Saved by Sex Work: How I Became a Successful Camgirl

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Saved by Sex Work: How I Became a Successful Camgirl
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Author: Ivy Augustine

I have always considered myself a lucky person. I come from a well-off family, and was once a promising college sophomore who had all the time in the world to make up her mind. My future looked so certain. So predictable.

Until it suddenly wasn’t.

In what seemed like the blink of an eye, my family and I grew farther and farther apart. The compound issue of cold feet and money troubles made college classes both impractical and unbearable.

At the peak of our troubles, my partner and I stuffed our belongings in a storage room. Night after night, once I had finished the shifts I worked for my two part-time jobs, he waited in front of my workplace. My dog paced about in the backseat, anxious as ever, wagging his tail frantically as I approached. We drove to the nearest Wal-mart and picked up two cans of Chef Boyardee, which we ate cold out of the can. One time my card declined. I’ll never forget how embarrassed I was that night.

Then we would walk out to the very back of the parking lot and sit in the car, leaning our seats back to sleep. Over time, we started to recognize other cars like ours that would stay overnight, and parked across from them out of some unspoken acknowledgment.

I know. Me too.

In retrospect, things could have been infinitely worse. They always could be. But as I clocked into my Thursday shift in an unwashed company shirt and a pair of cheap khakis that grew baggier by the day, my cheeks started to flush hot with both embarrassment and anger. In that instance I felt powerless to control my own life. My hours at my retail position dwindled as I took a dollar pay raise, because of course they did. These dead-end jobs were quickly proving to be exactly that: a dead end. An end to stability, an end to comfortable living, and soon, I feared--an end to my once bright and sunny future.

Fortunately, our nights in the car were short-lived, traded for a shared house with a generous couple, to whom I am still very thankful for. I continued working steadily as a car dealership receptionist for a couple more months, but our savings built up far too slowly to get out on our own again. It was time to find something faster, more lucrative.

Now I know that at this point you must be thinking I chose to cam because I was desperate to escape an unfortunate situation, but this is not one of those stories. The choice was never reactionary, as my interest piqued long before things started going south for me. I’d lay in my bed perusing cam sites with my eagerly supportive partner, longing to be one of those smiling e-girls dancing about their bedroom for the adoration of thousands. I would even practice my conversation skills on free chat rooms like Omegle to prepare. My partner dutifully devoted months towards researching tested methods to help me succeed. These initial steps, and his continuous support, made all the difference.

After experimentation with different camsites, I finally began the laborious task of establishing myself as a full-fledged model. My naturally shy personality wracked me with nerves at first, but with the help of my viewers, it quickly gave way to an unparalleled fascination with a brand new world of kink and sexuality. I had always been curious and interested in various paraphilias, more than willing to incorporate them into my own blossoming sexuality. I soon found experiences that camming exposed me to that I never would have discovered otherwise. I loved that camming offered me new challenges to my performances every day and new insights into myself and my viewers.

After some upgrades to my equipment (which consisted of an external webcam and a flexible lamp) after I made an enthusiastic final call to become a full-time cammodel, I carefully split my time between my “vanilla” receptionist job and my discreet cam life, all while tip-toeing about my roommates’ daily schedules. When I think back on it now, it was quite a unique situation, but it forced me to block out my time, leaving me with a rhythmic schedule. From there, I had amassed an overwhelmingly warm response almost immediately. In one week (my second week of camming, I had made nearly a month’s wage at my current position.

The following week, I quit my day job. The day after, I was in a panic.

I fell into a constant state of anxiety that I made a reckless spur of the moment decision. That I had once again given up control of my life.

But things only started looking up. The bank account grew more stable. We ate warm, decent food. We made friends, modestly celebrating on the weekends, and indulging in the holidays together with a full array of presents and a meatloaf I am still contractually obligated to make every Christmas after. We even moved out early into a charming apartment I’ll be sore to leave in the spring and picked up a few new members of our family along the way. This might not be a millionaire’s story, but as I’ve come to find, success isn’t built on numbers alone.

I can no longer say I always consider myself a lucky person. But as unpredictable as the future may be, I’m so glad I found camming and I love signing in every day.

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kaycikitten
You're amazing; so strong and inspirational! Thank you so much for sharing
4 months ago
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FaerieStar
Learning to adapt in a terrible situation helps us glow up. Sometimes you have to go through the struggle to come out better on the other side. I'm so proud of you.
9 months ago

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