her bones. It was a vibrator made of silicone, dark purple like her fingernails. Tameena had seen similar models before, it was curved in a U-shape, with the larger end going inside to press against the g-spot, and the thinner side left out thrumming against the clit. The cuff commanded her to put it on. She was still so wet and unsatisfied that she was almost glad to do it. As if indifferent to her intentions, the cuff admonished her with a 30% electric shock. Through gritted teeth, Tameena sped up, pulling up her dress and sliding the vibrator inside her wet lips.
‘Do not cum without permission’ read the message, eliciting a frown from her before the vibrator burst suddenly to life with a low vibration. Somehow this shocked Tameena even more than the electric zaps. The devices were wirelessly connected somehow, and together they had a sick control over her. Pain and pleasure, outnumbering her and able to manipulate her senses in tandem. It was focussed on her G-spot, thrumming hard with a light buzz against her clit. It actually felt really good, a rhythmic pulsing setting that she had never used before. Playing with toys was part of her job but this was different. She was being forced to cum against her will. She hated how horny the idea was making her.
Despite herself, she found her legs sliding apart on the wooden floor, reaching to support herself on the wall. She wanted to sit but the boxes and the shirt took up the only bench and she was too overwhelmed with pleasure to clear it. She latched onto the hooks on the wall for support, her back arching and pressing her behind upwards as an orgasm neared. The idea of asking for permission was infuriating. This thing was fucking cruel, she was being made to orgasm, and then forced to resist it!
“C-can I cum?” she cringed as she found herself asking in a whisper through laboured breaths. She was trying desperately to keep quiet, able to hear people talking just beyond her curtains. It was taking everything to keep from moaning, and thankfully the vibrator was practically silent.
‘Ask nicely’
“Wha…? Fuck.” Tameena said in a quiet laugh, whispering “P-please can I cum?”
‘Louder’ it commanded. Tameena was losing her mind, beads of sweat dripping from her brow as she fought to keep herself from toppling into orgasm. The vibration was spot on, exactly what she needed for an explosive climax. It was intoxicating, and she had to keep completely still or she knew it would overcome her.
“Please can I cum? Please.” she said, only a little louder than before.
‘No’ the cuff stated plainly, but Tameena couldn’t hold it any longer, the vibration was perfect, strumming beautifully across her clit and with a hard pressure against her g-spot. It was relentless, and she tried as hard as she could to hide her climax from whatever sensors the device had, as well as the people in the changing rooms. It felt incredible, a soothing warm sensation rushing over her body, and she was impressed at how well she had hidden it, fighting the urge to scream or moan. So she was doubly surprised when the cuff struck her with a fierce prolonged electric shock.
The screen shone red, a 40% measure this time but held much longer than before. Her arm throbbed with the pain and she cried out. Muffling the sound with her left hand over her mouth. Even when the pain stopped, the vibrations continued and the combined assault on her senses nearly brought her over the edge again but she fought to keep herself under control.
‘Open the other box’ commanded the cuff. Tameena felt like she could barely move without cumming, her nerves were on fire.
“Please can I… can I cum first?”
‘No’
“I can’t hold it, please!” she said, her voice still quiet but her volume increasing steadily. No message came this time. Tameena took a deep breath and tried to calm down, she stared at the unopened box, concentrating hard until she managed to back herself away from the edge of climax with controlled breathing. She pressed the air out and then in through pursed lips, moving slowly and carefully retrieving the item from the second box. Again she was struck with a pang of fear as she retrieved a chastity belt. It was matte black, with soft leather on the inside of metal straps intended for her hips and between her legs. The front had a leather pad that would press to her pelvis and continue down to cover her entrance, with small wings to press to her thighs. She eyed it in horror.
‘Put it on’ commanded the cuff.
“Please, listen. Please don’t do this.” she pleaded pathetically, her whisper crackling as pleasure still assaulted her soaking wet hole. How had this device reduced her so quickly to this quivering little bitch? Tameena barely recognised herself, but the sharp sting of another electric shock wore her down. It didn’t give her much time to take action, shocking her again at a higher wattage, then a third time with a long drawn out bite of pain. She couldn’t take much more of this, and her pussy was on fire, sure to burst any minute. She didn’t think she could handle another barrage.
‘If you do it, you can cum’
That was enough to win her over. She quickly freed the belt from its box, using the bare wall to balance with one hand as she stepped into the chastity belt and pulled it on. Seeing herself in the mirror pulling the monstrosity up her long smooth caramel legs made it feel like this was all happening to someone else. Like she was watching some other poor soul squeal from the relentless teasing of vibrators, as she tugged on yet another weapon for her undoing, her dress bunching up around her hips as she writhed to get it on. Every movement made the vibrations feel more intense, but pressing the leather to her pussy had a significant effect, increasing the pressure against her clit. She tried desperately to hold her orgasm, fumbling the straps in a desperate flurry. She couldn’t figure out how to secure it, but after a few seconds the straps tightened mechanically, and she felt it click into place and hold firmly.
Before the gravity of how terrifying it was that the device could do that, the bracelet lit green and the vibrations on her clit increased ever so slightly. Her mind melted with the ecstasy of the incredible pleasure, and she gasped for air, realising she’d been holding her breath to suppress her orgasm. Now, she let it spark and dance through her tight body, crackling and bursting in brilliant colour. Tameena came hard, then again, squirting from out of the sides of the belt. It dripped down onto the floor, her cheeks burning with shame.
