prey would like to mention up front that, for the most part, she very much loves her job as a camgirl. She enjoys the company of the men she meets, being able to share in their fantasies and work on fulfilling them. She enjoys getting to know her companions, not only when it comes to their sexual desires, but also getting to know them for the men they are. She has a few regulars that, when she sees them come into her room, it makes her night that much better, because she knows that here is a man that honestly and truly enjoys her company. She welcomes these friendships and each of these men is someone that she thinks about every day, hoping that they're well and that she'll be able to talk with them again soon.
prey also enjoys being able to indulge her exhibitionist side in her work. She loves showing off her body and sharing her sexual self uninhibited. She finds many fetishes to be intriguing and always loves to learn new things about the vastly unique creature that is human sexuality. She loves being able to adopt roles that she may not get to explore much in reality, in a way that is comfortable to her.
Unfortunately, all of these good things must compete with other things that are far from pleasant.
prey gets people in her room that demand things of her she cannot give without risking a ban from her position, or tell her that they will only engage her in a private show if she gives them a preview of something, only to run off and leave her feeling used for a quick and cheap thrill. (Would you tell your plumber that you'll pay them to fix your sink, but only after they show you they can change out the pipes?) It's because of this that prey has decided to no longer give 'samples' in her free chat, despite being sad that this change will potentially impact her interactions with some of her regulars, men that she knows are honest and only ask for things that would provide a small added bonus to the play they already enjoy. prey is happy to fulfill requests and enjoys it, but prey refuses to permit her good nature to be abused any further.
prey also gets people in her room with no concept of boundaries. Many people ask where she's from, which she has no issue with sharing (Toronto is a big city, after all). What prey does take issue with are the people that think that being local to her (also from Toronto and the surrounding area) somehow means that prey would be interested in the slightest in meeting offsite. Despite telling these people that the site forbids such contact, they continue to push and attempt to pry more detailed information on her location from her, something that prey finds to be both distasteful and more than a little bit concerning in regards for her perception of her personal safety.
Then there are those people that, when prey reveals that she is in a committed relationship, have taken it upon themselves to launch into tirades about how they're going to find her Master and commit horrible assaults against Him in some bizarre attempt to steal prey away from Him for themselves. Either that, or they become abusive towards prey herself, telling her how she's a manipulative bitch and how it's 'not cool' that she's dating someone.
And finally, there are those intriguing people that simply introduce themselves in the most abrasive manner possible. prey has had many instances of people coming into her room and immediately flinging all kinds of insults at her. Most often it's some form of "You're a fat, ugly bitch and why would anyone want to sully themselves even touching you?" prey admits, these kinds of things used to be very hurtful for her, but now that she's older and wiser, she recognizes it as the poor attempts of an insecure person to make themselves feel better at the expense of her emotions. prey knows that she's a beautiful girl deserving of love and affection, so she's able to simply sit back and laugh at such pathetic outbursts now.
In sum - prey loves her job, but some of the people that come with it leave a whole world of things to be desired. To those wonderful men that leave her with smiles, laughter and fantastic orgasms, prey appreciates you and all that you do to brighten up her day.
To those men that treat prey like dirt - go fuck yourself, because she's certainly not going to.
11 Dec 2011
Comforts
She sits beside Him as He lays prone on His stomach, His signal to her that it is time to serve, her cue to massage His body. She enjoys this quiet service, being able to give Him something that He enjoys and desires while simultaneously being able to take enjoyment.
She raises His shirt up, exposing His flesh. He is warm to the touch. She gazes on Him with a soft smile, taking in the sight of His bare back. Patches of fine dark hair, soft to the touch, run down along the outer sides of His back at the widest curve of His ribs and spread across the hollow of His spine just above the rise of His buttocks; He has many freckles, and a small birthmark that she leans down to kiss gently. She loves the sight of His bare skin and there is something about His back that stirs her desire.
She begins to knead her fingertips into His flesh, gentle but firm, working her way up along His spine and down along His sides. Her thumbs press down, working the muscles just alongside His spine, drawing a low contented sound from Him. Her hands play over His back, kneading, massaging, the feel of His muscles under her palms delighting her. She massages His shoulders, working her fingers into the hollows of His clavicle near the shoulder joint; He murmurs His approval of her work.
She slips down to her knees next to Him while she works, leaning close to nuzzle along His spine. Her tongue traces a line along the midline of His back, running up from His tailbone to the nape of His neck, where she places a lingering kiss. She rubs her cheeks over His skin, taking in the scent of His flesh, the warmth of His body, raining kisses over His back while her hands continue the massage. She drinks Him in with all her senses, luxuriating in His smell, His taste, His heat; there is something deeply intoxicating about Him and she wallows in it, trying to wrap the very essence of Him, His masculinity, around her as she bathes herself in His body.
His breathing deepens, turning to a gentle snore as He dozes off. The sound gives her pause before she smiles wider, closing her eyes and resting her cheek on His back. She retakes her seat beside Him, gently pulling His shirt back down but still running her hand up and down His back underneath it, a soothing gesture. It warms her heart when this happens, when her touch and affection relaxes Him to the point of slumber; while it may be brief, that she is able to soothe Him in such a way makes her feel special, needed by Him.
