The warm sunset filtered through the curtains of Thomas's room, casting a soft, golden glow across the floor. Thomas, the Master of the Streamer Mansion, sat at his desk, staring at his monitor with glee. On his lap sat the newest addition to the mansion, LilyPichu, her petite frame trembling slightly as she nestled against him, her collar jingling faintly. The previous day had marked her initiation into the mansion, and she was still adjusting to how things worked.
Earlier that day, Thomas had summoned Poki to his room to outline his plan for her first comeback stream. He had picked out a specific outfit for her and also instructed her to wear a remote-controlled vibrator that he would play with throughout the stream. She and Rae had spent the day getting things read, which included setting up Poki's camera to feed directly to his screen, ensuring he could monitor every moment. Her headset had also been set up so that everything she said would go to his PC first, and he could speak to her without the stream hearing. Now, the feed from her streaming room played live on his monitors, showing her preparing under the pink LED glow.
Now, the feed from her streaming room played live on his monitor, showing her preparing under the pink LED glow. On the screen, Poki moved with a mix of excitement and nerves. She wore the outfit he'd chosen: a lace-trimmed black crop top that clung to her full breasts and bared her midriff, paired with tight leggings that hugged her curves. The "Fuckdoll" collar gleamed around her neck. Thomas had made it clear she had to go live wearing it. She adjusted her mic, fluffing her hair in the mirror.
Lily shifted on her master's lap, her small hands resting on his chest as she glanced up at him, her voice a breathy whisper. "Master… is Poki really going live today like that? With that vibrator inside her?" Her eyes darted to the screen, wide with a mix of curiosity and unease.
Thomas chuckled, his hand sliding down to cup her hip. "Yes, Lily, she is." This is her first stream back since getting here, and it's going to be a show. That vibrator's already in place, and I've got the remote right here." He tapped a small device on the desk, his smirk widening. "I'll control every pulse, making her squirm for chat while she pretends it's all normal."
Lily bit her lip, her blush deepening as she squirmed against him. "I… I've never seen her like this. Will she be okay? She looks so nervous." Her voice trembled, a soft whimper escaping as she pressed closer, seeking reassurance.
"She'll be fine," Thomas reassured, his tone firm yet warm. He tilted her chin up, forcing her to meet his gaze. "Poki's a pro, and she's chosen this. Today, she'll chat with her fans, beg for tips, and let me push her limits. But she's letting me do it because she enjoys it. She is a slut. And you, Lily, will help me enjoy it. You'll serve me here, keeping me satisfied while Poki performs." He leaned in, his lips brushing her ear. "Understood?"
Lily nodded quickly, her breath hitching. "Y-Yes, Master. I'll do my best." She hesitated, then added softly, "What… what should I do while you watch her?"
Thomas grinned, his hand sliding to her thigh, guiding her to adjust her position. "Start by warming me up, Lily. Slide down and use that pretty mouth of yours." His voice dropped, authoritative, as he activated the mic. "Poki, you'd better go live soon. Adjust that top, show off a bit more. And smile, Fuckdoll."
Through the monitor, Poki's head jerked slightly at the voice in her headset, a faint flush creeping up her neck. She obeyed instantly, tugging the crop top down, her leggings stretching as she shifted in her chair. "Y-Yes, Master, I'm just about to go live!"
"See that?" he murmured, his hand guiding her head downward. "She's already starting to squirm. Let's make this fun for both of us, Lily. Get to work."
Lily's breath hitched as she slid off Thomas's lap, her knees meeting the plush carpet with a soft thud. Her small hands trembled as she reached for him, her fingers fumbling slightly before carefully undoing his pants to free his hardening cock. With a deep, steadying breath, she leaned forward, her lips parting hesitantly to take him into her mouth. The warmth of her mouth enveloped him, her tongue brushing tentatively against his length at first, exploring the texture before she found a rhythm. She began to suck with growing confidence, her cheeks hollowing with each careful motion, her movements becoming more assured as she adjusted to the task. Thomas let out a low, approving groan, the sound rumbling deep in his chest, his hand resting lightly on her head. His fingers threaded through her hair, guiding her pace with a gentle but firm pressure, his focus split between the sensation of her service and the live feed playing out on the monitor before him.
On the screen, Poki finally started her stream. Her face appeared on her Twitch stream, framed by the soft pink LED glow of her streaming room. The "Fuckdoll" collar gleamed prominently around her neck. "Hey, everyone!" she began, her voice bright but tinged with a nervous edge that trembled just beneath the surface. "I'm so excited to be back! It's been a while, and I can't wait to catch up!"
