It doesn't feel as long as it has been that I started watching a streamer by the name of Stronny Cuttles. A siren that can't sing, but she doesn't need to as you'll see later. If there was any indication that she was marketing herself as a girlfriend experience oriented streamer, I missed it. That's important because typically the girlfriend experience leaves the audience of the girl with the expecation that she will remain single for them. Expectations however, are a two way street. You see, I myself was already happily involved with a woman at the time. By the time I realized what her target audience was, I had already found myself developing feelings for her. Not in the same way that I loved my girlfriend, but I was still telling Stronny that I loved her along with the rest of the commenters on her live streams. I mostly kept my relationship to myself during streams, but one of my mistakes was not doing the same across my other social media accounts. Another mistake was participating in what's known as sending a "tribute" to Stronny. A tribute in this context is when a viewer records himself masturbating, his voice during the act, or even spilling the "results" of his endeavors upon a picture or piece of merchandise featuring her likeness. These tributes are sent via an anonymous messaging website, which is really the only line of direct communication between the fans and the talents. Some people, including me, would sign the messages they send. Against my better judgement, I decided to take part. Just an audio so even if something happens and it gets out I could easily dismiss this as someone who sounds like me. I recorded an audio that I hoped she might like and sent it with a message. I decided to leave my signature out of the message this time since that would be a point of incrimination in the unlikely even of a leak occurring. I would've forgotten about it, even.
The issue is that Stronny was paying attention to the writing styles of the messages she sent. She must've recognized my wording or something, because a couple of days later after sending it I opened my social media account to find direct messages in my inbox. I had to double check the account that sent it to make sure it was really her. "Heyyy Jason~" was the first startling message, mostly since I never not once used my actual name on my accounts. She must've gotten that information from reading receipts in the donations I've sent her. Regardless the second message was a copy of the audio I sent her and the third read "Unless you want your poor little girlfriend to know what you've sent me, you need to come to the convention and meet me there. Okay? It's the one that's coming up near you" with a link to the convention, for the details on when and where it will be. Weighed down by the pit in my stomach I tried to consider my options. In my hesitation a new message appeared, a screenshot of her leaving a like on one of my fiancées posts. Stronny already knew who she was, and easily send it to her. "Okay? What do you want?" I send to her. Not needing to wait very long for her response she sends "I want to talk, I want to know why one of my little reeflings is unfaithful to me. You'll be there, or I'll let your girlfriend know all about how much you love me~" Breaking into a cold sweat, I replied "Okay I'll be there." Normally being told you're going to meet an entertainer you watch is exciting news. This only left me with deathly dread. I received another message "Good, another thing, be alone when you actually come to meet me." I figured that was coming.
The day of the convention slowly crawled along, dragging me through the excruciating anticipation the entire time. It eventually came, and when it did it felt like the anxiousness alone was going to kill me. A new message making my phone go off instigated a question out of my to-be wife. "Ah just an online buddy of mine that's all, hey could you go get us some drinks?" I ask as I hand her some money. After agreeing she walks off, leaving me alone and ready to confront Stronny. Checking the message she sent, it was a map of the convention building with a location marked with a red 'X' and a winking emoji. I respond with a thumbs up and being making my way to the marked location. Once I arrive there I send another message to let her know I've made it. I don't think I think I had to wait very long, my last memory of the convention was cut off by a rag being shoved over my face. Without thinking I inhaled the fumes from being startled, and then darkness took over.
When I awoken I was blindfolded with my hands restained but I also found myself resting against a warm softness. "Oh, finally, you're awake." I hear an all too familiar voice say. I go to say something but find a finger placed against my lips as Stronny shushes me. "Now now, I know what I told you but I don't need you to tell me about yourself, I already found that out. I just needed a reason to get you close, so I could take you in." I suddenly feel something grasping at my belt buckle. For a moment I struggle, but a soft arm around my neck holds me tightly, threatening to cut off my breathing. "Hold still, little reefling, I'm just going to teach your body who it really belongs to." She unbuckles my belt, then opens the button, and finally pulls down the zipper slowly. Agonizingly slowly, as I feel the breath of a soft giggle come from her mouth. Her warmth causing my body to slacken and the blood in my body to rush where her hand is trailing. Pulling down my boxer briefs she runs her fingers along my stiffening body. "Oh my. Maybe you won't have to learn for very long if you're already this responsive." she coos as she grasps my now fully erect member. After a few soft gentle strokes she lets go, warranting a grunt from me, and pulls away from me allowing my head to rest against the bed she has me on. "Now that you're ready, I can drill this lesson into you." I hear her say as her voice circles around me. I feel the bed shift slightly and then weight on either side of myself. I start to push myself away with my legs but a sudden weight crashes into my stomach as Stronny drops herself onto me. "Nope, you're not getting out of this. I'm going to show you that you're mine, your body already knows it as evident by your little tentacle down there. I just need to teach your mind that as well." She says as she rips the blindfold off me, meeting my eyes with her soft glowing purple spirals. That's how she enthralls you, you see her eyes when she's using them like that, and you're trapped in her spell. All the fight in my mind and body vanish, my thoughts come to a dead stop, and my breathing slows to an even flow. "That's right my little reefling, relax and learn that you're mine and only mine." she says as I fail to notice her hips slowly lowering to mine. Suddenly I feel a wet, pleasant warmth against my crotch, making me throb in need and whimper out of a steadily receding fear being replaced by desire. "Almost there now, just need to get you in" She angles my other head into position as she pushes her body into mine, uniting our bodies for the first of many times. A mix of shame and arousal feebly escape my lips in a whine. "There we are. All snuggled up to each other nice and close." she says, just before starting to rock her hips up and down. My legs reflexively buck into her while riding me. Several long minutes later she's panting and enjoying herself, yet she maintains a deadlock stare into my eyes that I simply can't bring myself to break. I feel her walls contract against me several times, evidence of orgasms that she alone experiences. After an eternity inside her she eventually stops. "Ahn, that's enough for me. You, you'll get yours when you're ready." she explains while her lips curl into a menacing grin. I never thought I'd be so desperate in a situation like this, but I actually tried pushing my hips upward to get back into her as she raises herself off of me. I was quickly stomped back down by her foot. "No you don't, you're not ready for it, not yet my sweet." I hate thinking about it, but that first time I think I felt a tear leave my eye. I say the first time, because it seemed like once a day she would do this. Just using my body for her pleasure, day after day until my mind swimming in heat became the norm for me.
