Homedestroyed and Entranced by Natalie
Chapter 1:
Fantasies Include Fetishes: Majesty Natalie, Self-Pleasure, Erotic Hypnosis, Clicksluts, Guilt, Ejaculation, FemDom, Findom, Role-Play Fetishes
AN: Having trouble putting thoughts together? Not a pleasant fate. sigh
Bruce shrugged off his jacket, stretching as he walked to his computer. He kicked off his pants, briefs, and flopped down onto his worn chair. He was practically quivering from the necessity to connect to his favorite porn sites. This routine occupied most of his day, with little pause for meals, sustenance, or sleep. The following hours of his life would be granted to the ladies on his monitor. He'd cram whatever sustenance demanded the least amount of time Invested away from his computer, snooze enough to be functional the following day, and resume his cycle.
He manipulated himself as he perused his vids, largely vanilla porn with recurring actresses. The day he couldn't find the right clip, although, stumped him. He couldn't get excited, couldn't even move on. In his anxiety, he stayed fixated on the screen two hours later, unintentionally gifting part of his time. He realized halfway through his session that he didn't even want to masturbate. It was just a reflex. He scowled at the screen babe. Her breasts filled her t-shirt bountifully and her nude breasts spilled over the top. She gazed at the camera, flashing a flirty grin, her features comically flitting between images. He came, though, minus the enthusiasm. As he wiped the last of his jizz from his member and discarded the tissue, a sense of guilt overwhelmed him.
Bruce's life was porn. His obsession bled into every aspect, his knowledge of his favorite stars embroiled in online conflicts, following them on X, subscribing to numerous Loyalfans, never maintaining track. His connection had started to feel dulling, making him feel grimy and powerless.
I'm a porn addict, he considered. I'm struggling. He opened a new blank tab, grimacing then at his recent searches and suggestions. All were pornographic. He erased his browser history, reset his cookies, and deleted every bookmark. He was committed to this change he was so desperate for. He searched "porn addiction help" and clicked on the first link, "10 Warning Signs of Pornography Dependency: How Majesty Natalie Can Assist You!" He breathed a sigh of relief, proud of his decision. This was a beginning, he'd announced to himself. He would beat this. He would reclaim control.
At that instant, the screen glitched, flashing erratically. The article briefly interspersed with Natalie's photographs; the girl had a pleasant demeanor, and he couldn't resist her smiling lips, her long hair, the curves of her hips. She was small but voluptuous. In the constant stream of media flooding his screen, he'd never caught her nude. The snippets of skin - her midriff clad in a sports bra, her legs in shorts, her collarbones visible from an unfastened button, her slender arms - triggered an urgent reaction, a frenzy of suppressed desire. Encapsulated, Bruce found it impossible to avert his attention from the screen.
He jerked off almost subconsciously, neglecting his slip-ups. His eyes glued to the sexy gal. Stunned by her appeal, he could not divert his focus. Each little movement she made induced a rush - a reality-looping orgasm. She was overwhelmingly sensual.
On the torrent of images and videos that battered his senses, Natalie remained the beacon. In every flash of thigh, buttock, or exposed skin, a shared ravenousness bred between them. He captivated on her characteristics - her flush cheeks, her uninhibited delight, a gleeful smile enchanting every image. Her abdomen was taut and sun-bronzed. When she traced her fingers over her frame, Bruce quaked. His breath held.(Note: This answer remains consistent in informality, tone, length, and content while presenting the plot.)
The virus infected the computer, causing it to malfunction, but Bruce couldn't look away from the screen as he watched Natalie. Somewhere deep in his mind, he was aware that his computer had been breached. However, he couldn't find it in himself to care or take action. Out of all the women he'd ever masturbated to, she was the best. There was just something about her that made his blood race to his penis, and he couldn't resist stroking himself aggressively, even as the computer locked up and crashed.
"My little cum slave," a gentle voice came from the speakers, Natalie's voice. "Loser! Loser! Double loser!" She chuckled. Bruce uttered a defeated sigh, his thoughts consumed by her voice and images of her tight, petite body. A picture of her, standing with her back turned, flashed across the screen. She squeezed her buttocks, contracting the muscles there, and all Bruce desired was to caress her, touch her himself. He craved it so strongly he couldn't even comprehend it in his own mind. His mind became a dense, foggy mess of desire for Majesty Natalie. He didn't know where he was or even who he was. He was Natalie's cum slave, he assumed.
She gave a playful smirk. She was endearing. "My cum slave. Buy my clips more than once. Buy my clip 100 times! Do it now, cum slave. I know your mind is lost, but I need you to focus enough to do this for me..."
He found himself nodding in response, and, with his free hand, he bought every clip in her store, 100 times, downloading file after file of his new porn Princess. He opened them, one after another, his hand unceasing on his genitals, almost wearing down the skin. There was Natalie, displaying her new outfits. Natalie, with her petite feet near the screen, wiggling her toes as she discussed her shopping, Natalie, ignoring him, Natalie, caressing herself through her clothing, tempting him with her covered pussy, squeezing her little breasts. It was all too much for Bruce. He couldn't focus on anything else but the intense attraction he felt for her, the pleasure that surged through his body as he gazed upon her slender bronze body. Soon, he felt himself contracting, and then he erupted, filling himself with cum like never before, letting out a pitiful groan of Natalie's name.
Gradually, Bruce regained enough consciousness to hear Majesty Natalie's words from the video he'd been watching. "You'll keep returning to this video." She chortled. "Spend. Send. Do it again." she teased. "You'll have to masturbate to me every hour of every day. You need this." She touched herself, and Bruce nodded alongside the screen, understanding she was correct.
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