Web Cam

Dear Diary - Web Cam
fiction by Carol Tightly
Posted: November 24, 2009

Well Diary,

I will have to openly admit I let my boyfriend Tom do it to me, so I can’t really complain about anything. Nor do I really guess I want to. Actually, since I let him do it twice, the second time as much for me as him, well then maybe I am the idiot. Time will tell. Plus it was his birthday, and I did want to let him have something special, though I might not have chosen this originally myself.

I was at his place having made a nice dinner and a small cake. Afterwards we had sat by the fireplace and of course ended up necking. Things had gotten serious and we’d maneuvered up to the bedroom. On the bed we’d been seriously kissing and fondling. I was soon shedding clothing and was down to a spandex and lace camisole and some stockings. We were close to the point where I was going to jump him and maybe give him a blow job as a “present” when he reached into the night stand and whipped out a couple of pairs of handcuffs.

Yes, we occasionally used them in our love play, so I was not all that surprised. Well, making a long story short after a little negotiation I ended up face down sort of. He attached handcuffs to each of my wrists and then to the side posts at the head of the bed. Head to the mattress and my backside up in the air I made a rather interesting picture, or rather in his words, target. Having secured my second wrist he wandered about behind me. I was startled a moment later by a bright flash.

“Hey what the heck?” I called out.

He chuckled and told me he was just taking a digital picture to remember the evening by. I growled out a few words of warning at him and he ended up telling me to relax. In his words “I was behind you when I took it. Unless you’ve been mooning people, who’s going to recognize you besides me.”

I just sighed. He was probably right, and in any event, cuffed to the bed it wasn’t like I could do anything about it anyway at the moment.

He puttered about his computer for a second before returning to the bed.

Once on the bed, things began to happen quite quickly. I had noticed he’d already lost his clothing, and his long hard penis was spearing between his knees. Of course since he had me in a pretty helpless and compromising position, a little slap and tickle soon ensued. Tom has a sort of foot fetish and given he could easily arm-lock one of my legs with my hands cuffed. So fingers soon met soles of my stockings and I was immediately howling in laughter. That, alternated with a few well placed hand slaps on my backside soon had me begging for mercy, not to mention pretty darn horny.

After he stopped I hunched there gaping to catch my breath. I knew too, as I spied him slathering K-Y Jelly on his stiff rod I was about to be invaded, and I feared for how. Sure enough, he climbed back onto the bed between my legs and almost instantly I was being prodded in the rear. Yes, I mean the anus. Having already allowed him to cuff me, he knew he had tacit ability to do whatever he wanted with me as long as I was not in danger. I yelped as he intruded into my tight rosy butt hole, the head of his stiff member stretching my sphincter painfully. He paused for just a moment before shoving forward in a big thrust. You could hear my moaning howl as I was impaled and my poor tunnel was expanded well beyond any normal circumference. Seeing stars spinning from the pain of initial entry, I knew I had to let myself relax or face sheer ravaging. Taking deep breaths I endured as he started a rhythmic thrusting. It took a couple moments but my rectum relaxed and adjusted to his girth and everything became tolerable, enjoyable actually soon thereafter. Yes, I admit I tend to get off some times on the “helpless” role, and being “forced” to do something I might not otherwise. I was pretty well aroused by the time Tom climaxed, squirting what felt like a gallon of his come into my anal canal. It’s a rather unique feeling being already crammed full of is massive member, then to have the squishy liquid forced about.

Once through with me, he slowly withdrew until his tip plopped out of me with a short, almost, popping sound. As he left me for a moment I perched there realizing first that I had not yet orgasmed and I was in dire need. Second, I noticed I was leaking a bit of come from back there as it dribbled down my leg. I heard splashing in the bathroom that I knew was him cleaning off his member. When he returned, Tom released one of my wrists from the handcuff, allowing me to at least roll over to one side. He actually pointed me towards his computer. He clicked a couple buttons and then suddenly on the screen, up popped a rather lurid view of me cuffed to the bed.

“Oh My Word …” I gasped out as I saw myself and him crawling up on the bed next to me. It was then I noticed his video web camera perched atop the monitor. I was almost horrified for a moment, but was quickly mesmerized as I watch the moments before scene unfold. At the same time, Tom in reality slipped up behind me on the bed, and his hand slithered around my waist. As the tickle fest started on his screen, fingers slipped to my clitoris and Tom began to tease me. I was already randy from before, and I was quickly wet all about him. The sounds were clear and I cold here my laughs and moans. When we got to the point of him entering me, and seeing that huge cock disappear into my butt, I nearly came. Half a second later with Tom squeezing my knob, I did, just as I heard my earlier moans from his forced entry. As he screwed me on the screen, I was shuddering and convulsing on the bed in spastic joy until I collapsed in satiated lust.
Talking about it afterwards, he teased me about loading that up to the internet and sharing it around for the world to see. After I got over being panic stricken, and a lot of begging, I got him to promise he would not, since, quite honestly, it showed my face a few times. But the experience got me to thinking.

