Pay to Play

There was an interesting young doctor who coaxed me by example. He gently pushed me during conversation in the direction he wanted to go. He would ask to view me, watch me tease him for a bit. Then I shut down the webcam and let him beg to view more. I denied him and laughed. Let him beg more. Next came the demand. I would demand he pay me to view again. This would repeat itself several times while I drained him of whatever amount of money he had stocked just for this particular playtime. He would show up online now and then. There was no set schedule and if I wasn't ready to play, he had others he could and would play the game with. I never knew how long we were going to play or how much money he had to play with. Usually it ran about an hour and $100-200. On one occasion it ran much longer. I'm not sure how long. Could have been two hours, could have been six. I was caught up in what was happening and just lost track of time. It was an overwhelming experience. Someone taught me the game and paid me $800 that day to play. My head was about to explode! He was a nice enough fellow and I always thanked him for his generosity.

It was sad to see him go. What I could gather from other females online, one of the dommes outed him to others and he was being pursued by several who wanted a cut of the easy money. Well, really? It wasn't easy money unless you listened carefully to how to play his game. Young girls don't always get all the nuances, nor do they understand the intricacies of bdsm play. They'd barely scratched the surface before they were running around the web demanding money. One of these lovely ladies got into a conversation with him and demanded money.

The rumor was she gathered enough information about him to turn him in to his family. I can't say for sure if the story was true or what the consequences for him were. What I do know is it broke my heart to hear it. I truly felt bad for him because I felt I knew him. We had a connection. Enjoyed a harmless game together. It hurt to think someone could be so vicious. Could ruin a perfectly good human being over a few dollars. I never did get to play with him again.

It was the first time I felt my protective side kick in. There was a sense of obligation to shield these men from the harm that could be inflicted so easily by uncaring, greedy women. Problem was, I was also, in a way, trying to shield them from themselves. Some of them were so in love with the idea of being used by an evil, nasty bitch they stepped into deep waters without thinking. At least not with their big head.