Alice The Streamer's Damsel III

"Hmmm!" I moaned in mock distress, pretending to be bashful as hundreds of anonymous people on the Internet all stared at my tits and exposed cock, which was dripping from between my legs and just under my skirt hem.

'Aw, what's the matter? embarrassed we can see your little clitty?' one Audience member typed.

'Yeah, that's what you get for always mouthing off to Dylan, bitch!' another mocked

'I think she's enjoying herself a bit too much there!'

"Mmmphmm!" I moaned, struggling atop the table and rubbing my thighs together. I twisted about, positioning myself so the audience could see the side of my ass then bended over, pretending to try and pull my skirt down to try and get some semblance of dignity.

'Not that I have much dignity left' I thought 'considering the fact I'm essentially Dylan's sex prop for the stream'

"Alice." Dylan teasingly warned as he glanced over his shoulder at me "if you keep moaning like that then I'm going to have to punish you."

"Hmmm!" I moaned in mock protest, drool trickling down my ball-gag and onto my small chest as I continued struggling, unaware that I was teetering on the edge of the table.

I let out a surprised yelp as I accidentally slipped off the table and landed on my perky round ass on the floor.

"You okay?!" Dylan asked, swiveling in his chair to look at me as I winced, massaging my buttocks with one hand.

"Hmm mmm." I pouted, giving my ass a small squeeze to tease him just as we hit both the $200 and the $250 dollar mark.

A mean, sleazy grin spread across Dylan's face as he noticed this. He got up from his seat to pick me up, but not to put me back on the table.

No, instead Dylan bent me over the table and gave my ass a hard, firm squeeze that made me moan loudly in delight and cum a little.

"Stay right there." he told me then approached his wardrobe to get the butt-plug. I moaned and whimpered in frustration and arousal as I waited for him to come back, looking over my shoulder to watch him and occasionally glancing at the comments.

'She's in the prime position for a fucking.' one Comment declared.

'Aw, look, they want this sooo bad!' pointed out another

'Damn, that round ass needs a good pounding!' leered a third.

Dylan came back, a silver plug in one hand that I knew was remote controlled because he'd used it on me before after a particularly stressful day in class, leaving me bound and gagged on my bed with it relentlessly pounding away inside of me while he went to shower.

I blushed, biting down on my gag as I saw the size of it and clenching my hole in anticipation.

Dylan spread my cheeks open with one hand and looked at me.

"You ready?" he asked and I nodded.

I gave a muffled yelp as he pushed the device into me and much to my surprise, secured it in place by tying a crotch-rope over my ass, securing it to my wrists in an arrangement that meant if I were to yank my wrists up, I would pull on the rope, causing it to press against the entrance of my ass.

I moaned and whimpered, squirming as I felt the plug settle inside of me before buzzing to life and making me loudly moan in pleasure.

I was knocked out of my sex induced euphoria by the feeling of Dylan's palm slamming into my ass cheek and I yelped in surprise, looking at him in confusion before remembering what was going on.

He smacked me again, making my cock twitch and my ass jiggle as I yelled loudly through my gag, moaning like a slut as he punished me.

Which I sort of was.

Each smack on my ass left me with stinging white hot pain and sent waves of pleasure through my body while I was also being tormented by the periodic vibrations of the butt-plug in me.

He smacked me again and I accidentally lifted my wrists up against my back, yanking on my crotch rope and pushing the plug in deeper as I squealed in pain.

"That should teach you not to dress in those stupid little skirts and those thigh highs, you slut!" Dylan teased as he flipped my skirt up, a pointless thing to do considering how high up the garment was already, and continued spanking me, each smack harder than the last.

By the end of it, I was a red, panting bitch bent over his table, my cock twitching and spasming in delight as it took all my effort not to cum there and then and the plug making it difficult to think clearly for more than a few seconds.

"Hmmm, mmmm." I whimpered, lying there and completely submerged into sub space.

I didn't resist or moan in response to Dylan picking me up from my position bent over the table and carried me to his chair, sitting me down on his lap and giving the audience a close-up look at my chest.

"Learned your lesson?" Dylan teased me and I had just enough of my wits about me to nod and whimper softly "Good bitch."

I rolled my eyes, too horny to give any sort of retorted as I sat on his lap while he continued playing his stupid game while I continued to be tortured by the plug in my ass and crotch-rope.