Sarah helps out by binding Sarah on camera

Sarah had a way of putting things in perspective. After not quite holding back her giggles while watching me untie myself from my chair, we sit and chat about the experiment. She watched the end of the stream and admitted I was so far threading the needle of not being too overtly sexual or adult. But at the same time, I’d already met my limitations. Per Sarah, binding my arms made me struggle the most as it interrupted more of my natural movements than anything else. But I couldn’t bind my arms any further by myself. About the only thing I could add were bindings to my legs.

I nod along, agreeing with her assessment. “Yeah, that’s true. I think I’ll still be able to intrigue the audience with it though even if it doesn’t get any more risqué or limiting. I mean, the profit from these nights could plateau out and it would still be a major increase to my normal nights.”

Sarah smiled that scheming smile of hers and agreed with me. After giving me a kiss goodnight and a promise to talk more about it in the morning she left me alone to finish up my uploads and get ready for bed. I’m not sure if Sarah had maybe intended on sex but decided against it at the last minute, or changed her mind on what my devotional would be, but I had the rare night of no devotional or sex. But much like Pavlov’s dogs, I was still aroused as I drifted off to sleep.

The morning rolls around as normal. I try to get into my stretches and exercise as it’s Monday morning, but I still can’t fill the void that Marley has left. I’m just not nearly as encouraging as he was. When my workout is done and I’m sitting down to breakfast, Sarah joins me and lays out her plan to help my bondage streaming. Even as she tells me what her idea is, trying to be cool and diplomatic about it, I can see that the idea turns her on. That she’s excited about it. And she should be, as her idea is to help me out by tying me up herself.

We still agree that we shouldn’t appear on each other’s streams, but cropping and having her back to the camera can leave her face out of it. Wearing different clothes and pulling her hair up into a bun should mean no one could identify her as DragonGirl069. I’d be left with an anonymous woman binding me up for my audience.

We talk about it through the day, making our own boundaries and schemes so that we can entice without going too far. I even come up with a good way to entice people to tip more when I’m out of control. Sarah agrees wholeheartedly and by midafternoon I’m sending out teasing social media posts to help generate interest.

The final prep for the stream is getting me ready. While I’d love to have my hair up in my standard twin high ponytails, I know that at some point my head is going to be bound to the back of the chair, so I style my hair into a low ponytail that won’t interfere with anything coming across my forehead. I imagine a crop top that would show off my belly would be absolutely perfect, but I still want to hide away my tattoo, which hasn’t started fading at all yet, so I go for a pink t-shirt that I’ve cut a long deep v neck into. My girls will still be on display for my audience. And finally, as I’m not sure how much struggling I’ll do and won’t have the ability to tame my skirt if it gets out of control, I opt to stream in a pair of tight shorts.

Sarah agrees that the shorts are probably best, but that means I won’t be able to stream with my cage on. So, just before the stream is ready to roll, I’m in the bathroom while Sarah unlocks my cage. I’ve worn it a few times now so I’m quick enough to give myself a quick wash and then put the chastity clip on my penis. Even as I grow aroused at the image I make in the mirror, I marvel at how simply effective it is. Just by pulling up my particularly tight panties and tight shorts, there’s no sign of any masculine feature. I’m left with a simple camel toe. It certainly won’t be comfortable being locked away like this, but the image I can project will be totally worth it.

When I start the stream I dive right into it, letting everybody know that I’m going to be experimenting a little more with rope. I don’t even offer up a tip donation amount to get started and instead just add that any tips are appreciated and show me that I should continue with the rope content. I can spot Sarah out of the corner of my eyes as I work the rope around my chest again, both above and below my breasts, while I chat with the audience. I again keep the chat almost completely separate from what I’m doing, and we end up chatting about fighting games. I almost tip out of my chair at one point as I have to heave myself forward to get my hands on my pro controller to show off how I like to play the games.

When I’m as bound as I was the other night, I put on Avenue Fighter VI and show how I still have enough room to comfortably hold the controller. Being tied up doesn’t affect my gaming at all and the only limitation is that drink breaks take longer as I have less reach with my arms. After several rounds of me showing off how good I am at the game… not great but certainly no amateur…

The tips seem to be going smoothly. As expected it’s more than a normal game streaming session, but not as much as when I called out specific amounts to be tipped. Now the experiment begins. I flip the view so that my audience will see me full screen while the game sits in the small picture-in-picture window. Leaning in I grin, the butterflies in my stomach more than likely adding to the sly look and ask if the audience would like to see me use some more rope.

The response is immediate as the chat erupts with people asking for more. It goes even more wild when I tell them that I’ve brought a friend over to lend a hand. When Sarah walks up behind me and is on screen, her shoulders and head are completely cropped out. With the loose Star Wreck sweatshirt she has on, she shouldn’t be identifiable as herself at all. I keep chatting with the audience while Sarah gets to work, first by tightening up the bindings on my upper arms. I was bound before, but only loosely. I probably could have gotten my arms free by simply wiggling back and forth. But now the knots are tight. Not uncomfortably so, but tight enough that they’re not coming off without someone’s direct intent. Next, much to the audience’s approval, come my legs.

Sarah turns her back to the camera and crouches down to one side. She’s able to pull my leg up under the seat and then tie my ankle to the arm rest. It’s nowhere near as tight as my arms, but without my arms available for my use, there’s no way I’d be able to free my leg on my own. As soon as my other leg is similarly bound, I realize that I’m more incapacitated than I initially thought I’d be. With my legs bound up to the seat cushion, I’m no longer able to move my chair. At best I could thrust my weight forward and back and might be able to move myself a few inches, but there’s no smooth moving of my feet available now.

