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What’s It All About, Angie?

Wednesday, August 23rd, 2006

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!

Unexpected Turn Ons, Part I

Thursday, August 10th, 2006

What gets one’s motor cranking can be utterly surprising at times. Both my own motor and those of the men with whom I dally via the phones. I was just talking with someone about this and thought I’d bring it to Zen Fetish. Maybe it will enlighten. Maybe it will befuddle. Maybe it will be boring. Readers choice….I guess.

While I prefer sensually and even bizarre domination fantasies when doing calls and even occasionally masturbate to them, they are not the predominate fantasy of my private moments. I actually enjoy being controlled when it’s all happening in my head. And in my real-life sexcapades I prefer mostly vanilla with a smidgeon of kink here-and-there to spice it up. (Read more about that here: Mind Fiction.)

To my way of thinking, the key ingredient to an intense, over-the-top, mind-blowing orgasm is the feeling of a loss of control. We either lose it, or cause our partner to lose it. We all have certain buttons, phrases, fetishes, words, scenarios which personally represent this loss of control to us. Just a few examples:

  • Being called daddy’s dirty little girl. (submissive female)
  • Insertion of unusual objects into orafices. (dirty)
  • Elaborate bondage of female. (dominant male)
  • Public sex. (taboo)
  • Spanking. (naughty)
  • Controlled masturbation. (submissive male)

Fantasies are unique to each individual and some are downright astounding:

  • evil tickling
  • sneezing
  • balloons
  • peeing (on masturbator or on floor or on self)
  • giant female (shrinking male)
  • wrestling
  • catfights

What I wish most is that we would learn to embrace our fantasies…and to not judge someone elses. Shame is not a good thing–either to feel or to inflict upon others. And if we think our fantasies are sick and prove some type of character flaw within our selves…well, then we are fucked! Because fantasies don’t go away and we are damning ourselves with our very own lack of self-acceptance.

Stay tuned for Part II.

xo

Puppy Training

Monday, August 7th, 2006

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Now this is a movie I just have to see.

Thanks to M. for pointing the way.

With a special nod to D. who dares to dream.

xo

Sometimes I Could Care Less

Sunday, July 30th, 2006

…..unfortunately, these past several days have been one of those times. The result of this not-so-random apathy is that I’ve not been paying attention to this blog.

Don’t take it personal, cuz it has nothing to do with anything except that my AC has been on the fritz for a number of (very intolerable) days while we’ve been experiencing record-breaking high temps. In short, I am miserable.

The good news (if Murphy’s Law doesn’t intervene) is that tomorrow I am getting a brand new unit. No, not that kind of unit. Can’t you ever behave?

While we’re waiting to return to our regularly scheduled programming you might want to check out this kinky and romantic story (yes, you can have both!) Jeremy Edwards wrote over at Sex Kitten: The Girl Who Loved to Pee. Simply scrumptious.

xo

I’m a Bitch

Friday, July 14th, 2006

….and will be taking no calls this p.m.

Cramps, running around all day doing a variety of tasks from a few of my infamous (and currently despised) lists in the sweltering heat (up to 98 degrees), not being able to reach my brother (busy signal going on five hours now–I think he is dead or hurt and am losing my mind), allergy symptoms from hell and my not-so-beloved-anymore convertible breaking down at a major intersection…

Not one of my better days.

Not even in the top one thousand.

The sinus headache that accompanies these sniffles and watery eyes has taken over the left side of my head. Which means I am going to have to take an allergy pill, which I don’t like doing, because it makes me so drowsy. And I am already tuckered from the day’s trials and tribulations.

The convertible had to be towed. Tomorrow or Monday I will have to hire a mechanic. And they scare me. Because they can tell me anything and charge me anything. Because I don’t know any better. The one blessing with the car was that Triple A had a tow truck there within ten minutes. The bonus suprise was that the tow truck driver looked liked Matthew McConaughey. Very handsome, very sexy. I was too ill-humored to appreciate his flirtatious insinuations but will savor them later in repose.

Oh…I also got a manicure and pedicure. (And yes, David, my nails look fucking awesome.) Which was the highlight of my day, although my regular manicurist was not available and the new girl wasn’t so bright or talented. But adequate. And adequate is good enough.

And I got a tad sunburned so now my nose is going to peel. Arggghhhh.

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So while I’m sleeping, check out this website, because I will be writing an entire entry around it in the very near future: Poly-Fetishist

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Just remembered that I had my brother’s new cell phone number on my caller ID. Called it and he answered and is alive and well and little bit drunk. Asshole. Apparently the phone in the bedroom was not on the cradle properly. I love him.

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Fantasy Assignment: This will keep you occupied until I get it together here. Imagine you have a live-in Mistress who is bisexual. She dominates you with tease and denial. She also happens to have a live-in female lover. And makes you watch them get each other off. But you’re in a cock harness with your hands tied behind your back. Not much you can do but watch and ache. Maybe they give you a stroke every now and then.

Ok…that’s all, folks. xo