Sex Slave Cam Whore

When I was 17, I begin stripping down and taking photos of myself using my webcam, and imagining how pleasurable it would feel to be a little cam slut and send these to guys. I began dressing up in little skirts, fishnets and strappy tops and taking photos (a lot of the time close ups of my ass with a lot of my ass exposed) to post on the net, and eventually I posted some. I cut the crotch out of the fishnets I owned and began attempting to insert all kinds of things that resembled a penis up there when I got excited - anything from bananas to deodorant bottles. I would post web cam photographs of my tits and ass on the net, with titles such as, 'Like my tits and ass? I'll show you much more than that if you excite me. I am a submissive little slut who will do anything for you' - and I would get so wet and horney over it, it was unbelievable. I would send these pictures to any guy who requested it on the net for an hour or two, pictures clearly displaying my tits, pictures of my pussy, pictures of anything and all I wanted in return was to be commanded to do whatever they wished.

I must stop to tell you, at this age I was happily going out with someone; for over a year I was with a guy, but the relationship always missed what I wanted - a man who would basically, well treat me like a slut in the bedroom. I wanted to have a guy who would have all his friends fuck all my holes at once and make me dress like a slut for him, I wanted to be controlled. Then I discovered BDSM and Submissive/Dominance; and I realised: I was a submissive slut like the girls in all the stories.

So one day I decided to go on actual live webcam with a guy who I had sent photos to, I covered my face with a pillow case and dressed in the sluttiest clothes I owned (crotch less fishnets, a tiny skirt which I pulled up so that my ass and pussy were visible for my webcam master and a strappy top which let my boobs fall out all too easily - of course I wore no underwear). A guy began talking to me, over once of those instant messengers, and soon the webcam was switched on. This was it - my ultimate fantasy, a guy on the other side (or maybe more than one) was viewing my body live, my slutilly dressed body, and I was loving it.

The guy on the end said, 'Slut strip for me now, you can leave the fishnets'.

I did this immediately. Starting with my top, then my skirt.

He commented, 'Nice, no underwear, I like that. You are not to wear underwear whenever you talk to me from now on, you are always to dress in a short skirt, and that top'.

'Yes master' I replied.

'Now my little slut, first thing, are any of your holes virgin holes?'

'Yes Master, my anus, and my pussy is very tight'

'Good. Go get two bananas and hurry'

'Yes master I have them'

'Now here's some practice for you, as a little slut such as yourself should not have a virgin asshole. or tight holes for that matter'

Horrified I thought, I am going to have to stick one of these up my ass! I gulped, but I am a submissive slut so I carried on. 'Yes master' I replied.

'Insert one of those bananas slowly into your little pussy, move it in and out until it begins to feel nice and you get wet, then you are to ensure that the banana is lubricated enough with your pussy juices and stick that banana slowly up your ass hole'

I spread my legs real wide, ensuring my pussy was in full view of the camera, and I plunged the banana slowly inside of me, in and out it went. To start with it hurt, but it began feeling nice; I felt the banana getting slick with my juices, felt it fill my tight pussy, and then hesitantly, I withdrew it. Next I turned around, showing the camera my anus, I bent over so my master would get the best view I could offer. I began painfully shoving the banana up into my asshole. It felt horrible, and was very painful, but eventually I got it most of the way in. 'Master I have done as you asked' typed.

'Now stick the other banana on the floor and fuck it, only cum when I tell you to'.

'I lay on the floor, taking the camera with me so that he could see. And began fucking the banana. I was so wet, I slid up and down on it farley easily, the penetration hurt a little but the warmth of it rubbing me made it more than worth it. Whilst fucking that banana on the floor, with the other one still in my anus, I knew this is what I was meant to be, a whore, a slut to be controlled by a man. Eventually I felt myself on the edge of orgasm, and then I begged my master to come, 'Master please let me cum'

He replied, 'What are you called, you little slave whore?'

'I am called your little slut master, please may your little slut cum master'

'Yes that’s right, go on then slut, cum'

When told to come. the feeling of being under his control completely overwhelmed me, I felt my vagina throb and pulse, and then I collapsed due to the powerful orgasm. A few moments after orgasm; I experienced overwhelming shame, thoughts such as what would my boyfriend think? Flooding through my head; just as they always did when I masturbated to sick fantasies. But this was even more serious - and I realised, there’s no going back now, those orgasms were unbelievable. Whilst I was still thinking all this over my ‘internet master’ sent me a message.

