Live Stream Struggling
© 2023 by Bob2300 (deviantart.com/bob2300)
Edited by Dannysuling (deviantart.com/dannysuling)

Part One

She started off on some online platform, the one that paid the most. Quirkily identifying herself  as a ‘streamer’ named ‘Rainbow48-24-35’. She had built up a following doing various things: un-boxing videos that spent more time down her cleavage than focused on the product; posting some exercise videos where she would jiggle along to the music; gaming livestreams that would focus more on her than the game being played—sometimes a horror game that people just watched to see her gasp and screech at the screen. She was not exactly featured for her brains and cutting wit, but she was smart enough to use her natural assets to their full advantage.

She had a very nice body, one that really measured up, and she topped it off with a distinctive hair style. Her hair was coloured like the rainbow, and she took it much further than most people. She had braids that went front to back, with the sides of her head shaved really close. She had paid a small fortune for her styling, with the braids extending two feet down her back … red, orange, yellow, green, blue, indigo, and violet. Her hair was plaited into seven tails, with the area around her ears shaved. She had seven studs through her right ear, with matching rainbow colours. It was a very unique look, and to reinforce it she changed her eye-shadow and lipstick depending on the day of the week,. cycling through the colours: red for Monday, orange Tuesday, etc. She also changed her wardrobe in a similar way, even down to her underwear.

She was quite pretty, to say the least. Her complexion was fair-skinned, as pale as you could get. She had a thin waist and neck. Of course, it wasn’t as if she didn’t work to keep it that way. She was a nicely-curved package with a nice round ass and quite generous breasts. Of course, that helped to get attention and views regardless of what exactly she was doing. She knew it and exploited it constantly. She wore nice, revealing, figure-hugging clothes that seemed as if they were several sizes too small. Her camera spent more time looking down her cleavage and at her pouting lips rather than the game she was playing online, located in a small corner of the screen down below her image. As she played the games she would enthusiastically jiggle and squeal. Naturally, only a tiny fraction of her audience were actually interested in her authentic gameplay.

As well as her online gaming, she simultaneously took on various silly dares for donations, to keep people engaged and interested: random actions from wearing an eye-patch while playing to trying to balance a book on her head, or even how many biscuits she could dip in her tea. The more interest, the more traffic, the more paying subscribers. She had to pay for her flat after all. She lived alone, an independent woman and all that.

Unfortunately for her, she was enough of an idiot to give accidental clues to where she lived, so that an obsessed fan or someone more dangerous—like a stalker—might, if they did a bit of digging, be able to find her and know precisely where she lived. If so, depending on the temperament of such a person, things might not go very well for her.

She got a little surprise one day amongst the usual half-baked challenges tossed her way by her viewers—a donation that was conditional. She would have to put a piece of duct-tape over her mouth for a short amount of time. It was a challenge from someone identified as ‘DomNurse69’. She was initially hesitant, asking her audience if she should, getting their participation in her dare. They voted overwhelmingly for her to do it. So, of course, she did so. The tape she chose to use was rainbow-coloured, a roll of wide packing-tape that she had to hand. She used a strip of it from just under her nose to her chin. She spoke through it tentatively, cautiously, and of course it did little to muffle her commentary. The effect was more aesthetic than realistic as a gag. She simply boosted the setting on her microphone.

After a time-limit of five minutes had elapsed she pulled off the tape, giving a little yelp as it stuck to her skin and removed a bit of her garish make up. She had a little laugh after that, as she returned the microphone to its normal setting. She held up the tape, turning it over to show the imprint of her lips to her audience. She giggled a bit, but there was no real harm.

She didn’t think much of it at the time, but suddenly there were lots of pictures circulating online of her doing the gag challenge, along with a modest boost in her popularity. It was a little creepy, given the number of comments that said she should stuff a handkerchief or a pair of socks or even her used panties in her mouth and tape them in place. But those viewers had they paid for the privilege of having an account on her channel where they could comment, so to a degree she was not inclined to discourage it. The money went into her pocket. She was even a little sad when thought about it she threw the tape away. After all, she could have probably signed it, framed it, and auctioned it off to some on-line perv....