He wakes a few moments later and, at her request, rolls over so that she can snuggle in next to Him. She lays quiet in the circle of His arms, her head resting in the curve of His shoulder, her cheek pressed to His chest. Again, she can't help but bask in His presence; in His arms, she feels safe, whole and loved. He is her Master, her Love, and she marvels in that quiet moment just how blessed she feels to be able to lie with Him.
Such moments are precious to her.
She raises His shirt up, exposing His flesh. He is warm to the touch. She gazes on Him with a soft smile, taking in the sight of His bare back. Patches of fine dark hair, soft to the touch, run down along the outer sides of His back at the widest curve of His ribs and spread across the hollow of His spine just above the rise of His buttocks; He has many freckles, and a small birthmark that she leans down to kiss gently. She loves the sight of His bare skin and there is something about His back that stirs her desire.
She begins to knead her fingertips into His flesh, gentle but firm, working her way up along His spine and down along His sides. Her thumbs press down, working the muscles just alongside His spine, drawing a low contented sound from Him. Her hands play over His back, kneading, massaging, the feel of His muscles under her palms delighting her. She massages His shoulders, working her fingers into the hollows of His clavicle near the shoulder joint; He murmurs His approval of her work.
She slips down to her knees next to Him while she works, leaning close to nuzzle along His spine. Her tongue traces a line along the midline of His back, running up from His tailbone to the nape of His neck, where she places a lingering kiss. She rubs her cheeks over His skin, taking in the scent of His flesh, the warmth of His body, raining kisses over His back while her hands continue the massage. She drinks Him in with all her senses, luxuriating in His smell, His taste, His heat; there is something deeply intoxicating about Him and she wallows in it, trying to wrap the very essence of Him, His masculinity, around her as she bathes herself in His body.
His breathing deepens, turning to a gentle snore as He dozes off. The sound gives her pause before she smiles wider, closing her eyes and resting her cheek on His back. She retakes her seat beside Him, gently pulling His shirt back down but still running her hand up and down His back underneath it, a soothing gesture. It warms her heart when this happens, when her touch and affection relaxes Him to the point of slumber; while it may be brief, that she is able to soothe Him in such a way makes her feel special, needed by Him.
He wakes a few moments later and, at her request, rolls over so that she can snuggle in next to Him. She lays quiet in the circle of His arms, her head resting in the curve of His shoulder, her cheek pressed to His chest. Again, she can't help but bask in His presence; in His arms, she feels safe, whole and loved. He is her Master, her Love, and she marvels in that quiet moment just how blessed she feels to be able to lie with Him.
Such moments are precious to her.
5 Dec 2011
Cravings
prey would like to preface this entry with a short blurb explaining her pronoun shift. prey enjoys speaking in third person, both because it's an entertaining exercise in linguistics (maintaining use of third person pronouns in a way that's understandable and easy to follow can be tricksy) and because it settles her more into her slave mentality. prey does not captialize her Master's name for her, so while she understands that posts beginning with her slave name are in essence gramatically incorrect, she adheres to her Master's whims over correct-ness. prey mentions all of this now because she will be using this format for all posts from this point forward. That said...
prey is craving things.
prey is a masochist. She suspected as much in her younger days, when thoughts and fantasies of being beaten and abused did much to wet her panties. Canes, belts, floggers, crops, she thought about it all; how would it feel to have a lash kiss her tender flesh, to have a paddle strike her with enough force and frequency to leave behind bruises and welts? Other fantasies intertwined with these; thoughts of being bitten and cut, being bled by One that overpowered her, set her mind to frenzy.
prey has explored her masochism slowly thus far. While her Master has pushed her closer to realizing those fantasies than any other she's been with, prey has had many partners that have been happy to explore with her. She remembers fondly when T gave her her first flogging and when he welted her ass with a paddle, and she is glad to have had the opportunity to take lashings from a belt across the ass from her dearest B (a fantasy that may well have played a part in ending her marriage some years before, though not to her sorrow). She cannot remember the first to take a blade to her skin, nor the first to lay bare hand to her ass, but they too played their roles in forming the desires she now holds.
It has been her Master, however, that has pushed those desires to the point they stand at today. Master was the first to truly sink teeth into her, bites so hard that prey would be left deeply bruised, skin broken. prey has come to crave this pain, these noms, despite still feeling fear of the pain, if only because she still has no idea how far she can be taken.
He has used her roughly, overwhelmed her with teeth until she lies sobbing beneath Him. She craves those tears, because they leave her helpless, defenseless, afraid. She trusts that He will never truly bring her harm, but to be overpowered by Him in such a way brings out her instinct to flee, to struggle, to fight, only to be overpowered by Him further. He is the Dragon, He will never let her go; her escape is His consumption and she thinks ever fondly of freedom. The bruises that mark her body when He is exhausted are the symbol of her slavery, the scar on her leg prized as a reminder that He has tasted truly of her flesh.
