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Ella's head bobbed over his lap as he typed away, a steady patter.
"Your new video is doing really well," Stephen said, pleased. "Eleven thousand views already."
She pushed her face down over his groin, making sure his cock slipped down her throat and making her gag a little before she withdrew. Breathed in the clean scent of soap and salty tang. Focused on the texture of his penis in her mouth, depressing her tongue, so sore from tending to his rod for so long. Anything to try and distract herself from his casual commentary, reminding her of the reality that thousands of strangers had seen her...seen her do all the things she had done. Even if he kept her face anonymous in all the videos, people had heard her scream in pain and orgasm, heard her crying and sluttish begging to be used. To be fucked.
"Yeah," Stephen sounded breathless. "Your popularity is really surging, Ella. I knew this video would be a big hit with the niche audiences, but I really think it's going to go mainstream." He laughed a little. "The world's kinkier than we knew, I guess."
He'd shown her all the videos he'd uploaded under the handle he'd created for her. FuckDollElla. Ten in all, so far. He'd cleverly concealed her face in all of them - usually hooding her, sometimes just filming her from neck down, one time having her wear a mask painted to look like a porcelain doll. When she spoke to the man at the grocery store checkout or the barista at her coffee stop, she wondered if they knew her voice in other contexts, like when she pleaded for Stephen to let her come or when she counted out punishment strokes. At the beach, wearing only a bikini, she wondered if someone there would recognize her body. Stephen liked to share the data analytics with her, especially the ones about how many viewers were from their immediate geographic region.
"You should see all the requests that have come pouring in," Stephen remarked, his voice amused now. "Some very...inventive fantasies, I have to say. They're very taken with you, Ella."
She focused on feeling grateful he didn't have her kneeling on the bristly punishment mat. Or tied her wrists to the legs of his desk, keeping her arms spread. This time, he only tied the ring piercing her clit hood off to one desk leg. Ever since he had the piercing done, he'd been leaving off other bondage, preferring to use only a leash to that little gold ring. Of course she would never dream of removing it herself, and the thin leash ensured she worked hard to keep herself still, to hold whatever position he demanded of her, imposing a strict bondage over her own limbs.
"You know what this means, don't you," Stephen said rhetorically.
She felt his hand stroke the top of her head. The other hand was still on the mouse, clicking and scrolling away.
"You're going to be a fuck puppy again," Stephen said. "A lot of people want to see me train you. This one gentleman shared a link to a really terrific website that has all that I would need to kit you out."
Ella tasted the dribble of pre-cum and redoubled her efforts.
"Yeah," Stephen mused. He sat back in his chair, finally taking a break from the computer. His hands gripped her head, moving her at the pace he desired. "I really think it's time to take some of the requests from your biggest fans. Several of them said they would pay to just watch you sleep in a cage, Ella. I really think they'd love to watch a 24-hour livestream of you living life as a permanent fuck puppy."
Her jaw ached, but now all she had to do was keep her mouth open as Stephen plunged her head up and down, fucking her face. Hitting the back of her throat with every stroke. She barely noticed when he took one hand off her head, but she definitely felt it when his free hand now plucked at the leash connected to the gold hoop, making the captive bead ring tug so close to that sensitive bundle of nerves.
The video Stephen was so delighted with was just her crawling around naked on her hands and knees, chasing after a tennis ball and barking. At the end, Stephen made her urinate in the grass outside in the backyard while she turned her hooded face from the camera in shame. Ella hated it.
"This woman said she has a puppy too that she'd love for you to play with," Stephen said hoarsely. "Oh, and she's willing to let me use him as a stud for you, Ella, in case I want to whelp you. Fuck," he hissed as he came, depositing a prodigious amount of come in her mouth. "Fuck, that's hot, Ella. Breeding you."
She choked a little, swallowing all the come. Some of it still leaked out, wetting her chin. When she caught her breath, she put her tired tongue to work and began to clean his softening rod.
"I can't wait for this stuff to be delivered," Stephen said suddenly. "Come on, Ella, we're going to the pet store."
