Thomas, a 20-year-old man, lives alone in his cosy apartment. His brown hair is casual yet appealing, framing his green eyes. He is fairly tall and has a physique that's not overly bulky but a blend of strength and agility. He often spent his time tucked away in his apartment. Despite his solitude, he exudes comfort and confidence that suggests he's quite accustomed to his own company.
He sunk into his chair in front of the computer, after yet another long day at work, Idly scrolling through Twitter, a random Twitch stream playing in the background as he waited for one of his favourites to go live. He had long been a die-hard fan of the group Offline TV, and all the streamers who worked with them, for a very long time. It's like watching a bunch of friends who just happen to be incredibly entertaining. And the group happened to include a host of beautiful women.
As Thomas' eyes danced over the endless scroll of tweets, one in particular caught his attention. It was from Pokimane, one of his all-time favourite streamers, and an ex-member of OfflineTV. Her post was strangely cryptic, announcing a giveaway for a chance to go to a secretive event she was hosting in LA. All he had to do was leave a comment and he would be entered. He couldn't resist entering himself, it was a low chance to win, but he might as well. He typed out, "I'd love the chance to come and meet you Poki! We could have a ton of fun" and hit send, not truly expecting anything to come of it.
His fingers hovered over the keyboard for a brief moment before continuing his scroll, the thrill of the competition already forgotten amidst the mundane comfort of social media. The glow from the monitor bathed the room in a soft light, casting long shadows across the room as he chuckled at a meme here and there. The event announcement was cool and all, but the chances of winning were like winning the lottery. He'd just keep his expectations low and enjoy the anticipation of Poki's upcoming streams.
It was a couple of hours later that Pokimane went live on her Twitch channel. Thomas, excited to finally watch another one of her streams, quickly tuned in.
"Hey everyone! Sorry, I haven't streamed in a few days!" Poki said with a smile and a wave. She was dressed in a figure-hugging gym outfit that highlighted her curves, her hair was tied up in a high ponytail that swayed as she bobbed her head in excitement. On her screen, the words 'Giveaway Time!' danced in colourful, flashing letters. "Thank you all for entering my little contest! I'm sorry that I can't give you guys all the details, but I'll make sure to fill in the winner on everything I can! It's a very big, expensive project!"
Thomas couldn't help but let his gaze linger on Poki's incredible body as he watched her. In his mind, he painted a vivid picture of what it would be like to be at the event with her. He imagined having an opportunity to flirt with her, to try and seduce her. He'd do anything to be able to fuck her. In a dream world, he would be able to do anything he wanted to her. He took a deep breath, it was fun to fantasize, but the odds of him winning were astronomically low, it was best not to get his hopes up.
Poki leaned in closer to the camera, her eyes sparkling with excitement as she announced, "Alright, let's see who's going to be joining me at this super exclusive event in LA!" She pulled up a digital wheel on her monitor, the names of all the hopefuls who had commented on her earlier post crammed onto it. Her cursor hovered on the spin button, her thumb hovering for a moment before she pushed down with a dramatic flair. The wheel spun rapidly, the names becoming a blur before it gradually slowed down. "And the winner is..." she paused for suspense, her eyes wide. "The account ThomasPlayz!"
Thomas's heart skipped a beat as his eyes widened in shock. He had won? This couldn't be real! His hands shot up to cover his gaping mouth as the realization set in. The chat exploded with a barrage of messages, some congratulating him, others accusing Poki of rigging the contest. "Oh my god..., I-I can't believe it!" He stuttered, his voice shaking. "I've never won anything in my life! This is... amazing!" He felt a rush of adrenaline, his cheeks flushing.
"ThomasPlayz, if you're watching this, keep an eye on your DMs!" Poki exclaimed. "I'll be sending you all the details you need throughout the stream! And don't worry, I'll make sure it's all worth the trip!" She winked mischievously before turning her attention back to the game. "But first, let's get into some Valorant with some friends!" She quickly loaded up Valorant and hopped into a party with some friends, but at that point, Thomas had already tuned out. He had his eye on his messages, eagerly waiting for Poki to come through.
