“Internet doesn’t count” she said defensively. My wife is from a super strict background, and had caught me with “porn” on my computer. Mind you it was just pictures of Monica Belluci. Thank god she didn’t know how to see hidden folders. I had fired back that I’d seen her chat logs flirting with a guy.
“So looking at a picture on the Internet is cheating, but talking to an actual human isn’t?”
“Internet doesn’t count, I’ll never meet them” she repeated.
“I guarantee you I’ll never meet Monica Belluci, and even if I did, I doubt she’s going to jump my bones” I fired back.
We talked for a few hours and setup ground rules. Flirting on the Internet didn’t count, for either of us, and she finally conceded that porn wasn’t cheating.
So that was it, we had ground rules, and I was going to obey them, to the breaking point.
The next time she was out of town, I posted a Dirty R4R. I offered to be a sexual puppet for a week to a stranger, whatever they wanted I would do it. The post wasn’t up long at all before I was contacted. I let them know about my tastes. I didn’t have the terms for it, but I’ve later been told I’m heteroromantic bisexual/pan, not much doesn’t turn me on.
Their first message said “we are a couple, and we are excited to accept your service this week.” They sent a kink questionnaire for me to fill out, scat was out, knife play was out, self asphyxiation was out. Maybe I’m more vanilla than I thought, I had to google a bunch of those terms on the list. I fired it off with butterflies in my belly.
Instantly they replied back, “Fantastic, tomorrow you are gay, you are the biggest cock worshipping slut, you must cum to the links we send you.” I agreed back, and awoke the next day for my task list.
“Insert your butt plug, sit on your hitachi, and cum to this video, keep your dick out of your hands” it was a pornhub link to a hot twink in a jockstrap getting pounded while he jerked another and blew a third. Well shit, we’re jumping right into the deep end on this I thought. 90% of my porn is women, lesbians and tgirls, probably only 2% is gay. Why did I have to mention a butt plug, I wasn’t great at getting it in without hurting, but here goes. I lubed it up, and slid it in my hole. I felt so full. The euphoria of being restricted in my porn choices, and the feeling of being full was amazing. I set a vibrator under the butt plug and let the video loop twice. Then something magical happened, I felt a whole body orgasm coming, hands free. I let loose ropes and ropes of cum. I told my masters, of that experience.
Here’s where it gets interesting, I got a reply back with a private video link, and a few pictures of a hot sandy blond guy in his 30s, wearing a mask, in all states of undress. The video was him getting pegged by a stunning brunette in a corset. I searched around, couldn’t find anything else from this couple, even did a reverse image search and found nothing. Could these be my masters?
I came to the video, sadly not another handsfree cum, but great nonetheless. Two more Sean Cody links came through and I was ordered to cum to each, 4 times in a day is a ton for me, but I was up to the task.
The next day the orders came from my masters, but it was different, much more descriptive, yet demanding. I was to only cum to the photos and videos of the brunette from the video. More photos were provided, and a full pan of her body. I was to describe how I’d worship her body and send her proof of my tribute. I was happy to oblige.
Then work called, I had to come into the office the next day. All hands meeting, with a remote call in from corporate. Shit. I told my masters that I wouldn’t be available.
“That was not what we agreed upon, you must not cum for 48 hours, and you must have your butt plug in for that meeting.” I gulped. There were going to be 30 people in that room, plus I may have to get up and talk if called on. I prayed my cock wouldn’t betray me. I steeled myself for the meeting. Then another email came through “write “cock slut” on your chest under your shirt” Fuck me.
The meeting got postponed a day, so the day comes, and I need to cum. The meeting was intense, and the feeling in my ass had me on edge. I was scared we were about to have layoffs, yet turned on. Becky from HR was wearing a tight black dress, with tons of cleavage, her chest rose and fell, mesmerizing me. She has pale skin like ivory and jet black hair, the only thing making her not look like a black and white photo was the bright red lipstick. She had all the colors of a piano, and I’d fuck the shit out of that piano. I fought back the boner. Steve from sales hits the stage, he’s a gym rat wearing a shirt two sizes too small. Becky drops her notes, and bends at the waist to pick them up, Steve has a view down her top, and the rest of us learned that she had red boyshorts on under the dress. Its like they were doing this on purpose!
My attention drifted, imagining me motorboating Becky while Steve pounds my fuckhole.
I survived the meeting, and the day. My full balls aching.
The last day of my servitude, my masters sent me a few bi orgy videos, and a scheduled appointment for that night. Plus a note “do not cum until you see us.” I held it together until that time, but just barely. My masters skyped me, and we had an amazing two hour session, with her stunning body filling most of the screen, and jamming their dildos in and out of every orifice. When I finally came, I had the orgasm of my life.
I’ve kept their photos, but have lost the videos long ago, plus I think most of the Pornhub links were lost to the purge. PM me if you might know the first video LOL.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/ou8q72/i_m40_spent_a_week_as_a_digital_sex_slave_for_a
Very nice story