The chat erupted with a flurry of messages, scrolling rapidly in a clean, organised format that Thomas watched with a gleam in his eye, revelling in the chaos his control had sparked:
"WHAT IS THAT COLLAR?! 'Fuckdoll'?? Poki, explain!!"
"That collar is wild, what's the deal with it??"
"Is this part of the mansion thing? Why 'Fuckdoll'?? Spill it NOW!"
"I knew Poki was into this freaky kind of thing; it was only a matter of time before she came out with it."
Donations began to pour in almost immediately, each accompanied by a cheerful alert that pinged softly through Thomas's speakers.
$10, "Love the vibe, but that collar, WHAT IS HAPPENING?!"
$15, "Collar's insane—part of the mansion gimmick? We need answers!"
$5, "That 'Fuckdoll' collar—seriously, Poki?? Explain!"
Poki ignored the barrage of shocked comments about her collar, her expression calm as if it were just another casual stream day, though a faint flush crept up her neck. She leaned forward slightly, adjusting her mic, but brushed off the speculation with a light, airy laugh. "So, big news, guys, Me, Valkyrae, and LilyPichu are now all living at the Streamer Mansion! It's this amazing place in LA, and we've teamed up with the fan who won that giveaway, Thomas. He's been incredible to work with, and we're all settling in. I'm so excited to be here, and I can't wait to start collabbing with the girls, so many more people are going to come and join us!" Her voice carried a spark of genuine excitement, her eyes lighting up as she spoke, her hands gesturing animatedly to emphasise her point. But mid-sentence, Thomas twisted the vibrator's remote to a higher setting. A sudden, involuntary moan slipped from her lips, the sound raw and unfiltered, her body tensing in the chair as the intense sensation pulsed through her. Her thighs clenched beneath the desk, her fingers gripping the armrests for support as the vibration rocked her core.
The chat reacted with a mix of amusement, confusion, and escalating curiosity, the messages flooding in with renewed vigour:
"Did she just MOAN?? What's going on with that collar?!"
"Lol, Poki, you okay?"
"Moan + 'Fuckdoll' collar = WHAT IS THIS MANSION??"
Poki's cheeks flushed a deep, rosy pink, the colour spreading across her face as she fought to regain her composure. She recovered with a stutter, her voice shaky but determined, "S-sorry, guys, just… super excited about the collabs!" She forced a nervous laugh, the sound a little too high-pitched, and smoothed her hair with a shaky hand, her fingers lingering as she tried to steady herself. She pressed on as if it were a typical slip-up. "Yeah, we've got some awesome plans in the works, like gaming nights, maybe we'll do some cooking streams, some podcast-style stuff, and I really want to do some Mafia streams here, so stick around for more!" Her voice steadied with effort, though her legs shifted subtly under the desk, the faint tremor in her movements betraying the ongoing sensation. She flashed a bright, practised smile at the camera, determined to keep the facade intact despite the heat building within her.
Thomas smirked, his hand tightening slightly in Lily's hair as she worked him with growing confidence, her lips sliding deeper along his length with each bob of her head. She was shockingly composed for doing something that would completely destroy her reputation. It was honestly incredibly impressive. He turned the vibrator completely off for the moment and focused back on the unfolding chaos on the monitor, where Poki's stream continued.
Poki scanned the chat, her eyes darting across the flood of messages; nearly every message carried the same question. What was up with the collar, and what was up with her moan? She knew she wouldn't get away without mentioning it all stream, but she didn't want to address it this early. But she didn't have a choice, she took a deep breath, "Okay, guys," she said, "I can see you all asking, 'What's with the 'Fuckdoll" collar?'" She paused, her cheeks flushing a deeper shade of pink, the embarrassment evident in the way her fingers fidgeted with the edge of her desk, tracing the smooth wood as if it could anchor her. "Oh, it's, uh… just a fashion choice! Yeah, something I picked up for fun, nothing important, really!" Her laugh was shaky, a brittle sound that cracked under the weight of her discomfort, her eyes darting to the side as if avoiding the camera's gaze. The attempt to wave it off fell flat, her visible unease only fueling the chat's curiosity further. The screen lit up with a new wave of messages:
"Fashion choice? Sure, Poki, you're sweating bullets! That blush is screaming something else!"
"I wonder who gave it to her? Or if she bought it for herself. I always knew she was a kinky minx."
"Embarrassed much? That collar's got a story, and you're not fooling us!"
