Last night one of my regular cam subs, Smitty, contacted me to buy a cam session. Normally our sessions consist of tease and denial combined with heavy threats of public exposure and blackmail. There’s never any real life any follow through because as much as it turns him on, the thought of his face popping up on my twitter feed terrifies him to the core. Lately he’s wanted to play around with chastity.
Ah, the opposing desires of sexuality.
Chastity isn’t something I generally practice. I’ll talk about it in my videos or cam sessions, but the act generally lends itself better to real life sessions (which I don’t do.) A sub may have the best (e.g. horniest) of intentions when he says he wants to lock his dick up and mail me the key, but all that ambition is inevitably lost in one sticky squirt long before he’s even made a single step towards the post office.
Smitty, however, came prepared: with a cock cage and a luggage lock with a self-setting combo code. The game was simple, pay me $100 to jump on skype for 10 minutes, watch him randomly select the code close to the cam with his eyes closed (so I could see the it but he couldn’t) then lock himself up.
Smitty is a total wuss… And I’m saying this relative to all the other wimpy subs I talk to on a daily basis. Within 3 minutes he’s panicking, telling me this was a bad idea and begging me for the code.
“Oh god! Please! This was a big mistake. I’m SO sorry Goddess Ceara.”
Sorry for what? I wonder…
Instead, I gave him a list of clips to buy and watch on loop while I went outside and enjoyed the beautiful sunny day for a few hours. He obliged.
When I came back home I found a list of whiney offline messages telling me how badly he was “suffering.” He really sounded desperate. So being the gracious person that I am, I allowed him to pay me $200 to talk about it on skype. He proceeded to spend that time pleading for the code as I laughed manically at him and teased him silly with peaks up my skirt.
How absurd that a guy with a chastity fetish can’t last a few hours locked up. Am I really to believe he was suffering? As some genius on twitter pointed out, he could just “cut the lock out with bolt cutters.”…Right…. Or he could have, you know, not pay to get locked up in the first place.
Regardless, I’m a reasonable woman, so I gave him a few options to earn the code. 1. He could send $500 right now 2. He could allow for his picture to be posted on my twitter feed. 3. He could wait until I get back later that night after dinner to discuss it further.
All of those options sounded terrible to Smitty, but apparently the least terrible was option #1. Unfortunately that meant he had to call his credit card company to raise his limit and they put him on a long hold. Meanwhile I had to get ready to go out to dinner in 10 min.
Too bad for Smitty, after all that trouble, I wasn’t even around to help him enjoy his release to the fullest. He was out $800 for the day and I spent a total of 30 minutes with him.