I found this hack on Tumblr, by dulcamarae (no longer active).
It’s a cool trick so you can take pictures of yourself in bed, hands-free, by attaching your phone to the ceiling and taking pics using the voice command. It doesn’t HAVE to be the ceiling. It can be a wall or a mirror, etc. It’s great if you don’t have a tripod and the selfie stick is simply not an option.
What this couple did was find/made a little cardboard box into which their phone would fit. Just cut out holes for the camera and then glue velcro to both the box and the ceiling, so the whole thing can come down and be moved it to another spot.
Turn on your camera to voice activation. You usually have to say “cheese” or “LG” or whatever words the camera instructions tell you to do. You’ll also want to turn the sound on, so you can hear the click when a picture is taken.
You’re thinking, ‘OK, great… the camera is velcro-ed way the hell up on the ceiling and we have no idea how the pictures look, so what? Are we supposed to just guess? Am I supposed to stand up on the bed and take down the camera every 5 minutes to look at each picture?’ Nope. You can view what your phone sees right on your laptop or computer while the camera is on the ceiling. Just download an app called IP Webcam (Android Play Store) or something similar. It will create a live stream with an url which you can watch on your computer. Simply move your laptop next to you, and just adjust yourself to take the best pics.
And voila! Now you can home-porn your pegging sessions like the pros. Yes, I just made ‘home-porn’ a verb.
It’s May 2020 now, and only 2 months into the Coronavirus stay-at-home, all-around suspension of life fallout. Some cities/states are ‘opening back up’, but it’s a rash move and one that healthworkers deem insane. We’ll soon see. The virus has been devastating to the people on the planet, but the only way the globe could take care of herself, imo. She needed a miracle and she got one. No one knows what the fuck is going on, who to believe, or when things will be OK, and people are scared.
While most humans are social creatures and rely on the company and social interaction with each another, there are many who don’t. While most humans experience romantic love and affection at various points in their life, there are many who don’t. I’m NOT talking about the looney tune incels or asexuals, or anyone who made it their ‘identity’ to remain a stoic island. I’m talking about those who are otherwise sane and functional people who are going through an emotional bad time or dealing with a physical disability that would warrant them a period (or life) of isolation and loneliness. I learned of a certain forgotten demographic through online sex work and it changed me.
I feel honored to have heard the voices and feelings of widows and the terminally ill. Of beautiful but lonely people with deformities or just insanely hard lives. I will always remember the conversations that force you to hold it together and be so very present, just to break down sobbing like an infant the second you hang up. Right after he thanks you SO MUCH for those fleeting moments of normalcy or memories… so appreciative for your phone friendship. This is the stuff people don’t talk about. The human side that isn’t normally associated with phone sex, but escorts and some pro dommes know the deal. People can judge it all they want, while we just nod and stay silent because we’ve heard or seen this some things that you can’t unknow… and we don’t need validation from anyone.
I started doing paid phone sex back in 2004. At the time, only a handful of phone websites were big; Niteflirt, Talk Sugar, Keen had one, and a couple of others which I forget. I needed to find a reasonable way to make money while being a mom, and I already knew I could get paid for doing something sexy and controlling. My adult website was now offline and I thought this was absolutely perfect.
The protocol was the same for all the sites. You must have a LANDLINE, prove you’re an adult to make a profile, create a listing or two with some pics and what you’re about, and BAM you’re an independent contractor. Sites take the calls then reroute them to your line and take 30% after the dude hangs up. Easy as pie. I even bought one of those one-ear head sets that plug into your phone jack and then your phone, so I could be hands free. Why? I still have no idea what I thought I’d be doing to need both hands, but I used it twice and then it was shoved in the junk drawer. I still have it. ha! I remember creating some VERY generic, energetic and friendly listings at first, after looking at the other girls’ profiles to get a feel from the most popular listings. I did a couple of calls by men who were intentionally looking for new blood and immediately felt at home.
