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It was time.
The building was empty but for her – one housemate at their girlfriend’s, the other gone home for reading week. Her coursework was done, and she had a free day tomorrow to lie in if she needed it. While the setup in her room… Everything was ready, the pre-stream chatbox was already filling with people, and it was far too late to back out now.
Or, well, she could, but she’d probably never make another penny through this avenue ever again, and all the work she’d put in would be wasted. All the advertising, buying the equipment, or making the bits she didn’t already have… it’d all been building to this.
God it would be such an anticlimax if she didn’t make anything and it was all over in five minutes.
That was unlikely, though; she could see a handful of one dollar donations already rolling in from her small crowd of regulars, and all they could see right now was multiple camera angles of… well…
Fuck.
What had she gotten herself into?
In central position and pride of place was the rejigged fucking machine she’d built for her former streams. It was a little janky, but reprogramming the microcomputer she’d built into it hadn’t actually been too difficult in the end. At least, not compared to the rewiring and remodelling until it pointed straight up at a fixed angle, forming her ad-hoc one bar prison. A single purple dildo she was well-familiar with glistened wetly with the lube she’d wiped all over it five minutes ago, far more intimidating than it normally was.
The whole setup was overall kinkier than her norm, but then that was the point; push the boat out, and get some real money. The kind that would maybe let her see an FFS surgeon before leaving university, not after.
Once the system activated, the dildo would stay at a height she’d measured would keep her locked in-place, not letting her out until the donated time elapsed.
She shivered looking at the setup she herself had created to put herself in.
While central, that was only the tip of the iceberg after all.
With a beeping sound, the alarm on her phone went off, signalling the start time. There was no longer space for any more delaying or equivocating. In one gesture, she swept the dressing gown off of her shoulders, mildly cool air brushing over her largely bare skin. Her legs were clad in tall, black leather boots, tipped in dangerously high ballet heels – by far the most expensive thing in the room, but one that admittedly excited her whenever she looked in the mirror. The dark facemask she wore with a set of cat whiskers was the only other clothing on her body, but far from the only other thing adorning it as she stepped into the view of the cameras, giving a little wave.
“Hi everyone,” she called alluringly, attempting to adopt the proper persona despite her nervousness leaking through. The open laptop on her chair showed as the chat was filled with lascivious messages, complementing her nude appearance or suggesting what they’d like to do to her. Smothering the instinct to cover her dysphoric self with the weight of practice, she continued her introduction. “Now, hopefully if you’re here, you already know what the deal for tonight is, but if you don’t, let me explain. You should see a little table on-screen showing a set of events that can happen. Most of them are self-explanatory, but the one at the top which says ‘Extend Time’ is the most important; if you donate to that, you extend how long I’m going to be in these,” she gestured towards the setup, particularly pointing out what was hanging from the ceiling, “once I’m locked in the armbinders, I physically cannot release myself from the one-bar prison, so you lot determine how long this stream will last! Each time someone donates the right amount, it will increase and get more expensive. The same thing will happen with all the others, but their initial costs are hidden; you’ll have to guess what numbers are the first trigger. Be generous, y’all; you’re funding the unfucking of my face!” She gave a cheesy set of peace signs, pausing to let the effect sink in. “And remember; however much you make me cum, I’m gonna be drinking it all down at the end of the night like the slut I am,” she gestured down to the cereal bowl she’d put at the base of her machine, ready to catch her spent fluids.
Opening spiel given, she made to ready herself and get locked into place. Before she could, though, she stumbled as her chastity cage started buzzing fiercely, completely unprepared for it. She wobbled, but didn’t quite fall, and just about managed to avoid cracking her heels against the bowl she’d put down to collect her cum as her cock was unexpectedly vibrated.
Fuck.
She set that program to start on the clock hour, not once she got into position, didn’t she? That’s what you got for relying on your own programming, she supposed; but it was what she could afford, subtly putting the bits and pieces together in her university’s makerspace while trying to save her funds.
