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Financial Domination & Mistress Stockings

Now this would be a good caller to get as a regular. So, there is a chat room that we can go in when we are not on a call, to then try and get a call from the guys checking out the site.

They meet us, see if we are into the same things they want to talk about (of course we are, we have to be and are paid to be), and then they call. Or they are just in there to try and have cyber sex with us for free. I don’t even like doing this for money, so no, I’m not going to do it for nothing!

Anyway, I was chatting with this one guy. He wanted to call me Mistress Stockings (doesn’t exactly roll of the tung, but I got the appeal, stockings are great and so is having a Mistress!) and he wanted me to call him Slave. Sometimes I referred to him as ‘Sissy Boy’ just to switch it up a bit.

All her wanted to talk about was, “how much I want his credit card,” and, ‘how fucked he would be if I had it.”

He wanted to talk about how I would financially drain him and take everything he had. He told me that he wouldn’t even be able to pay his mortgage after I was done with him and that he wouldn’t mind at all because I am, ‘Mistress Stockings!”

Ha, well I ordered the Sissy Boy to call, but he must have realized it is one thing to fantasize about being financially ruined by your Mistress and a totally other thing to even have to actually pay $30 to talk to her.

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The fictional play is based on a blog I wrote while working as a phone sex operator and I did that job over 15 years ago.

The blog you’re looking now.

Even then friends thought phone sex was kind of light and fluffy – how can there be any money in that? It already seemed old fashioned. A friend told me, he assumed I must have been lying and just didn’t want to admit that I was camming. I think that says more about what he was googling than where the money is in online sex work. 

I wasn’t lying and it wasn’t light and fluffy. You might assume now – 15 years later – phone sex… NOW it must be old fashioned. It must be a thing of the past like your  landline – the things that people wanted to talk about then they still want to talk about now. They are the things that often (hopefully) the closest you get to them are only in your mind. 

The blog was bad. It is bad… I’m cringing while rereading it now.

It was anonymous. My daily views were like zero to two. I sent it to a couple of friends who just expressed their concern for me and how they read some of it, but they weren’t able to keep reading it. 

One day, my phone was going a little berserk, and I was getting notification after notification. I freaked out. I went online and I saw that a more popular blog had found mine and reblogged it and in less than 24 hours it had been viewed like over 10K times. I logged on and I made it private so that no one could look at it. I know 10K doesn’t seem viral by today’s standards… I mean, I posted my mom on Tiktok and she got over 8 million – but it was different then and at the time, 10K in a day was way too much. Why put something online, if all you do once people look at it is hide it? I wrote quickly and badly. And I was writing honestly… and honestly… I…