…has its way with you whether you want it to or not.

I live online as a somewhat frisky and perpetually perfect figment of many men’s imperfect imaginations. Even from this side of the telephone I’ve always thought this a bit unfair to the everyday women in the everyday lives of my callers. It’s not so hard to imagine being the woman on the other side of the kink-O-phone, because in my everyday life, I am that woman, myself. I am not always talking dirty or in the mood for kink. Unlike a wife or girlfriend or significant other, I can just sign off, when I’d rather read a book or see a movie.

So I do live a life outside of the kink-O-phone and –surprise– it is not always pretty or happy or perfect. Which happens to be the case right now. Someone I care about deeply is going through some very tough times. So in lieu of making money I’ve been being a friend. But you know what? There is always more money. Always. But there isn’t always a next time when it comes to matters of the heart. And I am being where I need to be.

I know quite a few of you have been trying to reach me and I will be around as much as I can. You can always write (zenfetish@angelastlawrence.com) or arrange a call. I will respond, one way or the other. And I really will be putting in some full phone days in the very near future.

In the meantime, a moiety of possibilities:

• Creepy Older Guy: This is a new blog by a caller who is NOT creepy at all. By default, my callers are never creeps, dontcha know? In fact, this caller happens to be, as you you will see in reading by his blog(in which he addresses “sexual addiction, bad recovery, rage, culture and a certain undeniable sweetness”), certainly wise and even a bit wonderful.
• Monk-ee business!
• Talk Dirty To Me: Overheard at the STD Clinic
• Have you ever wanted to read Venus in Furs?
• I want a Prezzle. Will somebody please buy me one?
• Food for Thought from The Professor: Cat on a Hot Tin Roof = Poached Pussy
• Sexy Quotes collected by me, me, me.
• Another Caller’s blog: Prurient Interests Very good stuff and much fun to read.
• Let’s move to Transylvania, vy don’t ve, dahlink?
• Adult webmasters are welcome to list their sites at Polyfetishist: A Directory of Erotic Pluralism. It has a nice ring to it, doesn’t it?
• Would you like to learn to talk dirty, yet command respect?
• In answer to the letters I received from Carly, Anna, Star, Kathy Q., Misty, Lizzie G., and Sugar Baby: A good place to start if you are interested in the adult industry is at Sexy Jobs. Read here for some very good advice/info regarding PSO jobs.
• Some people just bitch, bitch, bitch! Geeze….
• If you find yourself on the servile side of sexual shenanigans, I cannot urge you enough to check out Richard, a most erudite and wise sub-slave.
• And if you’ve got the need to talk dirty right here, right now and I’m no where in sight, may I recommend Isabel Blyss. She’s new on the block and ready, willing and able. Call her before her prices go up. Tell her Angela sent you and she just might be extra nice.

See Ya.

xo, Angela

I won’t be around for the entire day and evening. Going gambling with my mother earlier and have tentative plans for later in the day. So just a few random notes.

Mistress V has redesigned her entire site and it is simply scrumptious. Even though the new site is totally different she managed to incorporate purple, which happens to be (you should know this) her favorite color. She is also available for both long distance and real time slave training. So, if you are the submissive type, you simply must scurry right over there and check out every single thing. Make sure to take a peek at her very generous gallery for insight into her very real dominant nature, her beauty, and her humor.

Over at The Edge of Vanilla it seems that Tom nominated this blog with a very special award, The Thinking Blogger Award a while back and while simply overwhelmed with the honor, I’ve been remiss in following up.  In accepting it, I am supposed to nominate five other bloggers whom I think are worthy of the award.  The problem is that I have so many friends and colleagues blogging I don’t want to hurt somebody’s feelings by leaving them out.  So I’ve finally decided not to nominate anybody else and selfishly keep the plaque. Because I am an ego maniac with low self esteem. Not to mention passive-aggressive, anal retentive and a product of this modern Prozac Nation.

