Kinky Quill

She stared at her laptop screen, the glow of yet another rejection email casting a pale light on her tired face. “We regret to inform you…” the message began, and Clara didn’t need to read the rest. She closed the tab with a sigh, leaning back in her chair. The stack of unpaid bills on the corner of her desk seemed to grow taller every day, and her bank account balance was a number she could no longer bear to look at.

“Still nothing?” came a voice from the doorway. Clara turned to see her roommate, Jess, leaning against the frame, a bowl of cereal in hand. Jess was the kind of person who always seemed to have her life together, even when it was falling apart. 

“Nothing,” Clara replied, running a hand through her hair. “I’ve applied to every job I'm even remotely qualified for. This is a full-blown financial avalanche. I’m one missed payment away from losing my car.”

Jess walked over and plopped down on the edge of Clara’s bed, setting her cereal bowl aside. “What about streaming? You’ve been trying that, right? How’s that going?”

Clara groaned. “Don’t even get me started. Twitch is a nightmare. I’ve been streaming for months, and I’ve got, like, twelve followers. Half of them are bots. And OnlyFans? There’s even more competition. It’s impossible to stand out unless you’re doing things I'm really not willing to do.”

Jess sighed. “I can’t keep floating you. You already owe me two months rent and I can’t keep paying for both of us much longer.”

“Well I’ll tell you when I find a great job, or a site that pays you to not have sex on camera.”

Jess tilted her head, considering. “Now that you mention it I came across something like that. Let me dig up this article I saw.”

A few minutes later Clara was scanning through a tech story about a new game streaming platform partnering with a sex toy company. 

“So this Chastitech company sends me this belt, I wear it on stream while gaming. No one can really see anything, but people will pay to watch it?”

“Well the draw is that you can’t take it off. Plus you know … the vibrators.”

“What?!”

She jumped ahead to the bottom of the article where things suddenly became more clear. She’d be deliberately trapping herself in the belt and trying to earn pleasurable vibrations by publicly completing game challenges. 

It sounded crazy, but she had to consider it. The site was brand new, models were well paid, and she could maybe get in on the ground floor.

The package arrived on a Thursday, its plain brown wrapping giving no hint of the bizarre contents inside. With a sigh, Clara tore open the package. Inside was a sleek metal belt, its surface polished to a mirror shine. It looked more like a piece of high-tech equipment than a costume accessory. There were no obvious clasps or buckles—just a small, blinking LED light embedded in the front.

Clara turned the belt over in her hands, her unease growing. The idea of wearing something she couldn’t remove made her skin crawl, but if she was being honest with herself, she was running out of options.

An hour later, Clara sat at her desk, the metal belt securely fastened around her waist. It had clicked into place with a soft beep, the LED light glowing a steady blue. The weight of it was strange, a constant reminder of the commitment she’d made. Her gaming setup was ready, her camera angled to capture both her face and the belt prominently in the frame. As she went live, a handful of viewers trickled into the chat.

Clara forced a smile, trying to ignore the knot of anxiety in her stomach. “Hey, everyone! Welcome to my first ChastiStream. As you can see, I’m wearing this… uh, special accessory. It’s locked, and it won’t come off for the next six hours.”

The chat lit up with laughter and encouragement, though many seemed to feel that this was a particularly short time to be locked up. Clara took a deep breath and launched into the game, a fast-paced platformer that required precise timing and quick reflexes. At first, everything went smoothly. The belt was uncomfortable, but not unbearable, and the novelty of the setup seemed to be drawing in more viewers. 

She beat the first level and suddenly felt a light vibration right on her clit. She jolted in surprise, slamming her knees into the bottom of her desk. The chat lit up as viewers laughed at her reaction. She had to laugh at herself as well. She continued playing, and was pleased by how well things were going. People were trickling in and out, but the overall viewer count was slowly rising. She quickly realized that performing skilled combos and trick shots also gave reward vibrations. Soon she was blazing through each level, panting and moaning with each success, and cursing at each setback and failure. 

The sporadic vibrations continued to push her arousal higher and higher. As she neared the end of her lock time, she was breathing heavily, completely focused on the game. She started fighting a boss battle. She dodged its attacks and returned fire, landing shot after shot. As her combo count grew higher and higher, the vibrations rose in power, pulsing with the rhythm of the game. With a final shot the boss went down and the vibrations increased. They continued to rise as the game added up her time and combo bonuses. It was too much. She gripped the desk, grunting and moaning as she came. The vibrator didn’t let up. Clara grabbed the waistband and tried to pry the vibrator away from her clit, but couldn’t budge it at all. She came again with a scream. Finally the vibrations stopped as the game loaded the next level. She collapsed in her chair exhausted. Luckily there were only a few more minutes left on her scheduled stream, so she was able to say some hasty goodbyes and sign off. 