She craves the pain more than ever before now. Her head swims in circles, her mind chasing itself endlessly while her body trembles with want, not only for the pleasures of the past, but for the fantasies of the future ahead. There is still so much that prey has yet to taste in pain, she feels frenzied in her desires. She knows she must be patient, though, and if she can wait calmly and trust, she will find all her dreams of suffering realized.
prey is craving things.
prey is a masochist. She suspected as much in her younger days, when thoughts and fantasies of being beaten and abused did much to wet her panties. Canes, belts, floggers, crops, she thought about it all; how would it feel to have a lash kiss her tender flesh, to have a paddle strike her with enough force and frequency to leave behind bruises and welts? Other fantasies intertwined with these; thoughts of being bitten and cut, being bled by One that overpowered her, set her mind to frenzy.
prey has explored her masochism slowly thus far. While her Master has pushed her closer to realizing those fantasies than any other she's been with, prey has had many partners that have been happy to explore with her. She remembers fondly when T gave her her first flogging and when he welted her ass with a paddle, and she is glad to have had the opportunity to take lashings from a belt across the ass from her dearest B (a fantasy that may well have played a part in ending her marriage some years before, though not to her sorrow). She cannot remember the first to take a blade to her skin, nor the first to lay bare hand to her ass, but they too played their roles in forming the desires she now holds.
It has been her Master, however, that has pushed those desires to the point they stand at today. Master was the first to truly sink teeth into her, bites so hard that prey would be left deeply bruised, skin broken. prey has come to crave this pain, these noms, despite still feeling fear of the pain, if only because she still has no idea how far she can be taken.
He has used her roughly, overwhelmed her with teeth until she lies sobbing beneath Him. She craves those tears, because they leave her helpless, defenseless, afraid. She trusts that He will never truly bring her harm, but to be overpowered by Him in such a way brings out her instinct to flee, to struggle, to fight, only to be overpowered by Him further. He is the Dragon, He will never let her go; her escape is His consumption and she thinks ever fondly of freedom. The bruises that mark her body when He is exhausted are the symbol of her slavery, the scar on her leg prized as a reminder that He has tasted truly of her flesh.
She craves the pain more than ever before now. Her head swims in circles, her mind chasing itself endlessly while her body trembles with want, not only for the pleasures of the past, but for the fantasies of the future ahead. There is still so much that prey has yet to taste in pain, she feels frenzied in her desires. She knows she must be patient, though, and if she can wait calmly and trust, she will find all her dreams of suffering realized.
1 Dec 2011
An Introduction
I am prey.
I am a voraciously sexual girl that enjoys many kinds of erotic play, including exhibitionism, humiliation and bondage. I'm a budding masochist that loves a good beating, be it barehanded spankings over Daddy's knee or being paddled and flogged while on hands and knees over the bed. There are very few things I find unreasonably perverse and am open to trying a great many kinks.
I work in the adult webcam industry, indulging my exhibitionist side for the enjoyment and pleasure of many. I love meeting new people through my work and sharing in their fantasies.
In my personal life, I am the devoted slave of my beloved Master, as well as being Daddy's little girl. I bear His collar and take pride in being owned by Him. I strive to be the best I can, to serve Him and make Him happy. In turn, He encourages me to learn and grow in my submission, and to better myself in all things. I love Him with every fibre of my soul.
My respective orientations are genderfluid, pansexual and polyamorous, the last of which I share with Master. We hope in time to find a sister slave to join us as part of a long-term closed triad.
My plan for this blog is to have a place where I can speak frankly about all the aspects of my personal and professional life, most notably in regards to my growth as a slave in the BDSM lifestyle; a place where I flaunt my sexual self in all its manifestations, from photographs to artwork to written erotica. Here, there is no such thing as TMI. ;)
I am a voraciously sexual girl that enjoys many kinds of erotic play, including exhibitionism, humiliation and bondage. I'm a budding masochist that loves a good beating, be it barehanded spankings over Daddy's knee or being paddled and flogged while on hands and knees over the bed. There are very few things I find unreasonably perverse and am open to trying a great many kinks.
I work in the adult webcam industry, indulging my exhibitionist side for the enjoyment and pleasure of many. I love meeting new people through my work and sharing in their fantasies.
In my personal life, I am the devoted slave of my beloved Master, as well as being Daddy's little girl. I bear His collar and take pride in being owned by Him. I strive to be the best I can, to serve Him and make Him happy. In turn, He encourages me to learn and grow in my submission, and to better myself in all things. I love Him with every fibre of my soul.
My respective orientations are genderfluid, pansexual and polyamorous, the last of which I share with Master. We hope in time to find a sister slave to join us as part of a long-term closed triad.
My plan for this blog is to have a place where I can speak frankly about all the aspects of my personal and professional life, most notably in regards to my growth as a slave in the BDSM lifestyle; a place where I flaunt my sexual self in all its manifestations, from photographs to artwork to written erotica. Here, there is no such thing as TMI. ;)
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