How I became a cam girl
Everyone has their own reasons for entering into the business. Some do it for money, that’s the obvious
one of course. Some do it out of boredom, some do it as it’s their own kink, they get off from the feeling
of being observed, complemented, desired. The erotic sensation of having dozens of people
complimenting you and telling you how much they want you, combined with the separation from the
people to preserve safety. I can definitely see the appeal, sometimes in a highly arousing way. But for me,
my motivation to enter the world of camming came from a break up and a particularly unpleasant dry
spell. I had seen little action for a number of weeks, the only guys who had made themselves known to
me tended to be unpleasant to the point that I would have to seriously lower my standards in order to get
with them. I wanted an aspect of sexual thrill again, to put myself out there and to try something new and
exciting. So when my friend Jessie, in a particularly long game of never have I ever, involving lots of
different alcohol, revealed to us that she had done some cam work in the past, I couldn’t help but
become curious. I didn’t know what would come of it, maybe a little of either money or sexaul
satisfaction, but the idea was in my head and there was little I could do to get it out other than to yield to
It was a while still until I eventually went live however. I wanted to do this right, ensure that I wasn’t going to be screwed over by some site on the internet or be harassed and abused by douchebags online. I wanted to know what I was getting into, be as informed as I could possibly be. So I spent some time researching, different sites, different styles, reading accounts of other women who had done the same job. I went and watched some as well, what free videos I could find from online porn sites and live streams, just to get a sense of how the other girls behaved and acted on camera. On top of this, I wanted to get an idea of what I would need to do during this work. I was rather comfortable and enthusiastic with my sexuality and had experimented with a variety of toys, all of which I kept in an old gym bag under my bed. I watched a variety of girls online, making mental references of the way they talked and posed, what they wore and what were the ways they revealed everything.What toys they used and the way they maximised all their assets when they performed. It certainly did look as though they were having fun, stretched out in seductive lingerie and playing themselves in a way that revealed genuine pleasure. It certainly turned me on to watch, and I couldn’t resist tucking a hand between my legs whilst engaged in my ‘research’. I even called this cheap phone sex number I found, to get some tips from that girl.
I practiced before I went live, just to make myself comfortable with the idea of being naked and seductive on camera. Whilst my flatmate was out of the house one night, I turned on the webcam on my laptop, pressed record, and acted the role of the cam girl for just myself. I tried on different clothes to see how they looked on screen; swimwear that extensiated my cleavage and allowed my nipples to be ever so slightly visible underneath the bikini top, leggings that perfectly showed off my ass and, when I intentionally got myself around, showed my pussy getting slowly wetter as I posed for myself. I wore some lingerie an ex had convinced me to wear, and a short skirt schoolgirl outfit I had worn to a club night, finding which outfits made me look the best, made me look desirable and gave me the look of someone excited to be seen. I got comfortable being naked on camera too, and touched myself whilst maintaining eye contact with the camera. I played with my dark brown hair, cupped my breasts and slowly traced a finger around my nipples, sucked on one of my dildos and traced it down my body, turning surrounding and bending over so my ass was perfectly visible as I pushed deep inside me. At times, I almost forgot that the camera was there and just focused on making myself feel good, cumming several times and letting whatever noises that came out of my mouth be loud and unrestrained. When I watched the videos back, it was undeniably hot. I looked far more comfortable on camera than I thought I would, and definitely enjoyed the sight of watching me cumming. I had to admit, I definitely looked good. I’d pay to see me get off. Good thing I don’t have to.
Finally, I took the plunge. I made an account on Xcams, having found it recommended as one of the more trustworthy sites based on online information, as the nice woman that wrote how to become a cam girl told me. Not wanting to use my own name just in case anyone tried to look me up online, I created it under the name Josie Baker. I chose a photo of myself for the profile in a very low cut shirt with no bra underneath, makeup put on nice and neat, and my hair tied so it fell to one side next to my right breast. In the about me section I filled in as many tags as I could think of at the time, and then I wrote, ‘21 Years old. I like to make myself look sexy, show off every inch of my body and pleasure myself with a variety of fun toys. I’d love for you to watch me, surprise me with requests and make me happy with the knowledge that you’re feeling ever so good whilst you watch me. I do live shows and personal shows, I always put in the effort to surprise and entertain, and I’m always looking to try new things and push myself with the fun things I can do to myself. Can’t wait for you to see me.” And thus, I became a cam girl.
