THE FILMMAKER

Cindy Brawdell's initial consulting in the world of erotic teasing
had been in film…she'd needed a way to get through college.

Her boyfriend Lancaster " Lane " Trotter had been shocked when Cindy had
told him she might have to transfer to a state university because
she'd begun running out of money.

"Lane, I don't have your trust fund, honey.."there's no way." Cindy said sadly.

At the time they were having this
conversation, Lane was kneeling precariously on a hard stool with
his hands and feet bound together.

This while Cindy did the ten fast jerk
then, and then slow pulls on his sweating, bloated dick directly in front
of his Super 8 camera.

Lane enjoyed sending clips to his Yahoo group, Purple Balls…

So far there were seven different files of Lane being teased, whipped and
anally raped by Cindy and occasionally her roommate, Sophia, who
thought this was a riot.

As Cindy pumped Lane's penis faster and faster, she talked faster
as well

"I don't have time for a job, either. I mean, I am already
waitressing two nights a week and I have the internship coming up.
Really, I shouldn't even be doing that…."

Abstractedly, Cindy pulled the camera a little closer to focus on
Lane's cock.

"You are the best girlfriend in the world to allow us
to film this, babe." Lane beamed…Cindy smiled.

First, Lane was the one who was naked during the films, she was
wearing usually her tight little striped shirts or tube tops…and
then there was the other reason she enjoyed the camera.

Cindy sent
her copy of the clips to her father's e-mail…
ReverendB@East_Pentecostal.org

and to as many e-mail addresses in the congregation as Cindy could
remember.

Good way for Pa to see what his princess was doing with
the education that he had refused to pay for.

At some point, Lane had begun staring at the camera
thoughtfully. "There might be a way that we could work together to
get lots of money to put you through school."

He was grinning now. "And I'd be willing to work nearly full time
with no pay at all!"

Cindy had been horrified at first, but was
astonished and quite pleased to see how many viewers she and Lane
seemed to be getting at two dollars a minute.

When the resident assistant said that a dorm room was no place to
put a streaming webcam, Cindy and Lane had discovered they had
funds available to rent an entire house in quite a nice
neighborhood, and had taken Sophia with them.

It was quite a time for Lane, of course…he had nearly dropped out of
college himself, as it was so exhausting being a full time
submissive.

Cindy had solved this problem by giving Lane an on-camera
whipping for every grade he got below "B"._ Lane was being filmed
constantly!

The tease/denial films were wildly popular, and pervs everywhere
were typing in their Visa numbers.

For a time, the couple had sent
out tapes and DVDs, but Lane, a finance major, looked into the
efficacy of minute-by minute downloads, and decided that this might
be the profitable thing to do.

"This way, if someone has only twenty bucks in their account, they
can still give ten to us for a little bit of joy.” he told Cindy with
a grin.

One of the more popular downloads, entitled "He Keeps Goin' and
Goin'" retailed for two dollars a minute, and was sold in five
minute downloads. However, there were bonus minutes!

For a ten minute, $20.00 purchase, you got fifteen minutes of an
EVIL tease/denial session from Mistress Cindy.

"Goin" opened to
Cindy, her gorgeous honey blonde hair bouncing and arrayed around
her shoulders, smiling into the camera.

Cindy was clad in a pink tube top and short-shorts, and was leaning
over the quite naked Lane, who was helplessly tied to a living room
hassock.

As Cindy toyed with Lane's hard cock, she turned and smiled into the
camera, bending over so the viewing perv could see her marvelous
cleavage in the pink tube top. "How's it going there, slave-boys?"

She smiled, rubbing a lubed finger against one of the more
pulsating veins in poor Lane's penis.

"Here I am, Evil Cynthia! Poor
Lane's here, and as you know, he hasn't cum since our last
film, `Helpless Dickie-bird'

It's now been a hundred and five days of chastity for the Laner!"

The camera focused on Lane's purplish-blue cock, and Cindy's French
nails scratching the edges of his pinched foreskin.

Cindy rubbed quickly, faster and faster, and Lane's hips rose up and
down, trying to meet the thrusts. It looked like Lane was about to
cum.

Lane's cock was as stiff as a policeman's billy club, and Cindy's
long red nail kept tickling the end...she licked her lips as she
stared into Lane's eyes and he strained more against his bonds.

"Oh
please, Miss Cindy, please let me release ma'am. Your fingers are so
soft, and your body is sooo beautiful, and I've tried so hard to be
good."

There appeared to be a tear in Lane's eye. "I've cleaned the
house, and the yard, and helped you with your homework, and kept the
website going, and volunteered for all these films...