Finally after weeks, maybe months, she starts allowing me out of the bedroom. Supervised of course, Stronny seemed hell bent on making sure I don't get any kind of release. She had me doing chores, denying me of our nightly ritual if I refused, did them improperly or misbehaved in some way. I never had to ask for water, and she did take care of feeding me, even if it wasn't as much as I would've liked. It felt like she was starving me, but now I know she was making me lose weight. I don't know how long it has been since she made sure to keep me away from any electronics or communications of any kind. It went on like that for what felt like more months. Until eventually today Stronny left the television running while I was cleaning up her home. She paused it and motioned her hand towards me to approach her. I put down the things I was holding and walk to her, and with a swift grab of her hand, I'm sitting on the couch between her legs. Before I could ask what she's doing she's already pulling my clothes off my legs. "Just relax again okay? I have a special session for today" she says as I lean into her, sighing out resignation to the pleasure I'm about to receive. Her fingers tracing along my rod stiffens it in no time as she reaches a hand up to my chest to pinch a nipple with her free hand. Whimpering I can do nothing but grip at her thighs, as anything else would likely instigate punishment. Her hand going up and down until I'm once again throbbing in it. I whimper as an orgasm builds that I know won't come. "Reefling, would you like release for today?" she asks me as she stops everthing she's doing, as if waiting for my answer. I freeze as I realize this is the first bit of agency she's given me this entire time. However, with my body screaming in need do I really have a choice? "Y-yes please YES!" I desperately plead to her. "Very well, but if you really want it, you're going to watch a little show with me now, okay?" I nod my head frantically "Y-yes Stronny please just let me cum, I need it so fucking bad." She laughs to herself as she grabs the TV remote and presses play. On it a news story is playing. A missing person report. "Look, you're on the telly." Stronny gleefully exclaims while pointing at it with her free hand. The other hand goes back to work to bring my orgasm close. She's right, a picture of myself flashes on the screen as I watch in horror. A soft "no" escapes my lips as a video begins playing of my family and girlfriend taking turns begging whoever has taken me to give me back to them. My focus on it is broken as a spike of pleasure ripples through my body. "No no, you want to cum? You keep your eyes on them. You may cum, but only if you're watching them. If you do that, you're free to cum whenever you want." she says while using her free hand to hold my face toward the TV. I feel her other hand quicken its strokes against my flesh faster than I've ever felt her before. She wants me to cum like this. I don't even get the time to respond as she wraps her legs against mine to spread them as far as they'll go, biting into my shoulder as she does. The video focuses on my girlfriend, who's crying at this point begging for me to come home. Tears streaming down my face, I only get the chance to push out a "no" as my body lights up in a pleasure I haven't felt in so long. A pleasure that I ached for until this moment. A pitiful wail of a sob and moan leave me while underneath it all, Stronny is reassuring me and reminding me how good I am. "It's okay, your punishment is over now. You're mine, never forget that." she reassures me, kissing the spot she bit into moments before.
Climbing off the couch from behind me, she retrieves a rag and cleans both of us up, and putting my clothes back onto me. I get up to my feet but before I can say anything Stronny takes me by the hand and leads me to the front door of her home. "Now, I hope you've learned your place in this world, as MY reefling." she tells me as she opens the door. Walking off she says to me "You're free to go now, you're in Australia and I've put plenty of money in your wallet to help you get back home...IF that's what you still want." I can feel that siren's smile from behind her even if I can't see it. She stops at the entrance to her living room as if waiting for a response. I know what she's doing. But I can't do anything but what she wants now. I slowly grab the door knob, and shut the door as I walk back to her. I drop to my knees just behind her and lay my head against her backside. "Good little reefling" she coos as she pats my head.