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Ella's head bobbed over his lap as he typed away, a steady patter.
"Your new video is doing really well," Stephen said, pleased. "Eleven thousand views already."
She pushed her face down over his groin, making sure his cock slipped down her throat and making her gag a little before she withdrew. Breathed in the clean scent of soap and salty tang. Focused on the texture of his penis in her mouth, depressing her tongue, so sore from tending to his rod for so long. Anything to try and distract herself from his casual commentary, reminding her of the reality that thousands of strangers had seen her...seen her do all the things she had done. Even if he kept her face anonymous in all the videos, people had heard her scream in pain and orgasm, heard her crying and sluttish begging to be used. To be fucked.
"Yeah," Stephen sounded breathless. "Your popularity is really surging, Ella. I knew this video would be a big hit with the niche audiences, but I really think it's going to go mainstream." He laughed a little. "The world's kinkier than we knew, I guess."
He'd shown her all the videos he'd uploaded under the handle he'd created for her. FuckDollElla. Ten in all, so far. He'd cleverly concealed her face in all of them - usually hooding her, sometimes just filming her from neck down, one time having her wear a mask painted to look like a porcelain doll. When she spoke to the man at the grocery store checkout or the barista at her coffee stop, she wondered if they knew her voice in other contexts, like when she pleaded for Stephen to let her come or when she counted out punishment strokes. At the beach, wearing only a bikini, she wondered if someone there would recognize her body. Stephen liked to share the data analytics with her, especially the ones about how many viewers were from their immediate geographic region.
"You should see all the requests that have come pouring in," Stephen remarked, his voice amused now. "Some very...inventive fantasies, I have to say. They're very taken with you, Ella."
She focused on feeling grateful he didn't have her kneeling on the bristly punishment mat. Or tied her wrists to the legs of his desk, keeping her arms spread. This time, he only tied the ring piercing her clit hood off to one desk leg. Ever since he had the piercing done, he'd been leaving off other bondage, preferring to use only a leash to that little gold ring. Of course she would never dream of removing it herself, and the thin leash ensured she worked hard to keep herself still, to hold whatever position he demanded of her, imposing a strict bondage over her own limbs.
"You know what this means, don't you," Stephen said rhetorically.
She felt his hand stroke the top of her head. The other hand was still on the mouse, clicking and scrolling away.
"You're going to be a fuck puppy again," Stephen said. "A lot of people want to see me train you. This one gentleman shared a link to a really terrific website that has all that I would need to kit you out."
Ella tasted the dribble of pre-cum and redoubled her efforts.
"Yeah," Stephen mused. He sat back in his chair, finally taking a break from the computer. His hands gripped her head, moving her at the pace he desired. "I really think it's time to take some of the requests from your biggest fans. Several of them said they would pay to just watch you sleep in a cage, Ella. I really think they'd love to watch a 24-hour livestream of you living life as a permanent fuck puppy."
Her jaw ached, but now all she had to do was keep her mouth open as Stephen plunged her head up and down, fucking her face. Hitting the back of her throat with every stroke. She barely noticed when he took one hand off her head, but she definitely felt it when his free hand now plucked at the leash connected to the gold hoop, making the captive bead ring tug so close to that sensitive bundle of nerves.
The video Stephen was so delighted with was just her crawling around naked on her hands and knees, chasing after a tennis ball and barking. At the end, Stephen made her urinate in the grass outside in the backyard while she turned her hooded face from the camera in shame. Ella hated it.
"This woman said she has a puppy too that she'd love for you to play with," Stephen said hoarsely. "Oh, and she's willing to let me use him as a stud for you, Ella, in case I want to whelp you. Fuck," he hissed as he came, depositing a prodigious amount of come in her mouth. "Fuck, that's hot, Ella. Breeding you."
She choked a little, swallowing all the come. Some of it still leaked out, wetting her chin. When she caught her breath, she put her tired tongue to work and began to clean his softening rod.
"I can't wait for this stuff to be delivered," Stephen said suddenly. "Come on, Ella, we're going to the pet store."