Camming Down the Rabbit Hole Ch. 08

As I gently played with myself I wondered about Marc, was he back home or in the gym shower doing the same as me? Had I flirted and teased him so much he couldn’t help himself? I always loved it when my viewers would tell me I made them cum, the power of knowing you can have such a great effect on someone else was addictive. Was he at home right now, in the shower furiously stroking his dick? my body shivered, and I had to stop myself, I was right on the brink and I wanted to do another show tonight. It did however give me the perfect idea for my next recording.

A steamy hot shower scene, I didn’t often do broadcasts or videos without clothes on so it would be something different, and I did love the feeling of the water running over my smooth body. My stubborn erection was subsiding slightly, and I stepped out and dried myself off. deciding that my afternoon would be once again spent down the shops buying some more cameras, tripods and microphones to shoot the extra content with.

Wrapping a towel around me I returned to the bed and started to open the packages. Starting with the small ones they contained quite a few different panties, some of the packages had notes of thanks and requests and others without anything. A pair of very sheer tights and a request for a foot specific video or photos. Then a smallish box, which as I opened it contained something I had not seen in person before, it was a small metal object, a chastity cage. I pulled it from the packaging and played around with the hinge and clasp. It looked quite small, but then in my soft state it probably wouldn’t be too difficult to fit.

I placed it to one side and opened the largest parcel. In it there was a stereotypical French maid’s outfit, complete with stockings, very short frilly black and white dress, impossibly small g-string, silk gloves and a little white headpiece. Removing it from the packaging I could instantly tell that it wasn’t a cheap fancy dress item. The fabrics were incredibly smooth, the stitching and details spoke for themselves and luxurious feeling gloves were silky soft.