Lily, still on her knees, felt a jolt of sympathy ripple through her as she heard Poki's stammered explanation. Her lips paused mid-motion around Thomas, her tongue stilling against him as she glanced up at the screen, her wide eyes reflecting a mix of shock and concern. She's so embarrassed, Lily thought, her own cheeks burning as she imagined the humiliation of being watched by thousands while struggling to explain something so personal. She wondered if she would have to do that someday. The thought sent a shiver down her spine, her hands tightening on Thomas's thighs as she resumed her task, her mouth moving with a renewed fervour.
Before Poki could recover, Thomas cranked the vibrator up again. The sudden surge of intensity ripped another involuntary moan from Poki's lips, louder and more desperate than before, a raw, unfiltered sound that seemed to echo in the room. Her body arched slightly in the chair, her back bowing as the sensation overwhelmed her, her hands gripping the desk edges so tightly her knuckles whitened. The chat erupted into a frenzy again:
"ANOTHER MOAN?! What is HAPPENING to you, Poki?!"
"Poki, you're killing us, explain or we riot! That was too real!"
"Moan #2, I bet she has someone under that desk eating her out with how she is reacting. "
Poki's face burned crimson, her breath coming in short, ragged gasps as she struggled to regain her composure. Her hands shook as she pushed her hair back, her fingers lingering at her temples as if to will away the heat flooding her cheeks. "S-sorry, guys, just… uh, technical glitch or something!" she stammered, forcing another nervous laugh that sounded more like a plea for mercy. She smoothed her hair again, her movements jerky and uncoordinated, and pressed on with a strained smile. "Anyway, like I said, we've got gaming nights, cooking streams, podcast stuff, and I'm dying to do some Mafia streams here, so stick around!" Her voice wavered; she was convincing nobody.
Thomas wasn't holding back, though; he activated his mic and issued a new command, "Poki, drop something on the floor and bend over to pick it up. Make sure they get a good view of that ass in those leggings. Take your time." His smirk widened as he watched her reaction through the feed.
Poki's eyes widened in panic. The thought of performing such an act in front of thousands of viewers was infinitely more humiliating than anything she'd been made to do in the privacy of the mansion. Her mind raced. They'll judge her, oh god, what was she doing? But beneath the embarrassment, she loved it. With a shaky breath, she reached for the water bottle on her desk, her fingers trembling as she deliberately let it slip from her grasp, the plastic clattering loudly against the floor. She hesitated, her chest heaving with a mix of dread and anticipation. She stood up, pushed the chair away, then slowly bent over to retrieve it. The tight leggings stretched taut across her ass, the fabric outlining every curve and dip as she lingered in the position, her movements deliberate yet awkward, her face hidden from the camera but her body fully exposed to the chat.
"DID SHE JUST DO THAT?! That ass tho! Holy crap, Poki!"
"Moaning and bending over on stream? Poki, you're wild today. This mansion is the best thing that's ever happened to her"
"That bend was intentional, damn what I would give to be in that mansion."
Poki straightened up and sat back in her chair as she set the bottle back on the desk, her hands trembling uncontrollably. The embarrassment burned through her, amplified by the thousands of eyes witnessing her submission, the weight of their comments pressing down like a physical force. Her knees felt weak, her breath shallow, this is so much worse than anything before… but why does it feel good? She flashed another strained smile at the camera, her voice quivering as she tried to salvage the moment. "Uh, oops! Clumsy me—let's move on, shall we?" Her attempt to redirect was weak, her words faltering, but she pressed forward.
Thomas's grin grew into a full, triumphant smile, his hand tightening in Lily's hair as he savoured the moment. The power. Poki's public humiliation on screen, and Lily diligently sucking his cock beneath his desk. It was perfect. And things were just about to get even better.
Suddenly, the door to Poki's streaming room burst open, and Valkyrae made her entrance with a stride that commanded immediate attention. Her outfit consisted of a red crop top that clung to her chest, the fabric cut so short it exposed the underside of her breasts. The deep V-neck revealed even more of the topside of her tits, the material stretching slightly with each breath she took. It's paired with a black mini skirt so scandalously short it barely grazes her hips, the hem riding up with every step to expose the edge of her white lace panties, complete with a glistening wet spot. Around her neck gleamed the "Cumdump" collar as she sauntered toward Poki with a sway in her hips.
