Author: emptyheadedsub

Cam [m]odel adventures: Part 2

I finish setting up and get comfortable in front of the screen. The camera is pointed at me, seemingly relaxed on the hotel bed. My hands are shaking with nervousness and excitement as I click “Broadcast”. The hashtags I use for my room quickly pay off and I’m starting to see a steady trickle of users. The most popular by far is #slave and #bdsm. Maybe there’s something attractive in the duality of my relaxed pose and the possibility of a dirty and intense performance.

The first few visitors are free viewers and I engage with them in a friendly banter. Sometimes, some of the best connections I make are with those who are simply there to watch for free. However, soon I start to see paying customers. They are usually men and most want to see something intense for their money. I am not sexually attracted to men and there’s something humiliating and degrading being a straight boy, being used by men as a prostitute. The thought of that somehow really turns me on. Read more »

Cam [m]odel adventures: Part 1

By the time I check into my hotel it’s 7:30 in the morning. The clock starts now and I have 24 hours to earn my debt. The debt is quite high. I must earn enough money to pay for the room, the toys, the costumes, and the “tools”. I have a feeling that this going to be a very intense day. I’ve brought enough food and water to last all day, however I’m half expecting that some of it will end up being used in alternative means. To stay awake I have a few energy drinks, some ice coffee, and stamina-boosting vitamins.

I’m nervous, a little scared, and really excited. My heart is pumping, my head is spinning, and I’m starting to feel a wet sticky spot forming in my undies. I’ve already showered and shaved so I immediately start setting up. The food and drinks go into the refrigerator, the toys and tools get unpacked and laid on the bed, and i found the perfect spot for a camera. I expect that I will be moving around from the bed to the floor to the bathroom and back. The hardest part is figuring out how to set up the lights in this potential gauntlet. Read more »

My sexual [m]iseducation

My first sexual experience was as a teenager with an older female coworker. We worked together at a restaurant and, after an especially long and frustrating shift, decided to go out for coffee and relax. We ended up on a beach, sitting on a lifeguard tower and making out. After feeling my erection, she reached into my pants and collected some precum on her fingers. To my amazement she licked it off and kissed me. I could taste myself and it turned me on incredibly. She pulled me off the tower and into a beach-side hotel where she taught me how to lick her and make her cum. It was an incredible, but short-lived experience. To my heart break, I found out that I was simply a rebound before she got back with her ex-bf.

My follow-on sexual education continued through encounters with many different women and sex in many available places. Back of the car, stall of a public restroom, bed of a married woman… I felt wild and was seeking out one night stands with older, confident women who knew what they wanted and how they wanted it. Read more »