Tanya Reynolds was a prodigy in the legal field, and had recently shocked the profession by becoming a law partner at the amazing age of 31. She love the prestige, the perks, and the hefty salary. But she found the stresses to be multiplied at least a hundredfold. She now had what are called 'owner tasks' added to her already busy schedule of lawyer work. When she delegated things - and she had to delegate things - she was relying heavily on those other people to do the task promptly and properly. When dealing with clients, her youthfulness actually was a disadvantage, since she had to fight for credibility. She was expected to arbitrate between the day-to-day squabbles that occurred due to the various frictions in the office. Some days she got so wound up by all this that the thought of becoming a heavy drinker started sounding appealing.

Thank goodness she had David in her life now. David Arkwright was a godsend! Approximately her age, he was handsome, brilliant, articulate, single, and to her amazement, heterosexual! They'd met quite by accident - literally. She'd been rushing out of that trendy café, clutching her terribly necessary first latte of the day, trying to teleport herself to the office, when she crashed full tilt into David, who was entering at that moment. Of course, the latte ended up on his nice business suit, which was sturdy enough to prevent him from being scalded. Spouting apology after apology, Tanya hustled him into the café, blotting him rapidly with paper towels.

When as much of the brown liquid had been absorbed, Tanya offered to pay for the laundering of his damaged garments, and to buy him whatever drink he sought. She also desperately needed to replace her own latte. David graciously accepted both of her offers, and found a table to sit at while Tanya made the necessary purchases. When Tanya came to the table, bearing the drinks, he invited her to sit down and chat.

Normally, she would've declined the offer, and rushed off to the office. But there was something about him. Perhaps it was the twinkle in his eyes, the smile on his lips, his whole mannerism at being so nice and forgiving about the accident. The fact that his current scent was a tantalizing blend of clean manliness, mixed with the fragrance of fresh coffee didn't hurt one bit. Tanya sat. And talked. And slowed down. And made contact on a human level with this stranger. And found that she was starting to like him - a lot. Suddenly it wasn't quite as urgent to rush back to the office.

A ritual formed, with the two of them beginning their day by meeting for coffee and chatting. They found that when they did this, they faced the day with renewed energy and productivity. David looked forward to staring into Tanya's eyes that shifted in color between a haunting gray and a hazy green, set in her attractive face framed by her sleek honey gold hair. From time to time he looked at her lips, especially when she moistened them with her tongue, and got stronger and stronger urges to kiss them.

Tanya was observing David at the same time. From his brown, sun streaked hair - which, in some lighting situations even showed glints of auburn, down to his clean-shaven, well formed chin he was, in a word, adorable. She loved looking into his deep brown eyes, and felt her heart accelerate slightly each time his mouth formed into a smile. She knew she needed more time with him than these brief, albeit wonderful, morning meetings. Therefore, during a momentary lapse in the conversation, she leaned partway across the table separating them. "David," she said quietly, "when are you going to ask me out on a date?"

In response, David grinned mischievously, and asked, "Tanya, is tonight too soon?"

It wasn't too soon. It was perfect. They started out their dinner conversation giving a little more background about their careers. He knew that she was a lawyer, but he had no idea that she'd already become a law partner, and was duly impressed because he knew what that signified about her abilities. She knew that he was a computer consultant, but she learned how he'd started out working with the hardware, even getting his hands dirty creating ingenious solutions to increase the speed and capabilities of some of the peripherals. He'd even gotten a patent on one of his designs. It's royalties were not insignificant. Some men might brag about such accomplishments, but not David. He just stated facts calmly, and answered Tanya's questions clearly.

Several dates later, by tacit agreement they took their relationship to the next level. Tanya invited David back to her apartment, and he spent the night. Their lovemaking was as sweet and tender as it was passionate. Neither of them was a virgin, and they were comfortable enough to share the knowledge of what they needed and desired in a non-judgmental, caring manner.

It wasn't long before David invited Tanya to spend a weekend at his house in the suburbs. He explained how, after experiencing city life for a while, he found himself yearning for a house with a yard. It was in a cul-de-sac, so there wasn't a lot of noisy traffic. Tanya was both amazed and pleased to hear birds chirping in the trees during the day, and crickets singing to them during the evening. The air smelled fresher and more invigorating. Their lovemaking got more invigorating as well.

