My loyal fan base (readers, watchers, callers) know that I describe my phone sex “style” as “Fetish and Kink with a Dominant Flair.” But what, exactly, does that mean. Well, brothers and sisters, pull up a chair and grab yourself a nice hot cup of java, ‘cause I’m here to tell you.

Lucky or unlucky for me — depending on your point of view — I began my rather infamous career as a PSO working part-time for a reputable and well-established phonesex service while I was in college–barely eighteen, away from home and fairly sexually naïve. I am sure you can appreciate that I was scared to death.

Matters were not helped by the company’s policy that we take every call, regardless of fetish, kink, or rating on the grotesque meter. In the beginning, I hated that policy; I thought I would never be able to handle the calls and, in the first few months, thought about quitting every single day. Yet handle it I did, because that was what was expected of me. Of course, working from home had its advantages: I could study or sleep between calls and did not have to stand on my feet waiting tables for eight hour shifts. So I hung in there.

Eventually — and I think it was a surprise to everybody — I became their most-requested conversationalist.

I probably learned more about the condition of being human on the phones “talking dirty” than I’ve ever learned in a psych or philosophy class. Callers had to purchase a half hour minimum talk time, which usually left room for some pillow talk, and I got to know most of my callers quite intimately. They were good guys just like I was a good girl. And just like me, they had some fantasies that had absolutely nothing to do with the reality of who they were.

And I can guarantee you that smart, successful men (Who else could afford 30 min calls, particularly since ninety percent of my callers talked for an hour or more?) are very kinky guys. And I like that! Because, I am kinky too…and, quite frankly, so is the rest of the world in some way or other. They just don’t have the honesty or grit to be up front about it.

I don’t necessarily think that fantasies should be taken from the realm of make believe and into the real world. In fact, most of the time, my advice would be, “Don’t try this at home.” I mean, what’s so wrong with vanilla sex in our real lives? Isn’t that how we connect, say I love you, make babies? Would you really want to give all of that up to live in a cage and be peed on, spit upon, and beaten 24/7?

Fantasy is my forte–the kinkier and more perverse, the better. I love creating a scene, utilizing all of a caller’s hot buttons as my backdrop, taking him to a place even in his wildest imagination he couldn’t envision. We need to tap into that libido and start a fire. That is my job! Just let me do it!

I like to be dominant, but not in a ‘Shut Up! It’s my way or the highway!’ kind of way. How in the world can I possibly run YOUR show without knowing and using your fetishes and kinks to take control? For example, if spanking is a turnoff for you, then spanking you is not going to wield me any power, now is it? In other words, I press your buttons and make a believer out of you. It is simply delicious and fun and hot. As it should be.

It’s all about the buttons, darling. And I will get my fingers on them. Just you wait!

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