I read it slowly, it was a file attachment, it was of me sliding a banana up my anus and my pussy at once from just now - he had recorded the webcam session. ‘Master, have you kept the footage? Please don’t show anyone master’ I typed.

‘I’ll show who ever I like little slut, I’ll post it on porn websites if you miss behave as well. I also have found one of your online profiles, I know who you are now Izzy ;)’

Shocked I just stared at this message, how could I have been so careless?! ‘Master I will do whatever you want’ I pleaded.

There was a pause for five minutes, the longest five minutes of my life. Next he typed, ‘I want you to do some shopping slut, for this shopping trip you will wear what you have shown me on this webcam session; the skirt, the fishnets, the same top and no underwear - as well as some boots. I want you to go to a sex shop IN PERSON not over the internet, and buy the following list of items:

. One medium butt plug (at least five inches tall and one inch wide)

. One large butt plug (at least six inches tall and two inches wide)

. Insert able smart balls

. A medium sized dildo (at least several inches tall and two inches wide)

. A large sized dildo (at least eleven inches long and three inches wide)

. A tube of lubricant

. A chastity belt with holes on the inside to attach a dildo to the anus and the vagina

If you do not buy these things, and give me the name of the sex shop you bought them from them I will go to your home (yes I know were you live from your profile too) and post the pictures of your webcam session around your local area. Understand? You are my slave now and will do as you are told. Oh yes, and you are to ask the shop assistant at the sex shop which dildo he thinks would be best for you.’

Oh my god, I thought; what have I done! Ask the shop assistant that! Buy all of that stuff! It was all too much. ‘Please master, please don’t make me do this’ I begged.

‘You will do this within the next week. I will be checking on the name of the store you go to, to ensure it exists.’

He signed off the internet. I went on search engines on the internet that night to find a list of local sex shops. I found one in the next town to my town and decided to go tomorrow, on Saturday. I told my boyfriend that night that I was to have a dentist appointment tomorrow, and that I would see him that night. I felt so ashamed and hurt that I had to lye to him.

I walked into the sex shop, immediately getting stares from the shop assistants (all guys - this was so degrading) and the customers (all guys also, although thank goodness only two). I was feeling very self conscious feeling my boobs moving freely and clearly visible under the tank top which barely even covered them yet was so tight, I pulled up the straps and pulled down my skirt (which was almost showing my crotch and my ass). I began gathering the objects I had been requested to buy into my hands; the large butt plug, the dildos, etc. As I passed one of the male customers, he slapped my ass and winked at me; all I could do is look down at the floor shamefully. Although this situation was intensely embarrassing, I was oddly getting turned on by it - being stared at by all these men, being thought of as a common slut; hell maybe I was a slut now! To my horror I began actually getting wet, my pussy beginning to leak slightly down my leg and making my thighs a bit moist. I went to the counter with the selections I had been told to make and put them down. The guy at the counter stared at my boobs for a moment, and then I remembered, I have to ask him!

‘Sir, which dildo do you think would be best for me’ I said to him, staring at the floor, going red. He looked up at my face for a moment, the look on his face said this is a cheap slut all over.

‘Well I would have to have a look at the hole you wish to insert it in to tell you’ he replied, and winked at me.

I wanted to please master, I had to get this guys opinion: if my master got angry he would show everyone here the pictures. I walked behind the counter and pulled up my skirt. He stared, and then stick a few fingers up my now dripping wet pussy. ‘Your quite tight slut, want me to help you widen that little pussy of yours?’

‘No thank you’ I mumbled, dripping wet. He wiped his hand on his shirt.

‘I think the large dildo will be perfect for that tight little pussy, will hurt but a slut like you needs some training on cocks’ he said matter of factly, and began operating the till.

The degradation I was feeling at that moment was enormous, he knew I was wet, he thought I was a slut. Hell, I was a slut now! And I was getting even wetter at these thoughts. As soon as he gave me the receipt and I left, I headed for the nearest public toilets; I was so turned on I had to relieve myself. I picked out the medium sized dildo and fucked myself there in the toilet, imagining that it was my master, and at my moment of orgasm thanking him for making me buy the toys, only to be cursing him once I was done and the awful reality of what I was to become was hitting me.