“N-nice job starting early, guys!” she exclaimed, trying to remain chipper as her cage buzzed away, “guess I didn’t set the program up right.” She turned to show off her front again, the little pink cage featuring prominently with its taped-on bullet vibe buzzing away. “Way to start the night!” On-screen, the table had gained a 69.69 next to ‘CageVibrate1Min’, replacing the ‘???’ that had been there previously, as well as a countdown from 60 seconds. “I hope you all understand how this is going to work now! What you donate directly affects me. Benefits of being an electrical engineer!”
Fuck, she was already up 70 quid! Or maybe dollars or euros or something else; she’d set it to respond to any currency rather than bother with conversions beforehand, the running counter on her desktop monitor displaying a conversion into her local currency. She’d lose a few percent, but it would probably incentivise international people to donate more if they knew the correct numbers to hit, right?
Hurriedly, she blinked past the effect of her vibrating cage while turning away back to her setup with a dry mouth.
Well, nothing else for it.
Swaying only a little on her tall, tall heels, she walked carefully over to the waiting machine, standing above it, which left her perfectly in-frame. She looked into the little red blinking light of her wideshot camera, and another that was zoomed in to her caged cock and, currently empty, but thoroughly lubed asshole. A glance to her desktop where the main stream was running showed both working properly on her overlay, just like when she’d set it up. It was a good thing too; once she got locked in, the mechanisms were all automatic; she wouldn’t be let down until the donations ceased. The price increased, of course, to make sure it wouldn’t go on in perpetuity – the chat would run out of money and interest eventually – but while it held…
Bondage via crowdfunded remote control.
She shivered once again as she considered the reality of what she was about to do to herself.
Bending down carefully in a well practiced motion – so as not to fall in her ballet heels – she pressed the start button on her converted fuckmachine. Decorative lights spelling her username flashed on as the device buzzed into action. She straightened up, keeping her front displayed as she kept a hand behind herself, waiting for the delayed program to take effect – she hadn’t wanted the viewers to miss it, after all. After a few seconds, there was a whir of motors and her ass was jabbed with a silicone cock. Once again, she had a few seconds to readjust just slightly, aligning its head to probe at her entrance before-
With a thrust she was penetrated, a solid half of the dildo spearing up inside her. Her resultant moan was only half-faked for the camera, genuinely enjoying the sensation of her favourite toy mashing up against her prostate perfectly.
She’d measured everything up perfectly; the whole plan was foolproof.
The final part of everything was the one potential sticking point her moderator – a fellow trans girl she’d met via Discord servers – had warned her against attempting solo. It really completed everything, though, and was guaranteed to entice the viewers in her helplessness. Careful not to unbalance, she slipped her hands backwards into the hanging armbinder. It took a few attempts to get perfectly right, the chain spinning the bondage gear around for long enough that her cage stopped vibrating, but eventually she managed to manoeuvre her shoulders into the straps and her arms inside and down its full length. Once she was snugly ensconced within the leather, she pressed her arms outwards once, then brought them together. With another little buzzing whir, the motor she’d installed cinched the strings shut.
There.
Locked tight.
The binders wouldn’t release until the timer ran out on the stream, which even as she glanced over had lit up in red and was counting down from five minutes. She was locked in place, balancing in her en-pointe heels with a dildo shoved up her ass from below, while her arms were kept up with a chain hanging from the ceiling. A perfect BDSM prison guaranteed to entice an audience of online perverts with (hopefully) fat wallets. Everything should run on automatic from hereon out without any input from her; all she had to do was entice her viewers.
“There we go, I’m all locked up for you!” she wiggled her torso, since it was all she could really move, and it made her burgeoning breasts jiggle in a way that still granted her euphoria nearly every day. Of course, that is when they weren’t feeling extra-sensitive, which was particularly relevant as her action also sent the little nipple clamps with their attached vibrators swaying as well.
She’d really gone all out with the setup.