Richard, our cherished and adored Submissive Savant has started a new forum, Fetish Lore, where a group of mighty fine and high-thinking kinksters have decided that they’re “not going to take in anymore” and are about the business of killing kink cliches one by one. If you have kinky fantasies, curious fetishes, or a desire to dominate and/or be dominated, you might want to pop on over there. Members like Goddess Alexandra, Mistress 160, Vanilla Edge Tom, and many others are keeping it real, interesting and fun. It’s a very positive place and Richard welcomes anybody with an honest desire to interact and explore.

So…will you miss me? You better.

And keep your finger crossed. If I win, dinner is on me.

xo, Angela

it’s the bitch in her ~by Angela

it’s the bitch in her
that keeps you on her dotted line
signed, sealed, delivered
your signature, her hand
done deal

used up and faded blue
the new you
(after all)

after all:
buckled down and tied up
your twisted tongue and caught breath
searching for sonnets

searching for sonnets
on hobbled limbs
and always bended knee
to sing, to plead, to offer alms
to your silent siren
who never listens, never speaks
who only hears her own measure

it’s the bitch in her
that keeps you here and keeps you hers:
her cheap fetish
her pygmy romeo
her corrupt fuck

it’s the bitch in her
that’s taken you down
rubbed you raw
cut you clean
wiped you out
bled you, bled you, bled you

it’s the bitch in her
that fucks with you
fucks you up
fucks you over
and doesn’t give
a flying fuck about any of it

it’s the bitch in her
that has your attention
your cock, your devotion, your heart

it’s the bitch in her
that makes you her bitch

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What I’m trying to say is that I finally finished moving my FREE erotica blog, Blistered Lips to it’s own Web address and hope you visit often.

The above poem is one of my newest entries and has proven quite popular so far..

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And…thanks to Mistress V for being the original hostess of Blistered Lips and for being a very good friend.  If you’re a blogging neonate, eager to get your “blogging feet” wet, check out Mistress V’s Vixen Blogs, where you can blog away to your heart’s content at absolutely no cost.  Mistress V even has low-cost hosting plans and will help you transfer to your own domain when you’re ready to upgrade and strike out on your own.  It’s where I got started and look at me now? (No groans from the Peanut Gallery, thank you very much.)

And while you over there, you can still find me–glad to still be hanging out with Mistress V–plugging away at Pardon My French, my collection of sexy quotes.

xo, Angela

You Can Keep Good Man Down

At least sometimes.

While we will be getting to Romantic Humiliation presently, let’s start here: If you’re not familiar with Erotic Humiliation as a subdivision of Female Domination, well you just might be missing something. Remember the Golden Rule of Kink: He who fucks with glass condoms shouldn’t throw stones. (Don’t knock it if you haven’t tried it. Or even if you have.)

Before you get yourself worked into some superior kink-tizzy, let me tell you something: I did not come to Erotic Humiliation easily nor with any willingness to even learn about it. Even lil’ me has been rejected by a lover or two and I just couldn’t get my head or heart around inflicting (what I perceived as) emotional pain upon another human being. This was not domination to my then way of thinking–this was some warped version of meritless and pointless abuse; a bizarre, convoluted circumstance of reverse misogyny.

But a most interesting thing began happening with my gentlemen submissives. Their fantasies were evolving. For while they still craved and appreciated my tried and true verbal counsel to take my strap-on up their asses, worship my cunt, suck large cocks, wear my panties, submit to cuckolding, and so much more, they now wanted me to escalate the rush with name calling, sneering, spitting and even public embarrassment. They wanted to HEAR their domination and many times even yearned for others to witness it.

And guess what? Once I tried it, I was hooked. I fell in love with the entire game of it. After all I am and always have been since I was knee high to a grasshopper, first and foremost, a woman of words. So I jumped right into the filthy world of FemDom Mud Slinging, where the Goddess, interestingly enough, always stays spotless. Since then, I’ve been–with that specialized group of callers–dishing out verbal venom in spades and even clubs, hearts and diamonds.

In fact, I’ve been so enthusiastic and defensive in regard to these particular fantasies that I was tapped by Gracie Passette to write about them (Erotic Humiliation is not an Oxymoron) for Sex Kitten Presents the BDSM Issue.

So there I was, business as usual, dragging those (small … always small) dicks through the mud when a new species of humiliation junkies began emerging from the primordial swill. Evolution, once again, dontcha know?

