grdybiwife
Enhancer of reality
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She inherited the little storefront from her late grandfather. The old neighborhood hardware store had been empty since her father was a child but Granddad kept the store, and the apartments above up to code for nostalgia's sake. It was were his fortune began, sure the money didn't come from tools but it was in that backroom that he cultivated his passion for art. Sculptors of metal, plaster, and clay. The occasional painting of the rolling hills of his native Ireland, made him famous and allowed him to provide for his family in ways he hadn't imagined when he came to America at 16 with no education and barely a $100 to his name. Hard work and an entrepreneurial spirit made Colin MacKenna a millionaire by the time he was 30. His death, some 55 years later, tripled the value of his works, leaving his offspring a sizable estate that would allow them to never work again. But that wasn't the MacKenna way. All four of his children worked as hard as their father and passed that work ethic on to their own children. Most became creative entrepreneurs in their own right, but none were more successful that the youngest child of his oldest son. And none embodied his resourceful spirit as much as Erin.
That's why he gifted her the storefront, knowing that his favorite grandchild would use it to make her own fortune. She was only 20 at the time but she already had plans. A opened a fashion boutique on the first floor while she lived in one of the apartments upstairs and rented out the other. Unfortunately, the working class neighborhood wasn't ready for her progressive street fashion and she had to take another job to make ends meet, which lasted all of a year before she got fed up being employee. She had already started her blog by then but it wasn't as lucrative venture at first. She had to find some other way to make ends meet, without letting her family know that she was drowning in debt.
It was her friend's idea to add videos to her blog but she very quickly realized that the clothes weren't getting the attention. It was her shockingly red hair. The smattering of freckles on her milky skin. Her pouty lips and perky c-cups. One night she stumbled onto a cam site and a new idea was born. She did a fair amount of research before making her final decision, she also set a few ground rules. The first being never to show her face, or anything else that might identify her. That meant a fair amount of money spent on wigs and mask making supplies. The next was a focus on production value, which would require her to find someplace other than her apartment to do her shows, which turned out to be as simple as not renewing the lease of her upstairs tenant. She did some remodeling, turning the second bedroom into a walk-in closet of sorts before soundproofing the entire place and setting up cameras all over the now one-bedroom apartment. Carpets were torn up and replaced with wall to wall linoleum for easy clean-up. Once that was all done, Erin MacKenna introduced the world to her online persona, Ginger Cassidy.
Fast forward seven years and Ginger Cassidy had become Erin MacKenna's primary source of income. Sure the fashion blog was still active and had been picked up by a major magazines online edition but those checks were pennies compared to the deposits in her clandestine offshore accounts. And she wasn't just a camgirl anymore but a featured performer on an amateur site, allowing her to upload prerecorded content to bolster her live-stream following. Two years ago, she started taking on "clients". It wasn't exactly prostitution. She rationalized it by never accepting money from those she played with, though gifts were always appreciated. They were often fans of her work, men and women alike, who often wanted to break into the cam business themselves and Erin didn't mind being used as a stepping stone. More often than not, clients became regulars, giving her no shortage of content.
Today Ginger was entertaining her favorite couple, a pair of married subs in desperate need of domination. Their reasons were different, the husband was a high powered defense attorney riddled with guilt over his morally questionable client list. The wife simply enjoyed being used, cuckolding her husband was just an added bonus. They were the only people who knew her true identity, but they kept her secret as she kept theirs. She used aliases to address them, cuntboy and babygirl, while the referred to her as Mistress.
Ginger was already dressed when they arrived, in fetish boots, mini-skirt, bra top, gloves, and mask. Her curly red hair was covered by a voluminous blond wig that flowed down her back. Her trusty strap-on was already in place, pitching an impressive tent beneath her skirt when she opened the door. They were both masked as well and cuntboy dropped immediately to his knees to kiss her boots while his wife was offered a kiss as she dropped her trench coat to reveal a dress that left nothing to the imagination. Together they berated cuntboy as he stripped down to his pretty pink panties beneath which his cock was locked in a cage. He wore a collar and leash as well and once he was stripped, babygirl lead him over to kneel at Mistress's feet.
Over the next few hours, Ginger put the couple through the ringer. Cuntboy had his ass and throat brutalized repeatedly, his body painted red by all the flogging and paddling devices his Mistress had to offer before he was treated to sight of his wife fucked to multiple orgasms by a woman whose fake cock was nearly twice the size of his own. At one point, Ginger even tied him up for a hard fisting while babygirl smothered him with her pert ass. There was a ton of footage to skim through and cut together by the time they were done.