Until this point I had been a respectable young lady as you might say. I had only ever had sex with my boyfriend, never wore skirts, never even flirted with guys; to put it quite simply, I was a mouse and I did not want guys to want to do sexual things with me. Hell my and my boyfriend never did hardly anything together, and sex and probing was always a horrible experience. Now I had got to the point were I was walking into sex shops dressed like a slut, fucking myself with dildos in public toilets and having guys stick their fingers up my vagina when they talked to me as if I was a whore (which is what they believed - and who could blame them?). I had become a sex craving slut; and all because of one guy over the internet.

When I got home the first thing I did was start up my computer and log onto my instant email program. I found him to be online; I swallowed and braced myself for when he would talk to me. I had began to feel reliant upon him for some reason: his opinion mattered to me, I wanted him to be happy with my efforts. After ten minutes of him not messaging me, I messaged him.

‘I went to the sex shop, it was called ‘Your XXX Needs’ master’ I messaged to him.

‘What did I say you are to say when you address me you slut?’ he replied.

Shit I realised, I forgot the conversation last night. ‘Your little slave whore went to the sex shop today master, your little slave whore bought the things you asked for and asked the question master asked the little slut to ask’.

‘Did the man at the store take your request on board?’

‘Yes master, your little slave whore had to show him her pussy like a good slut and let him check the size so that he knew master’

‘Good. Did he request your services?’

I paused, shit, am I being pimped off by this guy in the future? It was making me feel sick thinking about this, about this guys sick plans for me. But I really didn’t feel that I could resist his requests if he told me to, my pussy was already getting wet at the thought of being demanded to fuck another guy, being used by man as a tool, all my holes being fucked. ‘Yes master, your little slut said no thank you’.

‘From now on you will give your services up to any man who requests them; you are a slut and you will act like one. Unless your holes are filled with dildos and butt plugs, then you will give them blow jobs. Understand you good for nothing slut!?’

I felt tears begin to flow down my face, this was getting serious. I felt worthless and degraded, I was going to be pimped off, and what guy wouldn’t want to fuck me dressed like the way I am commanded to? ‘Please master, please don’t make me’

‘You are to say YOUR LITTLE SLUT WHORE when speaking to me, you are not a person - you are my possession now, just my little slut! And you will offer your services, or you will be severely punished.’

‘Your little slut says I understand master’ I replied; what else could I do?

‘Good. Now lets put some of your new buys to use. Firstly I have seen your face already anyway on your profiles I found, so turn on your webcam and get the bag of products you bought.’

I switched on the webcam and pointed it in my direction, I grabbed the bag of sex toys and came back to the computer. ‘Master your little slut has the bag of sex toys’ I typed.

‘As I see’ he replied, ‘Now you are to take out the tube of lube, the medium sized butt plug and the medium sized dildo. I am going to be kind this time and let you use the lube to ease the butt plug into your tight little ass hole. You are to stick that medium sized butt plug up your anus, and that medium sized dildo into your pussy. When they are secure you are to fasten the chastity belt around them.’

I rummaged into the bag and found the lube, the plug and the dildo. The plug looked huge, how was I meant to squeeze that huge thing up my anus? But I knew my master was watching, and would tell everyone were I lived about my obscene cam sessions if I did not comply. I bent over and applied a generous portion of lube to my anus and the butt plug, I made sure the camera was pointing at my ass, and I sat on top of the plug and began easing it in. At first it hurt a lot, this plug was bigger by a lot than the banana; but eventually it was in, and although it was uncomfortable, its was not so painful. Next I went on to insert the dildo which was no problem - you see all of this was making me terribly wet, I just didn’t understand it. I had been so wet and horney the last few days it was unbelievable and when everything was finally inserted in my holes I fastened the chastity belt around it which held it all in and tied it up.

‘Now you little slut’ he said, obviously able to see I had finished this task, ‘you are to no longer masturbate when not commanded, you are to offer your services to anyone who asks though and you may orgasm when fucking them if they choose to fuck your little pussy’.

I was so aroused feeling the dildo and the butt plug nested deep inside of me moving and creating friction when I walked up to the computer and sat down at the seat - although this was painful to do due to the butt plug it was still making me very aroused. No masturbating? This was going to drive me crazy. But I replied anyway, ‘Yes master, your slut understands’.