“Mmm, this dildo in my ass is my favourite, you know,” she crooned to camera, dipping her legs a little to plunge it just a mite deeper into her asshole. “It fucks my ass so good, I always cum buckets. My longterm viewers know I’m telling the truth; I see you there Jay-T and NubooQueen!” Were parasocial relationships kinda weird and gave her the ick? A bit, yeah; but also they were top donors to her FFS fund, so she couldn’t really begrudge them their fetishes. “I’m wearing the chastity cage you sent me; do you like my little nub?” predictably, Nubooqueen wasn't the only respondent as she did her best to display the tight little pink cage prominently, her cock straining against the hard plastic. A few donations rolled in, ticking up the counter and locking her in the binders for another two minutes, but not yet finding any of her secret amounts. “Come on, I know one of you want to fuck me, right? My ass is all lubed and ready, come on and fuck me! Whoever’s the one to press that button is the one shoving this cock in my ass; I can’t do it myself.”
She watched as little scattershots of money trickled in, the running counter on her second monitor slowly ticking up. A few were pushing, reaching for random numbers, until someone popped in $66.66 and she instantly let out a moan as her nipples started vibrating fiercely.
“Fuck!” she exclaimed, glancing down at her sensitive chest, the little toys buzzing away there. “Y-you found my titty stims!”
There were times she almost wanted to curse estrogen for the way it made her new breasts so sensitive (almost, anyway). Mainly when they hit doorways or she bumped against something wrong, coming away wincing.
But these little vibrators?
Somehow the stimulation of her nipples mixed a perfect amount of pleasure with just enough of a twinging ache that just sent her wild. Maybe she was just a BDSM slut who liked a little pain, but it worked for her.
Fuck.
She needed to get fucked, now!
“Come on, fuck me, please!” she cried out more genuinely, her pleas made directly to that little blinking camera. “I’ll give you a hint; getting fucked is the secret to life, the universe, and everythiiiiii-” Her slow taunt was cut off into a high pitched mewl as the machine below her finally started thrusting, plunging that silicone cock up into her ass with mechanical rhythm. She moaned happily into the sensation, wobbling in place a little as her eyes fluttered closed, focusing on the sensations rippling through her body. The dildo never fully left her ass, only ever getting about halfway out before it plunged back in up to its flared base, hilting within her perfectly. Every perfectly-aimed thrust rubbed right up against her prostate, sending shots of arousal right to her well-trained cock.
Nothing hit quite like getting fucked up the ass.
Though the buzzing of her nipples certainly helped push her along, moaning all the while as a familiar dribble of pre leaked from her cute little cage.
“Mmmm, I’m leaking,” she purred, fluttering her eyes alluringly at the camera, “you gonna make me cum? I hope you do…” Her breaths came in short pants, but she smiled under her facemask as the number for her assfucking tipped back up to a minute right as it was running down, her nipples flipping up to three minutes. “Th-thanks for buzzing my nips; you know I love it.” Chat responded well to her whorish remarks, watching her fall to pieces with glee.
Her mouth dropped open in a wanton moan as her cage started buzzing away again, like it had at the start. The front-and-back stimulation really got her going, pleasure shooting up her spine like lightning as her cock leaked and leaked, a tiny stream of dickmilk dripping down to the waiting bowl below.
There was still so much of it to fill before she guzzled it down…
“F-fuck! So good!” She was only half-playing it up to camera; this really did dig into her kinks in a way that really got her motor going.
Being all locked up and at someone else’s mercy? Titillating.
Being exposed before an audience of who knew how many? Exciting.
Getting repeatedly fucked while her cock and nipples buzzed away? Orgasmic.
Knowing that she put herself in this situation, that she built or modified half the damn processes that were now keeping her trapped as a fuckdoll for their entertainment, all while gathering the funds to further her transition into being even more of a beautiful slut?
Sheer.
Fucking.
Euphoria.
She could only moan and sway lightly on the spot, supported by the binders as her feet were forced en-pointe in those sexy fucking boots. She probably looked like a total slut, getting fucked by a machine for a chatroom full of perverts.
Well… she supposed that’s exactly what she was.
What eventually pushed her over the edge into orgasm was the viewers finally finding her last easter egg; the final timer they could set. Because this was her favourite dildo for many very good reasons, but one of the most important ones? The powerful little motors right now connected by a trailing cable back to her Arduino.