But that would have to wait for the next day. She did upload a five minute preview as soon as they were gone, before Ginger Cassidy had to turn herself back into Erin MacKenna. She only had a couple hours to get to the grocery store, pick up dry cleaning, sort laundry, and start dinner before her boyfriend came home from work. Her completely oblivious boyfriend, James Wilcox.
They'd met four years ago at a bar and very quickly fell in love. At the time, Erin hadn't been looking for anything serious but she couldn't fight the feelings that had developed between them. Sure Jamie was a bit of a square, but he was a sweetheart who treated her like gold. Before she knew it the little weekend getaways turned into two week long road trips and the next thing she knew they were packing up her apartment so she could move into the cozy little two-bedroom bungalow he owned within walking distance of the beach. Through the entire relationship, Erin debated whether or not to tell Jamie of her true profession but ultimately she was too afraid to lose him. Her family adored him, the stability he offered. Plus he made her laugh and think about her future which she couldn't keep from including him. She decided the best she could do was cut out the live shows, slow down her uploads and limit her "client" base. No more screwing other men but her strap-on wouldn't discriminate. It seemed easy enough, and it was at first, but it wasn't long before Erin realized that she missed the attention Ginger garnered. And she missed all the sex.
Their sex life was great but Jamie wasn't the type to toss her around, to hold her down and fuck her until she couldn't see straight. Sure, he had a few kinks but they were mostly of the vanilla kind. Watching her toy her ass while she fingered her clit. The occasional semi-public fuck. There had never been a time with him that she didn't climax but Erin was often left wanting more. After a few months of living under the same roof, Erin went back to camming, doing private shows for her most dominant customers. It wasn't the same but it took the edge off and that's all she really needed.
Aside from the huge secret she kept from Jamie, Erin considered their relationship a good one. She prided herself on not allowing his sexual inadequacies to dampen their otherwise solid bond. He never pressured her to be some trophy and she accepted him for who he was, Erin didn't feel right pushing him out of his comfort zone. Not in less he asked of course, but it had been four amazing years and he'd yet to ask for more. If not for her business, their relationship might not have worked at all so she kept her secret and played Suzy Homemaker with a smile on her face.
It was just before 6 when Erin was putting the finishing touches on dinner. Pot roast with garlic mashed potatoes and glazed carrots was one of Jamie's favorites. Subconciously, it was her way of apologizing for her indiscretions. However secret, part of her felt bad after every show, so she dolled herself up in pencil trousers and a silk blouse beneath her floral apron. Set the dining room table with the good china her mother bought them as a housewarming gift before heading into her home office to work on her blog.
That's why he gifted her the storefront, knowing that his favorite grandchild would use it to make her own fortune. She was only 20 at the time but she already had plans. A opened a fashion boutique on the first floor while she lived in one of the apartments upstairs and rented out the other. Unfortunately, the working class neighborhood wasn't ready for her progressive street fashion and she had to take another job to make ends meet, which lasted all of a year before she got fed up being employee. She had already started her blog by then but it wasn't as lucrative venture at first. She had to find some other way to make ends meet, without letting her family know that she was drowning in debt.
It was her friend's idea to add videos to her blog but she very quickly realized that the clothes weren't getting the attention. It was her shockingly red hair. The smattering of freckles on her milky skin. Her pouty lips and perky c-cups. One night she stumbled onto a cam site and a new idea was born. She did a fair amount of research before making her final decision, she also set a few ground rules. The first being never to show her face, or anything else that might identify her. That meant a fair amount of money spent on wigs and mask making supplies. The next was a focus on production value, which would require her to find someplace other than her apartment to do her shows, which turned out to be as simple as not renewing the lease of her upstairs tenant. She did some remodeling, turning the second bedroom into a walk-in closet of sorts before soundproofing the entire place and setting up cameras all over the now one-bedroom apartment. Carpets were torn up and replaced with wall to wall linoleum for easy clean-up. Once that was all done, Erin MacKenna introduced the world to her online persona, Ginger Cassidy.