First a smattering: one here or there, then two, then three, four…Then more: Showing up on the doorstep of my virtual dungeon with their submissive tails between their legs, BUT with their hearts on their sleeves, stars in their eyes and bearing chocolates, flower bouquets, diamond rings and even wedding bands. They wanted to be loved and adored and treasured and cherished by–and many times even married to–the very same girl who was going to kick their psychological asses.

And who better for the task? Giggle.

Make no mistake about it: Erotic Humiliation and Romantic Humiliation are not one and the same. Erotic humiliation is edgier, crueler and inflicted in a cold, even haughty, manner. The Mistress or Princess or Goddess usually exhibits very little emotional connection to her victim. If she does reveal any affection, it is more along the lines of what someone would show toward a favorite pet. This occurs more often with the Princess type of Erotic Humiliation fantasies, which is perfectly understandable if you consider the obvious dynamics involved when an oft-times older man is obeisant to a young and usually immature but charmingly bratty Princess.

With Romantic Humiliation there is commonly a deep love and respect shared by the Dominant and Submissive. The wife or girlfriend values and even cherishes her loved one’s intelligence, sense of humor, devotion and other redeeming, even desired, qualities. Unfortunately, despite their emotional commitment to each other, the man just cannot deliver the goods when it comes to the sexual part of their relationship.

And being his best buddy and soul mate, this woman has no choice but to continually, yet very gently and lovingly, remind him of his inadequacy. Otherwise he might forget or pretend differently, which could cause him all sorts of problems. And, after all, honesty is the best policy–particularly between two people who love each other. Right?

Ahem.

Some examples? Sure, why not?

• Darling Frank. Please Honey. Don’t try to rub that flaccid thing on me. You know you can’t sustain an erection for any length of time and you’ll just end up frustrated. And I hate seeing you like that.. Why don’t you put it away for now?
• Now what are you doing? Looking at pornography again? Baby, what do you plan on doing with that little hard-on? There is no possible way you can satisfy me or any woman with your little wee wee. We’ve discussed it time an again, Aaron. Why look at those huge cocks servicing all those beautiful girls? It will just upset you. Now come over to the chair and I’ll let you rub it on my foot for a little bit. That will make you feel better.
• Carl, darling. Come sit by me; I have something to talk to you about. This isn’t going to be easy, Angel, and I want you to know that I say it because I love you with all of my heart. Remember when the pool boy was here the other day? And he had on those tight spandex shorts? You were watching him through the window and all of a sudden you got an erection. And I have to say, my love, that it was stiffer than any erection you’ve ever had when you were fucking me. You do know that, don’t you? You wanted to suck his cock, didn’t you?
• Oh, Joseph, do you need to ejaculate again? How can those little peanuts of yours fill up so fast? I guess because they’re so tiny. When I think about Tyson and how full and hard those big black balls get right before he pumps his load into me… Well, there simply is no comparison. Go get your cum cup and I’ll jerk you off into it. Okay? Would you like that, sweetie? Then we can go out to dinner and a movie.
• Honey, you can hump me through my panties, but hurry up. You know that Sarah and I are going shopping for shoes. It’s so cute when you squirt your little goo goo on them. While you are doing that, I am going to call Sarah. You just go right ahead. Hello, Sarah? Of course you can come over now. Robert was just, well, you know! I’ll hurry him up. It never takes him long anyway. Just a little squirt and he’s done.

So, do you kinda-sorta get the picture?

If you’re an intrigued female just dying to give this a whirl, I would advise that you don’t try this at home, unless your lover/husband/boyfriend has been forewarned–because while it can be extremely hot, all parties need to know the game rules. And guess what? I do believe there is a very real chance that said loved one might actually surprise you with his enthusiasm.

And if you’re a guy reading this who’s suddenly found the room sweltering and you had to loosen your collar? Silly Wabbit, what are you waiting for? Give me a call, why dontcha?

xo, Angela

Very Dirty.

Even very, very dirty.

And he’s a sissy, no less. But more about that later. For now, I just want you to check out his talent. For the record, I think Sweat Shop Sissy rocks!