She mewled lowly as the toy thrusting into her ass suddenly began to vibrate, buzzing right up against her prostate as she came undone. Her hips jerked as much as they could while kept in-place by the one bar prison, her little girldick twitching in its confinement as the heat pooled in her abdomen finally unleashed. Spurt after spurt of milky cum shot out of her chastity cage, pointed right down to the little bowl at her feet. The orgasm stole her breath away as her thighs quivered dangerously, her legs feeling weak, her extremities forced into the stressful position.
It felt fucking fantastic.
The euphoria of cumming from her ass had never quite faded, still making her feel more like a girl than a good half of the more common things like finding clothes that flattered her body or getting her makeup right. Maybe it was because she experimented a little with crossdressing while still figuring herself out, or maybe it was something society ingrained in her head, but she never felt more like a woman than when she was cumming her brains out on a big fucking dick.
Even as her euphoric peak finally faded, and the cum stopped flowing from her caged cock, none of the stimulation ceased. What had driven her forward to orgasm, now stimulated her in an even more sensitive fashion now that she’d released; the electronics unyielding and uncaring for her current state.
“N-nu-number one!” she cried out between half-panting breaths, her body still getting roughly fucked. “Is th-that all you got?”
Her taunting had a clear effect as the numbers on her monitor spiked, cash rolling in as the duration of her fucking was extended, the vibration likewise increasing. A solid fifteen and a half minutes swiftly read for her central timer to remain locked away. That meant at least another quarter of an hour, kept on her tiptoes while getting fucked.
She could manage that, right?
Slightly unsteadily, she repositioned herself, a whimper dropping from her masked lips as it made that still-thrusting, still-vibrating dildo press inside her just so. Arcs of pleasure shot to her still-sensitive cock, all while it buzzed away from the bullet vibe. The vibration was still matched by the clamps on her achingly sensitive nipples, still sending that mixed pleasure-pain straight through her lust-addled brain.
Bliss.
Yeah, she had this.
27 Minutes Later
She did not have this.
Her tongue lolled out of her mouth, her little kitty mask thoroughly stained with drool as she keened in a high-pitched tone, her whole body trembling from the extreme fucking she was receiving.
It was heaven.
It was hell.
It was hitting every ledge in between.
Not for one second since they’d worked out her donation triggers had her viewers let up on her. The cost kept going up, but somewhere they found the money, her running earnings counter ticking up in time with her extended fucking.
Her body was shuddering and juddering through heights of pleasure she'd never known, and it was all so much – too much, maybe. Her brain was fogged under the constant stimulation, getting fucked all that consumed her mind. She moaned and whimpered and mewled as her every sense was assaulted without a shred of mercy.
And all throughout, she knew she'd put herself here. She’d locked herself away and offered control of her body to a bunch of strangers.
Her legs trembled and quivered dangerously as she was fucked, teetering a little on those tall, tall heels. She couldn't fall, though, not with her arms pulled back and the dildo spearing through her. She was locked in place, as the one bar prison entailed.
She didn't know how much more of this she could take.
“F-fu-ah-uuuuck!” she exclaimed between desperate breaths as she felt another orgasm mounting. How many had it been since she started the stream? She couldn’t remember, too lost in getting fucked out of her mind. “Aaaaaaannh.“
With a jerking of her shaking hips, she came again, seed spurting from the tip of her cage in haphazard little jets of milky fluid.
It had been days since she’d cum before this, deliberately building up to the main event – even having to don her cage a few times to keep from indulging. Now, though, she wondered just how much more she had to give.
Sparks exploded before her eyes with the strength of her orgasm, the pleasure almost whiting out her mind. She was unable to escape, though; still feeling every throbbing thrust of the undulating dildo that pounded into her with mechanical regularity; her tits twinging constantly as her tender nipples buzzed away; and of course the way her cock vibrated in its cage, even as her prostate was milked yet again.
She could only moan helplessly as she shot yet another load into the waiting bowl that was steadily filling with her spent seed.
Her small chest heaved as she finally came down from the shuddering orgasm, blinking blearily through hazy eyes at the still-red camera light and the continually scrolling chat open on her laptop.
