8) The Camera.

Barbra:

This closet is truly amazing. I can see that now, so clearly. I look around the cramped interior. I am no longer blindfolded, but even without it, I can hardly see anything. The only light available is what slips in under the door. There is nothing much to see in here anyway, except for the stale old coat, a pair of Sir's shoes on the floor, and a dim red light above my head.

The light glows with a constant intensity. It reminds me of an all-seeing eye... from some book I must have read... now long forgotten.

The glowing light is not an eye, I know. But right next to it, there IS an eye... hidden by the darkness. It is an eye of glass and metal. A camera, located high above my head... is watching my every move.

I cannot see the lens, but Sir has assured me that it can see me, even in the darkness. I gaze up toward the red light and smile, seductively. I run my hands down the length of my naked body, swaying with sultry motions.

When my hands return to my breasts, I smush the twins together and bite my bottom lip with desire. I slide a hand down to my sex, and moan again as a finger slips inside. Moistened with my own juices, I gently tease at my clit. Physically, it feels fantastic, of course. But there are sensations originating from my brain that overpower the simple vaginal stimulation. I sway seductively, as my eyes flutter with rapture.

I hope Sir is watching right now. He is recording me, all day... but he can switch over to watch the live feed whenever he wants. The mere thought that he might be observing me at this exact moment is what truly thrills me.

I want to perform the sexiest, most disgusting, most humiliating displays for Sir to see. But I am running out of ideas. That makes sense, honestly. It has only been about 3 hours, but a stupid girl like me isn't going to be able to keep coming up with alluring ideas by herself. This is why women need men in control so badly. By ourselves, we could never figure out exactly how to properly serve our masters. That's why we need them to tell us.

I pinch my nipples and twist. It hurts, and I moan with sick delight. The camera has audio feed, so I want all my sounds to be as arousing as possible. Sir needs pleasure. It is the job of every woman to offer him that. As I ponder my gender's lowly station, I feel a slight twinge of reassuring sensations, but it isn't as intense as it could be. I need more.

There is an unexpected rattling at the front door. As soon as it squeaks open, I hear Sir's deep, wonderful voice.

"Fuck me!" It is clearly an obscenity shouted in frustration, not a command... but a desperate part of me hopes it's both.

Has Sir been watching me dance and touch myself? Has he been so impressed with my gyrations that he has decided to come down here and use my body? I can't imagine such a wonderful dream coming true.

The unmistakable sound of a door slam echoes through the small hotel room. I hear Maya's footfalls as she scurries to the door to meet our master. She wasn't already in place waiting, so she might really catch it for that. Sir doesn't tolerate silly excuses.

"Welcome home, Sir! How would you like to be serviced..." Maya begins to coo, with shameful submission dripping from her words. She knows she wasn't in her proper position, and she wants to be reprimanded; I can tell.

"Fuck this day is getting worse every second!" Sir interrupts her, shouting in aggravation. "Maya, where the fuck are my case files? They weren't in my briefcase like I expected. You and your sister are always moving my stuff around when you clean, and you end up losing shit! I need them, now! Move!"

I hear an audible slap, although whether it's on her face or her ass, I have no way of knowing. I can't decide which would be hotter. I hear her scramble over to the small hotel desk, her stocking feet padding softly on the floor.

I hear the rustling of papers. "I've found them, Sir!" Her voice is both simpering and breathy. The slap is really working on her. I bet it was on her face... I wish it was on mine.

I hear Sir crack open his briefcase, then the crinkle of papers, and then the case is slammed closed. I hear another slap, followed by a rapacious, feminine moan.

"You know what?" Sir snaps, angrily. "Thomas and that blond bitch can just sit in the car and wait! I'm pissed, and I'm gonna take it out on your cunt, slut! Bend the fuck over, spread your whore legs, and grab your ankles!"

I already know that Maya is wearing her sheer, black negligee, with no undergarments whatsoever. Banning all bras and panties was one of Sir's first and most wise decisions. What sense does it make, to have a walking set of fuckable holes wearing an extra layer of clothing? Sir thinks that women's undergarments are superfluous, and stupid. Just like me! I giggle at the realization.

Clearly Maya's attractive body has done its job of stoking Sir's passions. If only I was that sexy. I would give anything to be so irresistible, but of course, these are just the pointless musings of a pointless girl.

I hear a single, aggressive zip and another slap. There is a long pause, a deep groan of pleasure, and then a series of rapid, rhythmic clapping sounds. These slaps join a perfect chorus of enraptured, female whimpers and angry, male grunts.

As soon as the sounds touch my ears, I instinctively thrust my left hand back down to my cunt. I drive two fingers inside, as I grip my right breast with the other hand and squeeze. I alternate between making lustful, passionate glances at the camera, and pressing my ear to the door to hear my sister's violent fucking.

I massage vigorously, enamored with the sounds of lovemaking so near and yet so far. I will never be in Maya's place. She is the smarter, better, hotter sister, and Sir's attention will always go to her first.

Good. This is right. This is proper. I realize my home is here in the closet, because it is all a stupid girl like me deserves. At this very moment, I am aggressively masturbating, in front of a camera, enthralled by the sounds of a man fucking my step-sister. Is that a normal act for an upstanding human?

Of course not. It's the vile, shameful behavior of a slutty, servile creature whose place is on the floor, kissing the feet of a man.

As I gaze up again at the camera, my mind momentarily considers how damning this footage must be. It is highlighting my perverse, unhinged desire for sexual gratification... for subjugation. If anyone besides Sir we're to see it...