A few minutes later, Thomas's phone buzzed with a notification from Pokimane's Twitter account. He scrambled to open it, his heart racing. The message read:
"Congrats, ThomasPlayz! You're the lucky winner of my giveaway! I'll be giving you the details as soon as you get back to me, it'll be great"
He stared at the screen, unable to contain his excitement. "Oh my fucking god," he whispered to himself, his hand shaking as he clutched the phone. This was the opportunity of a lifetime, he was going to get to hang out with one of the hottest female streamers ever. He took a deep breath, trying to calm his nerves before he composed himself and replied "Thank you so much, Poki! I can't wait to see what you have in store for me! You're the best! Oh, and just call me Thomas"
Thomas's phone vibrated again, and he quickly opened the message from Poki. It read:
"In which case it's great to meet you, Thomas! I'd like to invite you to my fun project, the Streamer Mansion! It's a place where all the top female streamers will come to create the best content for our fans. But with that many girls in one house, let's just say we need someone to take care of our needs, it's a bunch of horny little submissives who need a firm hand to keep us in line. That's where you come in! As our special guest you will be able to command anyone in the mansion to do anything you want, however dirty the idea is!"
Thomas's eyes went wide with shock as he read the message. He reread it to make sure he wasn't seeing things. There was no way this was real, right? His mind racing with the implications of what Poki had just said. He felt a mix of excitement and disbelief, and his heart was hammering in his chest. "I-I don't know what to say," He typed back, his hands trembling with excitement. "This sounds too good to be true, Poki. But if it's what you're offering, then... I'm down!" He couldn't believe the turn of events.
Poki's response was swift, the anticipation in her tone palpable. "Oh, it's happening, Thomas!" She texted back with a smiling emoji. "It's going to be just me at the mansion to start with, but if there's anyone from the streaming world you're dying to meet or spend some time with, just let me know! I have quite a bit of pull around here."
Thomas took a moment to gather his thoughts, his mind racing with the possibilities. "I-I can't wait," he replied, trying to play it cool despite his racing heart. "Do we need to discuss any details or should I start booking my flight to LA right away?" He was eager to get the ball rolling, the thought of being in the same room with Poki and her friends was already driving him wild with excitement.
"Don't worry about a thing, Thomas!" Poki assured him with a grin that could almost be felt through the screen. "I'll take care of everything! Flights, accommodations, all the VIP treatment. Just pack your bags and get ready, you'll be staying for as long as you want" She added a string of airplane and heart-eyes emojis for emphasis.
Around a week later, Thomas found himself in the backseat of a luxurious car, his suitcases filled with as many of his things as he could pack. The first-class flight had been an unprecedented indulgence, and now the reality of his prize was setting in as the mansion loomed closer. The thought of being in a place surrounded by Poki and eventually her friends, all eager to cater to his whims, was almost too much to handle. He took a deep breath, trying to stay composed.
His flight out to America had been first class, far beyond anything he had ever experienced in his life. He already felt spoilt beyond belief, and now the fancy car was just taking him to the supposed mansion. He had so many questions still in his mind and so many ideas.
He'd texted Poki multiple times since that day just to be reassured it was all legit. It felt beyond reality. But leaving a comment for that giveaway was looking to be the best decision of his life.
As the car pulled up to the grandiose gates of the Streamer Mansion, Thomas couldn't help but gawk at the sheer size and opulence of the place. The sprawling mansion was a vision of grandeur, with large white walls that stretched upwards interrupted by floor-to-ceiling windows, showing a little of the many rooms and luxurious amenities hidden within. A cobblestone driveway curved elegantly through the well-manicured gardens, leading up to the grand entrance. The top floor boasted a glittering swimming pool surrounded by lounge chairs and a bubbling hot tub that looked like it could fit half a dozen people comfortably. The sight was so surreal that Thomas felt like he was stepping into a dream. The gates swung open. The anticipation was thick in the air as the car rolled to a stop at the base of the majestic staircase leading to the mansion's entrance.
