I am Kevin's camcorder.

I am a feat of modern technology, handsome in my simplicity, yet full of features that have yet to be fully explored. On bright days I record the simple daily pleasures of life with my owner. Sun-kissed days in the woods near his ancestral home; windy days at sea with his friends; silly nonsense on the bus in between two more unidentifiable venues.

But at night ... oh, at night. My tasks become much more complicated, more demanding. The things I have seen would surely make you blush. I know that my tapes bear evidence of my owner's nocturnal activities, or is that 'proclivities'? But I digress.

You see before you the subject of most of my owner's recordings. See how he holds me? I know what he's watching, for I was there to record it. He remembers it as well, because you see ... he's watching himself. Oh yes, he is witnessing the events of the evning prior; events in which he was a willing, if sometines 'restrained' participant. I can feel his fingers tense as the scenes unfold and he is held spellbound.

Restraint ... something that my young subject can only define in terms of rich leather straps and soft velvet blindfolds. His breath is shallow as he sees my owner touch him and stroke him into submission. His palm begins to sweat as he watches his own body rise to meet his lover's mouth. He moans as he watches the delicious teasing that held him captive upstairs, just last night. He watches even as their game is played to completion, leaving both spent and sated in the aftermath.

The tape ends and he sighs.

I wait in silence for my owner's footsteps, and surely enough, they come soon. In whispered agreement, I hear their plans to meet again, tonight. The tension in the room begins to rise, and I hear my owner's lover promise, "Tonight ... tonight is your turn."

I shiver in anticipation, knowing the treat that is in store for me tonight.

I am Kevin's camcorder.

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