Camming Down the Rabbit Hole Ch. 07

Opening my eyes I struggled a little as the residual cum on my face from last night's show hadn't been fully wiped off, I felt the dry and crusty leftovers crinkle on my skin, but couldn't help but smile to myself as I remembered how it had got there. The intensity of that orgasm had been on another level as was the volume of cum, I'd put on a great show and had the tokens to match.

Crashing out without getting undressed, buttplug still in place, my morning wood had entirely broken free from the small thong I was wearing, the basque still holding my torso comfortably and the stockings gripping my legs snugly. I slipped out of bed and saw the new shoes from Biggie on the floor where I had kicked them off. I picked them up and gave them a much closer look than I had when I opened the box during the broadcast.

They were really very elegant, quite sexy but not overly slutty, and without thinking I slipped them onto my feet. Before standing, I assessed how they fitted and they were actually quite comfortable, I could already tell they forced my feet into a position that shaped my calves and legs. Gently rising to my feet, feeling a little unsteady, I had only taken a few steps in them last night before spending most of the show sprawled across the bed.

I felt compelled to try and walk around, to see if I could do so without wobbling. Correcting my posture and adjusting my stride I stepped carefully over to the full length mirror. I was greeted by quite a sight, my makeup smudged and my lipstick smeared on my face, my hair dishevelled and messed up. My body however was something else, the outfit really did squeeze and enhance my shape, it was hard not to stare at the hard cock that seemed so out of place on such a feminine looking body. I struck a few poses, the heels already causing a little discomfort in my feet, but I marvelled at how they shaped my legs and ass.

I turned around and looked over my shoulder, and from this angle it was hard to believe I was seeing my own reflection. All those hours of specific exercises, yoga and running had totally paid off, and while I felt pride in what I'd achieved, there was definitely more that could be done. The desire to go to the toilet broke me from my daydream, but there was a small problem, or rather quite a large, hard and throbbing problem.

From the moment I had woken up I'd been erect, and gawping at myself in the mirror had done nothing to remedy that. Unless I wanted to pee on the ceiling I was going to have to do something to sort myself out and it was all too easy to simply wrap my hand around my cock and stroke looking at the image of my reflection.

There was a strange duality to what I was staring at and what I felt, the person looking back at me almost unrecognisable as myself, yet at the same time I felt incredible smugness that it was me, that I looked like this. Sure I wasn't stunning, but finding yourself attractive was an odd realisation. I carried on stroking, but wanted to return to the rear view and the plug which was beginning to require some attention.

From this angle it was harder to see the reflection as myself, and it became abstracted as a vision of a slim girl with a very sexy outfit on and a bejewelled buttplug embedded in her ass. My varnished nails caressing my cheeks before diverting their attention to the plug, I hissed as they made contact, even the smallest movement drove sparks from that pleasure button inside me. My non visible hand now slick with precum as I glided it over my full length.

Being able to command the girl in the mirror gave me constant erotic feedback, not only could I see what she was doing, but feel it too and the rush of endorphins each time I slipped the plug in and out pushed the inevitable orgasm closer. I was unable to contain my moans of pleasure, there were no cameras or viewers to play up to this was all about my own desire and it was sublime.

I now centred all my efforts on getting off, my hand pumped frantically and with the plug pushed in as far as it would go I began grinding the jewelled end of it in a circular motion, round and round, each time nudging my prostate and edging me closer to my goal. I bent over to push out my ass to the mirror, I was rewarded with a beautiful sight that only served to turn me on even more.

I could feel the pressure building, my balls rising and my ass tighten around the plug, unable to look behind me as my climax rose up from inside me, I moaned as each pulse erupted from my cock, I could feel my ass clamping on the plug trying to pull it deeper inside me, I parted my legs in an attempt to make sure nothing landed on my outfit as my dick continued to spasm. I had lost count of the times cum had shot from me, but it was still bubbling out, although now with less force, each jolt of pleasure brought another bead of cum to my dripping tip. My hand was covered and as I focussed my eyes on the floor I could see several puddles, the furthest being quite a distance from me.

I turned to the mirror lifting my hand up to see how much I had cum, I was still amazed there was so much, those supplements must have really been kicking in as I could also smell it and there was an overriding fruity sweetness to it. Curiosity getting the better of me, I brought it to my mouth and tentatively licked a little off, it was even sweeter than last nights, and dare I say it, almost pleasant. If they paid out like they did in my show, I wouldn't have a problem taking another load, I thought to myself.

Looking at my reflection brought a satisfied smile, I still looked a mess, but there was that distinct post orgasm afterglow emanating from me, although my cock was still quite hard and still far from able to pee at the right angle. I resolved to clean my hands and carefully get undressed. A cold shower would have to do the trick and as I stepped in and winced at the temperature, it had the desired effect.

As the chilly water ran over my body my nipples responded in kind. Standing firm and pointing out their sensitivity only enhanced, I found it impossible not to toy with them before realising that my now limp cock was beginning to stir again. I wasn't sure what was happening to my libido, but at this pace I'd have to do more shows a day just to keep on top of it which was no bad thing I suppose.