Thomas's eyes widened as he stepped out of the car, his heart racing like it was about to burst from his chest. The mansion looked like something out of a celebrity's Instagram post, and here he was, about to walk through its doors. He glanced around, half expecting a camera crew to jump out and yell, "You've been pranked!" But no, it was all real. The warm LA evening air caressed his skin as he made his way up the path, his nerves a jumbled mess of excitement and disbelief.
As Thomas pushed open the door of the mansion, he was greeted by the breathtaking sight of Pokimane, standing in the grand entrance hall. She wore a tight, form-fitting red dress that hugged her curves in a way that made his jaw drop. Her hair cascaded down her back in a sleek wave. "Welcome to the Streamer Mansion, Thomas," she purred, her voice as smooth as velvet. "I'm so glad you could make it. I've been looking forward to this all week." Her eyes twinkled with mischief as she took in his stunned expression, and she couldn't help but let out a soft giggle at his obvious admiration.
"H-hello Poki," Thomas managed to stutter out, his eyes unable to leave her figure. He felt a heat spread through his body that had nothing to do with the LA weather. He cleared his throat and tried to regain his composure. "This place is... amazing." He looked around, taking in the grandeur of the marble floors and the grandeur chandelier that hung from the ceiling, casting a warm glow on everything below. "I'm... I'm just a bit overwhelmed." He admitted, feeling a mix of excitement and nervousness. The reality of being in such a fantastical place, with the woman of his dreams, was almost too much to handle. But he was determined to make the most of this incredible opportunity.
Poki took a step closer to Thomas, closing the distance between them. "Don't be shy now," she said, her voice dropping to a seductive whisper. "You are in charge of this place! Whatever you want, all you have to do is ask." She winked at him, her hand tracing a teasing path along her hip. "And I'm all yours to command. So tell me," she continued, her eyes searching his, "What's the first thing you'd like to do?"
Thomas took a few deep breaths, trying to steady himself. "P-Poki, are you sure you'll do anything I ask?" He swallowed hard, his eyes darting from her smouldering gaze to the heavenly vision she presented in her dress. "Because I mean, if that's true, then I have some very naughty ideas" He felt his cheeks redden, but the excitement was too intense to hide. The idea of being able to explore his wildest fantasies with her was insanely alluring.
"Oh, Thomas," Poki giggled, her eyes sparkling with excitement. "I'm not just saying it. It's a fact!" She placed a hand on his chest, "Command me. Tell me what you want, and it's yours to enjoy."
Thomas couldn't believe what he was about to say, but the thrill was just too much to resist. "Okay," he began, his voice growing firmer as the reality of his power set in. "From now on, you will refer to me as 'Master'. And I expect you to call me that at all times, got it?" He watched her closely, his heart racing in anticipation.
"Oh, that is so kinky!" Poki's cheeks flushed a delightful shade of pink as she giggled. "I love it!" She playfully curtsied before him, her eyes gleaming with excitement. "As you wish, Master," she said, her voice dripping with sweetness and submission.
Thomas's eyes widened as he felt the weight of his newfound dominance. "P-Poki, is it really that easy? Are there any limits to what I can ask of you?" His voice was a mix of excitement and trepidation as he tried to grasp the full extent of his power over her.
"Nothing that would cause lasting harm to me or anyone else, no sharing of my personal information and no requests that are illegal or could get us in serious trouble." She replied like she had run the words through her head a million times. She took another step closer to him, her eyes searching his for understanding. "But outside of those extremes, I'm yours to command, Master! Don't be scared"
Thomas took a moment to process her words, his mind racing with the possibilities. "Why are you willing to do this for me?" He asked, his voice a mix of awe and suspicion. "What's the catch?" He looked into her eyes, searching for any signs of doubt or hesitation, his heart pounding in his chest as he awaited her response.