Don't you think
that I could have a big squirtie for the audience." Lane looked
truly pathetic.

Cindy winked at the camera. Truly, she was gorgeous, and she knew
how to handle his poor cock!

Cindy bent over Lane, showing her cleavage extensively, and ran her
tongue down Lane's stomach as her lovely fingers tortured Lane's
quivering frenum.

The camera caught Lane's stomach rising, as he tried to push himself
against Cindy's tongue, and she clearly knew how to back away at the
psychological moment.

"You want to cum right, Lane?" Cindy breathed, rubbing faster and
faster. All of a sudden, she showed Lane and the camera one of her
nipples.

"You like that, Lane, you want release, to squirt don't you?" Lane
coughed and gasped. "Yes ma'am, I do!" Lane thrust faster as Cindy's
fingers went up and down.

"Poor Lane, you go through so much, baby...it's sad, it really is."
Cindy tittered as she watched his tortured face.

"Darling, I want to
make you happy, but I don't want to spoil you, certainly not! And
you know, you aren't as devoted to me after you've had an orgasm or
two!"

It was evident that Lane was suffering...his eyes were locked on
Cindy's chest, and his penis was a heavy shade of burgundy, and
looked as if it were about to burst.

Cindy wiped a bit of pre-cum
off the tip and licked it off her finger, and Lane gasped.

"Poor Lane hasn't cum in so long, you see." Cindy said to the
camera.

"He has to go to classes and look at all the pretty girls in
their crop tops and short-shorts, and tight jeans--" Lane gasped
even more at the thought of them.

"Yes, you like those tight jeans,
right Lane? Watching girl’s asses bouncing in your face."

With that Cindy suddenly spun and shook her adorable rear in Lane's
face, before returning her attentions to toying with his cock.

"And in the winter, the girls are in snug pink sweaters...I know they
turn you on, baby..."

Cindy scratched her long nails on the
tumescent head of Lane's organ.

"And ALL the other guys get release...some of the fellows at our
school get to screw the girls, a few guys get to screw ME." Cindy
winked at the camera. "And the geeky guys, well, they can play Mr.
Hand...right?

But Lane here, he can't even jerk off...doesn't even
have the privileges of a 13 year old boy.

He can just look at the
girls and get real frustrated, because I keep him locked up!" Cindy
smiled. "But should I let him cum now?"

All of a sudden, she picked up a straightened coat hanger from
behind the hassock.

It was long and wiry, and apparently Cindy had
woven hockey electric tape around one end of the hanger.

"I know you
want to cum badly, baby. but then it would be all over!" Lane's face
fell. It looked as if he thought he was actually going to cum.

"But you want the movie to last a while don't you honey?" Cindy
asked, as she ran her fingers even faster on Lane's cock.

"If you
cum too fast, the movie's over...that wouldn't be too much fun,
right? I have a good way to calm your dickie down, though...Laner."

Lane saw the straightened coat hanger hovering over his
erection. "Please, oh please don't hit me with that." Cindy smiled
at the camera.

"I'll make Lane a deal, guys. If he loses his erection, in the next
five seconds, I won't hit him with this coat hanger, but otherwise
he'll cum, right?

We don't want that. How much self-control do you
have, baby? Five seconds, Lane."

The camera focused on Lane's cock, which stayed erect, as Cindy was
still rubbing it madly.

Five, four three, two, one!" Cindy
smiled. "Can't say I didn't give him a chance, right?"
Cindy pulled her hand away and lifted the coat hanger and swung.

SNAP! WHACK SNAP SLAP!

The coat hanger slammed again and again
against Lane's hard penis, until finally it lost its rigidity, and
then became quite small and red.

Finally, Lane was screaming, but he was completely, flaccid, and
Cindy threw down the coat hanger and resumed gently pulling and
pushing his erection, until amazingly, it was returning to its
stiffened state.

Now the camera was focusing on the various red welts along the
shaft. "See how fast he gets hard again?" Cindy asked the camera.

"Poor Lane-boy, he is so horny, and it doesn't seem to matter how
much I punish him, he gets hornier and hornier. And Lane loves me."

The camera focused on Lane's face, and indeed, in spite of the
whipping, he was looking at Cindy with deep affection and of course
intense horniness.

Suddenly the camera cut to a grainy scene of Cindy and Lane in a
jewelry store, where they were dressed in nice clothes.

Lane was giving Cindy a nice diamond ring. Cindy's voice was in the
background.