"Wow, Poki!" Valkyrae exclaimed, her voice a melodic blend of playful admiration and teasing warmth as she leaned against the desk, her skirt hiking up further to flash more of the damp fabric in a move that seemed almost accidental yet perfectly timed. "You're absolutely killing it with that outfit. I haven't seen this room before, it's so pretty in here! You've done such a good job with it all." She pivoted to face the camera, waving with exaggerated enthusiasm, her movements causing the wet spot to catch the light again in a fleeting, provocative glimpse. "Hey, chat! I am beyond pumped, seriously, over the moon, to be here. This place is wild. Poki has done such a good job! You guys are going to love what we have planned."
The chat, already unhinged by Poki's earlier performance, descended into utter madness at Rae's entrance, the flood of messages scrolling at a dizzying, almost unreadable pace:
"Two sluts in one stream? Poki and Rae are begging to be fucked raw. Look at those slutty outfits."
"Look at that wet spot on Rae's panties, someone's been getting off hardcore! I'd pound her senseless right now!"
"I'd bend both over and take turns."
"Rae's skirt is a total tease, flash those tits next, you know you're dying for the attention, you little minx!"
"Poki's ass and now Rae's panties, best stream ever, wish they would strip down naked and beg for it!"
Poki and Valkyrae, however, remained steadfastly oblivious to the torrent of degrading remarks. Poki managed a shaky smile, her flush deepening as she turned to Rae, her voice tinged with a mix of relief and gratitude at the distraction from her own predicament. "Thanks, Rae! You look incredible, too. Love that crop top. This place is unreal, right? The pool out back is like something from a magazine."
Rae chuckled, adjusting her skirt with a casual flick that only exposed the wet spot more, as if she were unaware of the exposure. Although she knew exactly what she was doing. "Totally! The gym setup is insane, state-of-the-art everything, and that home theatre? We're gonna have movie nights that last till dawn." Her eyes sparkled with genuine excitement.
Back in Thomas's room, he revelled in the uproar. He could order Poki to flash the stream in a moment of reckless abandon, demand Valkyrae post the most degrading pictures imaginable or command Lily to launch an OnlyFans career with content so explicit it would redefine her legacy. They were his to command, however he desired, their every move, every blush, every moan his to orchestrate and exploit. His hands locked around the back of Lily's head as he ruthlessly thrusted her mouth up and down along his cock.
The golden glow of the sunset had faded, leaving his room bathed in the soft blue light of evening filtering through the curtains. As he kept throat fucking Lily, he turned his eyes onto the monitor, Poki's stream continued.
On screen, Poki forced a smile, her hands trembling as she leaned toward her mic. "Alright, guys, let's wrap this up soon! Thanks for joining my comeback stream—it's been… wild!" Her laugh was shaky, her cheeks blazing from the vibrator's earlier pulses/
Rae grinned, her fingers trailing along Poki's arm, brushing the edge of her crop top. "Oh, come on, Poki, don't end yet! Chat's eating this up." Her voice was playful as she gave Poki's waist a light squeeze, her thumb grazing the bare skin above her leggings. "We haven't even mentioned that we might do a hot tub stream!" She winked at the camera.
Poki's blush deepened, her breath hitching. "Y-Yeah, we'll plan something fun!" she stammered, her voice cracking as she tried to redirect. Her thighs shifted under the desk, the vibrator inside her a constant threat, even now that it was silent. "It would be a shame not to use the pool, I guess." The chat raged on:
"RAE'S HANDS ON POKI? SHE'S SO RED!"
"Hot tub stream? These girls in bikinis? Take my money!"
"Poki's blushing hard."
Rae chuckled, her hand sliding to Poki's shoulder, giving a gentle squeeze before brushing her collar. "You're so tense, Poki," she teased, leaning closer, her breasts pressing against Poki's arm. "Relax, we're just hyping the collabs!" She kissed Poki's cheek, her lips lingering briefly.
Poki stiffened, her face burning. "H-Ha, thanks, Rae!" she managed, her voice high and shaky. Her hands gripped the desk, fighting to stay composed. The humiliation of Rae's touches in front of thousands was intense, but her body betrayed a flicker of arousal. "Rae is right, we're gonna have fun here, guys!" she forced out, her smile faltering.
In Thomas's room, Lily's eyes flicked to the screen, her breath catching as she saw Poki's flushed face and Rae's teasing. The sight stirred her own arousal, her body still buzzing from pleasing Thomas. She pulled up from his cock for a moment, taking deep breaths "Master… Poki's so embarrassed," she whispered, her voice soft with concern.
Thomas chuckled, stroking her hair, the bell on her collar jingling. "She's loving it, even if she's shy." He picked up the vibrator's remote, his thumb hovering over the controls. "Let's keep pushing her." His voice was low, dripping with sadistic delight.