I removed the plug and finished up washing myself, I'd had enough fun for one morning so I didn't need that thing stirring up any more trouble, I applied a little of the milder hair removal cream on my face to make that perfectly smooth, even though I never grew much facial hair and the odd spot here and there on my body to keep it in check. Stepping out of the shower, drying myself off and finally being able to go to the toilet I felt energised.

Today was going to be another productive day, dressing in my fitness outfit I followed another of the exercise DVD sessions followed by some stretching yoga. I would leave the running for tomorrow as I felt the need to practice walking in those shoes some more, I really wanted to impress Biggie with how well I'd taken to them, I had learnt that the more confidence I had on screen the more tokens I received, so the morning spent striding backwards and forwards would only help things.

After about 20 minutes I had really got the hang of them, I followed a few more YouTube tutorials on feet position and how to exaggerate the hip swing, all of which helped to make me feel more at ease and to look more natural. Despite their original comfort after a while they became a little painful so I took a rest, browsing on my phone I had the idea that I should buy some more modest heels which would be more comfortable, something that I could wear down to the shops so that when I put these on it wouldn't be such a leap.

I then realised that since most of the shops were now open as usual, I could go today, I did need to pick up some more makeup anyway as all the practice had used up a lot of what I had. I checked my bank balance and realised that I was actually much better off that I though, the combination of furlough pay and revenue from the broadcasts meant I not only was there plenty in my main account but I could put more into my savings. I realised that even if I did lose my job, I could probably cover the rent and bills with money from the shows, however that would leave me nothing for food or emergencies.

Taking stock of my finances I decided it was time for a little TLC for myself, new shoes for sure, I could go to a dedicated makeup shop instead of the one in the big supermarket, maybe a bite to eat and something to drink while I was at it. It was quite liberating to not feel the pressure of having to be paranoid about money, although I couldn't relax entirely my inevitable redundancy would still leave me living on the bare minimum.

With a better selection of regular clothes to choose from I was able to put together another simple outfit, all be it with one of the more lacy undergarments than the last time I went out as I adored the way the fabric felt on my smooth skin, and my favourite little toy was absent from my behind this time though, I didn't want to get into any trouble, a final spray of perfume and I was ready. I felt at ease stepping onto the street, and even without the heels I made an effort to maintain the posture and swing for each step.

The high street with all the shops on was much busier this time round, plenty of people going about their business, some of the shops had queues outside with a line waiting patiently. I spotted the makeup shop and made my way over to it, inside I was met with row after row of different products and was somewhat overwhelmed, when I'd last bought some there wasn't so much to choose from and I just picked a random selection following the cues of another shopper. However here I was all on my own, with way too much to look at and I didn't know where to start.

I aimlessly walked down a few isles before one of the assistants introduced herself as Nikki and asked if I needed any help. I cleared my throat and explained that I was running low on everything, but felt like I needed a new set as my complexion had changed quite a bit over lockdown. I could tell from the tone in her voice that she was excited to help, no doubt the thought of me leaving with a giant bag full of products and the sales commission attached boosting her mood.

Nikki ushered me over to a booth with a well-lit large mirror and an array of foundations, explaining we needed to get the correct base before moving on. The foundation I had on wasn't far off and we settled on something only slightly lighter, the conversation was easy as we talked about what we'd been doing over lockdown, although I made sure to omit the part about me starting it being very outwardly male and then becoming a cam girl and kept it to the office admin clerk who was about to be made redundant.

After the foundation we worked through various different looks each time putting a selection of products to one side. I knew a lot already from the tutorials I had watched but this was much more personal and as Nikki explained each step I was able to then apply that and the results spoke for themselves. We had just finished doing a 'going out' look and I was already very impressed, it was much more seamless than when I did it, the contouring applied in the right places did all the right things in knocking back the more masculine parts of my face and enhancing the feminine attributes.

After wiping it off she then applied a more natural look, something I could keep on for the rest of the day, it was very simple but covered all the right areas, I looked very much like your average girl next door. Next we moved onto nails and she pulled out a range of shades she though would suit me, and I took nearly all of them. As we walked over to the checkout I realised I also needed more of the lip plumping balm and she pointed to an isle in the corner, they had a much greater range here than I had seen before and not really knowing which would be best I took a few. As long as I had enough to last me a couple of weeks that would cover it.

Ringing all the items through I had racked up quite a total, but I knew if I could apply them as well as Nikki had, my viewers would like it as much as I did and they would pay for themselves in no time. With bags filled we exchanged pleasantries, it was so nice to have a conversation with someone in person, and I felt at ease the whole time, I thanked her for all her help and said my goodbyes promising to return when I needed more things and left. I was reluctant to put my mask back on as I really wanted to preserve the look, but I knew I would have to before I went into the next place. I made a point of checking myself out with each reflection in the shop fronts, and there was a positive bounce to my step as I closed in on the shoe shop.

