Lady Samara
It’s Thursday and I have work. Today is my vibe day so whatever I’m really feeling but I think after last night with Scarlett, I want to introduce this new persona.
I’m in the locker room and I have put on this long black dress that has slits up to my waist. There is a sheer panel over my upper chest and down to my stomach in a deep v. It’s soft and perfectly sexy.
I grab my headdress from the locker. The one I used for the photoshoot. Placing it on my head and adjusting it till it sits perfectly in place. It’s so heavy but far too beautiful to not use today. It’s going to be the perfect introduction to my new persona.
My hair is straight and my makeup is a natural smokey eye with a deep red lip. I’m excited about today because this persona is going to be all for her. For Scarlett.
I check the full-length mirror before closing my locker up tight. With my phone in hand, I head for my room. I know it’s ready because I got the usual message that it is. Today, I had them set up the room with dark-colored everything. Red and blacks everywhere you look.
I plan on this being an occult type feel to it. Witches, vampires, and whatever else I can fit into this stream. Because who doesn’t love the occult? It’s November eighteenth, and the photoshoot dropped this morning.
That means today is the day that I can share this new persona with everyone. That I can give more to Scarlett than anyone else. She will be on the stream this morning. She knows I have a surprise for her. She’s seen the images from the photoshoot and loves it as much as I do.
I’m just sad she couldn’t join me today. It would have been fun for her to join me, but that takes time and paperwork, plus she wasn’t ready for all of that openness that it takes to be on camera.
Which is totally her choice. I close the bedroom door and look around at all the muted lights, the beautiful satiny covers on the bed, and the bucket of fake blood just out of the camera’s view. It’s going to be perfect today.
I situate myself at the foot of the bed and claim the place in front of the TV. I make sure all the right screens are open and ready before I hit the button to start the live stream. I take a moment to share the stream with Scarlett before dropping my phone on the desk, just out of view.
And here we go. The chat pings loudly as people comment on my look for today. The outfit’s not out of the ordinary for me, but it is new. The headdress being the main focus of today’s conversation.
I love this. The conversations. The people that join me.
The reverence they show me every time. It’s as intoxicating as all the murders are.
The chat blows up and I just stare at the screen in front of me as I wait for more people to join.
I don’t want to waste my introduction on a handful of regulars when I can make it a production when there’s far more people in the stream.
The counter climbs slowly. One hundred. Two hundred. By the time that three hundred hits, I’m almost vibrating in my skin with excitement. This is going to be perfect.
“Good morning, my beautiful followers. Welcome to the world of occult extraordinaire Lady Samara. You may address me as such and only as such. As of this morning, you should have seen the photo of my debut entrance to this world. A beautiful piece of artwork that showcases everything that I am.”
I pause for dramatic effect. Everything is theatrics in the cam world. Fake personas, fake orgasms, and fake everything else. It’s all about the performance and keeping the audience engaged within that world. Lady Samara is no different.
“Today is National Occult Day and I can’t wait to share many more days with you all.
Story time. I love the occult and especially the tale of Elizabeth Bathory and her leading ladies in murderous blood.
They believed in the healing essence of blood and bathed in it regularly.
She believed it kept her young and supple.
She murdered young girls to steal their beauty. ”
“My name is Lady Samara, and I’m going to give you a peek into my world.”
I press a button discreetly and the lights flicker and the camera screen changes to several angles as I stare straight ahead and wait for the show to stop. The chat loves every second of it as a chorus of different greetings comes through.
YES!!!
Lady Samara!
She’s fucking hot.
Welcome Lady Samara.
It continues on and on as more people join the stream and the world narrows down as the lights stop and the camera remains on the main one. This is the start of something amazing and I can’t wait to see what the future holds.
I slide to the right just slightly and dip a hand into the bucket of fake blood. It’s lube with a nontoxic dye mixed in that is body safe. It makes it safe for all kinds of activities.
I grab my throat with the bloody hand, and it drips all down the front of my body.
Leaving trails of blood down my chest as it slides lower.
Bloody fingers grip my throat as I look upward at the ceiling cam.
I can hear the chat going wild as reply after reply comes through.
I don’t think they were expecting this at all.
Not the new persona. Not the blood. Not any of it. It’s the perfect debut.
I release my throat, and then I dip my hand again. This time I step back so that everyone can see me as I sit on the end of the bed and spread my legs wider. I place the red hand on my thigh and the print left behind drips down the side. I do the same to the other thigh.
I lift the dress over my head and off my body as I dip my hand into the bucket. More blood and I’m painting on my body. Covering every inch of skin in the crimson liquid. Finger prints mark me all over as I move.
It’s erotic. Different. Everyone is eating this up. I lean back on the protective sheets and spread my legs wider as I dip my fingers between them. The bloody lube slides easily through me and I enter my pussy in one push.
Fucking myself for them. When in reality, it’s for her. It’s always for her.
The blood is slick and coats every surface it touches. I made it so very close to the real color of blood that it’s easy to imagine it as if it were. My hand that isn’t completely covered finds my breast. Slipping in the fake blood with each move.
I want nothing more than to fuck her right now. To fill her pussy with my cock. To have her call me Daddy. To cover her body in real blood. That’s what I want.
For now, I will just fantasize what I want and give everyone a show they don’t really deserve. I glance at the screen and note the comments flying in rapidly. Tip notifications also come in quickly. They love this new persona and her bold, bloody mess she’s already created.
This world is filled with psychos and I found one among the masses that truly gave in to her urges like I did. I took what I wanted and found it very addicting. She did the same. We are one, her and I. This is for her.
I fuck my pussy as I tug on a nipple. Then I’m grabbing one of the many toys I have spread around the room. I glance down to see it’s a monster cock with a tentacle-like tip and thick veins down its side. It’s thick and perfect for a good stretch.
I dip the cock into the bucket of lube and then lift it over my body so that it drips over my stomach and then into my pussy. I slot it at my entrance and push and pull so slowly as I work it into me. The deeper I go, the more it stretches me. My pussy begging to be filled completely.
I’m cumming before it is even completely inside of me.
My body is so ready and worked up from my internal fantasies.
Now that I’m sensitive, my body relaxes as I press it deeper into me.
Stretching my walls so tightly. The bloody lube is everywhere.
The mess is nothing more than a perfect combination with the monster cock that is working its way into me.
I’ve nearly made it to the base of the cock when I pause and circle my clit with two fingers.
Making myself relax some more while I push it further into me.
I’m taking it all. My pussy wrapped around it tightly.
I’m going to cum again. This time with my pussy pressing into the monster cock as my inner walls pulse around it.
Both pain and pleasure bleed into one as I coat the cock with my release. This is for Scarlett. This is for me. This is for all of my occult loving psychos out there.