Tanya soon learned that David had a kinky aspect to his sensuality. She also learned that her body responded to these revelations with such arousal that it both surprised and pleased her. She recalled the first time David suggested that she wear a blindfold during their foreplay. Willing to try new things, and trusting him, she did so. Being deprived of her vision made her much more aware of her other senses - tactile, of course. Not only was she more aware of his touches, but when he took his hands away, her skin felt like it was trying to lift itself to reestablish contact. Her sense of smell was more acute, so both her and his arousal scents tantalized her nostrils. He fed her some of her pussy juices, and let her suck his precum in the darkness of the blindfold, and her taste buds blossomed as never before. She was so caught up in these heightened senses that she begged him to leave the blindfold on as he fucked her! She heard each breath and each heartbeat, and thrilled to the sounds made by their joined bodies as he thrust in and out. Her climax shook her to her core. She vowed to try more new things with him.

David knew instinctively that the pressures of her career could be massive, and that her body craved some 'down time' - some time during which she could completely surrender control. To that end, David showed Tanya some of the ingenious restraints that he'd installed in his bedroom. For instance, the magnetic bracelets that could hold her helpless on his bed in a spreadeagled position. The power that held the bracelets closed was controlled by timers. The two lovers especially love the game where David set the timers for one hour, and then they discovered how many times he could make her orgasm during that hour. She actually had so many that they both lost count.

Turnabout is fair play, of course. So David taught Tanya how to work the devices, and ended up on his back on top of the bed, stretched out with his wrists together up by the headboard, and his ankles together down by the foot of the bed. Tanya enjoyed exploring her naked, helpless lover's body when he was restrained in this manner. Her hands and lips moved slowly over his exposed skin, feeling and tasting. He squirmed deliciously when she toyed with his vulnerable armpits, and growled with desire as she suckled his toes. His rampant erection stuck almost straight up from his body, twitching, throbbing and streaming with precum, before she finally took pity on him.

Straddling his waist, she delicately parted her labia right above the head of his cock, looking into his eyes. She watched his eyes flick from her face to her pussy and back, over and over. His expression was one of need and pleading. Still, she paused playfully to let him anticipate, loving the groaning sounds that vibrated from his throat. Millimeter by millimeter, she lowered herself. The moisture of her pussy met the moisture coating the head of his cock, and blended. Feeling that, her rate of descent increased, sheathing his swollen manhood in the hot, churning depths of her intimate embrace.

Momentarily, she closed her eyes, savoring the contact. Opening them again, she whispered, "Darling, it feels so good to have you inside me. Your cock stretches and fills me to perfection." Placing her hands behind her head, she rippled the muscles of her abdomen in several controlled waves. She wasn't positive what effect those contractions would have on her cunt muscles, with their trapped visitor, but his shuddering gasp informed her that it must be a good one. "Oh. You like that?" she teased. She rippled those muscles again, several times, watching lovingly as he closed his eyes and bit his lips from the pleasurable sensations.

She looked at the timer. "Well, sweetheart. I originally set that timer for 45 minutes, and we have fifteen left. Let's see how many times I can get off, riding you like this in the time that remains." Her eyes gleamed a little as she added, "You might be tempted to cum right away. But if you do, understand that I'm going to keep bucking up and down on you anyway, until the time runs out. So you might want to hold back as long as you can. If you manage to make it through the entire time without cumming, when the restraints open, you can take me anyway that you desire." She watched the expression of surprise form on his face. "Yes. That means any one of my three holes that you wish." She gave off a throaty laugh and started pumping her body up and down.

Up until that point they'd never engaged in anal sex, even though they'd touched upon it in conversation. Tanya knew that she was giving him a prize worth fighting for, but she wasn't going to make it easy for him. In addition to raising and lowering her pussy on his cock, she also rocked back and forth as she gently toyed with his nipples. When she churned her way to her first orgasm, the contractions that her inner muscles made along his dick almost tipped him over the edge. She also almost made him climax when she mischievously moved her pelvis atop him as if she was using a hula hoop. Fortunately for him, it felt so good to Tanya herself that she suddenly cried out, "Oh fuck!" and started cumming so hard that she leaned forward, plastering her torso against his and wrapped her arms around him, holding tight as she shook.

As those waves ebbed, she kissed his lips gratefully in between gasping attempts to catch her breath. The timer expired, and the bracelets snapped open, so David was able to wrap his arms around her and hold her, cuddling, until her eyes came back into focus. When they did, she raised up a little to smile at him and say, "I guess you won. Are you ready to claim your prize?"

His stiff penis was still buried in her cunt, and with a grin he flexed certain muscles to make it jerk inside her. She laughed. "I'll take that as a yes." Good sport that she was, she lifted herself off of him, moved a little to the side, and put a pillow beneath her hips as she laid herself face down next to him. She spread her legs far apart, creating a deliciously lewd display. Making eye contact, she reached back with both hands, grasping her ass cheeks to pull them sideways and expose her pink, puckered opening. Turning her head to look at him, she informed him, "There you are, good sir. It's all yours for the taking."