With a grimace I placed the mask back on, and set about finding something to suit my needs. It didn't take long before the staff approached me to ask if I needed help. With the confidence of the makeup trip under my belt I had no issues explaining what I was after and I was shown to the area with a whole host of heels, from barely flat to 6" high platforms. Measured up for size and with the help of the assistant we started pulling shoes from the shelves. I must have tried on fifteen or more pairs, and settled on 4. The first was only a small 2" heel, somewhat practical boots but looked perfect with the jeans I had on, and were a breeze to walk in, I already knew I could wear these all day and not have a problem. The second pair were some new running trainers, I hadn't intended to buy any, but they were much more in keeping with my appearance than the old pair I had been using and a discounted price made them too good to pass up.

The third and fourth pairs were considerably less practical, a white pair of closed toe stilettos which were almost impossible to walk in but I knew would be an instant hit with my viewers and I had two or three outfits that they would look amazing with. The final pair were borderline ridiculous, metallic glittery gold, incredibly strappy, open toe, high heeled with a bit of a platform. I had no intention of walking anywhere in them but these would look outrageous on cam, the way the light bounced off them I couldn't resist.

With the new boots on my feet I completed my purchases and left the shop feeling suddenly very hungry, still a little conscious of my steps I made an effort each time to find my stride and it gradually became more natural. Towards the end of the high street there was a smart looking café and by the time I got there I was thinking less about my foot steps and more about what I wanted to eat, these boots really were comfortable and it had taken hardly any time for me to walk in them with ease. The glimpses I managed to get of my reflection in the shop fronts confirmed what I felt and these boots really did complete the look.

Once in the café I ordered a drink and a sandwich which they offered to bring to my table and I took up a place in the corner with space for all my bags. I no longer felt self-conscious about people thinking I was a guy, I think that even if someone who knew me came in they wouldn't recognise me. My hair and makeup were on point, I'd lost a fair amount of weight and these shape flattering clothes meant my body appeared no longer as it had been just a few months ago.

Smiling under my mask at all that I had achieved, sure I didn't intend to turn out like this, but I had to admit that it wasn't a bad lifestyle. I was fitter than I had ever been before, I had a great work life balance and being paid to have orgasms for a living, what's not to like! It made me all the more determined to keep pushing until I could make enough from just camming to keep doing this. The possible redundancy still hanging over my head but it wasn't the dark cloud it had been when I first found out.

I was snapped from my daydream as my food and drink arrived, relieved to now be able to remove my mask and finally sate my hunger. As I ate I looked around the café, people watching as they came and went with their orders, having spent so long on my own I took note of each person. After a while a girl came in who for some reason looked familiar, but I couldn't place her. She ordered a coffee to go and I couldn't take my eyes off her, where did I know her from? Maybe she was from my office in a different department? I couldn't recall. She was very plainly dressed, loose fitting jeans and a hoodie with her hair bunched up under a beanie. But I knew that face I was sure of it, she was very pretty even without makeup.

Realising I was staring I looked away but carried on racking my brain to place her. She collected her drink and turned to leave dropping a napkin as she did. She stopped and bent over to pick it up and the baggy jeans tightened over her ass. It was a peach and I blushed slightly at the thought, as she righted herself and walked to leave I noticed a few stray hairs from below her hat, they were bright pink and then it hit me. It was the girl from the cam show, the one I had watched so many times.

I must have flushed red as the waiter asked if I was ok. I stammered a reply saying I was a bit hot but fine. I took a mouthful of coffee and gathered myself, I couldn't believe that was her and it must mean she lives locally. Visions of the last time I watched her show flooded my mind and despite the orgasm I'd had that morning I could feel myself stiffen. Realising this wasn't ideal, I took out my phone to find a distraction, reading the news seemed to do the trick and after finishing my lunch I picked up my things to head home.

On my way back I passed a shop with a big closing down sale poster in the window, from the things in the display it looked like a lady's clothing shop, I wouldn't say formal wear, but a few glittery dresses and things like that and I could see that all the prices were heavily discounted. I threw caution to the wind and stepped inside. The racks were well laid out and I was immediately drawn to a gold shimmering dress, it would match my new shoes perfectly. I knew my sizes from the last time I shopped for clothes and as luck would have it the one there was perfect. I took it and continued looking around the shop, before long I had an arm full of items including several underwear garments.

All the items were reduced by 70% or more, and it would just seem a waste of an opportunity to not take advantage. In the lingerie section I found babydolls, silk nighties and so many other things that I probably wouldn't even wear for the shows, but felt nice and would no doubt feel good too, if it was in my size I took one. Handing my selections over to the cashier she commented on the other shopping bags and I responded that I'd spent so long not going out I was making up for lost time. Weighed down with even more shopping than I had planned to buy, I set off for my flat.

Back home I dumped my bags and made a beeline to the computer, in minutes I had the girl from the cafes profile up on screen, it was definitely her. I couldn't believe the person I had somewhat idolised lived in my neighbourhood, that was crazy. Not that I would ever do anything, she would never be interested in a guy like me, before pausing for a second and taking note of how I was dressed and mentally struggling to think what I was. Either way, I doubt she would even look at me. But it would be a good reason to be more of a regular at the café just on the off chance.

I now had the afternoon to try on all the things I had bought, outfit after outfit and they all looked great. The golden dress matched so well with the strappy shoes, I knew instantly my viewers would love it and I could perform another striptease which would be sure to drive them wild.