The Zoom meeting disaster

The story starts the night before.

I’m a webcam model, and like many of us I run my streams using OBS Studio with a custom overlay where my viewers can see the Lovense control panel for my toys. It’s pretty common in the industry — it lets users interact with the show by controlling my Lovense toys

That night was a normal shift. Tips, laughs, chaos… the usual.

The only difference was that I planned to go to sleep earlier because the next morning I had an online session with my psychologist.

Now, if you know anything about webcam models, you know our brains don’t always fully leave “work mode.”

So before logging off, I jokingly told one of my regulars:

“Tomorrow I have therapy… imagine if you could control the toys during the session.”

He laughed.

I laughed.

Then we both realized… technically that was possible.

And because the internet loves bad ideas, we made a deal: I’d give him the control link for the meeting. Just for fun. A ridiculous little secret experiment.

What could possibly go wrong?

Fast forward to the next morning.

I was exhausted. Half asleep. Running on coffee and questionable life choices.

I opened OBS Studio, as I normally do when preparing streams, because sometimes I use it to check camera framing before any video call.

Except… I forgot something very important.

The overlay.

The one showing the Lovense panel.

The one viewers normally see during my shows.

But in my sleepy state I didn’t notice.

As usual when I make these playful arrangements, I sent the user the control link a few minutes before the session started.

Then I joined the call with my psychologist.

Everything started completely normal. Calm conversation. Professional environment. Responsible adult behavior.

Meanwhile… somewhere on the internet… a man had access to my toys.

A few minutes into the conversation, I felt the first vibration.

Subtle.

I froze for a second but tried to keep my composure.

My psychologist kept talking about stress management while I was sitting there thinking:

Please don’t escalate. Please don’t escalate.

Of course he escalated.

The vibrations became stronger, and I was doing Olympic-level emotional regulation trying to stay focused on the conversation.

At that point my camera was still off.

Then, without thinking too much about it — and this is where the real disaster begins — I turned the camera on for a moment.

Big mistake.

While the conversation continued, I glanced up at my monitor to check the call window.

And that’s when I saw it.

In the corner of the screen.

On the dark background of the call interface.

The OBS overlay.

The same overlay my viewers see during my shows.

The one displaying the Lovense panel.

And right there… clear as day… a message indicating that one of my toys was being controlled by a tipper.

My soul left my body.

In one single motion I sat up straight, reached for my keyboard, and closed the overlay in OBS Studio faster than I’ve ever closed anything in my life.

But it was too late.

My psychologist had already seen it.

There was a moment of silence.

Then he started laughing.

Not awkward laughing.

Not uncomfortable laughing.

Full, genuine laughter.

When he finally caught his breath he said:

“Do you need a moment to finish what you were doing? We can reschedule the appointment…”

Then he added, still smiling:

“Or we could always do the next session in person if you need… additional assistance.”

I have never blushed that hard in my life.

Needless to say, the therapy session took a very unexpected turn.

And the lesson of the day?

1.	Never mix work experiments with therapy appointments.

2.	Always check your OBS overlays before joining a call.

3.	The internet will absolutely encourage your worst ideas.

But at least now my psychologist understands my job… very thoroughly. 😅