Always on Camera

When Puppy opened their eyes, the first thing they saw was the blinking green light up in one corner of their room. It was the first thing they saw every morning, and it sent a shiver of anticipation down their spine and a bloom of warmth in their core. They smiled and gave a little wave to the camera before taking a long languorous stretch. When they sat up, the blanket fell down from their shoulders and exposed their naked chest to the slightly chilly air of the room. Their nipples hardened immediately in response.

"Good morning, Miss," they said, voice still muzzy with sleep. In clear response, the vibrator well-seated in their wet hole buzzed twice. They squeaked and gasped at the sensation and at the knowledge that their mistress was watching the livestream from that camera now. That made it a morning to put on a show. Puppy reached over and flicked on a bedside lamp, then stretched again, this time making sure their bare tits were angled toward the camera. They flipped the rest of the quilt off their body, then rolled onto their stomach for the next stretch. This one blatantly presented their ass and holes for their mistress's viewing pleasure, and the action was reward with another long buzz from the vibrator. Miss must be in a virtual meeting or something, or else Puppy knew she would have said something through the camera's speakers already. That was okay, she was still watching to make sure her boy got started on their day.

Done with a short but fairly lewd stretch sequence on their bed, Puppy finally reached over and grabbed their phone to check the notifications. They swiped through a handful of unimportant messages, a missed spam call, and something about the day's weather, then finally found what they were looking for. An instant message from the contact labeled simply Miss A.

Good morning, princess. I'll be busy for most of the morning, but I'll have your feed up on my second monitor whenever I can. Be a good boy and get through your morning routine before you touch that slutty cunt of mine, and you might get a reward later. I don't know yet what I'll have time for, but keep your toy in and follow our normal rules.

Puppy smiled as they read through the message. Miss was usually very good about keeping them informed, especially on days when she would be busy. As much as they absolutely wanted to stay in bed and indulge the slutty whims of their heart, the promise of even a potential reward was too tempting. They rolled out of bed and headed to the bathroom.

As they left their bedroom, still naked, and took the few steps into the bathroom, they made quick eye contact with the camera in the little foyer, and again with another perched in a corner of the bathroom ceiling. They settled onto the toilet to take their first piss of the morning, no longer even hesitating at being watched. They finished that business then moved on to washing their hands, brushing their teeth, and taking their morning medication in a practiced rhythm. They walked through the living room and into the kitchen, giving little finger waves to two more cameras along the way. The system was motion activated, so the view would be flipping through on their mistress's screen as they moved into the line of sight of each camera.

Before Puppy could start on the next step in the routine (breakfast), the vibrator in their cunt gave two long pulses. Puppy immediately turned to the closest camera and dropped to their knees, tucking their hands behind their back and spreading their legs so Miss would have a clear view of their body. When they were in position, the vibrator started up again, moving through a hard and fast pattern that had them buckling at the waist as they whimpered and whined for their mistress's entertainment. Despite the overload of sensation, they made sure their tits were still pointed at the camera as they wobbled and shook for Miss. The session probably didn't last more than 5 minutes, but it left them gasping when the two long pulses were repeated and they knew they were free to move again. Before standing up, Puppy brought their arms forward and dropped onto their forearms, face nearly touching the floor as they fought to steady their breathing and get some of their mind back. The cool linoleum was a shock to their nipples, but it took a long moment before they even realized they were mumbling the phrase "thank you, Miss" over and over.

When they felt steady enough to stand, Puppy got back to their feet and started putting together a simple breakfast of cereal and peanut butter toast. They had learned to read much of Miss's whims through the combination of texts and vibrations, and this had all the hallmarks of a day where they should not be trusted with the stove. Breakfast ready, they carried the bowl and plate into the living room and settled onto their couch, barely noting the gentle crinkle of a washable waterproof blanket that lived on their favorite spot.

Miss let Puppy get through the whole bowl of cereal, one slice of toast, and most of a glass of grape juice before two short pulses of vibration signaled another command. They hastily set empty and half empty dishes on the coffee table, turned to the camera situated just under their TV, and assumed another familiar position. They pulled both feet up onto the couch, knees spread wide to once again display their holes to their mistress and got both hands on their tits before making eye contact with the camera and giving a decisive nod.

This time the pattern of vibrations was slow and steady, just high enough that in combination with the nipple stimulation it took all their concentration to not have an orgasm without permission. Their hips bucked and rolled, breath coming out in keening whines after only a few seconds. The vibes dropped to nearly zero after about 30 seconds, and stayed there, a constant hum that also shredded their self-control by inches. At unpredictable intervals, the vibe would jump back up to full power and play around in the top 30% for a few moments, then drop back down. When this torment finally stopped about 20 minutes later, Puppy was desperately humping the air trying to get any extra friction, and their nipples were tender from the constant rolling, pinching, and tugging Miss expected of them. They were nearly sobbing with need, struggling to get their breathing under control, and they'd been begging their mistress to stop for at least the last 5 minutes.

"Good job, my sweet boy. That was excellent, and I am so proud of you." Hearing Mistress's voice from the speaker of the camera they had been facing still made them jump a little, and they assumed it always would. Still, her words and tone soothed Puppy more than anything else could have, and they felt the rest of the tension and distress slowly melt from their body. They pulled their knees to their chest and wrapped their arms around them for a moment, assuming a safe protective posture to come back from the brink of... everything. Mistress's soothing tone came from the speaker again. "That's it, princess, that's my good little whore. Breathe for a few more moments, then finish your breakfast and go back to your room. Check your phone for my next instructions." And Puppy did as Miss said, letting their mind melt into the simple tasks she had given them.