"See? This is a home movie my friends took of Lane and I when we
got our engagement ring at Bretzmeyers Gem Store. Lane loves me a
great deal, and we've been a couple for four years."

Then the camera re-focused on Lane's staggeringly hard penis. "But
he hasn't had any relief in so long." The camera switched to Cindy's
face, and she smiled.

"But I have! See this film that was taken yesterday. I was with five members of
the University basketball team!"

The film cut to Cindy lying on a
waterbed having her ass and mouth fucked by two gigantic blacks,
while she jerked off two more, and another shoved his fist in her
vagina.

"Goin and Goin" netted nearly $100,000, and Cindy and Lane were
quite pleased! Why not expand the productions?

There was a camera in every room, shooting Lane as he was sweeping
the floors and washing the walls naked except for a polka dotted
apron, shooting him getting an over the knee hairbrush whipping from
Sophia.

This administered as  Sophia sat on the toilet, then Lane in the living room, bound
to a hassock while Cindy and the Dartmouth Women Democrats toyed
with his dick while watching "American Idol".

The films showed Lane bound up in the back yard as Cindy pushed
scratchy leaves into his jockey shorts.

Or she was portraying Lane locked in
stocks in the basement "dungeon" while Sophia's younger sister and
her bratty friends shot rubber bands at his dick and balls.

It was kind of tough for Lane…he'd always enjoyed tease/denial play,
and indeed had initiated Cindy in it during the first week of their
freshman year.

But now it was constant. Five or six of Cindy's pals,
all of whom had financial problems, had moved into the house.

All
were sharing in the profits of the streaming webcam except Lane, who
was just doing it as the right thing for his girl…and it was fun…but
excessive!

Whenever he was in the house, Lane was naked and being
punished or teased by one girl or another. And the films continued
to get better, and to sell more...
In the film "Edging" Lane masturbated himself.

The camera picture
focused on Lane, naked except for a bright pink ribbon on the end of
his penis, and two neon nipple clamps.

Lane was kneeling on a towel,
his hands behind his back, and Cindy, clad in a corset and panties,
hair tied back, was strutting about in front of him on her high
heels.

"Now Lane has just gotten his chastity device taken off." Cindy said
to the camera.

"And now he's going to tease himself. I'm too tired
and bored to handle it, and so I'm assigning him to EDGE himself.
That's right...he's going to tease his dorkie for your amusement."


Cindy bent over and pointed to Lane's back, and the camera moved
behind him to show his handcuffs.

"See? Lane is so untrustworthy, he
can't be left to touch himself without my permission. I have to keep
him cuffed whenever he's not locked up...tee hee!"

Then the camera showed Cindy unlocking Lane's cuffs, and him rubbing
his wrists.

"All right, Lane, you can start pounding your little
pud." Silently, Lane took his right hand and began pulling and
stroking his cock.

"That's a good boy. Remember, though...you can't
cum! You can just entertain us right now." The camera showed Cindy's
sneering features.

Her lovely, full lips smirked as she looked down at her
masturbating boyfriend. "I'll give you something pleasant to focus
on, how's that honey?"

The camera showed Cindy rolling down her
corset, and toying with her nipples as she danced to 80's music,
gyrating her hips in Lane's face.

Lane stared up at Cindy's full breasts, the erect nipples hypnotizing
him, and he pumped faster and faster.

Cindy snickered, and pulled
and rubbed her breasts some more." I like to show the Laner here my
boobies, but he can't touch them.

I only let real men play with
them...but they're pretty, huh Lane?"

The camera focused on Lane's face, and there was a hint of tears in
his eyes as he stared up at Cindy's cantaloupe sized tits.

At this point, she'd gotten some oil and was rubbing her breasts
extensively with it, the corset hanging on her belly. Lane began
rubbing his cock faster and faster, and there was a panting sound.

"Lane darling, you're going too fast, are you listening to me?"
Cindy looked down at Lane, who was pumping his throbbing cock at a
massive rate.

"He's not listening...the poor thing's been celibate
for months, we can't blame him, right?" Cindy looked into the camera
and winked.

"We have to train Lane to slow down when he's choking his
chicken, right guys?"

"Oh, dear, you look like you're about to cum, baby." Cindy showed a
very concerned look to the camera.

"It's discipline time!" Cindy
pulled her corset above her breasts again, and then grabbed a cane
from off camera and raised it above Lane's prone figure.

WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! Again and again, Cindy lashed at Lane's hand
that was stroking his cock, then the cane landed repeatedly on
Lane's cock itself.

And then a few gratuitous whacks hit Lane's neck
and shoulders as the poor man covered his head and burst into tears.