...It was not much later that she got a donation with a new challenge to accept: to try on a pair of handcuffs. She decided to agree, remembering the boost in views from her last little dare. But to play it up for the camera she acted very reluctantly, as the last thing that she wanted was to acquire the sort of reputation that might get her banned from the platform, unless she switched her channel over to the ‘adult service’. She wanted to be only a little bit naughty, take a little risk, not become a total fetish slut. The next day the handcuffs were delivered to her, arriving in a brown paper parcel. She did note, with some concern, that they were sent straight to her home address, not through her business post-box!

On her live show she did the un-boxing of the package. The cuffs were black, powder-coated items that seemed to be quite high-security, heavy and solid, and linked by a rigid hinge instead of chains. This prompted quite a few comments, such as one that suggested that she should just wear the handcuffs and nothing else for a live-stream. She glowered at the screen after seeing that one pop up. But she didn’t give the commenter that much grief. She wanted their money, after all.

When she thought back on it during a calmer moment, she was a little surprised. She didn’t remember giving out her address for the delivery. That had her more than a little worried, and she decided to invest in a second external camera pointed in a different direction, as well as a better lock on her front door, just in case and maybe a personal alarm. On her stream she tried on the cuffs out putting her hands in them, building up her confidence by locking and unlocking them. She noted that if she locked them a certain way she would have difficulty getting out of them—a dead-lock function that stopped the cuffs from moving, while preventing overtightening. She tried that option, then unlocked them again, getting herself ready for the challenge. She seemed to hesitate, having some genuine nerves about what she was doing. It looked like she was about to pull out of the dare. Her acting contained a little bit of honesty this time; in fact, she had genuine butterflies. Of course, there was still a little bit of showmanship and hype mixed in, and she prolonged the scene, making the most of it.

In the end, with her audience’s support, she went ahead with it. She nervously locked one cuff on her right wrist, then the other cuff on her left. She kept the key in her hand, as if it would suddenly vanish into a puff of smoke if she dropped it. The cuffs made playing her game a little awkward, the controller was not really designed for the position her wrists were held in. Still, she played for half an hour with the handcuffs on her, live-streamed. When the timer sounded, she removed them, theatrically rubbing her wrists. 

Immediately, she received a few new messages to put them back on, and perhaps with the tape gag in place! Or to even try playing a game with her hands cuffed behind her back! She blushed at the idea—too much, too soon. She continued receiving a lot more similar requests, but she remained a bit hesitant to go too far down that road.

Less than eight hours later, there was a piece of fan-art online of her wearing the cuffs behind her back and not much else. In the image she was desperately looking for the key. The immediate popularity of that image added to her nervousness....

...A day or two later, she received a much larger donation promise if she would try on a far more fetishistic item. This time it was something kinky, a ball-gag added to the cuffs that she already had. She agreed to do it right away, ready to generate more sensationalist views. The size of the donation from DomNurse69 didn’t hurt, of course. She streamed another similar un-boxing, and this time it was a nice-looking velvet-lined black box, with a two-inch-diameter black rubber gag with black leather straps. But not just a simple single strap; the device had an entire harness that would fit over her nose and under her chin, it looked quite punitive.

Her streaming challenge commenced soon after. She put on the gag, struggling to get it past her teeth, finally popping it in place with a lot of force. Nervously, she moved her hair out of the way and began doing up the strap behind her head. She cinched the chin strap next, then pulled the last one up over the bridge of her nose.

It took her a few moments to get used to the harness, and to attempt to speak. It proved to be very difficult to understand her, and proof that her audience was not very supportive of her safety came quite quickly: there was a deluge of comments for her to tighten it, and she did so. Then, unsurprisingly, even more comments surfaced for her to make it even tighter! She glared indignantly at her screen and sighed, then really pulled as tight, as much as she could make it, then adjusted the straps and buckled them shut. With the big ball-gag wedged in place one couldn’t understand her at all. She drooled all over herself, too, down her cleavage, as she muffled and gurgled almost unintelligible comments.

Then she locked the cuffs on and began to live-stream a game.