How a regular Tuesday looks like for me
Tuesday was one of my main days to work. People online, fed up with the monotony that returning to
work can bring get through two days of work but then find themselves looking for a form of release, for
distraction. I spend the morning relaxing myself, going to the gym to warm my body up for a while and
then spending at least an hour on facemasks, makeup and picking out the clothes to wear. I alternated
the shows I did that day, doing an hour on and off on the live streams that anyone could watch during the
afternoon, looking to attract as many new viewers as possible, and then spent the evening doing private
shows for specific clients. Those were the ones that were more interesting, as I was indulging in people’s
specific fetishes and desires. But it’s also where the real money came from, so I was always happy to
The open cam shows always began with me in a robe, even if it was over a whole outfit I had on. I liked to draw people in with the suspense and then give away the outfit with a nice slow reveal. I opened up my account and posted to my followers that I would be going live at my regular time in an hour. When I was ready to begin, I had 23 people in the chat waiting to see me. “It’s so good to see you all again” I say to the wave of comments and notifications flooding the screen as I turn on the camera. “I have to say, I’ve really missed you all. It’s been so long since I’ve done one of these little gatherings, I was beginning to think you’d forgotten about me.” Someone in the chat tipped an easy £5. “So soon already. You’re all so super generous like that. I suppose I should give you a little present for your kindness.” I slip the road robe off my shoulder, and slowly let it fall to the ground to reveal a dark red mesh top that absolutely failed at hiding my breasts underneath. I smiled as I looked down and started rubbing my nipples underneath the top. “Woops, silly me. I seem to have let my girls slip out, that really was careless of me. And I’m afraid that’s not the only thing slipping out right now”.
Turning around, I leaned forward to show off my legs coming out from a black leather skirt. My ass facing the camera, I pulled the skirt slowly up to reveal the naked cheeks underneath. I could hear the pinging sound as the chat and tips went wild, I grinned despite myself, enjoying the attention. I slapped my ass a couple times in recognition, then pulled the skirt fully up to reveal a glimpse of my already wet pussy underneath. I spread my legs further so that it was more visible, shaking my ass even more to the enjoyment of my trusty voyeurs. Turning around again, I pull the top over my head leaving me naked but for the skirt hitched around my waist. I reach down and slowly start rubbing my clit, adjusting the camera in order to give them a better view. “I’m glad to see everyone so excited. Mmmm, it’s a real big turn on for me. Any requests for me to make you enjoy yourselves even more?” It did not take long for the requests to come in.
“Twerk that ass.”
“Suck on one of your toys”
“I want to see you riding a cock”
It was strange to see all these requests coming at me so fast. But I checked how much had been donated so far, and I was happy to oblige. The private shows tended to be a lot more personalised. But that’s where the higher amount of money came from.
“You like to see me ride this cock? You like to see me acting like a little whore just for you?”
“Oh yeah baby, you’re such a little slut aren’t you?”
“Yes I’m slut, I’m your little slut, watch me bounce up and down like a bitch in heat for you.”
This was the performance I put on for my private clients. This guy, earlier 30s, self important based on his hair cut, enjoyed the sight of me playing the pornstar. Hypersexualised movements, lots of swearing, lots of self degradation. Clearly wanted someone to act out his personal fantasies of what he wishes women would act like. Well, for the £200 he had spent on me that evening, I was happy to oblige.
“It feels so big inside me” I moan. I had one of my larger dildos attached to the floor, and I was slowly bouncing up and down on it, stopping every 5 minutes or so to show him my stretched out pussy. Every so often he would make a new request, and I was all too happy to oblige,
“Suck that cock, I want to see you taste yourself on that big dick”. Obbidently, I shuffled around so he could get a good look at my mouth as I took that same dildo and ran it across my lips and began to play with the tip, doing what I would do to a real cock to make it feel good. I could see him furiously jerking himself off at the sight, his own cock slightly smaller than the one I was working with but not entirely unattractive looking.
“You’ve such a nice dick” I moaned, taking my mouth away from my toy for a moment. “I wish I was there to play with it, to suck it nice and deep, take it all down my throat. Not stopping until you came so I could swallow every drop like a good little girl for you.”