He took it, but slowly, and sensuously. He rubbed lube on the sensitive ring, over and over, until she was moaning and biting the bed sheet. Then, adding more lube, he slowly relaxed her opening, using one finger, until it was easily accepted, and then two. When he removed his fingers, Tanya's hands, pulling at her ass cheeks, helped keep her hole dilated invitingly while he applied slippery lube to his cock. He wanted her to feel only pleasure, not discomfort.

He positioned the tip of his dick at the center of her ass hole. She giggled softly as she felt the cool lube coating its end touch her heated tissues. As he pressed forward, slowly sinking his entire cock into her rear tunnel, her gasp and his grunt both turning into sounds of a harmonic moan of delight. His balls rested against her labia as he paused, letting both of them relish these new sensations. Her sensations were that of being filled, along with an impulse to bear down, and a pleasant tingling from nerve endings inside her vaginal tunnel, which were being stimulated through the thin wall that separated them from her rectum. His sensations were that of being gripped firmly in a warm, buttery embrace along the entire length of his shaft, along with the heady realization of her loving submission to this salacious penetration.

"I love it," she groaned. "I'm ready. Fuck me, please. Fuck me hard. I need to feel you moving inside me!"

David gripped her hips, pinning her pelvis in place. Knowing that she was well lubricated now, he slid his glistening cock outward until its crown was stretching her anal ring. Using his hands for leverage, he thrust forward rapidly, feeling and hearing his ball sack slap wetly against her labia and clit, which were puffy and sensitive from her prior orgasms. That impact made her groan, "Ohhhh! Yes! Yes! Like that! More, please!"

He gave her more.

Soon, he was pounding her with a lust and passion that surprised them both. Tanya was babbling incoherently as she writhed and clawed at the bed sheets, beside herself with pleasure. David was close to orgasm, but holding it back as he puffed with effort, wanting the gorgeous woman beneath him to cum before he did. From her sounds, he could tell she was close - right at her borderline.

After several more thrusts, she came.

Her vocalizations changed to a long, drawn out keening sound as she began shaking. Her cum juices mixed with her pussy juices and coated his scrotum each time it splattered against her. That extra sensation tipped him over the edge. He shoved his cock firmly into her depths as he began to ejaculate. Wave after wave of muscular contraction rippled up the entire pathway from his testicles to the tip of his penis, powerfully propelling his semen. Spurt followed spurt as his hot seed flooded her nether passage, either giving Tanya another orgasm, or prolonging the current one. Even after they both stopped cumming, he stayed joined with her, stretching out on top of her and wrapping her in a blissful embrace.

After that, by tacit agreement, David could use any or all of Tanya's holes during lovemaking. In turn, Tanya was never reticent about stating what she needed him to do, sexually. She was also very receptive to exploring new levels of kinkiness with him. When he wanted to try something new, invariably he explained it to her, step-by-step, which reassured her. Like when he bought her a special vibrator whose shape, once its shaft was inserted, made it cling to her pussy. The external part of the vibrator was sensitive to sounds. Various sounds activated it to differing levels of intensity. To demonstrate, David played a CD of wind chimes, which kept Tanya simmering. When he switched to another CD that played a waltz, its rhythmic nature made her cum, almost like magic! She loved her new toy, kissing him, and then giving him such a passionate blow job that his knees buckled!

Occasionally, David's job would require him to go out of town. On one of these trips, he had to fly to Boston for an entire week, starting on Tuesday. Tanya knew that he would keep in contact, as best he could. She decided to spend a little time in her apartment, which needed a good dusting and cleaning, since she was spending more time at David's house lately. But on Saturday morning, five days into David's trip, she missed the peace and greenery of his suburban home, and his scent, which lingered on his bed pillow, so she journeyed there, to at least spend the weekend.

To her surprise, when she opened the front door, inside on the hallway floor there was an envelope addressed to her. The note inside told her that he wanted her to go down into his basement - a place she hadn't been before.

When she went down the basement steps, she was surprised to see an elaborate computer set up with a rather strange looking chair in front of it. There was another envelope propped against the screen. This note from David told her how much he missed her, and asked her to press any key on the keyboard, and then follow the instructions on the screen, pressing another key after she'd followed each instruction.

"You kinky devil, you," Tanya said out loud, grinning. "Okay, I'm game." She pressed a key.

The computer screen lit up, and the first instruction appeared: 'get naked, of course' it told her.

Giggling, she quickly stripped and placed her clothing on a nearby table.

The next instruction said 'take the marker pen, and write naughty words or pictures on your body where they'll be hidden by clothing later' - they'd done that once before during their playtime, and she knew that the markings would persist for more than a week.