How many people had just watched her cum her brains out?
How many of them were directly making it happen?
How many more could she manage?
“H-how rich are you?” she whimpered when she’d just about caught her breath. There was certainly more activity in her chat than normal, but still; the price brackets for every added minute were ticking up for each one added, not the number of people watching. They had to be getting astronomically expensive by this point. The running total on her other screen, automatically converted to GBP…
It was easily more than she’d made in an entire month before now, a jawdropping amount for someone like her. That had been the aim, right? Getting a significant chunk of the way towards FFS. She’d certainly achieved that! That was good!
But holy fuck all the timers were still going up!
She’d expected that some things would be intermittent, that this would be an event where people trickled in and out and she’d get downtime to alluringly tempt them into fucking her, or activating her vibes. Instead, it had been continuous practically since minute one, every channel active. It was great for her purse, but it was starting to do things to her brain (not to mention her poor cock).
Though another shaky moan, she just about noticed as the earnings tab ticked up again, but by an amount that seemed far too small to have actually done something. A tip? No… The timer for the thrusting dildo just ticked up by five whole minutes.
“H-hang on,” she blurted, eyes wide as she tried to focus on the chat window, “what currency is that?”
Oh fuck.
73 Minutes Later
She was so fucked – literally, and metaphorically.
“Unh. Ah. Aaaaaaaaaaaiieeeeeeeeee!”
Her body bucked and moaned through yet another orgasm – she’d long since lost track of how many she’d experienced – her eyes rolling back into her head as she whimpered. Somehow, she still had more cum to give; little spurts of liquid shooting from her poor abused cock into the waiting bowl that she’d promised to swallow down the contents of.
There was far more in it than she’d ever managed on any other occasion.
It was hardly surprising, though; her cock was erupting yet again because her prostate was getting mashed, and mashed, and mashed, sending jolts of pleasure through her even as her body protested the situation. Her heaving chest was so sore, as were her feet that still balanced in those torturously high heels, while the stressful position of her arms had started causing problems in her shoulders and back ages ago. Her whole body quivered as she came, somehow producing yet more milky spurts of thin cum from her straining girldick, still buzzing away in its pink prison.
She’d really fucked up.
Not just putting herself in this situation where she relied upon the internet’s mercy for how she was getting fucked and when she’d be released; not just for how she hadn’t given herself any recourse or emergency way to release her bindings in order to stay authentic and genuine; not even merely that she’d allowed her too-kinky-for-her-own-good brain to come up with this idea in the first place.
No.
It was that she hadn’t had anyone else check her code.
She was an (in-training) electrical engineer! Her specialties were circuit boards and motors and wiring – and she’d done a great job there! Her custom-built fuckmachine was still pounding away into her stretched-out-asshole with perfect precision, not even a hint of protest from its powerful little motor; those armbinders still kept her held tight, refusing to release until it received a signal that her time was up, no matter how much she struggled; likewise, all her little transmitters and receivers were working perfectly, taking in the signals from the stream to keep vibrating, keep fucking her, keep making her lose her mind, the timers only ever going up.
That was all working perfectly, just as intended.
But she’d only had one programming module, mostly revolving around Python (much to the disdain of her CompSci friends). So, for this project she’d mainly just bodged together some bits of code she’d found on various open-source projects on github. It had all seemed to work when she tested it!
But…
She’d fucked up badly by decoupling the currency inputs into pure numbers without accounting for conversion rates.
She didn’t recognise the symbol for the money they were using; they’d switched around a bit, passing off the ideas in chat before they could be banned by her frantic moderator, trying to find the cheapest one that passed through her algorithm, occasionally interspersed with more genuinely impressed fans deliberately donating real amounts which didn’t trigger any of the timers. Her eyes were too bleary to really read the rapidly scrolling chat, filled to the brim with a great crowd of onlookers who’d come to see the silly slut who’d gotten herself locked up in the internet’s merciless and horny grip.
She’d received the notification that she’d hit the front page three quarters of an hour ago.
