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Pathetic and Pleasured

Content Warning: This story contains explicit sexual content intended for mature audiences only. It includes degrading language and humiliation, power dynamics with the customer in control, masturbation and use of a vibrator, BDSM elements (dom/sub dynamics), forced edging and denial, rough play (grinding on the floor), light praise kink, and a cam girl scenario (adult work context). Reader discretion is advised; please proceed only if comfortable with these themes.

You’ve been performing cam shows for months, mastering the art of control. You know how to captivate your audience, how to make them pay for more time, for every little move you make. Most of your regulars are easy to manipulate—eager to watch whatever performance you decide to put on. But there’s one viewer, Ethan, who’s different. He never begs for more. He’s quiet in the chat, calm, patient—almost like he’s waiting for something specific, something beyond the usual games.

Tonight, he’s booked a private session, and the moment you see his username pop up, your stomach tightens. He’s your best-paying client, but this isn’t the first time he’s paid for extra time. You’re used to the routine by now: a slow striptease, maybe playing with a toy, guiding your fingers along your skin while he watches. But something about him always makes you feel...different.

Your usual confident smile falters when you see his first message flash across the screen.

"Stop pretending."

You blink, confused. Usually, the viewers are demanding, asking you to start undressing, or telling you what toy they want to see you use. But not him. His words hit you harder than you expect. You feel a twinge of uncertainty, like he’s seeing through the perfectly crafted persona you show everyone else.

"I paid for you to stop acting like you’re in control," he types, making your pulse race. "You’ll do exactly what I say tonight."

You’ve dealt with demanding clients before, but something about the way he commands makes you hesitate. Slowly, you lean back, letting your body relax as you realize you don’t have to play this time. He’s not interested in the performance—you are, for once, just an object for him to command.

"Take off your top, slowly." The message appears on your screen, and you obey, fingers trembling just a little as you pull the fabric over your head, letting the camera capture every movement. You glance at the chat, waiting.

"Good girl." The praise makes you shiver, but then the next message wipes away any sense of accomplishment. "Touch yourself like you do for all those other losers. Show me the act."

You hesitate, your fingers moving to your chest as you perform the usual routine: a soft caress, biting your lip like it feels better than it does. You can’t help but feel silly, but you do as you're told, letting him watch. The next message is brutal.

"Pathetic." The word hits hard, and your body reacts before your mind catches up. Heat spreads through you, unexpected, as you stare at the screen, waiting. "You don’t even know how to touch yourself, do you?" Ethan's words continue, and despite yourself, you’re drawn in.

"Pick up the vibrator." His command is firm, leaving no room for hesitation. You grab the toy beside you, knowing where this is going, but the normal thrill of being in control isn’t there anymore. This is different. You’re just following orders now.

The buzzing fills the room as you turn the vibrator on, hovering it over your skin, waiting for his next instruction.

"Lower." The word flashes across the screen, and you do as you’re told, pressing the toy between your legs, gasping at the sudden intensity. "Don’t stop until I tell you."

Your breath hitches as the vibrations pulse against your body. Your hand trembles, but you keep going, feeling the wetness pooling between your thighs, knowing he’s watching every second. The heat builds quickly, and your body starts reacting involuntarily, hips shifting as you try to chase the release. But then another message flashes on the screen.

"Don’t you dare cum."

It takes everything in you to pull the vibrator back, the frustration overwhelming as your body aches for more. You whimper, eyes flicking to the camera, silently begging for permission, but you don’t get it. Not yet.

"Such a desperate slut," Ethan types, his words making your cheeks flush with a mix of shame and excitement. "You’d do anything for a customer, wouldn’t you? You’d cum for anyone as long as they paid you."

You bite your lip, fingers gripping the sheets as you resist the urge to come, despite how badly you want to. It’s degrading, humiliating, but your body reacts anyway, craving his next command, aching for the release only he can allow.

"Now beg."

You hesitate for a moment, breath shallow, before the words tumble out. "Please... Ethan, I-I need to cum." The sound of your own voice makes you cringe a little. Normally, you control the pace of your shows. You’re the one making them beg, not the other way around. But with him, it’s different. The power is entirely his.

The chat stays silent for what feels like forever, the buzzing toy still held loosely in your hand, teasing your sensitive skin as you wait. Finally, a message blinks on the screen.

"Not good enough."

Your heart pounds. You grip the toy tighter, frustrated. "Please," you whisper, louder this time. "Please let me cum, I’ll do whatever you want." The words come easier now, the need in your voice undeniable.

"That’s what I like to hear."

You shift on the bed, waiting for the permission you’ve been craving, but it doesn’t come. Instead, the next message throws you completely off balance.

"Get on the floor. I want to see you grind against it like the desperate whore you are."

Your pulse quickens, the degradation slicing through you. But before you can second-guess it, you slide off the bed, letting your knees hit the cold floor. You move onto all fours, positioning yourself in front of the camera so he can see everything, your heart racing as you wait for his next command.

The chat flickers again.

"Lower."

You bite your lip and slowly lower your hips until you’re hovering just above the floor, your body tense with anticipation.

"Now grind."

A shiver runs down your spine as you obey, pressing yourself against the floor and rocking your hips, the sensation overwhelming as the rough surface drags against your skin. You gasp, the friction strange but somehow deliciously painful, feeding into the humiliation. Your body reacts immediately, throbbing with need as you move.

"Look at you," Ethan types. "Rubbing yourself on the floor like a bitch in heat. You really are pathetic, aren’t you?"

The sting of his words ignites something deep inside you, the humiliation and the desire mixing together in a way that makes you burn hotter. You grind harder, panting softly as you chase that feeling, your body betraying how much you’re enjoying this even as your mind screams how degrading it is.

But you don’t care. Not anymore. Not with Ethan watching.

"Faster." The next command is ruthless, and you pick up the pace, your hips moving more desperately, the friction building to an unbearable intensity. Your breath comes in ragged gasps, your body on fire, but still, he doesn’t let up.

"Touch yourself while you do it. Show me how badly you need it."

You reach between your legs, fingers sliding through the slickness, the added sensation sending a jolt of pleasure through you. Your fingers move in time with your grinding, the mix of pain and pleasure building to a point where you can barely take it. You’re so close, so desperate for the release he’s been denying you.

"Stop."

The single word freezes you in place, your entire body trembling on the edge. You let out a frustrated whine, your hand pausing as you press your forehead against the floor, breathing heavily. You’re so close it hurts, your body begging for permission to finish, but you know better than to disobey him now.

"Look at yourself," Ethan types, his words sharp. "Look at how pathetic you are, rutting against the floor for me. You’ll cumwhen I say, and not a second before."

You lift your head, glancing up at the camera, your face flushed, hair clinging to your damp skin. His next message flashes across the screen.

"Get back on the bed and grab the vibrator."

You scramble to obey, pulling yourself off the floor and crawling back onto the bed, fingers shaking as you grab the toy again. The buzzing fills the air as you switch it on, placing it back between your legs, your body immediately responding with a shudder of pleasure.

"Now finish for me. But I want you loud. Let me hear how badly you needed it."

The command is all you need. You press the vibrator against your aching core, letting out a loud, broken moan as your body finally gives in. The sensation is overwhelming, every nerve ending lighting up as the pleasure crashes over you in waves. You ride the high, your moans filling the room as you shake, the release more intense than you could have imagined after being denied for so long.

When youu finallyy cum down, your body trembling and spent, Ethan’s final message appears on the screen.

"Good girl."

You lay there, breathing hard, your mind hazy from the intensity of it all. And as you stare at the screen, you realize one thing: you can’t wait for the next show.

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