An abrupt embarrassment

After watching James writhe on the bed, lost in his unending orgasm, listening to his moans of pleasure, for what felt to James like forever, but in reality was much closer to ten minutes, the mystery viewer finally messaged again.

Stop cumming. Feel all physical pleasure stop. No aftershocks, no afterglow. Become fully alert, completely aware of what you've been doing for the past ten minutes. Do not leave your bed, just sit up to face me once you're ready to move.

Suddenly, James felt his orgasm end. He felt disoriented for a moment, and then he realized that he had been moaning and masturbating on camera, giving a show to someone who knew him. He felt his whole body blush with embarrassment. He took his fingers out of his holes and tried to get up to go wash, but instead found himself simply sitting up on the edge of the bed, facing his computer again. He could see his naked body reflected, reminding him that he still had breasts, in addition to the vagina that had filled his thoughts until moments ago. He could barely look at himself, too embarrassed to even acknowledge what he looked like.

Good girl, James. Don't worry, we've still got plenty of time together.