It was a pretty full Tuesday schedule. But it was anything but unsuccessful.
How my life changed after I started making $2000/day as a camwhore
I had never expected it to go so well to be honest. What had started off as a part time thing to
earn some extra money and to gain a sense of physical vindication had quickly led to an almost
full time job, with the money I was making surpassing any part time job I could get in any other
part time job I might otherwise be doing. More clients led to more money which led to more
quality which led to more viewers and publicity.
I invested some of the money I got from these people back into the show, including special request items. One client paid for me to get a full leather catsuit, that showed off each one of my curves. I spent that night slowly posing for him in each of the positions he requested before slowly stripping it off my body. I also bought several new pieces of lingerie to parade myself in, enjoying the attention it brought me and the sexiness it made me project.
I bought more toys as well in order to increase the variety of content I could create. Anal was a highly requested action and so I posted that I’d be doing a special show to debut the first self fucking my ass would get and set the admision price at $100 a head.
I had 35 people watch as I lubed up my ass, stretched it out with a finger at first and then with a full cock up there. I stretched my legs over my head, slowed, pushed a butt plug into me, and used a dildo to get me off. I came with a toy in both of my holes, and made over $5000 that night alone. I started playing more roles as well, adopting characters and personas in order fulfill as many requests and to bring to life as many fantasies as possible. A pair of dungarees and sparkly sunglasses made me into a stoned hippie, who would lie back singing softly whilst playing with herself, so laissez-faire about being observed.
A pencil skirt and silk blouse turned me into an obedient secretary, taking instructions whilst addressing her boss as ‘sir’ pulling down her skirt and staying bent over for as long as it took for them to cum. Some coloured extensions, black jeans, and strategically ripped band t-shirt turned me into a goth-rocker chick, who casually described letting rockers and groupies taking turns cumming on her face whilst she fingered her ass for everyone to see.
Each character was typically created for a specific fantasy for a client to enjoy, but who quickly leaked into the public site shows as well.
Each persona had her own particular fans who would tune in to watch them, and I created a timetable to let people know when their favourite girl would be coming live to pleasure herself for them. I think my favourite one to play was a character I liked to call ‘The Goddess’.
Here I dimmed the lights in my room, illuminated it with candles, and laid naked on the bed.Moving slowly and sensually, I poured and rubbed body oil into myself and slowly traced my fingers up and down my body, barely even touching my pussy but remaining in a complete sense of erotic satisaction. It perhaps wasn’t my most overtly sexual persona, but it was certainly one of the most intimate.
I hadn’t told anyone in my private life about my work. To them, whenever I seemed a bit more strapped for cash, I just lied and made up some quick fire excuse. Money from my parents as a gift, picked up some extra shifts at a restaurant I was working at, even though I had found a wallet with some cash and no I.D in a street behind a bar one time. I wasn’t ashamed of my work, I just wanted to avoid the unnecessary questions and scrutiny. Plus, it was easier to do the work when I was sure that no one I knew would be actually watching.
It wasn’t though I was alone in this however. On a whim, I had reached out to some of the other cam workers on the site. Me and the other girls (and the occasional guy who did the same thing) chatted about what we enjoyed or didn’t enjoy about the work. Ideas for different characters, recommendations for different toys to try out or tips for ways to engage with our clients and viewers.
It was really nice actually, a supportive network free from judgement or scrutiny in a way that let us be open and prideful about our work. I even did some collaborations with some of the other workers, sharing a screen with another girl and mutually masturbating with her, or role playing a couple seducing a client with another guy. It was a rewarding experience, particularly as these special events were what led to a spike in mutual viewership and an extra income of tips and session building. It was a far more fantastic experience than I could have realised, making my life richer and filled with more pleasure than I ever could have expected.
I had some ideas for further content I could create, live sex shows, personalised recordings, there were always new possibilities for me try out. I was certainly grateful for the rise in income, letting me buy nicer clothes, drinks, and holidays for myself as well as create a savings account. I even got offered a sponsorship to endorse a particular toy company online. They sent me a couple of free vibrators to use, and I was happy to recommend them after squirting due to a 9 inch toy inside me. I was really happy with my lifestyle, my view towards sex and pleasure had never been so rewarding, and I was enjoying every element that the work through my way.
Judge me all you like, I’ve no regrets becoming a cam-whore.