The Cucky Kip Channel (bi)
Dot came skipping into the room. Well, not literally, but that's how excited she was, "We did it, we hit 250,000 subscribers!"
Looking at my stamps with a loop I responded, "Huh what are you on about?"
"I Posted our videos, at first just to earn a few dollars. But then it was a thrill when people subscribed, or commented. Now we're monetized and we're on our way to a million viewers." Thrilled, she clapped her hands, practically jumping up and down. It's one of the things I love about my wife: how her enthusiasm dwarfs my introversion.
Even I knew a million viewers would be a lot. "How much money did you make?"
"Oh, at first it was just ten dollars a vid, or a hundred dollars here or there. But now one of our videos netted five thousand."
"Dollars?"
"Yea."
"Total?"
"No, a month."
"Wait a minute, you've been posting videos of us and you've been making a thousand dollars a month?"
"Haven't you been listening? One video made five thousand a month. And there's more than one video. But it's too soon to call it a trend. We need to keep the momentum going."
"I didn't know Youtube paid that much. But who in their right mind wants to watch you with your leathercrafts or me with my stamp collecting?"
She smiled wickedly, "Oh, you'd be surprised... I made a video with your newest stamp, and that's the one that got us the most views."
"Well, it is a very special stamp. The Scott 613 press production was supposed to..."
"Shhhhh, no one cares about that." She placed her sexy finger to my lips, "No one. And Youtube wouldn't pay for that video."
"But you said our video made a lot of money?"
"I know. It's not on Youtube. It's Porncool."
I was stunned. Frozen.
"Uh, er, um, people have seen what we do?" I fretted because we're into something that's pretty kinky. Not at all normal. See, in the privacy of our own home I have a need for pain and humiliation.
Then a bigger fear possessed me, "They've seen my... part?"
"Oh, baby, of course they've seen your little weeny. It wouldn't be much of a porn video if there weren't private bits shown."
I thought about the outfit she normally has me wear. A full leather head mask and more recently a penis cage. It would be the reason I didn't know she made videos: the way it blocked my vision.
Then I thought about the outfits she wears, a full-body skin tight leather bodysuit and a sexy lace face mask.
Hers was stylish, sexy, and basically covered anything private. Mine exposed everything I had, except luckily my face. Hers was bossy and strong while mine was emasculating and humiliating.
How else did you think I'd earned the money to get the two-cent president Harding stamp you've wanted for so long?
I thought about it. Right, how else could we have afforded a $1,500 stamp? Why didn't I ask that question before? Oh right, because she gave it to me just before the first time she tried out cock and ball torture and I got just a little - distracted.
"So you earned $1500 for the stamp from videos?"
"Not at all, Baby." She tapped her foot quickly, trying to decide just what to tell me, then added, "I bought the $8,500 version of the Harding stamp. Using it in the video made it tax deductible. And the theme of the video, as you know, was ball crushing."
I could never forget it! I pushed all thoughts about the stamp aside, I was crushed again but in a different way, "So PEOPLE saw you stepping on my balls?
"Saw it!? That was our channel's third most popular video. The shiny red stripper pumps... the anguished regret... People come back to see it again and again."
I felt weak, "Channel? Tell me more about that."
"Ok. Our channel is called The Cucky Kip and Mistress Maeve Channel. It's all our best videos edited and spliced together to tell an ongoing story."
"You, you used my real name - but not yours?"
"Of course. Yours is a perfect alliteration for Cucky. Mistress Dot just doesn't have the same ring. Besides, you've been calling me Mistress Maeve for months now."
This was too much for me. I needed a strong drink. But when I got to the liquor cabinet there was a padlock on it. Not only did it have a brand new lock on it, but there was a camera pointed right at me as I desperately tried to anesthetize my feelings with booze.
I whined, "You're filming this, now?"
"Natch! It's the reaction vid where you learn the truth."
All the strength drained from my body and I just slumped to the floor right there in the living room.
I was mortified. I needed to run away and hide. I knew I would feel sheltered in my outfit, "Where's my hood?
"Don't worry. I'll blur out your face until the big reveal."
This was sounding worse and worse.
"There. There. Let mistress Maeve take care of you." Dot picked me up by the arm, guiding me into the playroom.
Numbed, I let her place the hood on my head, zipping it up and shutting out all light. I stood passively as she stripped me naked.
Then a scary thought intruded on my thoughts, "Is there a camera right now?"
"Always."
I almost cried, "Are you gonna step on my balls today?"
"Don't be silly. There's a progression. Remember how a year ago we started with toy handcuffs? Then real ropes? Then The Pain Chair?"