Finally, Cindy threw down the cane and put a heel on Lane's back, as
he cried into his folded arms.

"Lane, honey...you've got to stroke
yourself slower. Mommy's not going to let you make a little protein
mess before your due date."

Cindy smiled at the camera. "Why don't
we try again, huh?"

Lane put his head up as Cindy stepped back, and he snuffled a bit.
The camera focused on his red eyes and trembling lower lip.

"I'll try to (sob) touch myself slower, Miss Cindy. It's just that you--
aroused me so much."

The camera focused on Cindy, who laughed charmingly. "Well, let's
try again. Play with your dingus, and I'll supervise."

Lane's hand
began traveling back and forth across his cock, though it was
somewhat painful since both hand and penis had been lashed by the
cane.

Cindy began dancing back and forth, and there was another
soundtrack as she faced the camera.

"Like that, Laner? Like looking at my boobs swinging around, and my
legs?" Cindy snickered to the camera.

"Lane has to wax and shave my
legs, and when he's a good boy he can cover them with kisses."
Cindy's full lips, painted purple, smirked and her nose twitched as
she smiled into the camera.

The camera cut to Lane, who was desperately pumping his rock-hard
erection.

It was evident that he was trying not to rub it too fast,
but he kept looking up at his super-sexy girlfriend, and, of course
he was quite desperate to cum.

Lane panted and gasped, and ran his
fingers in a death grip up and down his erection, and Cindy danced.

"Yes, sweet Lane, I know you really, really want some relief."
Again, the camera was on Cindy's lovely face.

Her hair was tied
back in a French braid, bouncing on her bare neck, and she was quite
lovely. As Cindy spoke, she motioned for Lane to get up off of his
knees.

"Do you think I've gone too long having poor Lane go without
cumming?" Cindy kissed Lane's neck as he hovered in front of her,
still grasping his cock madly.

"But you know, I want him to
appreciate me and my body. Do you, Lane?" Lane looked hungrily into
Cindy's eyes. "Miss Cynthia, I appreciate you more than anything,
ma'am!"

Cindy began rubbing her breasts across Lane's chest as he jerked his
cock madly. Cindy's voice rang with the soundtrack behind her...

Lane continued to pull his cock and he drooled a bit as he looked
into Cindy's eyes as her full lips made kissy noises very close to
his face.

Suddenly, Cindy jumped forward and gave Lane a deep, full
mouth kiss, and he gasped, plunging his tongue down her throat as
well, while she rubbed her breasts against his sunken chest. Then
Cindy backed off again...

Cindy motioned Lane to go down on his knees again and pirouetted in
front of him.

As Cindy sang, she pulled down her panties and rubbed her wet slit
in Lane's face, then turned around and pushed her perfect butt
cheeks in his mouth.

Lane's tongue pushed into Cindy's buttocks, and
the camera focused on his right hand pounding his purplish cock,
faster and faster.

Cindy spun around again and raised her leg in front of Lane,
motioning him to lick out her twat as she continued to sing.

It was
evident that Lane was quite excited. Seemingly ignoring him, Cindy
continued grinding her crotch into his face

All of a sudden, the music stopped, and the camera focused on an
enraged Cindy, who now had a three tailed scourge in her hand
WHACK! WHACK! WHACK!

"Did I not tell you that you were to jerk off
slower?" Cindy screamed as the leather scourge welted Lane's arms
and shoulders. "Bend over and show me your butt!"

Lane, weeping profusely, bent over and pushed his butt in the air,
and Cindy lashed it again and again as he screamed.

Finally, she
threw down the scourge and Lane looked up miserably, his tear
streaked face shaking.

"I told you, sweet-ums, that you weren't to
masturbate that quickly." Cindy said to the camera, with gritted
teeth.

Lane's voice came from below” But ma'am, you were pushing your butt
in my face, and I got so excited--" The camera showed Lane's welted
back and buttocks, and then Cindy's lovely French braid again.

Cindy shook her head.” No excuses. You MUST learn self-control."

Cindy then looked straight into the camera. "He's just a bad, bad
boy." Cindy then produced the hand-cuffs again, and ordered Lane to
put his hands behind his back, and locked them.

Lane's eyes were filled with tears and his cock was harder and
harder as he knelt, naked, his hands trapped behind his back. Cindy
rubbed her buttocks in his face once more, and faced the camera.

"This is the end of Lane's Edging for tonight folks!" Cindy said
brightly, and the camera faded to black.

On campus guys were snickering at Lane wherever he went.