Nevertheless, her eyes twinkling, she wrote 'fuck this' on her clean shaven mound with an arrow pointing at her pussy, 'slut for cock' on her tummy, 'use' on the under curve of her right tit, and 'me' on the under curve of her left tit. She wasn't much of an artist, but she also tried to draw an image of a spread open vulva being penetrated by a cock and balls. She was really getting into this sexy game that he'd prepared.

Next she had to 'fetch your sound activated vibrator and insert it' so she trotted upstairs to the bedroom to get it, pausing to look in the bedroom mirror at her naked body covered from tits to mound with naughty things, and laughing as she slipped the vibrator into her receptive pussy.

The next lengthy message on the screen informed her 'I'm going to see how many times I can make you cum in one hour, remotely - sit in the chair and secure the magnetic cuffs at your ankles, neck, and wrists - closing them will start a one hour timer' - she gasped, her eyes bulging a little in surprise. "Gosh, I know how powerful this vibrator can be," she murmured. "I wonder what sounds he's planned. And a full hour... wow!" Curious, she did as she was told. The cuffs clicked shut around her ankles, the closing of their circuit activating them. She strained her legs a little, testing them, but they wouldn't budge. They were positioned on the outsides of the chair legs, so she couldn't even draw her knees toward one another, and her cunt was fully exposed on the slightly tilted seat.

Next, she closed the cuff around her neck, glad that it wasn't at all tight, and was lined with a soft, rubbery material to prevent any chaffing. She was about to close the cuff on her left wrist, when she suddenly realized, "David! If I cuff my left wrist, how am I supposed to close the one on the right?" She glanced at the screen. Almost as if he'd heard her, she saw the message 'when you close the left cuff, the heat from your right wrist will trigger the closing of the right one' on its display.

"You sneaky sex fiend," she chortled. "You think of everything." She closed the left cuff, pressed her right wrist against the other one, and watched it magically close itself. A timer on the table next to the screen lit up with the numbers 01:00:00 and then started counting down. The computer screen itself showed the message 'press the left mouse button under your fingertips' and sure enough, there was a tiny computer mouse at the end of her right hand. She pressed the button.

A video window popped up on the computer screen, showing what might be a hotel room. No one was in sight, so Tanya said, "Come on, David. Show yourself." She squirmed a little in the chair's restraints. "The hour has already begun, you know. So where are these orgasms you promised?" she asked, her voice ringing with merriment.
Tanya was shocked when, instead of David appearing, a woman stepped into view - a woman Tanya had never seen before. A woman with fiery red hair, a malicious gleam in her eye, and a sneer on her lips. The woman stared at her, silently, her eyes scanning up and down. Tanya realized the video feed was allowing the woman to see most, if not all, of her nude body. Feeling her face reddening, she frantically clicked both the left and right mouse buttons under her fingertips. Nothing happened, except the woman laughed, and it was an evil laugh of triumph.

"Clicking that mouse will do nothing now, slut!" she hissed. "It's only job was to let me know you were ready."

"Who... who are you," Tanya asked nervously. "What do you want?"

The woman's lips stretched into a sardonic grin, letting Tanya get even more nervous. Finally, she said, "My name is Keegan. And, as to who I am..." She leaned close to the camera so her face loomed. "I was David's steady girlfriend... until you came along, BITCH!" That last word was spat with such vehemence that Tanya flinched in the chair's restraints. The volume of the word was such that the vibrator buried inside Tanya's cunt buzzed briefly to life, making her flinch for a completely different reason.

"We were so good together!" Keegan claimed. "We shared common interests in computers, and hardware design. I taught him how to build many of those devices there in his house. We played with them for hours." Her expression turned wistful. Then it hardened again. "We were doing fine together, until YOU came into his life. You took him away from me! Once he met you, he tossed me aside like garbage." She glared. "Well, you walked into my little trap, and now I'll have my revenge."

"You mean... you mean it was you that left those envelopes with the notes?" Tanya asked, incredulous.

"Sure," Keegan replied. I knew he'd be out of town for the week. It was simple to open that primitive door lock. I can duplicate his handwriting well enough to fool a casual glance. And I know his style of teasing, and kinky play."

Tanya was mad with herself at how easily she'd been duped. But she was a lot more worried than mad. "Does this crazy woman live near here?" she wondered. "She has to have been close enough to visit the house, and it must've been right after David left on his trip. I wonder what nasty things this woman can do to me in an hour?" Her eyes flicked to the timer, checking what time remained.

Keegan saw her eye movement, and laughed mirthlessly. "Checking the timer, are you, slut? I have a confession to make. I lied when my instructions said the timer was set for an hour. And that's a fake countdown that you're seeing. I'll leave you guessing as to how long you'll really be trapped." She actually rubbed her hands together gleefully. "You ruined my life, so now I'm going to ruin yours, you high and mighty harlot. Or rather, you're going to ruin your own life," she cackled.

