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.
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..."
