Sydney's Guide for Subs

Since I've returned to camming practically full time again, I keep getting asked by potential subs how they can serve me as one of my boys or girls. Rather than writing the same thing to each and every single one of them, I have decided to create this little guide of a few requirements to becoming one of my submissives.

Requirements:

1. submitting a full list of your fetishes, fantasies, and desires to me
2. weekly task/assignment completion
3. gifts or monetary tributes on a weekly, bi weekly or monthly basis dependent on income. (see below for info)
4. the promotion of me being your Mistress on social networking sites such as twitter, fetlife, etc
5. trusting and confiding in me with your darkest secrets

In return, what you receive

1. custom clips catered to your fetishes and fantasies
2. promotion of being owned by me on social networking sites
3. frequent communication via facebook, fetlife, email
4. private photos catered to fetishes
5. a true dominatrix--not a web girl who feels domination=humiliation 100% of the time

Gifts and monetary tributes--these are required, HOWEVER I do understand that not everyone can afford a weekly or biweekly tribute. Because of this, I am flexible with amounts and the frequency in which tributes are made.

Because of the restrictions many face by having a Facebook account, I do not require subs to list that they are in a relationship with me.

An alternate form of tributing is available--buying clips from my clips4sale store in order to meet tribute requirements.

For questions, concerns and further information, contact me at Info@sydneybbwqueen.com

Life update (and new heels!)

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I lost my orgasm...

I wasn't always like this, you know. Once upon a time I actually got enjoyment from the prowling, teasing, and eventually fulfilling my sexual needs. I haven't felt the enjoyment from it in ages. In fact, the exact opposite has happened. The last two lovers I've had turned me off. Ok, so they weren't lovers in the idea that we fucked, made love, sexed, whatever the fuck you want to call it. They were lovers in the idea that we went out on several dates and then had our moments of making out then only to end up in my bed with their faces between my legs and suddenly, it just was not working for me.

I can't figure it out. Now, on two separate occasions, I could not enjoy being pleasured the way I used to be. When did this all change?

It hardly adds up to me. I'm turned on by kissing people, but then when it comes down to other things, I have not yet been turned on lately. Have I gotten pickier about my lovers? Was I just not turned on by these two fairly attractive men? I don't get it.

Is it stress? Boredum? My lack of interest in the male gender lately? My increased interest in females? Where has the pleasure gone?

eep!

I've been debating on what my role within the fetish community will be upon my completion of my college education. It has been a difficult debate because I love the lifestyle, but I resent people who try to get everything for free. I've made so many interesting acquaintances doing what I do as a webcam girl and fetish model, but few of these people are ones I'd want to actually spend time with. The money is a wonderful plus, but the ends does not justify the means anymore. I've been stressed trying to finish school and working this job that pays me well enough that I don't need to webcam anymore, but the truth is, I have fun. I enjoy chatting with people and making some money here and there. But, I'm not longer making enough money to cover the entirety of the rent at my house. There were several months where I was bringing in enough to cover the entire rent, and that hasn't happened since October. I know I've been slacking pretty hardcore. I haven't done live chats in ages, and that's always been my biggest money maker.

I didn't book a room at FetishCon yet because I just don't know where my life will be then. By then, I'll have gotten another promotion and will be making at least double what I'm making now annually. I've been considering switching to the strictly producer side of things and giving up as a webcam girl. From what I hear from friends who do it, the money is better and it wouldn't hurt to have extra money on the side to do something fun like take a 2 week long adventure touring Germany or Italy or somewhere in South America.

So yes. My higher education is almost done. This semester ends May 2nd, and then my 6 weeks of hell starts May 16th or 18th. I'll be taking my last two classes over a six week period of what will surely be hell. Four nights of class a week, three hours a night. GAH. There is no way I'm having a social life in May and June.

I'm in a bit of a pickle currently. I have a crush on someone who I'm business partnered up with on a contractual basis. Like, written contract business partner. Do you know how difficult this is?! More importantly, do you know how annoying it is?! ughhhh

I lied.

I lied. I couldn't stay away. I'm back. Excitement and adventure to follow.

This is goodbye.

This shall be my last entry. Those of you who know me well enough will know how to find me, and those of you who do not...well, maybe you'll figure out a way to find me.

It's been a fun year. But when the ends doesn't justify the means, and you have no time, energy or patience anymore, it's time to say goodbye and move on.

So that's what I'm doing here.

Thank you to those of you who have encouraged and supported me. I wish all of you the best of luck in whatever you do.

xoxox

Sydney

a letter...

I'm going to write you a letter because I don't want to send you 12billion text messages. And because I wouldn't actually send even just one text message. But, I lied. I'm going to tell a short story first. And by short story, I mean it probably won't be that short.

Once upon a time, there was a girl who became friends with a boy. He didn't exactly live close to the girl, but talking almost daily, the girl began to consider him a close friend despite the occasional disagreements between the two of them. The girl always made sure to answer his texts and trusted in him frequently. The girl made the mistake that so many girls have made before her and so many will make after her. She assumed the boy knew her. She assumed that he knew her better than "that". Girl was wrong. Girl said she didn't like something about an outfit boy sent her one day and boy got upset. Girl at first was like "whatever." But then, girl got to thinking of it. Girl was offended that he assumed she was as superficial as to care what boy was wearing.

(I'll switch to letter format now... enough of this girl and boy crapola)

How can you think I'm that superficial as to give a fuck what you wear?? I don't care what you wear. I don't care what any of the men or women in my life wear. I want people to be happy with who they are. And if dressing a certain way makes someone happy, who the hell am I to judge that?? Lovers, boyfriends, girlfriends, friends can wear whatever they want. I can't believe that you're going to not talk to me for over 2 weeks now because I didn't like your shorts. Really? While I'm flattered that apparently my opinion counts for something, I can't believe you'd really think that I would have a problem with your shorts. I don't like khakis. Who cares? The ex-security guard has worn khakis for YEARS and I still adore him. I just don't like them. Kind of like I don't like certain shapes of sunglasses, or bubble skirts, or vests. Do my friends wear those things? yes, they do. And they're still some of my best friends. Still my lovers. Still people who I care about.

I think what I hate most is that I actually miss talking to you but I feel so shamed that anyone could think that about me that I won't text you. I won't call you. I'll write because that's what I do. I'll get my frustrations out without saying a word directly to you. It hurt to think that I could possibly be so superficial, because if someone knows me so well, they can't be that wrong, can they? What did I do to be viewed as such? At one point, I cared what people wore, I cared what I wore, and you know what? I was miserable. I hated myself. I hated the people around me. I'm not that girl anymore. I haven't been her for years. You didn't know me then. Apparently you don't know me now. I'd rather surround myself with free spirits and people who think they're beautiful no matter what they wear, because that's where I am in my life. I don't care what you or anyone else thinks of my style (or often times, lack there of), because I don't care what your style is. Yea, there are things I don't like. But that just means I don't buy them or wear them. It's petty.

It's like all those months were for nothing. You want to know what a relationship (whether romantically or platonically) feels like? How about how one ends? That's the most memorable part. Someone always ends up hurt.

Not all that glitters is gold.