Formerly
famous for being a hockey forward and president of the debating
team, Lane was now called "Panty-boy" by nearly everyone, as he was
often filmed in his panties.

Cindy had gotten the idea to drum
up interest in the site by showing a couple of the webcam films in
the Student Union.

It was jarring for Lane to walk through the South Campus Cafeteria
and see posters of himself in full face make-up and a tutu, dancing
as Sofia and Cindy chased him about with a cattle prod!

The day that the campus truly rocked was when Cindy filmed poor Lane sucking
his own dick! But things actually seemed to get worse.

"What's this?" Lane asked one day as Cindy shook a metal thing at
him. "Never heard of product placement honey?"

"This is a chastity belt, hon." Cindy reported. "It's called a
Colonel Flanders KeepUmLok.

The Colonel Flanders company wants us to
endorse this on our site, and they'll pay five or six grand for it…
and of course there are lots of chastity enthusiasts out there."

Lane had had chastity fantasies, of course, but it seemed a little
much…

"Babe, one of the great thrills I get is jerking off or you
blowing me after a day of all that filming…being teased and whipped
and everything."

Lane smiled. "I mean, we do kind of have a sex
life. "

Cindy had given Lane a huge tongue kiss and squeezed his crotch with
her red nails.

"Baby, I'm thinking about college here! The money
would be enough so I could finally maybe get a decent car and stop
driving that damn Fairlane.

Don't you want me to have a nice car
along with my studies?" Cindy began kissing Lane's neck and
unzipping him.

After Cindy had stroked Lane for about half an hour, he agreed to
put the chastity belt on. "But will I have to wear it all the time?"
he asked.

"Can't we fake it?" Cindy had sighed exasperatedly. "Baby,
the whole point of this thing is so when we take the belt off, your
engorged dick will show, and you'll look real frustrated. People
want the real thing.

You're not some wimp who has to get his rocks
off all the time, are you?" What could Lane reply to this one?

After a few days in the belt, Lane had been cuffed and the belt
unlocked.. Sophia and Cindy had begun licking and stroking Lane's
cock as the camera rolled.

There was now sound as well, and Stan,
Cindy's gay friend was holding the mike. "Look at poor Lane, guys.

Here he is his dick is incredibly jammed with semen after two
weeks " Stan exaggerated slightly "In the Colonel Flanders
KeepUmLok, it is impossible for a horny man to escape.

He must wait
until—" Stan waved at Sophia who was bouncing in front of Lane in a
powder blue body stocking while Cindy stroked—"the charming lady or
ladies in his life want to let him go. Lane is a frustrated boy, eh
Laner?"

Stan had pushed the mike in Lane's face, hitting his chin,
and Lane began to regret all the wet towel flicks he and his pals
had inflicted on poor Stan in the locker room.

A few months later, Cindy sensed her audience was getting bored, and
she began bringing young men in to screw in front of Lane. "Look,
Laney…it's not a big deal. I don't care about Miguelito at all,
really I don't.

All you have to do is kneel in front of us in that
little pink thing and kiss Miguelito's feet while I blow him."

Lane
stared at the floor. "And then you can blow him yourself! It'll be
good for your slavery, and the audience will go wild!" Cindy was so
excited, and couldn't understand why Lane was being very quiet.

Finally, he spoke."Miguelito's father is my uncle's gardener, Cindy.
He's here on a family scholarship. I would die if my folks ever got
wind—"

Cindy shook her head, wearily..."Honey, it just doesn't
matter....your folks aren't going to see these films, and you're
such a wussy boy anyway, that I am so sure that they wouldn't be
surprised."

Lane looked so sad. Cindy was such a beautiful girl, and he so
wanted to make her happy.

And now she had enough money so her
tuition was paid, and she had a new car, and she'd begun raising
money so her younger sister could also come to college...

The Reverend didn't believe in higher education for women, and Cindy
knew she'd have to pay if she wanted her siblings to get through
school.

Lane also wanted to make love to his beautiful girlfriend now and
then...

He liked the bondage and discipline stuff, but my God, it was
getting way too upsetting!

Making him go down on another man, his
father's servant, and on CAMERA!

What if he decided to take the
Foreign Service exam? He'd be tossed out of the State Department for
security reasons if they found out he was a porn star...Lane knew
that!

But Cindy knew how to win this argument. She kissed Lane deeply and
undressed him, and bound him down, and began toying with his cock as
her tongue explored his ear.

And within a few minutes, she'd agreed
to let Lane jerk off after he'd completed his first film of forced
bisexuality with evil Miguelito.

What a lucky guy to be involved with such a Filmmaker!