So, with my few hours of daytime privacy, I started with a typical female type listing, harping on my age (anyone over 30 was a big deal), and figured I’d just do my sexy voice and make phone friends while I described exactly my position in the chair on the phone, what I was wearing, blah blah. I’d ask them if they wanted to stroke their pretty cock for me, then I’d proceed to elaborate on how I’d give them head or have them imagine their face buried in my pussy as I pulled it open with my fingers, etcetera, etcetera. (btw, my Windows 10 did not recognize the word ‘etcetera’ just now.)
Anyway, although some of the men were very cheap and wanted immediate orgasms by talking AT me so they could hang up quickly, the majority of men calling were NOT the gross, lazy, perverted men who people assume would use such a service. They were regular guys, with jobs and wives and they were like… NORMAL. Yes, there are always the few that are creepy or rude or weird, but that’s life, so it’s not directly related to who uses the phone to get off. They were surprisingly super sweet and very polite and I felt I could be flirty sexy (albeit vanilla) without really being someone very different. In fact, I think I only pretended something out of my comfort zone a handful of times in my years of doing it. But more on that later.
I had already been selling worn socks and an occasional pair of shoes (and underwear here and there) on a site called eBanned for years. It was a very popular site in early 00s, as eBay was JUST catching on to folks selling used panties and condoms and toothbrushes shoved up their ass, and started banning those accounts. And although I don’t know the actual story… I WANT to say that some founding member of eBay was the mastermind behind eBanned, because it’s as if everyone knew where to go once they were given the boot from eBay, and it operated the very same way. * eBanned still exists, but is NOTHING of what it once was. I actually have no idea how it’s still online. It’s a sad sad site. If you want to sell (or buy) used clothing now, there are a TON of professional, well run websites to help you do so. Orange is the New Black brought it into the public eye as if it were a new thing, but it’s been going on for a long time. 😉
Anyway, by selling socks I sort of categorized the two main groups of men who collect those types of items, and felt I understood some reasons how they wound up on THOSE sites. But live interaction through the phone and creating a play by play scenario was a totally different ballgame. We were forced to speak with our voice (imagine that), and I was pleasantly surprised.
I was on call a lot during my second month. So much so that I got some little award and made over $1k and I felt really accomplished. But then I realized that the repetitive vanilla talk was WAY too stressful and left me feeling like I had to rewrite the scenario to create something fresh. It sounds crazy, but it would make me really anxious and exhausted. The men didn’t give a shit, but when I replayed the same scene or create the same actions over and over, I NEEDed to change something. So I added more listings with different themes or topics. One was for confessions only (many men want to confess made up stories and want you to react), another was for sex toys, etc. Yeah, no…. men didn’t care what the topic was. Once they got me on the phone, the listing headline meant nothing. So I was back to pretending that I loved doing whatever they wanted, which was usually lame and boring, but kind of sweet. * I find it so weird that they’d pay for vanilla, typical, average sex by voice, when they could be spewing crazy fetish shit to me and it costs exactly the same. So weird. Right?
I remember one of the first regular callers I ever had was a wirey little man (no idea his size but he seemed small) who, on my first call, asked me what items I had around me. I made the mistake of telling him I had a baseball bat under my bed, because I did. It was a collector kid toy type bat, but still a bat.
So, for the next month, he called once a week for about 20 minutes, and would stroke his cock to me dictating how I would s l o w l y cram this (he believed was a normal sized) wooden bat into my nearly-tearing pussy, which sounded like: ‘ohhh god…. my pussy…. fuck… it’s so fucking… big…. oh my god… I can’t…. are you sure you want me to do this cuz I’m so fucking stretched out…. my poor pussy (his name)… oh god -grunt- moan – …. do you like knowing my pussy is about to rip like this… is this what you want (his name that I don’t remember)… moan pant ad nauseam. All the while, I’m actually sitting in my chair, my feet up on the desk, doodling on a pad or just looking around my room, the bat buried under my bed somewhere.
