I didn't discover my desire for BDSM until a couple of years ago. At the time, I was having some financial issues and decided to seek a side job. I piddled around on the internet for several days searching for some legitimate means of making quick online cash and found a new world. Adult Webcamming. I thought, what the hell. After a bit of research, I realized the benefits of quick cash far outweighed the consequences. Sure there would be that little bit of paranoia of a family member spotting you and the awkwardness that would come from that. But come on, what are the actual odds of that happening? You get paid to masturbate and get to talk to strangers all day. Perfect, right?
After much thought, I decided to sign up for a cam site and see where this would take me. The first night I set up my laptop with a cam and a light, put on some make up and a cute outfit, then logged on. Holy hell. Right off the bat I was getting compliments and men were clamoring to get my attention. It was a completely overwhelming experience just logging on! Right, I thought, you're here to make money. I'm a married woman after all. I can't make relationships with these men. I have a mission. So, I chatted with a few men and tried to get a feel around for the strangers who intended to spend and the ones who intended to troll.
Let me just say this: camming is not necessarily quick cash nor is it very easy. There are many people who don't intend on spending any money and you have to learn how to hustle. I honestly enjoyed the conversation I had with several gentlemen and had difficulty with the hustling part. For myself it was both business and pleasure. There is something empowering about controlling the show and getting a stranger off in front of your webcam that can't be explained without actually doing it.
My first night camming was pretty fun but unfortunately was not a big money maker. It takes a lot of hard work and the ladies who make a living doing it are true professionals. But I was ready for the challenge.
I logged on for my second day. And then he chose me. An older gentlemen messaged me and asked if I had a master. I thought, master? I'm married. Is that what he means? I told him no and that is where this all began. He took me into private and instructed me. He controlled the show. He controlled me. And I gave in. And I loved it.
I saw this man every night. He was a good tipper and an even better master. We participated in softcore sessions which was right at my level. He was kind and very playful. I began to explore deep into my sexuality and embrace being controlled in this fashion. After several weeks of this play, I began to want to experience this in real life. Not with him of course, but with my own husband. This I must say is pretty impossible because he has his kinks and I discovered that I have my own. But then again, nothing is impossible.
Eventually my master became a bit too dominant. He discovered that I had other clients and was not waiting around all day just to be with him. He became very jealous and mean to me. He saw me as his plaything and only his. I was married. I was also a cam girl. I chose to work with other clients. I had to for the money. I was not, in fact, his. He didn't like this very much and vocalized it. Unfortunately in doing so he scared me off and I had to end his sessions. Even though I had to end it, I was grateful to have met him and learn a few things. Not just about BDSM but about myself. A great curiosity and desire to be a sub had emerged in me. And I learned that subs have boundaries just as cam girls do, and sadly this man had crossed mine.