Suddenly, the formerly dim basement became brighter, the new lighting focused on Tanya, cuffed into the chair. Feeling even more exposed and embarrassed by being lit up, she struggled against the cuffs, but it was hopeless. They wouldn't yield one bit. Her heart was hammering in her chest, as adrenaline raced through her bloodstream.

Keegan continued, "I'll get off the screen now, so I can show you what your audience will be able to see." Her face was replaced by an image of the restrained Tanya. And it was a live image, because every movement she made in the chair was clearly displayed on the screen. At the same time, Keegan's words 'your audience' echoed in her mind. "Audience? People are going to see this?! No! No! She wouldn't!" Tanya screamed in her mind. She whimpered as she squirmed.

Seemingly oblivious to Tanya's emotions, Keegan continued to narrate. The frontal image of Tanya was replaced by other views - side, overhead, and various closeups. "The side views will be especially nice for watching those ugly tits of yours bob and weave as you struggle. The overhead view is great for giving them a good look at how your chair is positioned. This closeup of your face will reveal your state of mind - shock, crying, tears, and so on. This frontal closeup of your tits will show how your whorish nipples are reacting. And this closeup of your cunt... oh my... its already messy, showing your nasty, sticky juices smeared on your puffy, obscene pussy lips. If I zoom in a bit more... like this... I think we'll even be able to see your swollen, throbbing clit, each time you cum." She giggled insanely.

"Each time I cum?" Tanya thought. "What does she mean... oh my god! My vibrator! If she can produce enough sound... I'll... I'll... Nooooo! And before some audience? What audience is she talking about?"

Keegan spoke as if psychic, "I suppose you're wondering who'll be observing your performance?" She laughed evilly. "I thought it would be wonderful to reveal to an important group of people just what a slut you are!"

Hardly daring to breathe, Tanya listened, her stomach twisting into knots.

"It's amazing the amount of information you can get about a person simply by hacking into their phone," Keegan shared. "Let's see here... I have a list of your co-workers... your family, of course... some other names, whom I assumed are some recent important clients of yours. It's a real treasure trove, bitch!" The image switched to a closeup of Tanya's face, showing her shock, and the trembling of her lips.

Tanya shivered like ice water was coursing through her veins. She was horrified. "Please... please, Keegan. Don't do this," she pleaded. "I didn't mean to harm you. I didn't even know about you!"

That was the wrong thing to say. "Oh! So I'm not even important enough to be acknowledged, huh? Stupid, mindless bitch!" There was a series of clicking sounds. "There... messages to all those people. I wonder how many check their messages quickly? We'll soon see. Let's get this show on the road... we're going live on the web in... 5... 4... 3... 2... 1... ACTION!"

The loud sound of Keegan's voice buzzed the vibrator again inside Tanya, making her squirm in reaction. Now scrolling across the bottom of the screen was her name, and other information about her. There was also a counter that currently read '1' at the bottom right of the screen.

"In case you're wondering, slut, that number on the bottom right is the current number of viewers. You have one viewer, and that's me. But I expect it will change fairly soon. Meanwhile, let's get you nice and juicy." Music started coming from a speaker in the basement wall. Something that had a heavy beat to it. The vibrator inside Tanya's cunt sprang to life, stimulating her intimate tissues. Each beat of the music created an extra intense throbbing sensation deep in her core. In spite of her mental state, her body reacted and her pussy began lubricating. It wasn't long before she could smell her induced arousal.

Keegan was switching the camera views slowly. When she reached the facial closeup, she must've seen Tanya's nostrils dilating. "Ah... smelling your nasty cunt now, are you, whore? Too bad the viewers won't be able to inhale your cheap stench. They'll only be able to see and hear you, once I add the audio to the feed, which I'll do when I'm done talking to you. After all, I don't want them to hear my voice. But I'll still narrate a little, with text displayed on the screen. And don't worry about David seeing this. I'll send him a notice later, once the show is well underway. And I'm recording a copy for him, as well."

At that moment, the viewer counter switched to 2. "Ah... we've got our first viewer. I wonder who it is? Your Mommy? Daddy? Boss?" She giggled merrily. Terrified, Tanya turned her head sideways, screwing her eyes shut from the humiliation. Keegan commented, "Nice profile you're displaying, bitch... but you may as well open your eyes... there's a camera in front of you over there, too - remember?" Tanya opened her eyes and saw the red light on the active camera, staring into her face. She turned back to face the computer screen and saw the text admonition to the viewers: 'turn on your sound if you want to hear her' and she realized that Keegan was done talking. She also realized that her thighs were quivering, because the incessant stimulation from the vibrator already had her on the brink of cumming. In vain, she tried to close her knees, and the extra contraction of those muscles proved to be her undoing. The powering of those muscles triggered her climax.