She continued to try commenting through the ball-gag for the next twenty minutes, though exactly what she was trying to say was anyone’s guess. She looked quite embarrassed, but on the other hand she got a hell of a lot of views. Her fan-base really seemed to like her gagged commentary! Towards the end of the live-stream there was a donation to extend it by a minute, and shortly after that for another five minutes. She began to look worried, but persevered.

Eventually, after nearly four hours, she was starting to look really worn out, and with her jaw punished beyond the point she could take any more. She checked at the amount of money donated and sighed, but she didn’t allow the timer to be increased, and it finally ran out. Her shoulders sagged, and she reached to undo the gag.

There was a moment of panic when she couldn’t undo the buckles! But she calmed herself and worked more sensibly, removing the handcuffs first. Then, with her hands now unrestricted, she could undo the harness without much trouble. She tried to spit the gag out, but to her amazement it remained firmly in place. She grabbed the straps with both hands and pulled really hard. There was a moment when it didn’t look like it would budge, but then the ball popped out with quite a bit of drool behind it flowing from between her lips and down her top. She worked her jaw carefully, then blew her audience a kiss. Grinning, she switched off the camera, then collapsed onto her bed. It had been very intense!...

...The next morning, she got another donation to try something a bit more extreme. She looked horrified at the request: an increasing monetary reward as the number of socks she packed into her mouth increased! Once on live-stream, she held up a pair of cute flimsy ankle-socks. Her face took on a sour look as she pushed one into her mouth, as if she was eating something really bitter. Over the next few minutes on-line she quickly pushed a second sock in, then hesitantly crammed in a third,, made more confident by the money she would get. A fourth followed, then the fifth and sixth—the maximum donation. But when she read the dare again she slapped herself on the forehead in frustration. She was instructed to cap it with the ball-gag, tightened to the last notch of the harness, for it to count. That, she knew, was going to be quite a challenge!

She positioned the ball-gag in the centre of the mass of socks and pushed against them. When the ball was finally wedged behind her teeth, she wrapped the straps around her head and locked the buckle. Then she began making it tighter. For a moment she paused, looking like she was going to retch, she worked hard to calm down and clear her nose. Then she slowly buckled the main strap, finding the last notch. She slowly adjusted the other straps, as well, then looked at the dare again. She groaned into her immense socks-and-ball gag, as she read that she had to keep it like that for ten minutes. She looked quite worried at the prospect, but on the other hand she was getting quite a lot of views. She began to receive donations to extend the duration another five minutes, then ten more. After twenty minutes her expression appeared rather out of sorts. And at the one-hour mark she appeared to be in pain...and she finally called it quits pausing the timer....

...A few days later, a much larger donation to participate in a risky dare was offered on her live-stream. She read it nervously, since it required her to go much further. As she read it aloud to her audience, she blushed a lot, calling them pervs. But she seemed to get a bit aroused at the idea, which she was faking. She considered it for a minute, as her audience encouraged her, and finally she winked at the camera. Yes, she said, she would do it. Rainbow was figuring that she would get a lot more views and publicity, and the donation itself would provide her with most of her month’s rent. She was not unhappy about it...at least in theory....

The delivery arrived at her house a day or two later, and she made the announcement on her channel. Suddenly there were quite a lot of people interested in her channel. As part of what had become a ritual, she performed the un-boxing for everyone to watch. It was a nice fancy wooden box, and Rainbow promptly flipped open the lid, pulling out a lot of fluffy padding and packaging. Her hand dipped in once again, and her face became excited as she removed a two-and-a-half-inch ball-gag, this time a dark, ruby red, but with the same harness of straps. The ball itself was located on the strap closer to the front, rather than the middle, which would force the ball-gag a lot deeper into her mouth.

The next item she produced from the box was a thick, black, rubber discipline hood, designed to cling to her head. As she held it up, it seemed to be a size or so too small, with a strap at the bottom that would fit tightly round her neck. She discovered that it had an opening, so that her hair could come out the back, in a pony-tail, near the top.