Half-Nekkid Sloppy Seconds

♀ works early mornings and is usually gone by the time I get home from work, but since she’s been going to school her days off are now mid-week. This past Wednesday night as I was leaving for work, she insisted that I call to wake her up when I was on my way home so she could get up and make me breakfast. I told her I’d probably be done early and was she sure she wanted to be woken up at 4:30am.   She insisted, so I called. I was a nice guy and picked her up a coffee on the way home. 

She greeted me wearing a skimpy red nightie and a smile and we had a very nice breakfast together (eggs with diced red peepers and cheese in wraps with strawberries and starfruit on the side; in case you wondered). After breakfast we had a shower together. That’s usually a night time activity for us, but she’d changed the bed the night before and really, is there anything nicer then shower clean and linen fresh? 

We were both tired, but we made love. Quietly and efficiently would probably be a good description. Not that it was without passion. It’s just we needed to get to sleep, we both know what buttons to push and we both got what we needed with a minimum of effort. We fell asleep quickly while I spooned her. My wet cock nestled between the cheeks of her ass, my hand holding her breast. 

♀ got up about two hours later to get ready for school. I played possum, watching her surreptitiously as she got ready for her day. First she peaked outside to see what kind of day it was then she picked out all her clothes and set them on her dresser. Next she examined herself in our two bedroom mirrors. She checked her breasts; frowned at the scars from her reduction and smiled at my hand print still visible on her right tit. She grabbed her belly fat with both hands and gave it a good shake. She examined her pussy then sniffed her fingers and as she was turning around to check her ass in the mirror I caught a glimpse of our dried love-making juices on her inner thighs. 

She started getting dressed; first her bra, the new white one that does up in the front and a low cut blouse. Next the purple boy shorts with the tie at the back and the tight capri jeans. She sat on the edge of the bed to pull her socks on and I grabbed her and pulled her over. You can’t imagine how horny I was from watching my wife get dressed. I was ravenous, I had to have her. I tore at her clothes. I kissed her hard. I tongue-fucked her ear. I bit her neck. I squeezed her breasts together and pushed them up to her face. I pushed one nipple into her mouth while I bit the other one. I licked and nibbled my way down, down towards her pussy. Her outer lips still had my dried cum on them, and when I spread her apart, there was already a steady stream of fresh pussy juice. I dove in and ♀ started talking. 

“My, my you certainly are an excited little boy today. Were you listening at the bedroom door when Daddy & I were making love? What have I told you about doing that? Do you like how I taste Baby? Do you like licking Daddy’s seed out of Mommy’s hot little cunt?” 

I pushed her legs up towards her chest and started licking her ass, plunging my tongue as deep into her rosebud as it could go. 

“Oh Baby, you know how much I love it when you play with my ass. You’re the only one I let do that.” 

I moved up and sucked hard on her clitty, then down through her pussy to lick the juices that had pooled on her asshole; her juices, my juices, Daddy’s juices. I wanted to crawl inside her cunt and eat her from the inside out. 

“Are you going to come all over the sheets like a sissy Baby or are you going to fuck me?” 

“Get on you knees.” 

“You’re so cute when you try to be forceful. Are you going to try and fuck me like a real…?” 

I grabbed her hips and entered her fully in one hard thrust. She gasped and didn’t say anything for a few moments; just moaned while I fucked her incredibly wet pussy. Squelch, squelch, squelch. 

“Is it me that’s got you so excited, or is it the sloppy seconds that have you so turned on Baby?” 

I felt her reach underneath and cup my balls. 

“That’s it isn’t it Baby, you just love knowing there’s another man’s cum all over your cock and balls.” 

I pulled out for a second and went back down to lick up some of the excess girl goo, finger fucked her then moved back up between her thighs. I thrust back into her cunt and started playing with her ass with my pussy lubed fingers. I worked one then two fingers into her tight asshole. I could feel the shaft of my cock through her lining. 

“You like touching yourself like that don’t you Baby? I bet you’re imagining it’s another man’s cock sliding along yours. What would be more of a turn on for you Baby, feeling another man’s cock rubbing against yours or seeing Mommy getting both her holes stuffed at once?” 