The vibrations slowed slightly and she returned to reality, looking at the cuff and seeing she’d been rewarded with $1,000. It made the victory even sweeter. She sighed and leaned back against the bare wall, suddenly allowing the implication of her actions to seep in. She had just locked herself into a vibrator in the middle of a busy shopping mall. Her eyes darted desperately to the box, seeing no key had been provided for the belt she had just clasped onto herself. This tiny cuff had reduced her to a horny prisoner with no underwear, begging to cum and dripping with juices in a matter of hours, now the depravity only continued.
‘Give a blowjob’ The cuff buzzed again.
She read it three times over, her mouth agape. This couldn’t be happening. The bracelet immediately gave a small shock that felt like 5%, but it was hitting her with them every few seconds. The message had changed to a five minute countdown, and as the seconds ticked away, the shocks grew longer and stronger. She had to do something, the pain was becoming uncontainable. Tameena moved in a mad flurry, scrambling towards the curtain and poking her head out. There was hardly anyone around. No staff, just a few closed curtains and a woman about her mother’s age walking slowly out with a pair of jeans two sizes too small. Tameena waited for her to leave before slinking out. She couldn’t believe she was about to do this, but the pain of the electric shocks was radiating up her arm and she could barely keep it together.
Taking the velvety curtain in her grip, she slipped into the changing room next to her’s, relieved to find the same man still in there with his slicked back hair. He recoiled in surprise as she entered, half dressed in just suit trousers and a half-buttoned white shirt. He looked damn good.
“Hey! What are you doing?” he said, quiet enough that thankfully it wasn’t likely to draw attention. She didn’t even know where to start and she didn’t really have the time, so Tameena just held a finger to her lips. Another jolt brought her attention to the cuff, with just under three minutes remaining on the timer. She got to her knees, the shocks immediately stopping as she looked up at him. He was wide eyed and Tameena thought he might protest as she reached for the buckle of his belt, finding the label still attached, but instead a smile crept across his features. Tameena couldn’t believe she was about to do this, but she was so turned on she could feel herself overcome with desire at how wicked she was behaving. She was dying to take his cock in her mouth.
“Is this like, a dare?” he asked in a low whisper, but she wasted no time responding. She freed his cock from his trousers, finding it was already beginning to grow as she took it in her hands, then gave it a lick from base to tip. The vibrations returned renewed to her pussy, and had her moan as she welcomed the sensation of a warm cock in her mouth. Slipping it between her lips, it filled her up, becoming more difficult to take as it hardened and lengthened. She was pleasantly surprised, this guy had a fucking good dick, and with the vibrations assaulting her increasingly wet snatch she was enjoying it all the more. Tameena sucked wildly, moaning quietly around his cock, making a mess as she worked. The guys on her live shows always loved it when she drooled all over the dildos, and she put all her practice to good use on this unwitting stranger.
The vibrations were intensified in her kneeling position, and it motivated her all the more to devour him and drink him dry. The timer was still ticking down to it’s final minute, and she knew a fierce reprimand would await her if he didn’t finish soon. She quickened her pace, and the vibrator sped up to match. Tameena was seconds from cumming hard, sliding her hands in a flurry up and down to pump his dick as she worked the shaft with her wet mouth and tongue. Drool trickled down his thighs from around his member, smacking against her cheeks as she gave the messiest blowjob of her life. She wished she could straddle him and fuck this magnificent dick, how she longed to be fucked hard right now. Daring to look up, she could see this guy was having the time of his fucking life, he couldn’t believe his luck. Of course he couldn’t, a fucking model had wandered in while he was changing just to service his cock. As their gaze met, her dark cocoa eyes pleaded for him to finish, and that was enough to make it a reality, sending him bursting into the back of her throat.
Tameena came once, then again, squirting her juices on the floor of the changing room, and fighting to gulp down his load. However torturous her predicament was, she had enjoyed the exercise immensely. As the vibrator brought her back down to a manageable speed, Tamena sat back on her ankles and wiped her mouth with her palm, giggling at her own forwardness. She brought up the cuff to check it and saw the timer still had about fifteen seconds remaining. It lit up green, announcing another $1,000 had been wired to her account. That was enough to draw another weary smile from her, all these orgasms were getting exhausting. Standing shakily, the man helped her to her feet and exchanged a nervous chuckle.
“Thanks,” she said with a slight nod, maintaining some distance and eyeing him cautiously. He seemed confused that she was so wary of him given it was her that had instigated this bizarre encounter. As fun as it had been, she had no idea who this guy was. He may not even be single, but he was smolderingly handsome, with dimples on either side of his smile; somehow she had picked a winner here. She should really have felt ashamed for how she had acted, but she was still too enamoured by the thrill of being so entirely dominated. It was like she had unlocked some new height of pleasure, and she could still feel it singing through her bones.
“Thank *you*!” he shot back in a deep voice, beaming at her like he had just won the blowjob lottery. She stood silently for a moment grinning at him, she wasn’t sure what to say, finding an uneasiness curdling in the pit of her stomach. He was looking right at her, studying her features trying to figure her out. It was uncomfortable being so seen after such sexual deviancy. During her online shows, she was always protected by her anonymity when she did something adventurous.
The juices dripping down her leg grew cold now she was standing, and she found her shoulders rising up protectively as she backed away from him towards the curtain. She wanted out of here before he asked any questions, so dropped her eyes to the floor and made a swift exit. She retrieved her handbag from her booth and left the store as fast as she could. This situation was getting continually out of hand, what could possibly be next? Her mind reeled through one horrific hypothetical scenario after another.
Part 2 here
Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/jw244o/digital_obedience_cuff_f_predicament