Camming Down the Rabbit Hole Ch. 07

I lay there for a while before the clicking of the camera shutter brought me back, I looked at the time and was shocked to see how late it was. Checking my phone I could see the full internet service had resumed, but although this was the time I would usually start my show, there was no way I would be able to perform again after that.

I quickly cleaned up, but resolved to at least put the clips and videos up. I briefly joined my chat to explain what had happened and apologised for not being able to do the shows. But added that there were now plenty of never before seen videos that they could watch, and soon to be added photos for their pleasure.

I set up Instagram, Twitter, Snapchat and WhatsApp profiles, all of which required paid access, I configured an Onlyfans page with all of the videos I had edited and a big bunch of photos. After a few hours I had the beginnings of a small empire and if just a fraction of my usual streaming fan base subscribed and downloaded the content, it was very possible that I wouldn’t be losing out from the lack of live shows this last two days, and I could bring this back on track.

As I lay in bed and contemplated the last 48 hours, I struggled to accept the journey I had been on, I felt like there had been a seismic shift in how I saw all this, an acceptance that actually this wasn’t such a bad way of life, I was however slightly distracted by my nipples, which although no longer in their suction cups had refused to relax since I released them. They were persistently hard and so incredibly sensitive to the touch. I’d applied soothing creams, of every kind even ice but nothing seemed to work, I just hoped that the soft fabric of my nightgown wouldn’t irritate them as I slept, and I fell asleep wondering if my recent additions online would pay off.