"Oooohh shit!" she cried out, helplessly straining and bouncing in place as the pussy closeup showed the fresh gush of wetness pooling on the chair seat. The fluids streamed down the gentle slope, to drip into a container on the floor. In the back of her mind, a realization was forming. David had sensed how much Tanya needed to cede control to relieve the pressures of her workload. But he hadn't done anything to humiliate her like this, and, at some level, she was dimly becoming aware that adding humiliation was like putting whipped cream on an already delicious pie. Her body was responding more viscerally to the stimulation this way!

The music dropped to an almost inaudible level, and the vibrator stilled. Tanya was catching her breath, looking at the screen, whose counter read '5' now, and the message 'that was the slut's first cum... want to see another?' was the current text.

Tanya barely had time to register that message and the fact that three new people were now watching before the music level surged to new heights, now with a heavy, rapid drumbeat. Before she even had a chance to draw a deep breath to scream, the powerful stimulation caused her to convulse in a sudden orgasm! It was breathtaking in its intensity! She'd never experienced anything like that before... but then again, she'd never been in a situation like this before, either.

The music stopped. Sweating and panting, Tanya focused on the screen again. The viewer count looked like it read '111' but when she managed to focus her eyes, it really read '11' - now 'did you see how she jiggled around as she came?' appeared. That was followed by the messages 'those floppy tits of hers were really crashing together' and 'go ahead and tell your friends - all viewers are welcomed' appeared next, along with a reminder about how to tell them to join the stream.

Tanya was mortified, wondering who was watching her naked body as she did such lewd things. Her mortification increased when 'yes, she wrote all that on herself - her true feelings revealed' appeared. One of the closeup cameras started panning over her body, showing 'use me' on her tits, 'slut for cock' on her tummy, 'fuck this' on her mound, and that obscene attempt to draw a penis penetrating a vagina. She watched, mesmerized, as each of the drawings was beamed to who knows how many family and friends. But she mentally debated with herself, arguing that the embarrassment came from her prior ways of thinking. Could she be getting this turned on if she really, truly, absolutely detested what was being done to her? Her legal mind offered 'probably not' as its verdict.

Next, the camera returned to one of her nipples, zooming in until the nipple filled the screen. Low volume music returned to the room, and the vibrator started purring softly. The text read 'watch how her nipple reacts' as the music got a little louder, and louder still. Tanya moaned as the vibrator gradually switched speeds, getting faster and faster. Her body responded again, and her nipple started inflating. Part of its elevation was due to her areola, whose tissues drew together, crinkling its surface, and thrusting the nipple forward. The rest of its stiffening and enlargement was due to the fresh, hot blood flooding its internal structures, making it swell. And swell. As the music reached a crescendo, it felt to Tanya that her nipple was going to explode. But her cunt exploded again, with a climax that made her gasp with her eyes rolling back in their sockets. The camera was able to stay focused on the nipple because the collar around her neck prevented her torso from moving very much.

Almost in a faint, Tanya was oblivious to the new screen messages 'the horny slut just came hard once more' and 'I know you want to see what her cunt was doing during that' and 'so here is an instant replay' all appeared. Then the taped feed from another camera, giving a closeup of Tanya's cunt was played, and it revealed that she'd cum so hard that her pussy had actually squirted. This must've galvanized a string of phone calls and texts, because the current viewer total quickly climbed to 53. Then 72. Then 107!

Coming to her senses, Tanya groaned weakly, "Please, someone help me. I'm trapped in a basement at..." but before she could give the location, the sound of a marching band at full volume blasted over the speaker. Tanya shrieked as the vibrator ravaged her cunt while a mild current passed through her body from the metal restraints, and she fell unconscious as if she'd been poleaxed.

When she came to, the screen was still saying 'sorry folks, I cannot let you help my toy escape until her time of punishment is over' as a warning to Tanya not to try that again. The helpless woman tried to eject the vibrator from her pussy by sheer muscle control... and failed, weeping with frustration.

Keegan next set up a very complex shot. When she had it to her liking, the screen had four windows on it, from four different cameras. Top left was a tight shot of Tanya's face. Top right was a closeup of her chest, with both tits showing. Bottom left was a side view of her torso. Bottom right displayed a tight shot of her clit, and labia. Her labia were so engorged that they splayed themselves to the sides, revealing both her pee hole and vaginal opening, with the obscene vibrator protruding from it. Again Keegan forced Tanya into another toe curling orgasm, reveling in her shrieks and screams from the intense pleasure!

