I never thought a normal girl from a normal bedroom could break me like this. But she did. And I’m still not the same.
She was streaming from her room on femdom chat rooms. Messy bun, no makeup, old t-shirt with a stain on the collar. Just a regular girl who probably went to Walmart the next day. But when she looked into her camera, it was like she saw right through me. Like she knew exactly what I needed before I even knew it myself.
Her room title was just one word: Pay and submit.
I clicked. She didn’t smile. She just said my username slowly, like she was tasting it. “You’re new here.” I typed yes. She said “Don’t type. Listen.” I stopped typing.
Then she told me to pay. I sent her 500 tokens and she started giving orders. Not asking. Telling.
“Put your hands behind your back. Arch your back. Stick your chest out. I want to see you present yourself like a bitch in heat.”
I did it. I was sitting on my bed, back arched, hands behind me, dick already starting to get hard. She watched me through the screen like a scientist studying a bug.
“Now spit in your hand and rub your dick. But don’t cum. You don’t get to cum until I say so. And you will NOT cum until I say so.”
I started stroking. Slow. She watched every movement. Every twitch of my face. She knew exactly when I was getting close and she’d snap “Stop.” And I’d stop, hand frozen, breathing ragged. Then she’d make me start again. Over and over. Edging me for what felt like an hour.
Then she made me do something that really fucked me up.
“I want you to stand up and walk to your mirror. Bring your phone with you. I want to see you watch yourself.”
I walked to the full-length mirror in my room. Phone propped up so she could see me and I could see her. She told me to look at my own reflection while I stroked. “Look at yourself. Look at what a desperate little slut you are. You’re jerking off to a girl on a screen. You’re obeying every word I say. You’re nothing but a puppet with a hard dick.”
I watched myself in the mirror. Red face. Eyes glazed. Hand pumping my cock. I looked pathetic. And that made me even harder.
“Now,” she said, “I want you to slap your own face. Hard. Not light. Hard. And say ‘I’m a worthless cocksleeve’ out loud.”
I slapped myself. My cheek stung. “I’m a worthless cocksleeve.”
“Louder.”
I shouted it. Slapped myself again. My face was red. She smiled. A real smile. Cruel and beautiful.
“Good boy. Now get on your knees. Face the mirror. Stroke again. I want to see you worshipping yourself like the pathetic piece of meat you are.”
I dropped to my knees. The carpet was rough. I stroked in front of the mirror, watching my own reflection, her face on the phone screen behind me. I was shaking. I was so close. She kept edging me. Stop. Start. Stop. Start. My balls ached. My whole body was a raw nerve.
Finally she said, “I’m going to count down from ten. When I hit one, you will cum. But you will look straight into your own eyes in the mirror. You will not look away. You will cum for yourself, because you are the only one who deserves this pathetic mess.”
She counted. Ten. Nine. Eight. I kept stroking, staring at my own reflection. Seven. Six. Five. My breath was ragged. Four. Three. Two. One.
I came. Hard. Cum shot onto the mirror, onto my hand, onto the floor. I kept stroking through it, moaning, my eyes locked on my own face in the glass. I looked broken. I looked completely wrecked.
She watched me finish, then said, “Clean up your mess. Every drop. And send me a tribute. You know where.”
I sent her everything I had in my account. Every token. Then I cleaned the mirror with a towel, still shaking.
She ended the stream without another word.
I never found her again. She changed her name or deleted. But every time I look in that mirror, I remember. And I get hard all over again.
That normal girl in her normal room. She didn’t need anything else than her superiority and voice to break me. She just needed a screen and my own weakness. And she owned me completely.