On screen, Poki's body tensed, a soft gasp escaping as the vibrator hummed to life inside her. Her thighs clenched, her hands tightening on the desk as she tried to mask the sensation. "S-So, yeah, we'll have some awesome streams coming up!" she stammered, her voice wavering, her eyes fluttering briefly. Rae noticed, her grin widening as she squeezed Poki's shoulder again, her fingers brushing the edge of her crop top, lifting it slightly to expose more skin.
"You're looking a little warm, Poki," Rae teased, her voice playful, her hand sliding to Poki's waist, resting there lightly. "Excited for those collabs, huh?" She leaned closer, her breath warm against Poki's ear.
"POKI'S SQUIRMING! SOMETHING'S UP!"
"Rae's got her flustered as hell. Keep going!"
Poki's breath came in short, ragged gasps, her face crimson as the vibrator's low pulses built a slow, maddening heat inside her. She gripped the desk harder, her knuckles white, trying to focus on her words. "Y-Yeah! I'm so excited for all of this! It's going to be so much fun." The pleasure was building inside of her so quickly.
Thomas's eyes gleamed, his hand tightening in Lily's hair as he watched Poki struggle. "She's close," he murmured, his voice thick with satisfaction. He turned the vibrator up a notch, the pulses intensifying. Poki's reaction was immediate—a sharp, stifled moan slipped out, her body jerking slightly in her chair as her hips shifted, the pleasure mounting. "Oh!" she gasped, covering it with a shaky laugh. "Just… really excited, guys!" Her voice was high, unconvincing, her face burning as she fought to hold it together.
"WAS THAT ANOTHER MOAN? POKI'S LOSING IT!"
"She's acting weird. Bet she has a toy in her!"
"Never thought I would see the day these two finally came out as sluts."
Thomas's smirk widened, his cock throbbing as he guided Lily's head down. "Finish me off," he growled, thrusting into her mouth, her gag muffled as she took him deeper, her tongue swirling eagerly. He cranked the vibrator to its highest setting, and on screen, Poki's body jolted hard. A loud, desperate moan tore from her throat, raw and unfiltered, her eyes squeezing shut as her hips bucked against the chair. Her hands clutched the desk, knuckles white, as the intense vibrations pushed her over the edge. "Oh, god!" she gasped, unable to stop herself, her body shaking as an orgasm tore through her. Her thighs clamped together, her leggings visibly damp, her face contorted in pleasure and mortification.
The chat exploded:
"POKI JUST CAME ON STREAM?! WHAT THE HELL?!
"Best stream ever! Rae, make her do it again!"
"WHAT. Poki is so crazy for this. These clips will be shared everywhere."
Poki's eyes flew open, her breath ragged as she tried to recover. "S-Sorry, guys, I… got too excited!" she stammered, her hands shaking as she pushed her hair back, her face crimson. "Let's wrap this up!" She reached for the mouse, desperate to end the stream, her smile shaky but resolute.
Rae laughed, her hand resting on Poki's thigh, giving a light squeeze. "You're adorable when you're flustered," she teased, her voice playful as she leaned in for another cheek kiss, her lips brushing Poki's skin. "Chat, isn't she the cutest? We'll have more fun soon. Poki has to make up for this short stream with some proper content."
Poki's voice cracked as she ended the stream, completely ignoring Rae. "Thanks for watching, guys! See you soon!" Her hands trembled as she clicked off, the screen going dark, her face still burning with shame and lingering arousal.
In Thomas's room, Lily's eyes widened, her heart racing at Poki's unravelling. The sight of her public orgasm and Rae's teasing sent a jolt through her, her thighs pressing together. Thomas's hand tightened in her hair, his cock throbbing as he watched the chaos. "Good girl, Lily," he growled, his voice thick with lust. "You've been perfect." He thrust deeper into her mouth, her gags muffled as she took him, her tongue swirling eagerly.
With a deep groan, Thomas came, thick ropes of cum spilling down Lily's throat. She gagged but swallowed every drop, her eyes watering as she gripped his thighs, her body trembling with effort. She pulled back, gasping, a strand of saliva connecting her lips to his cock. "Did I do well, Master?" she whispered, her voice shaky but proud, her collar jingling.
"You were perfect, puppyslut," Thomas murmured, stroking her cheek, his chest heaving. He glanced at the dark monitor, the chat's frenzy still fresh in his mind. "Poki's stream was a masterpiece, and Rae played her part flawlessly." He patted his lap, and Lily curled against him, her breath steadying.