“P-p-please,” she begged hoarsely, her throat sore from the constant exclamations of pleasure, a little trickle of sweat falling from her forehead as she trembled through the near-continuous aftershocks of her umpteenth orgasm, the pleasure still inexorably rippling up her spine. “I-I-I-ah!” She’d tried to look up into the camera as she pleaded, which involved shifting her body even infinitesmally, sending little twinges through her whole fucking being as it shifted the toys within and across her. Any change in rhythm just made it all the more unmissable to her lust-addled brain
It was all so much!
It was pleasure, but… not in any way she’d ever known; totally overstimulated and lost to a mess of sensation where all she could do was continuously build to the next time she came, over, and over, and over…
She moaned desperately through her mask as she shifted once again, trying to maneuvre her weight onto the heels of her boots rather than her aching toes and getting punished again with that beloved dildo fucking into her yet deeper. It was a torturous kind of bliss. She kept sinking in and out of deep subspace as her body was used, existing only as a mindless fucktoy for her watchers’ pleasure.
She didn’t know how much more of this she could take…
She didn’t know that she had a choice.
??? Minutes Later
At first, she didn’t really register the sudden change in ambient noise, too lost in her own mind as she succumbed to what was happening to her body. However, she was so used to the constant, consistent buzzing and whirring of her electronic companions that the irregularity forced her head to weakly jerk a little in recognition.
“Yeah, yes, yes I know, I’m here alright! I’m getting in now, keep your panties on.”
A voice. A familiar one, though she was much too tired to really register anything beyond that. It was accompanied by the echoing slam of a door and a set of thunderous feet climbing up stairs.
“Yes, I know, I know it’s urgent, just give me a sec-Holy Fucking Shitballs!” The exclamation came without any dampening of walls or distance, her housemate standing stock still in the now-open door to her bedroom, phone clasped to one ear, staring at her insensate form. She could just about see them through bleary eyes, past the hanging, sweat-matted hair that framed her head.
“Guh,” she mumbled numbly as her cock spasmed once again, weakly spurting a thin trickle of milky fluid into the overflowing bowl beneath her.
“Oh my god.”
“Mmm-unh,” she moaned weakly, her mouth too dry to really articulate anything. Her body didn't even really respond to the fireworks of orgasm, the shift between aftershocks and the next milking of her tender little prostate had lost meaning some time ago. All she’d really been able to concentrate on was that little red light, still continuously blinking away… until her housemate stepped in front, blocking the view.
“How the fuck do I…” they hovered anxiously, clearly looking for something before darting dor the base of the wall and the plug socket there.
Unceremoniously, they yanked the cord from the wall.
All at once, several things happened.
The motor holding her armbinders lost power – at this point, the main device holding her upright – and suddenly the strings binding her limbs in place loosened. Suddenly more weight was put upon jelly-like legs that were far too shaky to hold it. She slumped down at an angle, spearing her ass along the dildo that had run out of battery some time ago, but still had wires poking out of its flared base; all that stopped her from plunging it yet deeper inside her. The little bolt on the rotary wheel of her machine wasn't built to take her entire bodyweight in force, and either sheared or let loose its nut, the pole snapping away and finally allowing her to fall.
She slumped to the floor in a wet splat, her tumble having upended the overflowing bowl of cum all over herself.
“Fuck!” her roommate cried out, jumping back from her sprawling form as she feebly groaned. Finally, her ass emptied out as the pole slipped from her poor abused hole, which continued to clench and unclench in little phantom spasms, her mind unable to really comprehend what had happened. The fall had likewise dislodged her buzzing nipple clamps, the last vibrators that still had battery left, so at last she was finally freed from her existence of continuous pleasure. “Are you okay? Your mod called me and…”
She mewled weakly into the puddle of her own release, feeling sticky cum soaking into her hair and not caring one bit.
It was over.
She was finally spent.
Thoroughly worn out, sore, and cum-covered, she made some final incoherent mumbling noise as her eyelids fluttered slowly closed, finally able to relax, even as her ass continued its fitful spasms.
“Did you drill a hole in the fucking ceiling? The landlord is gonna kill us!”
She drifted off into the welcome embrace of unconsciousness.