I feel a single spark of clarity, which feels so uncommon these days. Others will see this. Anyone... everyone will have an opportunity to see this. Sir has always said that he wished he could find a way to show off his property anonymously. The camera is that method.

Right now, through the live feed, every man on earth might be watching. Every single male friend I've ever known can see me. Every classmate, co-worker, and authority figure... all watching me.

My old boss, my high school teachers, my college professors... they are all staring at me. Shit, my own father could be watching me at this very moment. All of my shame and nakedness are openly visible for their enjoyment.

I am debasing myself for their pleasure. The claustrophobia, the darkness, all of my former fears evaporate as I focus in on this single, churning horror within my mind. I have to stop! I can't let them see! They will never look at me the same again, after witnessing what a disgusting, horny, subhuman sex-fiend I truly am.

I command my body to stop its debauchery immediately. There is no way I can continue this. All of my debasement for Sir was fine. I have begun desiring it. I was happy to serve for his pleasure; but this? It's too much!

I feel a powerful surge of course-correcting sensations poisoning my mind. I try to gather my self control. My brain strains to find a means of stopping my body... but the mental effort is exhausting. My hand stays pressed tightly to my quivering clit, as my other hand continues massaging my breast.

I can see Mr. McCallum, my high school gym teacher, watching me with the same leering eyes he had during my senior year. I see Jeffrey Sambar, my middle-school crush, gazing at this display of perversion. Carlos, the cute cashier, is staring at my naked form. Every bit of respect or admiration he might have had for me, as a fellow human being, has instantaneously disappeared.

I can feel moisture forming in my eyes. How can I live, knowing that every man alive has witnessed the depths of my depravity?

An answer chimes in my brain, with thoughts that seem so foreign, yet so familiar. These men are simply enjoying the natural delights of my feminine form. Why would I seek to deprive them of that? Well, I... uhh... I suppose... My physical attractiveness is my one and only source of value. Why wouldn't I want to show every inch of it? Umm.... that is true, but...

These misogynistic truths swirl within my mind, gathering momentum. I was just considering the fact that my place was on the floor, kissing Sir's feet. If he wants me to kiss the feet of every other man on the planet, should I DEFY him? NO... of course not! But...

If he demands that I make doting ministrations to the cock of every man I've ever met, will I refuse his commands? What right do I have to say no to his orders? Am I a man...? With a will of my own? Or am I a woman, whose value is derived from his opinions of me?

I am a woman, and rejecting a man's desires is unthinkable... I can't... I need to imagine the ocean of men who have thought to momentarily grant my existence value... and I need to do everything I can to satisfy them. It is my job. Without them, my life is meaningless.

These men are granting me their lust and attention... what more could a stupid girl like me ask for?

These thoughts are so humiliating, but every cell within my brain sighs with agreement. The electricity flowing outward from my sex is all the confirmation I need.

My fingers feel amazing, as they deftly stimulate my clitoris... but the thoughts.... all of these new twisted truths coursing through my mind... fuck these thoughts take me beyond Nirvana.

I gaze up at the dim red light, my eyes fluttering wildly. "Look at me!" I whisper. "See my submission! See my humility! I'll do anything to please men, because their pleasure all that matters to me! I am nothing! I do not deserve their gaze. But if they desire me, I am here..."

My thoughts send a small orgasm rippling through my frame. I shiver with euphoria. I hope more men see me, and more... and more! Perhaps if I am good enough, one day, every man in the world might think of me and feel the blood rush to their cocks... that will mean that I have true value. That will give my life true worth.

There is a loud knock at the front door, and I hear Sir grunt again with increased frustration. There is a brief scuffling sound, before a blinding light floods in on me. The sudden illumination causes me to clamp my eyes shut, even as another body is thrust against me.

"Get in there, bitch!" Sir snaps in a whisper. "Tom doesn't know you are here! So don't make a fucking sound!" He is shoving Maya against me, attempting to hide both of us in this tiny closet. He tries to close the door, but there isn't remotely enough room for the two of us to stand inside.

Another knock sounds. Sir's eyes are slits of rage. He hisses quietly through clenched teeth. "Get on top of Barb!" He lifts her bodily, and places her backwards onto my shoulders. Her legs dangle down my back, and she grips my hair for balance.

The door swings closed, and I am once again sealed in darkness. At least I am no longer alone.

Outside the closet, I hear the front door open, and Sir speaks. "Hey, Tom... What made you decide to come up?" His voice is cool and even, without a trace of frustration.

Maya's thighs are pressed tightly against my ears. Her woman's, dripping with a mixture of both Sir's and her own fluids, is less than an inch from my face. The unmistakable scent of sex fills my nostrils.

Her perfectly shaven crotch is so close that I can make it out, even in the dark.

Tom answers, his voice barely audible with my ears covered. "Naomi said that she had to use the bathroom. I'm sorry Jim, I figured you wouldn't mind."

So this is Tom? The bastard who is trying to end the payload? I can feel my internal hatred for him growing.

"Not at all, pal!" I am so impressed that Sir can keep his cool around this shit-head. "The bathroom is right through there, ma'am." I hear the woman's footsteps move toward the bathroom, as Sir continues. "Yeah, Tom. This hotel isn't great, but it'll do until I find a better place, like a permanent apartment.

Cramped in this closet, with my half naked step-sister's pussy directly in my face.... and the camera.... I wonder if there is actually better place on earth.