As soon as she finished, Jess burst into the room. “Wow! That was great! Did you see your subscription numbers?”

“You were watching?!” Clara asked, mortified that someone she knew had seen her in such a state. 

“Well I had it open in another tab, but I sure caught the ending. They loved you.  If you can keep up these numbers, you’ll almost have enough to pay your rent at the end of the month.”

Clara sighed. It was a great success for the first day, but it didn’t exactly save her from all her money problems. 

“Hey don’t worry, there’s lots of ways you can earn some more. Right now you’re just getting paid from tips and some ad revenue, but there’s other ways. I was thinking you could use the lock voting system. Let people pay to vote how long you stay locked up next time. That looks like where the real money is.”

Clara considered it, It wouldn’t kill her to extend the stream a little bit. She definitely needed the extra money.

Clara started the next stream locked into her belt. Only an hour to start, but the number quickly started to climb. By the time voting had ended the countdown timer read three days and viewers had paid hundreds of dollars for all those votes. 

This day’s stream went about the same as the last one. The belt continued to reward her when she played well, but at this harder level she was having trouble stringing together enough successes to get over the edge and cum. After 8 hours of streaming and edging with no orgasms, she decided to call it a day. 

Jess met her in the kitchen with a huge smile. “Great work again. If you can keep the viewers steady, we can hold about even on bills, and with the money from the lock timer votes, we can even pay down some debts.”

Clara felt a weight being lifted. “It’s a weird job, but I guess whatever pays the bills. I need to get out of this thing and take a shower.”

Jess frowned. “You can’t take it off. There’s still more than 2 days on the timer. 

“That’s just for the stream.”

“It’s not. People paid good money to keep you locked up. You open that belt now, and it all gets refunded automatically. I think there might actually be extra penalties as well.”

“I’m doing ok on just the subscriber money.”

Jess stomped across the room, and got right in Clara’s face. “You owe me thousands of dollars! We’re a month behind on rent!  I've had to save every last dollar I’m making just to scrape together enough to keep us from getting evicted. This is the first real contribution you’ve made in almost a year, and I’m not losing it just because you can’t go three days without playing with yourself.

People aren’t paying to watch you play video games. They’re paying to control a horny slut that desperately wants an orgasm. So if you want one so bad, get back on the stream and earn one!”

Clara slunk back to her room still in her belt. She couldn’t help tugging on the belt and trying to get free. She’d spent hours edging and vibrating herself and she was going absolutely crazy. No matter how she squirmed and twisted her pussy remained locked away.

She still didn’t cum on day two. Her wet pussy and throbbing clit was getting to be distracting. All the little reward vibrations felt great, but she was getting so horny she could barely think straight. 

The 3rd day she switched to an online shooter, partly for a change of pace and partly because she needed something that didn’t require too much thinking. 

In this game the rewards came much faster.  Each kill on an enemy player activated the vibrator at a low level and kept it on until she died. If she could string together a few kills without dying, the vibrations would raise in intensity. At first it seemed like it was going to be a lot easier to cum, but the game was fast paced, and going more than a minute without getting killed by something, was surprisingly difficult. It was incredibly frustrating to have the vibrations keep increasing, only to suddenly cut out unexpectedly. 

It didn’t take long before she was a sweaty horny mess. It wasn’t hard to get some kills, so the vibrator was on most of the time. But it was hard to play well enough to get it to a satisfying speed. Finally after hours of edging herself over and over again, she managed to get onto a hot streak. She caught a few enemies from behind. A lucky grenade killed two more. The vibrator was going wild. If she could just survive a little longer, she’d finally have some relief. Her screen filled with explosions as she was killed by an airstrike. The vibrator turned off, leaving her dangling on the edge.

“THIS IS FUCKING BULLSHIT!!” she screamed, as she threw her controller across the room. She grabbed the waistband of the belt and tried to force it open. It stayed as solid as ever. She composed herself and looked up the stream chat. It was flooded by laughing and wide eyed emojis. “LOL She must be so horny”, “What a slut!!”, “OMG is she crying?” Others offered words of encouragement or commented on how sexy the whole situation was. 