Alas, that was unfortunately...or perhaps fortunately for her...not the only thing remaining in the box. The more sensational the spectacle, the more views and donations...so she continued with the unpacking. The next item was a very sturdy black leather waist-belt, thick, heavy, and designed to render someone completely helpless. It featured a set of steel cables sandwiched between plies of ten-ounce leather, with thick, rigid, steel cuffs located behind her back. Lifting it up to show her audience required both her hands, and it was clear to all she was rather intimidated by the buckles and locks. The leather belt came with a matching set of ankle cuffs, with a short, rigid bar between the two ovals. At the bottom of the wooden box she found keys to these restraints. Rainbow felt even more intimidated as she tried the keys, but then a little bit relieved when it was clear they all worked. The back of the belt was thicker than the rest, and she wasn’t sure if yet another nefarious mechanism could possibly be hidden inside it.

Slowly, she set everything up to get lots of views, as her audience’s eyes lingered on her body. She intended to put on all the devices, set her timer for five minutes, then begin so that her audience could watch it. She was a little cautious, as if some trick was about to be pulled on her. She slowly rehearsed her actions, putting on some of the bondage gear but merely holding up the hood, the waist-belt, gag, and cuffs, examining the wrist and ankle enclosures but not locking them onto her body, laying them where she could easily reach them.

Finally, she addressed the new, larger gag. It was a struggle, and took her some time. She immediately realised how much of an impact the extra half- inch had on her ability to cope. She had to work it between her teeth with a great deal of effort. It was a real struggle to get it all the way in her mouth, behind her teeth,. Then she pulled the strap behind her head tighter and tighter, until the ball-gag was crammed into her mouth tight as a stopper. She fiddled with the strap under her chin, already drooling. The one went over her nose was a little trickier as she pulled the last piece of the harness tight behind her head. During this time Rainbow received more comments, as she went through the three-stage process of making the gag really tight, just as her audience wished. She slowly complied, until the straps were tightly cutting into her cheeks. 

There was a bit of struggle with the next item, the waist-belt. She has to breathe in and tug hard, until the waist belt could be fastened. Rainbow then managed to get it even tighter, hugging her waist. Next, she bent down and added the ankle-cuffs. She tilted the camera and walked about, displaying for her audience how restricted her stride was. She could barely hop in the restrictive cuffs and the rather strict waist-belt.

Rainbow placed a stool in the middle of her room, ready for the next challenge. She angled the camera at it, then paused and took a few breaths through her nose, trying to calm down. Finally she took a seat, ready to proceed. Rainbow looked at the camera, then pulled the hood over her head,. There was a bit of fiddling to get her hair through the reinforced hole at the back, and it was a struggle to pull the tight rubber over her face, at which point the bulge of the gag was very prevalent. Her fingers fluttered as she located the strap around her neck. Pulling on the strap dramatically tightened the hood, as if the air had been sucked out of it. It was fiddly to do up, but now her face was framed by the tight rubber, as if she had been dipped headfirst in a thick black liquid.

Rainbow slowly adjusted everything, mentally preparing herself as she cuffed herself into the belt, so that her hands were now secured behind her back. She twisted round, so that her audience could see her arms in the cuffs. Then she reached over and set the timer going, retaining the keys in her hand the entire time. She theatrically wiggled and giggled into the huge gag, turning round on the spot to give her audience a good view, knowing that her audience would keep watching her. She struggled playfully, twisting around to show the audience the limit of her bonds. Rainbow flexed her bound legs and pulled on her wrists. She wiggled, shaking her ass at the camera a little. She could tell that her audience was excited.

After what seemed like an eternity under the hood, the timer went off. She relaxed, knowing the challenge was finished. Rainbow found for the keyhole—but the key suddenly wouldn’t fit! She realized with a cold dread that she couldn’t reach it with her hands cuffed like they were. The situation felt like something out of a horror movie. She had become too arrogant, too comfortable with these challenges. Now, she could sense a black abyss of terror welling up inside her, and she lost all control and began desperately struggling, screaming uselessly at full volume into her gag.

Eventually she tripped over the stool and landed on her bed. She tried to pull her wrists away from the belt, but it barely moved despite how much she strained. She rolled off her bed onto the floor, squirming like a fish on a line.