Fast forward seven years and Ginger Cassidy had become Erin MacKenna's primary source of income. Sure the fashion blog was still active and had been picked up by a major magazines online edition but those checks were pennies compared to the deposits in her clandestine offshore accounts. And she wasn't just a camgirl anymore but a featured performer on an amateur site, allowing her to upload prerecorded content to bolster her live-stream following. Two years ago, she started taking on "clients". It wasn't exactly prostitution. She rationalized it by never accepting money from those she played with, though gifts were always appreciated. They were often fans of her work, men and women alike, who often wanted to break into the cam business themselves and Erin didn't mind being used as a stepping stone. More often than not, clients became regulars, giving her no shortage of content.
Today Ginger was entertaining her favorite couple, a pair of married subs in desperate need of domination. Their reasons were different, the husband was a high powered defense attorney riddled with guilt over his morally questionable client list. The wife simply enjoyed being used, cuckolding her husband was just an added bonus. They were the only people who knew her true identity, but they kept her secret as she kept theirs. She used aliases to address them, cuntboy and babygirl, while the referred to her as Mistress.
Ginger was already dressed when they arrived, in fetish boots, mini-skirt, bra top, gloves, and mask. Her curly red hair was covered by a voluminous blond wig that flowed down her back. Her trusty strap-on was already in place, pitching an impressive tent beneath her skirt when she opened the door. They were both masked as well and cuntboy dropped immediately to his knees to kiss her boots while his wife was offered a kiss as she dropped her trench coat to reveal a dress that left nothing to the imagination. Together they berated cuntboy as he stripped down to his pretty pink panties beneath which his cock was locked in a cage. He wore a collar and leash as well and once he was stripped, babygirl lead him over to kneel at Mistress's feet.
Over the next few hours, Ginger put the couple through the ringer. Cuntboy had his ass and throat brutalized repeatedly, his body painted red by all the flogging and paddling devices his Mistress had to offer before he was treated to sight of his wife fucked to multiple orgasms by a woman whose fake cock was nearly twice the size of his own. At one point, Ginger even tied him up for a hard fisting while babygirl smothered him with her pert ass. There was a ton of footage to skim through and cut together by the time they were done.
But that would have to wait for the next day. She did upload a five minute preview as soon as they were gone, before Ginger Cassidy had to turn herself back into Erin MacKenna. She only had a couple hours to get to the grocery store, pick up dry cleaning, sort laundry, and start dinner before her boyfriend came home from work. Her completely oblivious boyfriend, James Wilcox.
They'd met four years ago at a bar and very quickly fell in love. At the time, Erin hadn't been looking for anything serious but she couldn't fight the feelings that had developed between them. Sure Jamie was a bit of a square, but he was a sweetheart who treated her like gold. Before she knew it the little weekend getaways turned into two week long road trips and the next thing she knew they were packing up her apartment so she could move into the cozy little two-bedroom bungalow he owned within walking distance of the beach. Through the entire relationship, Erin debated whether or not to tell Jamie of her true profession but ultimately she was too afraid to lose him. Her family adored him, the stability he offered. Plus he made her laugh and think about her future which she couldn't keep from including him. She decided the best she could do was cut out the live shows, slow down her uploads and limit her "client" base. No more screwing other men but her strap-on wouldn't discriminate. It seemed easy enough, and it was at first, but it wasn't long before Erin realized that she missed the attention Ginger garnered. And she missed all the sex.
Their sex life was great but Jamie wasn't the type to toss her around, to hold her down and fuck her until she couldn't see straight. Sure, he had a few kinks but they were mostly of the vanilla kind. Watching her toy her ass while she fingered her clit. The occasional semi-public fuck. There had never been a time with him that she didn't climax but Erin was often left wanting more. After a few months of living under the same roof, Erin went back to camming, doing private shows for her most dominant customers. It wasn't the same but it took the edge off and that's all she really needed.
Aside from the huge secret she kept from Jamie, Erin considered their relationship a good one. She prided herself on not allowing his sexual inadequacies to dampen their otherwise solid bond. He never pressured her to be some trophy and she accepted him for who he was, Erin didn't feel right pushing him out of his comfort zone. Not in less he asked of course, but it had been four amazing years and he'd yet to ask for more. If not for her business, their relationship might not have worked at all so she kept her secret and played Suzy Homemaker with a smile on her face.
It was just before 6 when Erin was putting the finishing touches on dinner. Pot roast with garlic mashed potatoes and glazed carrots was one of Jamie's favorites. Subconciously, it was her way of apologizing for her indiscretions. However secret, part of her felt bad after every show, so she dolled herself up in pencil trousers and a silk blouse beneath her floral apron. Set the dining room table with the good china her mother bought them as a housewarming gift before heading into her home office to work on her blog.