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Luna's first encounter
🕑 Added 2023-08-19 20:41:58 +0000 UTC“Thanks so much for watching you guys! I’ll catch you all next time!” Luna smiled as she waved to her webcam before shutting down her stream. She stretched her arms in the air, leaning over the back of her chair.
Luna hopped up from her chair and made her way to the kitchen. She opened her fridge, pulling out a tupperware full of curry and another of rice. She liked to make her meals in bulk, eating them over the course of the week.
She bounced excitedly on her toes while she waited for the microwave. She began scrolling through her social media accounts. This had become a ritual for her after every stream. She loved looking at all the posts she was tagged in. From random posts from her fans, to clips from her streams. She got to experience what it was like to be a viewer. It always made her that much more excited to stream the next day.
She sat on her couch as she ate, continuing to scroll. After a bit, she decided to switch accounts. Her innocent feed of anime memes and video game clips was replaced with a steady stream of… much less innocent content.
Luna was an incredibly popular streamer. However, Luna was not her only persona. She loved creating. Whenever she would watch other streamers or videos, it just inspired her to create her own. She used that inspiration to become one of the largest streamers on her platform. However, this didn’t just happen with video games.
Whenever Luna watched porn, she felt the same urge to create. The same boon of enjoyment she got from being watched as she played games, amplified the pleasure of her sex life.
She was too well known to create adult content as herself. In order to avoid getting recognized, Luna crafted an alternate persona. She named herself Kyra. She put in colored contacts to change her eye color, wore a mask to cover most of her face, and even installed a mild voice changer on her computer, allowing her to discreetly alter the pitch and tone of her voice. With this setup, Luna felt she was able to post explicit content without her real life identity becoming linked to it.
Luna felt herself straining against the metal of her cage as she scrolled, grinding softly into the cushion of her couch. She slipped a hand into her shorts, gently rubbing the slick metal.
She jumped as a beep from her phone startled her, quickly pulling her hand out of her pants. She opened her twitter dms.
I loved your stream today. I've always wanted to try a pokemon nuzlocke, but it seems way too hard for me. Luna smiled. She spent a lot of time responding to fan messages. She knew it wasn't a very practical way to spend her time, especially with how large she’d become. But she couldn’t help it. Interacting with fans was one of the main appeals of streaming for her, and she always wanted to try and make time for them.
Thanks! They’re definitely really hard! I can’t even count how many I’ve failed befo… Luna froze, quickly deleting her message. This was her Kyra account. She had almost forgotten she’d switched. But she had never played video games as Kyra before, so why was this fan messaging Kyra this? Her throat tightened as her heart raced. Did this person know she was Kyra? That Luna was Kyra? There was no way.
Luna’s heart quickened as the three typing dots appeared once again. They seemed to wiggle forever; every bounce adding to her anxiety.
It’s okay to respond, I already know. Luna’s stomach tightened. She panically began typing
What do you mea- Before she could hit send, her phone beeped again. The person had sent a photo album. Luna hastily opened it up, scrolling through the images. With every image, she felt her chest tighten. There were screenshots of streaming schedules, showing that Luna and Kyra had never streamed at the same time, even on irregular days. There were screenshots from both of her streams, highlighting shared clothes left in the background, the same water bottles, same bags.
There were even timestamped images from each stream, highlighting shared marks on her body. A scratch she got on her knee, visible on both girls at the same time. Shared tan lines. A subtle mark on Luna’s arm where Kyra had been tightly bound with a rope a few hours before.
“Holy crap…” Luna whispered to herself. This was an incredibly convincing file. She thought she was being so careful, and each connection in and of itself wasn’t too damning. But this person had compiled dozens upon dozens from months of her streams. A death of a thousand cuts. Luna got up, nervously pacing around her living room as she thought about how to respond.
Why’d you collect all that? You want money or something? Luna was a successful streamer. A very successful streamer. She had no problem paying someone. She didn’t want to reward that kind of behavior, but she cared more about being able to keep her two lives separate. A few moments passed before her phone buzzed again.