Luckily for the hapless woman, Keegan was so pleased by the lewd images she'd captured that she allowed Tanya to rest for a full fifteen minutes as she streamed the replay of that orgasm over and over. It was rather bizarre and surreal to see a woman's body, wracked by orgasm, for a solid fifteen minutes. But Keegan rationalized that the viewers would want to study all four windows intently.

After the fifteen minutes, Keegan decided to use another five to ten minutes showing that same orgasm, but in slow motion. It was a riveting display, allowing nuances to be observed. She giggled merrily to herself when Tanya's vocalizations dropped several octaves as her voice was slowed down.

Next, she decided it was time to let the helpless woman simmer. Adjusting the sound selections and volumes, she kept Tanya stimulated to the edge of an orgasm for over an hour and a half. Ultimately, Tanya was shrieking, crying, and babbling, "Please let me cum! Please! Please! I need to cum! Ohhhh! It's too much! I need to cum!" Those cries were intermingled with nonsensical sounds of despair and desperation.

Keegan luxuriated in the sound of that pleading for a good fifteen minutes, watching the viewer count rise. Then she began raising the volume in tiny increments. Grunting with effort, Tanya thrashed in her restraints, straining. The cords stood out in her neck, and her lips were drawn back in a grimace as she sought release. Finally, like a dam bursting, her lower body gushed out her cum as she yelled, "Ahhhhhhhhhh! AAAHHHHHH! Ahhhhhhhhhh!" Her orgasm was magnificent! Just seeing it turned Keegan on so much that she started furiously fingering herself. She was so busy cumming that she neglected to lower the volume.

Tanya was floating on a cloud of orgasmic bliss. She was experiencing multiple orgasms - more in a row than ever before, due to the incessant stimulation, blending with the now inescapable, and therefore delicious, humiliation to which she was being subjected. She'd never felt such a complete loss of control. Nothing existed but this moment. Her hair was damp with her sweat. Her body glowed with it. She smelled it, along with the ripe scents of her sweat and her cum fluids, and savored all these mixed scents.

Dimly, she was actually feeling grateful to Keegan, in a way, for helping her discover these new things about herself. About her reactions to such humiliation and total loss of control. During more lucid moments, she began to wonder if further such 'ordeals' would yield the same reactions. She hoped David would understand - that he wouldn't be disgusted.

Keegan had a renewed sense of power over Tanya now. She toyed with her like a cat playing with a mouse. She teased her to the brink of orgasm, and held her there, teetering, not quite cumming for longer and longer periods of time, easing off, leaving Tanya babbling with need, begging and pleading for another release. Of course, occasionally she'd grant the bound woman what she sought, letting her cum, so she wouldn't get so discouraged that she'd give up her entreaties. This went on for hours.

Somewhere during that portion of the ordeal, Tanya's bladder demanded its own form of release. She tried to hold back - to stop it - but to no avail. Her pee hole jetted a yellow stream of urine down the tilted seat bottom, and most of it ended up in the container on the floor. Keegan knew this had to happen, sooner or later, and she immediately switched to what she thought of as the 'pussy cam' which had a tight closeup of Tanya's cunt. The feed from that camera went out live, and again as an instant replay, with the words 'the slut is pissing' displayed on the screen.

Tanya thought that the act of urination was a lot more private than sex. She didn't even let David stay in the bathroom when she had to pee. The fact that a large number of people were getting such an intimate view of her genitals as she pissed was extremely humiliating to her. But even though she blushed from her cheeks to her neck, the relief from emptying her bladder was extremely pleasurable. The fact that she could experience pleasure, even while strangers watched her urinate, made her wonder if she also had a heretofore untapped vein of exhibitionism.

Meanwhile, Keegan set up a split screen shot to catch Tanya's reaction to the next part. The left side of the screen was a closeup of Tanya's face, while the right side of the screen showed the feed from the camera on Tanya's left - it showed her torso and head from her left arm upward. The words 'watch very closely' appeared on the screen.

Tanya hadn't noticed the tiny nozzle affixed to the left wrist cuff. A pump motor started, and the fluids from the floor container - a mixture of her fresh urine and her former cum juices - were forced up a tube and sprayed right into Tanya's face! The shocked woman's eyelids flew up and her eyes bulged as the pungent fluid struck! Worse than that, Keegan put the vibrator into high gear, and Tanya's mouth opened, forming a large 'O' shape as she went into orgasm! Piss entered her mouth, and, rather than choke, she reflexively swallowed before closing her mouth again.