"There isn't a catch, Thomas. I promise. I've been feeling... adventurous lately, and the idea of giving control to someone new is incredibly thrilling for me. Plus," she leaned closer, her breath tickling his ear, "it's a chance for you to live out your wildest dreams with me, it's fun to give that kind of opportunity to someone."
With a deep breath, Thomas began to feel a bit more at ease with his newfound power. "Alright, if you're okay with this, I'd like to start with something simple. Poki" he said with a small smile "Could you please show me to my room?"
"Of course, Master," Poki said. She took his hand and led him up the grand staircase, the warmth of her skin sending electric shocks up his arm. Each step echoed through the mansion's hallowed halls, her heels clicking rhythmically against the marble. As they reached the second floor, she turned down a hallway lined with various expensive paintings. The anticipation was palpable as they approached a set of double doors at the end of the hallway, which she pushed open with a dramatic flourish, revealing a luxurious suite. "This will be your room for your time here," she said with a smile.
Thomas stepped into the suite and took in the opulent surroundings with a low whistle. The king-sized bed looked incredibly inviting, draped in silk sheets that whispered against his skin. In the corner stood a grand wardrobe filled with clothes that seemed to have been chosen just for him, and across from the bed was a state-of-the-art gaming setup. But what caught his eye was a portion of a wall covered in all kinds of kinky toys. "Poki, this is... perfect," he said, his voice filled with wonder. "I can't believe this is all for me." He turned to her, his eyes filled with a mix of excitement and nerves. "Thank you so much for making this happen."
Poki leaned against the doorframe, a playful smirk playing on her lips. She crossed one leg over the other, causing her dress to ride up just a little higher. "You're very welcome, Master," she said, her eyes twinkling mischievously. "Remember, I'm here to make sure you have the best experience possible. And if that means fulfilling every dirty little fantasy you've ever had, then so be it." She took his hand again and led him over to the bed, sitting down with a graceful bounce that made her breasts jiggle slightly. She looked up at him with a challenging gaze. "So, what's the first order of business for tonight?"
Thomas felt his heart race as he looked down at Poki, her beauty and submissiveness were almost too much to handle. He took a deep breath, trying to calm his nerves. "P-Poki, I'm... I'm not sure where to begin," he admitted, his voice shaking with excitement. "But I was wondering if you could tell me more about your kinks and fantasies?" He watched her closely, his eyes searching for any sign of hesitation or discomfort.
Poki's smirk grew wider as she heard Thomas's request. "Well, Master," she began, her voice taking on a seductive tone, "I have quite a few kinks, but one of my favourites is being treated like... well, how a misogynist might treat a woman." She leaned closer, her breath warm against his skin. "It turns me on to be used purely for someone's pleasure, to be objectified and degraded in the most delicious ways." She paused, watching his reaction with eager anticipation. "Does that sound like something you'd enjoy?"
Thomas's eyes widened, his heart racing faster than ever. He had never imagined Poki would have such dark desires, but the idea was incredibly arousing to him. "Y-yes," he stuttered, trying to hide his excitement. "I think that sounds... incredible." He swallowed hard, his mind racing with the thought of dominating her in such a way.
"I want you to control everything about me, Master. What I wear, what I post on social media, what I eat, even the games I play," she said, her voice low and full of submission. "I've always had this... need to fully submit to someone. To have them dictate my every move, to be nothing but a toy for their amusement." She looked up at him with a mix of anticipation and vulnerability. "I want all of that from you"
Thomas took a moment to let her words sink in, his smile growing wider by the second. Now that he had an idea of what she wanted, he had even more ideas for what to do"P-Poki," he managed to say, his voice barely above a whisper. "Do you have your own room here in the mansion?" He asked
"Yes, Master, I do," Poki replied, "Would you like to see it?" She started to stand up and head towards the door
"Poki," Thomas interrupted, grabbing her wrist and tightening slightly. "For now, I think you'll be staying in here with me." He pushed her gently but firmly back onto the bed, his voice filled with a newfound assertiveness. "You're going to sleep in this room with me tonight. Is that understood?" He stared into her eyes, watching for any sign of protest, his heart racing at the thought of her lying beside him all night long.