Of course not! In fact, I’m actually gonna do you a favor. I’ve watched your streams for a long time, and despite you talking about how hot permanent denial is, you never get very far before your, ‘Days since Last Orgasm’ counter resets. Despite talking about how much you love the idea of cock shrinking, months in and you haven’t made any progress. It’s clear you don’t have the discipline or self control to accomplish these things on your own. So I’m going to help you out with that. Lock your cage on, and put both of your chastity keys in an envelope and mail them to P.O. Box 122. We live in the same city. If I don’t have them by tomorrow, I’ll post the file.
Luna scoffed in disbelief. No way was she going to give some random person her keys.
Fuck off, I’ll just go to the police. She ran her hands through her hair, exhaling nervously. She was sure this person was just an obsessed fan. That they would cave once they felt the pressure of consequences. There was a very real chance a fan would cave just from her anger, since most felt a desire to connect with her, not wanting her to hate them. Despite it all, she felt herself throb a little. She had fantasized about being blackmailed before. Being forced into chastity, broken down and trained into someone else's sex toy. But being put into that situation; it was an entirely different animal. Her fight or flight instincts ignited. She felt defiant, like she had to escape. Even though she was leaking into her panties at the thought.
You could, but that wouldn’t really help you. This account has nothing on it that links to me. Even accessing it through a burner phone. The P.O. Box was rented months ago with cash, under a fake name. I’ll use a courier to pick up the keys. Even if they somehow figured out who I was, I have the file set to automatically upload every morning unless I stop it. So if I was arrested, you’d be exposed anyways. Whether you go to the cops or not, it doesn’t change anything. Give up your keys, or the file goes public.
Luna’s foot tapped like a rabbit’s as she stared at her phone. Was there any way out of this? This person clearly wasn’t stupid. And even if she somehow got them arrested, would it even matter? The damage would be done, and that's really what she needed to avoid.
If I send you the keys, are we done? Will you delete everything you have connecting me to Kyra? Will you leave me alone? Luna hung her hands on the back of her neck, leaning her head back as she exhaled, trying to calm herself. She had always fantasized about permanent chastity. About losing or breaking her keys, and being trapped in her cage forever. Maybe she could learn to live with it. Maybe she’d get used to it. Maybe she’d actually love it.
Yes. Once I have your keys, I’ll delete everything I have, and I won’t contact you again. Do we have a deal?
Fine… It was already past 9pm. If she was going to get the keys to them by tomorrow, she would have to hand deliver them. She tossed her keys in an envelope. She licked the seal, and drove down to the post office.
The entire drive her heart was racing. Her emotions were all over the place. Arousal, excitement, dread, fear, worry. Despite the turmoil in her mind, her cage was completely unanimous. Every second she got closer to the mail drop, her throbbing increased. The inside of her shorts were completely soaked, and a warm tingle spread into her core.
She parked alongside the maildrop. Just as she was about to slide the envelope inside, she froze. This was it. There was no turning back after she dropped them in. She ran the night through her head, trying to figure out if she missed something. If there was some other way. She sat in her car for several minutes. Every time she was about to mail it, she’d pull her hand back.
Honk! Luna nearly jumped out of her skin. She quickly looked around, noticing two cars had built up behind her. She panicked, quickly tossing the envelope into the drop. The instant the envelope left her fingers, she felt her stomach and throat tighten. As well as her cage. She moved up out of everyone’s way, before pulling her car over.
She had never felt like this. Her heart raced. Her fingers tingled. But her arousal was something else. She slid her hand into her shorts. Even the outside of her panties were completely soaked. She nearly moaned, before pulling her hand out and gripping her headrest. She let out a long slow breath, calming herself, before pulling out her phone.
They’re mailed.
Very good. Then I guess that’s that. Welcome to your new life… By the way, you might wanna pick up one of these. They sent a link to a shower and blow dryer attachment, designed to allow you to fully clean without unlocking your chastity cage. A device advertised for permanent chastity…
- One week later -
“See you guys tomorrow!” Luna shut her stream down. She immediately stripped off her clothes and jumped on her bed. Before the springs had stopped bouncing, she was already grinding her cage against her sheets.
