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.