‘Also I will be arranging to meet you soon. I need to see you in person to further your training. I will be expecting you at my address promptly next Saturday at 5PM the latest. You will be dressed in the same skirt as usual. The same crotch less fishnets, the same top and boots, of course no underwear - I do not want you to wear the chastity belt when you meet me but you must have the large butt plug inserted in your anus. There is one more trip I expect you to make before you visit me, another trip to that sex shop. You are to tell that man he made the right choice in dildo for you and ask him to check your pussy hole and tell him whether you are any wider or not; if he wishes your services you will give them. Also if any other man does, you will give them to him too. All of your holes are open for them as long as they wish. You are to wear that chastity belt until you go to the sex shop and then you may take out the plug and the dildo only for that trip, only to put them in again at any other time. As for your job, you may wear any skirt above the knees to your workplace, and any blouse with the first three buttons undone; no underwear apart from the chastity belt. Here is the list of things I wish for you to buy:

. Two thongs (of as see through a material as you can find)

. Three bras (a size too small for you)

Now I will see you at that time, I will send you my address shortly’.

And with that he signed offline. I was being pimped off: the reality hit me. That perverted guy was going to fuck me wasn’t he? And maybe his colleagues and any customers waiting around as well. I was getting very wet at the thought, my vagina throbbing and I shifted around on my seat desperately trying to get enough friction to orgasm, then remembering that I was not aloud to orgasm anymore without either servicing a man or with my masters permission.

The trip to the sex shop was eventful to say the least. The same guy was serving at the counter to my horror. The same experience happened again, all guys were staring at my tits wobbling, my ass exposed; eying me up like a piece of meat, and I loved it. I was dressed the same, except this time I had given up on covering my ass; it just didn’t work, they all saw anyway, and a few men even slapped it (the store was busier today, with about several men browsing). I made my selections and went to the counter, preparing to ask my dreaded question, the one I had to ask. I quickly got it over with.

‘Sir, I would like to tell you that you advised me to get the right dildo; I wonder if you could check my little pussy hole and tell me whether it is wider or not?’

The guy looked shocked, but pleasantly so. He motioned for me to come behind the counter, and as before I lifted my skirt. None of the guys in the store noticed, it was a high counter. He slipped a finger into my pussy, which was throbbing for release; I had been so turned on the last few days with that god damn chastity belt attached to me. I felt like fucking his finger right now; anything for glorious release. He told me, ‘You are still tight, not as tight though. Want to take me up on that offer of helping you widen it?’.

There you have it, I had no choice, I had to. But to be honest I was almost hoping that he would request this; at least I would now have release. ‘Yes sir’ I replied.

He slapped my ass real hard, groped my breast sparingly and then grabbed my wrist and dragged me out the back towards the stock room. ‘You on the pill’ he asked quickly.

‘Yes sir’ I replied.

‘No underwear, easy access whore aren’t you?’

At that moment, to my horror another shop assistant walked in. He stood there for a second gob smacked. These guys were not repulsive looking but far from desirable, slightly overweight and one of them forty (the guy who had served me last time) with balding hair. This other guy looked about thirty, and was slightly better looking than the other. He mumbled embarrassed, ‘Sorry’ and began heading out, when this guy called him back.

‘Jeff come back, meet my new friend. She wants her holes made wider ‘cause she’s too tight and she can’t get enough cock of late. Want to help out? you don’t mind to you slut’ he said to me, winking. His friend stopped in his tracks and approached us.

‘Do you like all of your holes to be fucked?’ he asked me.

I said, ‘Yes sir’, because what else could I say? I had to service these men.

The balding old guy unzipped his pants, as did Jeff. Both of their penises poking out. Their trousers dropped to the ground, the balding guy who I still didn’t even know the name of left my skirt on, ripped off my skimpy top and grabbed my breasts. He pushed my skirt up so my ass and pussy were fully exposed and lay down on the floor, dragging me on top of him ass facing him. He began probing his penis into my asshole. He wasn’t small but thankfully not so large either - although this was a lot bigger than the butt plug and the banana I could handle it. His colleague got on top of me, he grabbed my breasts and began fucking my soaking wet pussy - he was actually quite large. With both of those men fucking and pounding my poor anus and pussy, I became very aroused, on the verge of orgasm and to my dismay Jeff pumped his load and withdrew. Shortly after the balding guy pumped his load into my anus and withdrew his now shrinking penis too. I felt so unfulfilled, I wanted more cock but I could not bring myself to ask for more. Silently I went to the till, he served me as if nothing had happened and slapped my ass on the way out. Men stared at me as I left, smelling sex, the cum was stinking on me; and knowing that I was a total slut who had just fucked two strangers in a store room.