With a few hours to go on the stream, she reluctantly retrieved her controller and continued playing. The game and belt continued to drive her to new levels of frustration. No matter how aggressively or carefully she played, she couldn’t seem to both get the kills required to turn up the vibrator, and survive long enough to actually enjoy it. When the belt finally unlocked she was barely even thinking of anything except cumming. Without a second thought she ripped the belt open and began openly fingering herself on stream. The orgasm was the best thing she had ever felt. Then she looked at the monitor and saw herself, legs flung over the armrests of her chair, moaning and screaming like a total slut. 

She did her best to regain some dignity and reminded everyone she’d be streaming again the next day and encouraging them to like and subscribe. 

Clara avoided Jess that night, just hoping she hadn’t been watching this particular stream, but knowing she probably had. Jess was treating this like a real investment and had taken a special interest in keeping things running smoothly. 

Just before bed, Jess knocked on Clara’s door and asked to speak to her. 

“I’m sorry about snapping on you before. I've been really stressed about all these bills and kind of freaked out when it looked like we were going to be losing all that money. Thanks for sticking with it.”

“I understand. The whole thing isn’t so bad, but I’m not sure I’m really down for such a long lockdown.”

Jess looked thoughtful. “Seeing you horny and frustrated is what’s really attracting viewers, and those people paying to keep you locked up longer are where you’re earning most of your money. If we take that away you might lose a lot of them.”

She snapped her fingers. “I know! We’ll just increase the amount of money they have to pay to keep you locked up. They’ll still be happy they can have some control, but your current subscriber count shouldn’t be able to pay enough to keep you locked more than a day, maybe two at the most. I still have all the account info from when I helped you set it up. I’ll just log in and make the changes.  ”

Clara was relieved that Jess was so understanding and that things should still work out financially. She went to sleep happy that everything was under control.

The next day Clara sat in her belt watching the votes tick up. In minutes she had rocketed past the previous three day record. By the time the voting window closed, it had topped out at over two weeks. Numbly she went through the first half of her stream. When she had a chance to take a break, she dashed over to Jess’s room. 

“Jess what the hell happened?! I thought you were going to price everyone out of this sort of thing.”

Jess held up her phone. “You’re a meme.”

Clara took it and scrolled through page after page of memes using her face. The top half had a picture of her face mid orgasm, the bottom had a picture when she was in the middle of her frustration fueled tantrum. Next to each were sports teams, political views, opinions on food, fashion and anything else the creator wanted to draw a compassion between. 

“Someone made this after your last stream, and it went viral. You hit the front page of reddit, and you were trending on twitter. Your subscriber count has exploded. Enough new people were willing to pay the inflated price.”

“I can’t do two weeks in this thing!”

“Stay cool for now. Keep running the stream, and I’ll talk to the Chastitech company and see if there’s something we can do to manage this.They’ll have to agree this is out of the ordinary.”

Clara nodded and went back to finish the stream. When she finished she went to meet Jess.

“Please tell me you have some good news.”

“Well there’s good news and bad news. The good news is that in two weeks you’ll have completely eliminated all of your debt. The bad news is that Chastitech is pretty excited at your success and doesn’t want to help. In fact they got pretty threatening. You’re the most famous person on their site now. It’ll look bad if you suddenly quit and they have to refund all these people. They’re threatening to sue if you damage the company’s reputation.”

Clara couldn’t believe what she was hearing. “Can they do that?” 

Jess shrugged “They probably wouldn’t win, but they’re a huge company and we can’t pay for a lawyer. I think you just need to do this.”

As Clara tried to stay brave and return to her streaming, Jess couldn’t help a sly smile. She might have overstated the severity of Chastitech’s response, and possibly understated the amount of money Clara’s account was making. But it was too profitable for her to stop now, and she afterall didn’t Clara owe her this? She doubted Clara was going to make it the full two weeks, but at this point the passwords were changed, and Clara had no control of the account or her belt. It was all now controlled by a new corporation with Jess as CEO and majority shareholder and Clara as the sole employee. Clara hadn’t agreed of course, but Jess was sure she could get her to sign a few papers without looking too closely. She just had to wait a few days till the edging and horniness had taken their toll. With the way she was acting after three days it should be easy.

There was a scream of frustration from the next room as Clara was denied yet again. Jess laughed to herself “Keep it up Clara, this is great for business.”