Over the next couple days I mulled the thought of his threat and quite honestly, got wet each time. So over dinner a few nights later I broached the rather sensitive subject with him. Tom was a techno-geek as well as a bit on the kinky side. So when I shared with him that I’d been having, well, day dreams or fantasies, after his internet teasing earlier, he was all ears. I was getting quite intrigued by the thought of some form of exposure, but very wary of someone possibly being able to recognize me. Yeah, I know ... part exhibitionist, part prude. We talked about it for a couple of more days before I actually convinced myself I really did want to do it, and then what I really wanted to do, or let him do. As the time grew closer to actually try it, I found myself getting more filed with both excitement and trepidation.

On the evening we’d planned, I was a nervous wreck, jittery all over but horny as the dickens. There had been a couple of negotiated changes or agreements between Tom and me. First, I would be blindfolded during the scene using a leather blindfold I’d bought for his birthday. Basically it covered well over my eyes and down across my nose. Primarily, this was to keep most of my face hidden from view. However there was the added effect that I could not see my surroundings and would have less notion to “think” about what was going on with cameras. Oh, and note it was now cameras, plural, not just the one. Because Tom wanted to keep the recording, and probably edit it, he had three separate cameras viewing from different angles. The wild card now was that there was a third person involved. In order to ensure the cameras were getting the right stuff at all times, Tom enlisted a mutual friend of ours, Lenny, to help out. He would be primarily at the controls of the computer and video, although, I knew, and yes, agreed to the point that I would have to do something sexual for Lenny… kind of as payment. I also knew full well, that once I let this get started, I was pretty much at Tom’s mercy until it was over. To that end, it was understood that, recording aside, one of the cameras was going to send a live feed off a website at all times. Once I submitted, there was no turning back.

When I entered the bedroom, I found it was well lit, not as dark as the prior evening. I quickly surmised this for the cameras. Lenny was at the computer, testing feeds and moving cameras via remote control. I watched one pan the room and focus on the bed. I was a bit taken aback as both men were wearing ski masks. That is, of course, until I realized they didn’t want their own mugs splattered across the internet. Lenny, the perpetual wise ass, focused one camera right on my cleavage and zeroed in on the space between my boobs. I gave him a raspberry and he chuckled heartily. After a few more moments of fiddling around, he gave Tom the thumbs up sign. Giving me a sideways glance, Tom asked it I was ready. I took a deep breath and gathered my courage, then nodded yes.

Tom slid the leather blindfold over my eyes. I lifted my ponytail, and he buckled it snugly in place. “OK” he stated at that point. “Lenny, turn the cameras on.” A shiver went down my spine as I heard those words.

I knew once he had said that, all cameras were pointed on me now. Per prior planning, I slowly began to unbutton my blouse. Despite being blindfolded and not being able to see, I could “feel” both Tom’s and Lenny’s eyes drilling into me, not to mention the feeling of exposure knowing the cameras were blasting me out to cyber-land. I almost got woozy. I let the blouse drop to the floor, exposing my breasts to the world. Surprising thing was I could feel my nipples getting hard almost on the spot. I kicked off my shoes and slowly unbuttoned the fastener on my jeans. I slowly pulled down the zipper on my jeans and shimmied them down over my hips, letting them fall. I could hear Lenny’s intake of breath as he spotted my thong underwear. Speaking of which, this became the last article of clothing to slide to the ground, revealing all my charms to the world. I was pretty sure Tom would have a camera zeroed in there too, as I had carefully shaved my pubic hair down to a tiny arrow pointing directly at the glory hole, my small attempt at humor.

I let myself be led to the bed by Tom, who placed me up on the side in a kneeling position. I felt the cold steel of a handcuff as he attached it to one of my wrists, then as I crouched to my matching ankle. He moved to the other side and with the second handcuff did the same thing to my remaining wrist and ankle. Not quite a “frog-tie” as it’s called, but close enough as the handcuff equivalent. He stepped away, and I was sure one camera was probably focused directly on my anus and vagina as I mooned it. I slowly let my hips sway for a moment.

Now I didn’t really know if anyone was actually viewing this all from the internet in real time, but the possibility was there, and I was all a quiver at just the thought. I was lot in the moment when the first hand slap came down on my backside. I yelp in surprise as my cheek stung. Several more came in quick succession, and I could feel the heat rise off me, knowing I must be glowing red. For the next several moments I was subjected to all sorts of teasing and humiliation. I was groped and pinched, fondled and slapped. Flopped to my back, I felt the bite of nipple clamps, chain between them, as they were snapped down on my perky buds. Each time I let out a pained yelp, which I knew was being recorded. I heard Tom’s voice as I was called a slut and a whore.

This went on for some time until I was pretty well unnerved, a jangle of senses all aflame. Eventually came a moment of quiet as I heard what seemed to be Tom and Lenny changing places. I suddenly found myself being dragged across the bed by my ponytail.

