A big fantasy of mine is to get strapped up in front of a camera. I can't move, and there's a toy attached to a machine in front of me. My legs are spread.
Above me, I can see two screens. There's a pretty pink spiral on the main one directly in my view. On the second screen is a spiral and a stream chat.
The camera turns on, and a livestream starts. I am being broadcasted to thousands of strangers.
Someone in the chat donates $5. The timer starts counting down 5 minutes. The machine in front of me whirrs to life, pushing a large dildo into my pussy. It thrusts in and out of me slowly, as I gasp and moan and struggle against my binding.
At the end of the 5 minutes, the machine stops and I'm able to regain some of my composure. But only for a moment. Another donation comes in, the timer resetting itself. The machine starts fucking me again.
Images flash on the spiralling screen and I stare at it. I don't know why I want to watch it, but I do. Soon enough, I'm a drooling, stupid mess, getting fucked on and off for who knows how long.
Donation after donation floods the stream, the timer unable to hit zero before another donation resets it.
How long have I been fucked by this machine now? An hour? 10 hours? A day, a week?
The stream milks orgasm after orgasm out of me. What ever protest I was making has now melted into sweet, loud moans. I'm not even aware I'm begging for more.
After countless more orgasms, I've lost the ability to speak. I just smile and moan, cumming over and over and over again.
Finally, the donations slow down. The machine slows to a stop one last time, not that I'm aware of it. The last of my audience witnesses someone walk into view of the camera, and clip a collar around my neck. This is my new life