Poki let out a small, needy moan as she felt Thomas's grip on her wrist, the sudden shift in power dynamics making her insides flutter. She nodded eagerly, her eyes glazed over with lust. "Y-yes, Master," she whispered, her voice breathy and submissive. "I'll do as you command." She allowed herself to be pushed back onto the bed
"Now, Poki," Thomas said, his voice dropping to a low, authoritative tone as he stepped closer to the bed. "I want you to strip for me. Take off every piece of clothing you're wearing, nice and slow. I want to see all of you," He ordered, his eyes darkening with desire as he watched her.
With a seductive smile, Poki began to rise from the bed. She reached behind her neck and slowly unzipped her red dress, letting it fall to her feet in a pool of fabric. She stepped out of the dress, her heels clicking against the floor as she did so. Underneath, she was wearing a skimpy black lingerie set that barely contained her voluptuous curves. Her movements grew more deliberate as she reached behind her to unclasp her bra, letting it fall away to reveal her firm, round breasts, nipples already hard from the excitement of the moment. She cupped them in her hands, giving them a gentle squeeze before moving to her panties. With a flick of her wrists, they too dropped to the ground, leaving her completely bare. She crawled onto the bed, her eyes never leaving Thomas's, and laid down on her stomach, her ass in the air. She looked over her shoulder at him, a smouldering fire in her gaze. "Is this what you wanted, Master?" She whispered, her voice filled with desire.
Thomas' eyes raked over her exposed body, his hunger growing with every inch of skin revealed. He couldn't believe the stunning sight before him. "Yes," he breathed, his voice thick with lust. He reached out and gave her perfect, round ass a firm spank, the sound echoing through the room. "You're so hot, Poki," he murmured, his hand lingering on her skin. "Perfect." His grip tightened, his excitement palpable.
Poki's body jolted at the spank, a moan of pleasure escaping her lips. She arched her back, pushing herself up on her hands and knees, presenting herself to him. "I'm all yours, Master," she whispered, her eyes half-lidded with lust. "Use me as you wish, I'm here to serve your every need." She wiggled her hips slightly, inviting him to take full advantage of the situation. Begging to be penetrated.
Thomas' grin grew wider at her words, and he gave her ass another firm smack, leaving a pink handprint on her skin. "As tempting as that offer is, Poki," he said, his voice filled with dark promise, "I think I'd like to save that delight for another night." He stepped closer, his eyes locked on hers. "For now," he leaned down, his breath hot against her ear, "I want you to get on your knees and suck my cock like the good little slut I know you are." The authority in his tone was unmistakable, sending a thrill through her body. She nodded eagerly, her cheeks flushing with excitement.
With trembling hands, Poki reached for Thomas' belt, her heart racing with anticipation. She unbuckled it and carefully unzipped his pants, her eyes widening as she pulled out his cock. "Oh, my goodness," she gasped, her voice filled with shock and awe. "It's so... big!" She couldn't help but stare for a moment, admiring the thick, veiny length of it before her. It was easily 7 inches and girthy. She licked her lips, her eyes meeting Thomas' with a mix of excitement and apprehension. "I... I might be in love with your cock" Poki murmured, her voice filled with wonder as she slowly stroked it with one hand.
Thomas's cock twitched at her words, growing even harder in her grasp. "You better be," he said with a wicked chuckle, his eyes gleaming. "Now, get to work"
Poki nodded eagerly, her cheeks flushing a deep red as she leaned in. She wrapped her lips around the tip of Thomas' cock, her eyes never leaving his as she took him in inch by inch. She could feel him throb in her mouth, and she knew he was just as excited as she was. She began to suck, her cheeks hollowing out as she took more of him in. Her other hand cupped his balls, gently squeezing and massaging them as she worked her mouth up and down his length. She could feel her arousal building, her pussy growing wet with the thought of what was to come. She moaned around his cock, the vibrations sending waves of pleasure through his body.