“Let’s show the world some actual sex you bitch!” I heard growling from Lenny. This was followed by my face being slapped. Not with his hand, but with Lenny’s extended prick.

"Suck me, Slut,” he commanded as he forced his stiffness past my lips.

I feigned resistance and he yanked my hair again before jamming himself into my face. I nearly choked. Instinct took over, and I began to mouth over him, licking the shaft and sucking on the head. I sensed that Tom was probably focusing in on the act with a close up. I bobbed my head up and down trying to take as much length as I could muster. After a moment or two, Lenny added to the drama; grabbing my hair in a tight knot, he began thrusting into my mouth, effectively screwing me orally. I burbled and choked, sputtering along. Suddenly, he ejaculated, catching me totally by surprise. The first couple of squirts nearly gagging me before he started pulling out and letting the remainder splatter across my face. Come up my nose, on my lips, face; it was everywhere.

Which is when the next degradation occurred as a wide ball gag was suddenly jammed in behind my teeth, jerked tightly around my neck and buckled in place. Lenny flipped me flat onto my back, leaving my feet and wrists up in the air, splayed and open. Again the shuffling and a new weight on the bed between my legs, Tom was back. My boobs got squeezed and the nipple clamp chain yanked on, making me squeal into the ball gag like a stuck piglet.

“Geez what a come slut,” I heard Tom comment loud enough for the recorder to hear. “Let’s fill the idiot bitch up!” He used his hands to keep my knees forced apart as he leaned into me. Next thing you know, I have a massive erection being driven into my vagina like a rocket. He was huge, even by Tom standards, and it felt like the parting of a canal. Helpless underneath him I could do nothing more than accept his girth as he began to thrust like a stud horse. Big massive strokes drilled into me as he screwed me, probably half the world watching by now, at lest in my mind. “Got to love them,” I heard him call over his shoulder to Lenny. “Especially when they are dumb enough to let you handcuff them and screw them while they can’t make you put on a rubber, little unprotected slut.”

Suddenly it dawned on me what Tom had meant about filling her up. I howled into the ball gag and began to flail underneath him.

Lenny laughed raucously behind us “Yeah” he called out. “Maybe you can knock the dumb bitch up!”
I groaned loudly as I realized how much truth there could be to that statement.

Tom kept up a relentless pace of thrusting. The bed springs groaned loudly time and again as I was flattened to the mattress. The anomaly was there, I’d let it happen to this point and now … well who knew what might happen. Whatever did, I was live and in person, and maybe the whole cyber world would see it happen in real time. I was so wrapped up in the thought that I almost missed the build up. Suddenly, Tom climaxed and that first jet of semen shot into me. Hot as a rocket it shot deeply in. All my emotions crashed together meeting in my pelvis. As his second gush ruptured through I exploded into orgasm, vaginal walls clamping onto his cock like vice-grips. I spasmed and shook. He shot more loads, and we crashed tumultuously together until we were both spent.

A moment later he managed to rise and withdraw. The final comment I heard was “Look world, she’s overflowing,” which I assume was referring to the trickle of something I felt drool between my legs. After a long moment of tense silence, I heard Lenny simply state “Clear.”

Breathing deeply I assumed that to mean that the webcam / recording had been stopped.

“Nice Job Lenny” I heard Tom call out.

“Yeah, thanks,” was the reply. This was followed quickly by “Crap! Look at the time.”

I heard Tom usher Lenny down the stairs and out the front door. Shortly thereafter, Tom unlocked a handcuff from my right ankle. To my surprise, he pulled the wrist upwards and relocked the cuff to the head of the bed. Taking the other, he did likewise to the other bed post. Eventually he moved to the blindfold and unbuckled it. Gratefully, I saw he’d dimmed the room lights so as not to blind me. The gag didn’t get removed however. Rather he wandered to his computer and punched some buttons. “There, it will all finish saving now,” he mumbled. Moving back to me, he took hold of one of my ankles. A new handcuff mysteriously appeared and was locked to the ankle. Slowly he pulled my leg outwards until the found the post at the end of the bed. I’m not sure why, but I offered no resistance. As you can guess a moment later the other leg was equally splayed.

I glanced nervously about as he went about repositioning cameras to various points aimed at me and the bed. Another button was poked on the computer and I saw the little red camera lights flip back on. “Interesting thing” he stared to say as he turned towards me. “I borrowed, well snuck a Viagra from Lenny’s medicine cabinet yesterday.” Wide eyed I gawked at his penis. Having already screwed me silly it was still hugely erect, like a cannon or something. As he climbed on the bed again … “They say the pill lasts like four hours.” Moaning, I warbled into the gag. As he lowered himself and drove into me for the second time he pondered, “I wonder how many times we can do it in four hours.” I suspected it was Tom’s intention to find out.

My thoughts were more like “Damn cameras … Are we live … Or is this Memorex?”

THE END

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