The wife beater is now to be called to the pussy boy brutalizer.

that’s a good boy

• always desperate for some serious, malicious ass-kicking  
• perpetually groveling for brutal & barbaric ego-smashing
• controlled by a prurient, animal dick that I own
• craving his Mistress, Goddess, Dominatrix, Boss Bitch

He wrote:

I go without you for so long. I look for you and long for you but you are away, living your life as well you should. Then I see it–an email that you’ve mentioned me in a tweet. I rush there and consume the snippets that you’ve written and ache ache ache for more but am denied because of my impotence.

I imagine this is what chastity and edging are like.

I replied:

You’re too much of a gluttonous whoreman to enjoy chastity or edging.

Now … castration might just be the perfect answer.

Don’t forget to check zen fetish. You’re my (un)shining star, after all.

Just look at it rutting around, the dirty little thing.

While I’ll never understand why a guy playing with his pecker whilst talking with me gets to then leave a review of my er, um, talent, he does.  Yes, you heard it, ladies and gents, an actual Phone Sex Review.  But then there are those times I’m just pleased as can be:

“All hail to Miss Angela, the supreme Princess of NiteFlirt and superior Goddess to all men. We worship at her feet and bow to her every whim, for we are mere men. Miss Angela wields her power with grace, sophistication, sensuality and a knowing wit. We are her toys — to be controlled and used. We exist for Miss Angela’s entertainment. Aren’t we lucky?” ~Peter Roget

And all I can say to Mr. Roget is:  Kiss my ass, you filthy guttersnipe.

(because he likes it just that way)

xo, Angela