I try to keep my nerves in check, showing the audience I’m enjoying myself and having a good time. I hold my arms up and wink at the audience, letting them know that I’m now going to lose the ability to reach the keyboard and mouse entirely. Again, the audience goes crazy, recognizing that I’m now completely in my assistant’s control while Sarah slowly and deliberately binds each of my forearms to the chair’s arm rests. I can still bend my wrists inward and get my hands close together, but my outstretched fingers are still a couple inches from each other.

As Sarah moves behind me and pulls my head to the chair, winding rope around my forehead to bind my head to the back of the headrest, I start chatting casually with the audience. I try to keep my voice light enough that if someone was just listening in, they wouldn’t suspect I was being bound up like in a horror movie. Or a porno. But I’m not sure how successful I am. I’m almost certain I’m able to keep my nervousness out of my voice, but there’s another feeling I didn’t expect. Arousal. Being bound up like this by Sarah is so damned erotic. I can feel myself pushing against the clip in my panties and have to consciously not try to flex down there as I’m fairly sure it might show up on camera. To give myself any relief at all, I simply rock back and forth as much as the ropes will allow me. Which isn’t a lot. And looks sexy in and of itself. Which turns on my audience. And me. And seeing the audience get excited, gets me even more turned on.

It's quite the vicious circle and I start contemplating ending the stream early.

The thing that changes my mind is a glance down at the tip total for the night. I’m on par with when I asked for tips to see more bondage. Even without asking for it, the audience is ponying up. With a smirk and a side eye glance at Sarah… side eye being the only glance I can make, bound as I am… I take up a suggestion from the audience. “Okay boys, let’s play a game. I think I can hold a controller, just not as good as I could with my arms free. Let’s see if I can win my way out of these ropes.

Sarah, seeing where this is going, pulls the controller over to me and sets it in my left hand. Getting my grip in position I stretch my right hand over and can just barely get the controller in place so that my fingers and thumbs can get to all the buttons. It will be quite the strain to play like this, but that’s the point. They like to see a struggle, so I’ll show them a struggle. Only this time, there will be stakes behind it.

“Here’s what we’re going to do. For each round of Avenue Fighter I win, my assistant takes a binding off. Each piece off will give me more breathing room which will let me play better. But you, my sweet sweet playful audience, can counter it if you want.”

I give an exaggerated wink before going on. “For every $200 tipped, my assistant will ADD more bindings. And yes, if you donate $200 before I win a single round, I’ll get MORE bindings on than I have now. Ready? GO!”

Leaving them without time to put their audience group mind together should give me an advantage and Sarah is right there to help. She uses the keyboard up to start a new game and I start playing. While I can see the game full screen on one monitor, my audience will still only see it smaller in a picture-in-picture window. Let’s face it, they don’t want to see the game, they want to see me STRUGGLING to play the game!

I know I have to be stretching my audience, with three bondage nights all in just a few days I imagine some of these audience members have donated hundreds of dollars individually. But they rise to the occasion. For about a half hour, we go back and forth. I’m honestly struggling as it’s not easy to play the game like this. I finally win a round before they donate enough to get me tied up further, but only a minute after Sarah frees my forehead, they’ve tipped enough to bind it back up. Untie, retie. Untie, retie. Sarah keeps it interesting as she doesn’t untie the same part twice in a row and it even allows me to slowly stretch out various parts of my body. Strikingly, having my legs bound like this poses the biggest threat as I feel a cramp developing in both of my calves.

About forty-five minutes in, it’s clear that the audience is going to make a breakthrough and donate enough for Sarah to add a new binding to me. When she slips quietly out of the room, I barely have enough concentration to wonder where she’s going. When she comes back in though, she has a box that she sets on the desk, outside of the cameras and audience’s eyes. As soon as the audience wins, and I lose my round I let out a sigh and tell the audience we’ll take a quick break to figure out what my next binding will be.

When I look over at Sarah, I get an honest scare. She’s holding up a piece of bondage equipment I’d read about but have never seen. Even in porn videos, I’d never seen a gag like this. Once in, it would look like any other ball gag, jacking my mouth open wide and strapped around my head. But the inside was a wicked mold of a penis. A penis gag. I feel my heart rate skyrocket as I imagine what it would be like to be bound with that in my mouth. Worse, having it in my mouth while on camera in front of an audience numbering in the tens of thousands.

The other side of that nervousness is excitement. Sarah’s grin is intoxicating as she wiggles the gag back and forth and I just know she’d love to put it in my mouth. I have to wiggle side to side as the clip struggles to hold me back from my swelling. What eventually convinces me to not go that extra step is the tips themselves. Or rather the income I’m generating. There’s no winking or nudging that would hide the adult nature of that gag. And that level of adult content would assuredly demonetize my account. I probably wouldn’t get banned from Tremble, but I wouldn’t even dare upload that video to UsTube which is as good as having it demonetized as a large chunk of my audience wouldn’t ever get to see this entire stream.

Sarah seems like she’s on the same page when I barely shake my head no, and she nods putting the gag back into he box. When she pulls out the bright pink ball gag, honestly a little bigger than the penis gag, I feel my heart slow enough that I nod. Turning to the camera I smile and open wide, letting my audience watch as Sarah slides the big pink rubber ball in between my plump pink glossy lips.