“Uggh!!” She groaned in frustration, kicking her feet against her mattress before rolling over onto her back. She ran her hands down her front. Her skin had become so sensitive. With her cock completely cut off, the rest of her body tingled with sensation. Her arousal was becoming intolerable. Focusing during her streams was getting increasingly difficult, although her Kyra content was becoming significantly more popular.
Luna rolled to the edge of her bed, grabbing her phone. She opened up twitter, staring at the account she hated only a week prior. They had kept their word. They confirmed they deleted all their acquired evidence. And a week in, they still hadn’t sent a single message or interacted with her in any way. She was free. Well, almost all of her.
She stared at their messages. She knew she shouldn’t message them. Who knew what can of worms she could open by restarting their conversations? But she was losing her mind. She was constantly leaking, constantly throbbing. Thoughts of cumming dominated her mind during every activity. She had to risk it. Maybe after a week, they had started to feel bad and might show a bit of mercy.
Can I please get my keys back? Luna buried her face in her pillow. That was so stupid. What if they started spreading rumors about her and Kyra being the same person, just for trying to back out of their deal? Her phone vibrated, instantly pulling her eyes back to her phone.
Send a picture of yourself completely naked. No colored contact, and no mask. As yourself.
No way! You just want something so you can blackmail me again? Luna threw her phone across the bed in a huff, pulling her blankets over her. She wasn’t gonna put herself back under their thumb, not in a million years. Didn’t matter how horny she got. She buried herself in her bed, trying to ignore the throbbing between her legs as she tried to slip off into sleep.
Two more days passed and they never responded. Her arousal continued to grow. She found herself grinding into anything her hips came in contact with. She struggled to keep herself PG on her streams, her mind constantly drifting to much dirtier thoughts.
“Fuck!” She yelled, grabbing her phone so tightly her case creaked.
C’mon, are you serious? Just give me my keys back! Another day passed, still no response. It was clear there was only one way to get them to respond. Luna groaned in frustration, throwing off her clothes and walking to the bathroom.
She knew she shouldn’t, but she was slowly losing control of her own body. Her cage was constantly leaking. She snapped a picture of herself, not bothering to hide the annoyance in her face. She paced her bathroom as she argued with herself, trying to talk herself out of it as her arousal slowly degraded her resistance. Finally, she sent the picture.
Happy? Now let me have my keys back! She felt a complicated thrill like she hadn’t experienced before. She was free just moments ago, yet she just willingly sent a nude to this stranger. Someone who had shown no reservations for blackmailing her in the past. She felt panic and regret, but the emotion dominating her was arousal. She felt like she wasn’t even making decisions anymore. Her cock was. And somehow that aroused her even more. Luna felt her phone buzz
Very! I’m not giving you your keys back though.
“What!?” Luna yelled at her phone, angrily typing.
What the hell!? You said you would! I thought you kept your word!
I never said I would. I simply asked for a selfie. I didn’t feel the need to respond to your question. I assumed it was pretty obvious you weren’t getting them back. But if you send a few more, I might consider coming over to unlock you personally. Better make them convincing though.
No way am I sending anything else, let alone posing for you! Go screw yourself...
Suit yourself. Her phone fell silent as the messages stopped.
Luna scoffed, shaking her head in disbelief as she threw herself across her couch. Make them convincing? Did they seriously think she’d model for them? Try and make her nudes sexy enough to convince them to unlock her? No way, no way! Luna grabbed a pillow off the couch, hugging it tightly. She turned on the TV, angrily flipping channels, taking out her anger on the remote with every press.
She tried to focus entirely on the TV, convincing herself that she’d never message them again. She’d learn to live with it. There was no way she would humiliate herself like that. She tried to convince herself that she wouldn’t even want them to come over. She had no idea who this person was, she didn’t even know their gender. For all she knew, they could be a 55-year-old fat guy who hadn’t taken a shower in two months.
By the end of the night she had almost convinced herself. She almost believed that she could overcome her arousal. Learn to accept the cage, to adapt and curb her desires. But deep down she knew. She was so horny, so desperate, after only a little over a week locked up. It didn’t matter if she hated them. It didn’t even matter who they were. They had all the time in the world, and she had no way out.
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ReleaseIsAPrivilege
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Numa777
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