The piss/cum spray struck her closed lips now, and cascaded down her chest and tits. She was drenched in the strong-scented fluids as the screen advised the viewers 'she just swallowed some of her own piss' - just in case they were confused about what had just happened. Once the container was emptied, the pump turned off, and Keegan switched to instant replays of the action, again and again. Tanya just had to sit there, streaming with pee as her body experienced post-orgasmic twitches. The embarrassment faded rather quickly, because Tanya was now experiencing what's been called 'sub-space' by various submissives. She was helpless to resist, so she'd entered into a realm of acceptance.

Keegan noticed the change in Tanya's body language - the look she'd seen on some of her submissive friends, in the presence of their Dominants. She'd achieved what she wanted. In her opinion, Tanya'd been punished, and her spirit was transformed, if not actually broken. Now she'd have to live with how she'd reacted to this entire ordeal. Therefore, she turned off the vibrator and released the restraints. Tanya had been in the chair for almost twelve hours. The computer screen went black, except for the message 'end of transmission' on its display. Keegan was still watching Tanya, even though the rest of the world was not. She wasn't surprised when Tanya just sat there for over ten minutes, recovering, before reaching down and pulling the vibrator out of her pussy and wearily getting to her feet.
Monday morning arrived, and Tanya was due at the office. Her heart fluttered as she wondered how many of her co-workers had seen. She knew she had to face them sooner or later, and figured the sooner the better. Anything was better than the alarming scenarios her mind was dreaming up - being fired, being demoted, being ridiculed until she was forced to quit!

Contrary to what Tanya feared, the other members of the firm - most of whom who had indeed witnessed much of her 'performance' - were overly solicitous. "You poor dear," one murmured.

"It must've been horrible," another said, although the tenting of his pants by his groin belied his statement. Seeing that, Tanya smiled, secretly pleased.

There was a general staff meeting that afternoon. Interestingly, business was taking a decided uptick, many clients drawn by the publicity and notoriety generated by the streamed event. This was unanticipated, but welcome news.

One of the partners said, "Actually I missed seeing it, but I've heard reports." Curious, he asked, "Did you really write on yourself like people are telling me?"

Humor bubbled up inside her. "Do you want to see? All of you? We're all adults here, after all." The other members present at the meeting swiftly looked in her direction as she stood up. She boldly lifted her blouse to show the 'slut for cock' on her tummy, the words 'use me' on the underside of her tits, and the lewd drawing of the vagina and balls. Seized by the moment, she even pulled the front of her skirt down far enough to show the words 'fuck this' on her mound, although not down far enough to show the arrow pointing downward.

"In my defense, I thought I was doing that for the pleasure of my boyfriend," she reminded them. There was a general bout of laughter at that - some of it nervous, and some of it risque.

"Quite understandable," the senior partner commented, recalling many of the kinky things he himself had gotten up to in his long life.

"Will you be pressing charges?" someone asked.

"I don't think so... I just want the whole incident behind me," Tanya replied. They got back to work.

David arrived home on Tuesday, which was as soon as it was possible for him to return. He hadn't seen the live feed, and he'd wondered why he couldn't make contact with Tanya on Saturday evening and night, although he tried calling a couple of times, and had left several texts. The mystery was solved when Keegan sent him a link to highlights that she'd taped. Startled, he finally got Tanya on the phone and spent quite a bit of time commiserating with her about what had happened. They promised each other they'd discuss it more thoroughly in person.

They rushed into one another's embrace and clung tightly, at a loss for words at first. David was furious with Keegan, certainly, and was trying to decide the best course of action to take, ranging from a lawsuit to verbal abuse to physical violence. Tanya managed to calm him down so he could focus on what she had to explain to him. It took a while. He finally got the gist of it, so he summarized. "You mean that while physical restraint heightens your pleasure during sex, somehow adding humiliation to the mix increases it several times over, leading to earth-shattering orgasms?" His tone of voice was clearly one of disbelief, with at least a smidgen of acceptance.

"Yes. Exactly," she agreed.

A little later, having digested this information, David asked, "Well, what should we do about it? I think I love you too much to really act that way toward you - at least not very much."

Tanya blushed fiercely. "I think... I think we should invite Keegan over for dinner."

"What?!" he almost shouted.

She put a hand on his chest to calm him. "I think the three of us can work this out. I still love you, and I'd still have you. Keegan would also be back in your life, which she desires greatly. I think she'd be delighted to humiliate me while you watch... maybe even while you're fucking me. And, if we make this ménage à trois work, you'd have two women to pleasure, my glorious stud. Perhaps all of us will be happy. I think it's worth a try."

After a moment's reflection, he kissed her, his mind spinning with the potentials. Tanya thought the kiss might signal acquiescence, if hesitant. She clung to him as they kissed, making promises with her body and lips. (to be continued?...