It started out innocently enough, chatting and flirting online. Playing online games together. Then came a huge financial crisis where I worked and we were given 30 days to finish up the projects the best we could, with wild hopes that some bridge financing would come through or a miracle. There was no miracle, my lucrative job was gone, my online guy suggested I try being a cam girl. A lot of research later, I had decided this sounded like it might fit me perfectly. We started playing over web cameras. Already being a streamer he had a vastly superior setup and suggested we pool resources and I move in. Crazy talk! The lease on my apartment was ending pretty soon anyway and with no income I wouldn't be able to afford it for long. I packed up my belongings, sold everything I didn't need and got on a plane. Waiting at the small airport to be picked by a guy, who if I was being honest, I had really only known for 6 months, might not have been the brightest idea in hindsight. It's okay though because I have lots of time to rethink all my choices through in my head.
In that last month before my job ended, we had started playing more and more master/slave games. The stress at work had really been getting to me and I needed that sweet release and freedom that being totally submissive brought me. It started with little things like always calling him Master or Sir, learning to always have my jeweled butt plug in and snapping him photos of my pierced tits at work. It quickly escalated to getting my clit hood pierced, answering the video chats at home naked and kneeling in submission. Over the internet controlled toys showed up at my door. Eager to please my master, the only good thing in my life it seemed, I happily shoved them in my holes. He had thought it through thoroughly. My pussy and ass were never empty. There were enough toys to stay stuffed and charged 24/7. He got great amusement out of turning them on when he knew I was in a work meeting. There was a remote speaker and mic unit as well so he was always listening. With all the chaos at work, it didn't feel invasive, it felt like my master cared enough about me and loved me so much that he wanted to support me. He would whisper words of encouragement and help keep me calm and focused when he wasn't keeping me wet and ready for him.