Chapter 26: Knocked Out

Angel and Demon, Jenny Pain and Wet Latex Girl were online again. We started our show in the late morning. The night before, we had beaten the drum and announced our appearance. Saturday afternoon wasn’t the ideal time for good cam shows, but it was better than not going online at all for the whole week.

The customers didn’t wait for the girls, they chose from those who were available. There were only a few regular customers. And, of course, they didn’t base their sex lives on us. Nevertheless, we had customers from the very first minute.

We filmed in my apartment because it was bigger than Isabell’s. There were plenty of toys for customers to choose from, including remote-controlled vibrators, of course. Depending on how much the customers paid, they could control a vibrator for a corresponding amount of time. There were different intensities and modes.

This technology had only been around for a few years and had only become fully established in the cam industry last year. Anyone who wanted to keep up with the times could no longer do without such interactive toys. However, it didn’t make the show any easier. The customers expected their actions to elicit a joyful response from us, which sometimes required us to have very convincing acting skills. Of course, we had the latest models. Each of us needed two, as the battery charge of the devices did not last for a full show.

In keeping with our costumes, we had developed a concept: the demon tried to break the captured angel through torture, while the angel, i.e. me, wanted to win the demon over to the right side through love and particularly tender sex.

When I was tied up, I was allowed to be tortured with whips, clamps, and wax, and unfortunately, golden showers were also part of the deal. Conversely, I was also allowed to tie up Isabell, but only using methods that were intended to cause pleasure and erotic torment without physical pain.

The customers slipped into the role of auditors who supervised and instructed us. We took turns about every hour. We had agreed that only the person who was tied up should have orgasms, so as not to overload ourselves too much. Of course, we faked most of the orgasms. I don’t know any woman who can endure hours of orgasms or even experience them at all.

While things got really intense down in the basement with whips, the action up here was more playful. Isabell was very careful not to leave any visible welts on me. It was an unwritten rule here in the house that the private shows should not influence the activities in the basement. Anyone who was on duty downstairs should not have any welts from their own show the day before.

One advantage of the larger apartment was that I had a huge TV that I could connect to my laptop as a second monitor. This allowed me to follow the chat from my bed while tied up, as long as I wasn’t lying under Isabell or she wasn’t blocking my view.

“So, my angel,” Isabell began our game. “The auditor Nobert65 has demanded clamps on your cunt. So, are you ready to renounce heaven?”

“I will never renounce my faith! You can torture me, but you will never break me!”

It’s strange how much influence language has in shows like this. Obviously, a lot of users like it when they can use degrading expressions or hear the cam girls say them. I very much doubt that they would use such expressions with their girlfriends or wives, if they have any. To be fair, though, I have to say that there are also many women who actually respond to such verbal eroticism. I’m definitely not one of them. However, as a performer, you often have to adapt to customer requests.

“Then I’ll start torturing your cunt now!” Isabell applied two clover clamps, which are not only more painful than clothespins, but also build up even more pressure when pulled, making it difficult or impossible to remove them.

But Norbert65 wanted more: “On the clit, put them on the clit,” he demanded in the chat.

However, that wasn’t agreed upon and wasn’t part of the deal. It would require significantly more tokens than most people would be willing to pay. We had agreed in advance exactly what we would do and for how much. This was clearly not part of the deal, so Isabell simply ignored the request.

“You old cunts, do what I tell you!” Norbert65 chatted again.

Sighing, Isabell interrupted the game.

“Norbert65, we only do what’s on the menu. Please stick to that. If you want to see more, you have to go to sites like No-LIMIT-Rooms.”

“What kind of stupid chicks are you? Recommending competitor sites and scaring away customers? Fuck you, I’m going to report this!” With that, he disappeared from the chat.

We looked at each other and could barely suppress a laugh.

The kinky cam chats belonged to the Rooms. However, I only knew that myself since I had moved into the apartment wing and had my conversation with the finance department. So I’ve actually been working for the Rooms longer than I had realized. On other cam sites, advertising for other sites was strictly prohibited and could lead to the models being banned. But the Rooms even ran official ads here, so it was actually allowed under the contract. What we were absolutely not allowed to do was refer to our own appearances in the Rooms.

However, we had other customers online and could easily do without Norbert. Shortly afterwards, we had already forgotten about him.

At the end of our planned 8 hours, I was really glad to be able to switch off. I was no longer used to being online for so long at a stretch. Once again, my whole body ached and I was a little sore. Not to mention that I had had four real orgasms. The remote-controlled vibrator became a torture of its own at the end. I could also clearly feel the after-effects of the flu I had just gotten over.