The Feed Obeyed

Willow's fingers close on the hem of her pink dress, the fabric sliding up her thighs as the plug hums a low, insistent note. David's face fills the security monitor, his eyes dark with approval, and she hears the maître d' shift behind him, watching. 'Higher, sweetheart,' David says, his voice crackling through the speaker, 'they want to see how wet you are for them.' She obeys, lifting the dress to her waist, the cool air on her bare skin as she spreads her legs slightly, the cage and plug on full display for the feed. The monitor shows David's smile as he zooms in, and she knows this footage is now his—another piece of her owned forever.