After this, I decided to change up my profile and attitude and totally ran the show from then on. Aside from the few lovely men who wanted to talk and be heard in a friend-type way, I’d basically do what a domme does by asking what he’d want, then take the reins and do my thing. I’d talk so much that men would have no space to talk back, which turned out to be pretty good. If they were silent, it usually meant were stroking and satisfied.
Sometimes the interaction was super sexy and I’d get a little flustered and rub myself through my clothes, although I’d rarely actually truly get off so I’d pretend to orgasm. There were many sweet men who really wanted me to come WITH them, and when you pay for fantasy, you get it. It was a service and it was really fun, but the turn on was the power of doing this for someone. The control is the turn on for me. Not the fantasy act. Ok, fine, and some men were crazy sexy sounding and super sweet.
In my second year, I kept thinking about the old AOL chatrooms where the cross dressers and sissy bois would BEG me to watch them on their shitty webcams, as they dressed in stockings and makeup and felt so risque and taboo. I’d gladly comply with their request if I got to order them around, and I was immediately privy to these closet exhibitionists while they greased up beer bottles or their wives’ dildos or their fists and shoved them in their asses. They thought they were so rare and unusual, meanwhile on any given day, my screen could have 11 little video windows open with a modified copy of the same sexually repressed soul acting out his secret desires while seeking validation or permission or something. Some of those cams were surprising or scary, like those who shit on the floor or drank their own piss, that type of stuff. For the rest of the ‘normal’ freaks, I LOVED being their voyeur… and eventually I’ll get around to those stories, but right now I’m getting sidetracked. What am I talking about? Oh yeah… So upon remembering those chatrooms, I decided I wanted to watch men be nasty while gawked at, because I realized I could actually do it and be PAID. Oh, hello perfection.
From then on, I always asked my callers if they’d like to turn on their camera for me so I could watch them yank as we were on the phone. I was never on camera, but if they had a camera and wanted to be watched, I encouraged their shy side to come out and play, and it was usually wonderful. And though only 1% of my callers ever saw my face, I took some occasional pics of myself for a few men. I also made audio recordings for some others, and felt safe enough with a few to bring their calls offsite. I really liked doing it, and at some point I’ll write about some of my men. I’ve got some stories that will make you cry, and other stories that will make you cringe. But they’re all interesting as hell.
I dropped out of doing all phone work for a few years, and when I returned, the sites updated their platforms to accommodate all cell phones. I changed my listings to all domme and made more recordings. And although my listings were finally reflecting my natural no-role-play self… I never had the proper privacy or time to constantly log in and turn on and be on call yadda yadda, as much as I had those first few years. *Daytime is the prime time for phone sex, because men are at work or in their car, and away from home. In lieu of being attached to the phone sites, my phone work became part of my private domme work and morphed into Skype and text.
There are many different reasons why people call phone sex lines, and I’d say there are just a few less reasons as to why people provide it. And during this time of isolation and uncertainty, you’d think those phone sex sites would be on fire. But in a weird twist, the majority of callers have been home with family, so it’s leaving quite a gap in the business, as those who provide it are more often females with nothing to hide.
I highly recommend everyone doing phone sex at SOME point in their life. Honestly. Not kidding. It’s one of the most subtle teachers of tolerance and judgement. It forces you to learn about people and you may learn a lot about yourself. It teaches you how to listen, but also that you can be heard. Yes yes, it’s a paid thing, but so are a lot of things. Therapy comes in various forms. So does sex. So do connections. I wasn’t difficult for me, but I’d go out on a limb and say that it won’t be that hard for anyone else, either. If you never did it and you tried, I bet you would surprise yourself. It’s safer than every type of physical sex, and oftentimes can be extremely therapeutic when it’s with a kind soul who is feeling lonely and your voice is exactly what they needed to hear.
Your voice and personality is all that’s needed. And within this world, there’s every type of fetish, all genders, and all body types and races. You can create a facade or be 100%, it doesn’t really matter. People are people, and most people are good. Sometimes good people need a stranger to get their momentary freak on, or to vent or to tell stories or to confess or to dream out loud… and that’s OK. No, no… it’s not OK.
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