Thomas let out a deep groan as Poki's warm, wet mouth engulfed him. He threaded his fingers through her hair, guiding her movements, pushing her head further down with each stroke. "That's it," he murmured, his voice filled with satisfaction. "You're such a good little slut." His grip tightened, pulling her hair slightly, but not painfully. The slight discomfort only added to the pleasure, and Poki took it as encouragement, her mouth moving faster, her tongue swirling around the head of his cock. She gagged slightly, but never broke eye contact, her gaze filled with a mix of challenge and desire. He could see in her eyes that she was loving every second of this.
The feel of Thomas's hand in her hair was incredible, it made her feel like he was totally in control. She took him deeper, her throat stretching around his thick cock. She knew she was being a good girl, a good little slut for her Master, and it only made her more eager to please him. She swallowed around him, her throat muscles working to take him even further. Her eyes watered slightly, but she never once flinched. She reached up and began to stroke the part of his cock not in her mouth with her hand, her movements matching the rhythm of her mouth. She wanted him to cum, to mark her as his.
His breathing grew ragged, his eyes squeezing shut as the sensations became too much. "Poki," he gasped, his voice strained with lust. "I'm going to cum." He waited for a beat, savouring the anticipation, before giving his next command. "Swallow it all for me. Every. Last. Drop." He opened his eyes, looking down at her, watching as she nodded eagerly, her mouth still wrapped around his cock. He knew she would obey.
With a final, powerful thrust, Thomas reached the peak of his pleasure. His cock pulsed, releasing a hot, thick load into Poki's mouth. She took it eagerly, her eyes watering as she swallowed every drop, her cheeks bulging slightly with the effort. She sat back on her haunches, her lips glistening with his cum, a look of pure satisfaction on her face. "Good girl," he murmured, giving her hair a gentle tug before releasing it. "You did so well, Poki."
With a soft giggle, Poki wiped her mouth with the back of her hand, her body trembling with the aftershocks of her desire. She looked up at Thomas, her eyes shining with a mix of mischief and adoration. "Master, your cock is heavenly," she purred, her voice thick with the aftermath of pleasure. She stood up gracefully and pressed her nude body against him, her soft curves moulding to his form. "I can't wait to taste you again," she whispered into his ear, her breath warm and sweet. She wrapped her arms around his waist, her hands roaming over his still-hard cock, hinting at the endless night of debauchery ahead of them.
"Mmm, Poki," Thomas groaned, his hands moving to cup her breasts as he spoke, his thumbs idly circling her already-sensitive nipples. "You are the perfect plaything." His grip tightened slightly, his thumbs flicking harder as he watched her face for a reaction. Her eyes fluttered closed, and she nodded, a soft whimper escaping her lips. "I'm going to make sure you're screaming my name every night," he murmured, his voice low and filled with promise.
"I'm all yours, Master," Poki said, her voice filled with a genuine enthusiasm that sent a shiver down Thomas's spine. She leaned back, her breasts pressing into his palms as she looked up at him with a question in her eyes. "How can I serve you next?"
Thomas felt his eyelids growing heavy as the excitement of the evening began to wear off. He let out a contented sigh and leaned back onto the plush pillows. "Honestly, after all the travelling I'm very tired" He patted the spot beside him on the bed, his cock still semi-hard from their recent activities. "Climb in here with me and keep me company." He watched as she slid into the bed, her body curving around his, her soft breasts pressing against his side. "let me hold you, I want to feel you close, We'll have plenty of time to play later." He wrapped an arm around her waist, pulled her closer, and let out a sigh of pure bliss. "This is exactly what I needed," he whispered, already feeling himself drifting off to sleep.
Poki snuggled closer to Thomas, feeling the warmth of his body seep into hers. She wrapped her arm around his chest, her hand coming to rest over his heart. "Rest well, Master," she murmured, her voice a gentle purr. "I'll be right here when you wake up." With a sigh of contentment, she closed her eyes, her body melting into his. The day had been more than she could have ever hoped for, and she couldn't wait to see what the rest of his time would bring.