Page 1 of Sanguineous Fiend
Itrace my fingers down the corset. The rivets and spikes scraping along the skin. The silk lining against my chest feels fabulous and is such a stark contrast to the sharp points on the front.
I check my hair and makeup one last time before stepping into the room. A private room at Behind the Len’s Studio. It’s all mine and set up to perfection for the gothic aesthetic that I prefer. Behind the Len’s has many employees and so each room is rented out in a way so that they take a percentage of what we make and we get to enjoy the private setups that they put together with our vision.
Cam girls, photoshoots, and anything else that they can come up with. It’s some good money working as a cam girl. I’ve made a living doing this and will continue as long as I can.
People like my gothic baddie aesthetic that gives daddy issue vibes. I get to make people drool over me and my bodywhile getting paid. What more could I want? This job is fucking fantastic.
I have mostly guys that sub to my channel, but the occasional woman will find her way to me, and those are the ones I really perform for. Men don’t do it for me, but they pay big money for a gothic chick that likes to be bossy. Got to do what I’ve got to do, I guess.
The cameras are already positioned all over the room, offering different angles of my performance for today. They can choose which one they want to view or switch between them. Once I hit record, I will be live streaming the session and I can’t wait.
I make sure all of my toys, whips, and anything else I may need is positioned just right outside of the camera’s direct view, but still within reach. No need to give away what I have planned before I even get started. When I’m satisfied with everything, I head for the large touchscreen TV in the middle of the room. Mounted just right so I can see it from the bed, the chair, or anywhere else in the room.
I tap a few buttons before bringing up the chat screen on one side, then the camera views on the other. My face comes up in the main camera and the other angles link together so that I can see everything. From my tight corset, to my bare ass as the thong disappears between my cheeks. Perfect.
I hit the button to start the streaming and a giant live text flashes across the top of the TV screen, letting me know that every camera is on and working. I don’t smile, don’t offer a greeting, and ignore the feed as I step back and take a seat in the chair.
I cross my legs as I wait. Paying more attention to my fingernails. My heeled boots are the center of every screen as I sit here. Indifference. They want my attention and I won’t give it to them until I’m ready to.
The screen dings the notification as tips start rolling in. My regulars know that I won’t even look at them until I’ve reached a certain amount. It’s expected of the low life fucking people that subscribe to my channel. They beg for it.
They are my cash cows and human ATMs, and they want to be treated like shit. Like they are worthless and so they won’t get a single glance from me until I’ve heard the notification that the stream has reached over a grand in tips.
It’s something that Nova helped me set up with the tech team so that I know when to give them my undivided attention and when to ignore their asses until I’m ready to give them anything. So as the tips pour in and my nails become more and more interesting by the second, I contemplate my next set.
I take requests sometimes. Sometimes I do private degradation sessions. Some days I just do whatever the fuck I want to try. Today is about dominating the viewers, my cash cows, and making the viewers drool. It’s a specialty of mine. Making them both regret and enjoy being here with me.
More tips pour in and just as I’m getting bored, the ping sounds that I’ve reached my goal. I glance at the board to see that we are now at nearly two grand already. A generous tipper just sent me a grand. So it’s going to be a good day. I see.
I give the camera a smile and then glance at the chat. So many comments begging for my attention.
“Such good little subs we have today. You want my attention today? So ravenous.”
I let my voice go sultry and slow as I address the subscribers. They fucking go feral in my chats as they steadily flow across my screen.
Yes, Mistress.
Please, Mistress.
Fuck me.
Touch yourself.
That last one grates my nerves. I hate being told what to do. I ignore that one and focus on uncrossing my legs and then spreading them just slightly. Not enough that anyone can see my panties yet. They haven’t earned that privilege yet.
“What shall we do today?”
I tap a single nail across my pitch black lips in thought. I knew what I’d planned, but they didn’t. They beg for me to do something in the chat. Some beg for my attention, so I ignore those. They haven’t earned it yet. Others beg for my touch. Well, they haven’t earned it yet, either.
I smile as I sit straight in the chair, my thighs still touching, so they are denied anything they really want to see. My corset makes my breasts bounce as I move. The slight jiggle of them surely draws the attention of the viewers. I’m neglecting them. Making them wait in anticipation. Delayed gratification, if you will.
I love to make them wait for anything they get, but only long enough that they don’t start leaving my stream. They like the denial and the needy little fucks will be drooling at my feet like always. Too bad they aren’t worth licking the bottom of my boots.
I offer the camera a smile before standing slowly. Letting my cleavage lean forward until they are close to popping from the top. They won’t, but they sure look good doing it this way.
It has the desired effect, and the chat picks up immediately. Practically can see the pre-cum and drool from here. It’s so disgusting and yet something I absolutely live for. Seeing them come undone for me. How they beg me to end them. Holding their very existence beneath my boot. It’s intoxicating.
I grip the whip sitting on the side table near the chair. The leather sliding through my fingers and then wrapping it around my shoulders until it drapes across my shoulder and down the outside of my breast on either side. The end of the whip is tightly braided and a sharp tip promises the desire of pain.
