This is an MP3 recording from a live cam show where I create filthy stories on the spot, only given 3 fetishes, a location, and a relationship from those who have contributed to the live show. Then, I let My brain work it's magic and come up with a sinfully delightful dirty story.

You're not going to touch yourself. We are going to see if this inspires something in you.

If it stimulates you, a new fetish, whether this awakens something in you, or if we go over your favourite fetish and you desperately want to touch, but you're not going to.

You were slaking.
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This is an MP3 recording from a live cam show where I create filthy stories on the spot, only given 3 fetishes, a location, and a relationship from those who have contributed to the live show. Then, I let My brain work it's magic and come up with a sinfully delightful dirty story.

You're not going to touch yourself. We are going to see if this inspires something in you.

If it stimulates you, a new fetish, whether this awakens something in you, or if we go over your favourite fetish and you desperately want to touch, but you're not going to.

You were slaking.

It was easy to see, watching you from My table. You weren't putting in the effort. You were coasting, too used to your position, too big for your boots.

The food is still good, sure, just not as good as when I was head chef here. The quality has gone down, which was to be expected. There was no way you were ever going to top My cooking.

But I hate watching people slack. I'm not going to tolerate it.

I need to whip you into shape, take a more hands on approach to get My point across.

Luckily, you were tasked with closing, alone.