Then I did something I’ve never done before. I slapped her ass. Hard. She yelped, my hand tingled and there was a perfect red imprint of my hand on her right cheek. 

“You better not do that again, Baby. If Daddy sees marks like that on me, he’ll spank you with his belt.” 

I slapped her again and again and again until her right butt cheek was a bright rosy red. Then with the two fingers still in her ass I felt something ♀ has often described. Through her lining, I could feel my cock thicken (a lot) then stream after stream of cum being pumped into her. When I was spent, I disengaged fingers and cock and she rolled over onto her back. Her pussy was a beautiful gooey mess and her fingers were already circling her clit. 

“I really need to come now, Baby.” 

I moved up to the head of the bed and reached over to her night stand. She took my still dripping cock into her mouth while I pulled various toys out. I lay back down beside her and whispered in her ear. 

“Keep your eyes closed Mommy, I’ll help you come. You liked that as much as I did, didn’t you? You liked getting fucked by two different cocks in less then two hours, didn’t you? Guess what? I told some of my school friends about you? I told them how you let me fuck you. They didn’t believe me so I invited them over to see for themselves. You know what else? They video taped us today Mommy. I’ve got the whole thing on tape so now you’ll have to do exactly what I say or I’ll tell Daddy.” 

She kept her eyes closed and smiled, her fingers never leaving her clit, the flush on her cheeks moving slowly towards her neck. 

“All my friends are horny from watching us. You’re going to let them have their way with you, aren’t you Mommy? My first friend is Tommy, he wants you really bad.” 

And I slid her purple dildo all the way inside and slowly started fucking her. After a few moments I passed it up to her. 

“Tommy wants to fuck your mouth for awhile. Now I want you to meet Jimmy. He’s not as long as Tommy, but he’s a little thicker.” 

And I shoved the butt plug into her cunt. After a few minutes of that, 

“I think Jimmy would much rather be in your ass.” 

And I slowly worked the plug into place in her tight little ass. Tommy went into her pussy again then back to her mouth and then I introduced her to Bobby’s magic cock that could miraculously curl up like two thick fingers to stroke her G-spot. The flush on her cheeks had moved down to the tops of her breasts. 

“You love your mouth, cunt and ass all being fucked at the same time don’t you Mommy? 

“Yes Baby, I love being a slut. I love being your slut.” 

“You know what else? I told my friends if they paid me $200 each I’d let them fuck any hole they wanted. That’s right, Mommy. Now you’re my whore and it’s all on tape. You fucked Daddy and me and three strange boys all in the same morning. I’ll never need to work again. I own you now.” 

“Of fuck yes Baby, I love that you’re my pimp, I live to be your whore, I love being a cum dumpster.” 

The flush had moved all the way down to her nipples when I felt the first few flutters in her pussy and when the first big orgasm started I curled my fingers and pushed up hard against the fleshy mound of her G-spot. Her fingers were a blur on her clit and when the second big O started, I slowly eased the plug out of her ass. 

Her legs went rigid and she arched her back so she was only touching the bed with her head and heels and then she FUCKING GUSHED. It was intense. It was amazing, it was awesome. I got right down there for a front row seat. I’ve seen it in movies and read about it, but holy freakin’ doodle…we were soaked! 

When she’d finally stopped coming, there were tears on her face, her braid had come undone, she couldn’t speak and she was really, really shaking. I held her for a long time afterwards, until she came back down to earth. 

We needed to have another shower and change the bedding again. She needed a nap and was late for first class. She doesn’t think that orgasms like that should be a daily kind of thing, but she’s been in a really good mood lately. 

Who says a sissy can’t be dominate once in awhile?

*** Isn’t he awesomely naughty? Here is the permalink to the story so you can bookmark it.

I’d added SSS’s link to my Hot Blog section in the sidebar about a month ago after discovering his blog quite by accident. I was totally enamored and have been meaning to introduce Zen readers to him ever since. And I have more to share with you.

But, for now, enjoy the afterglow (you were masturbating while reading that story, weren’t you?) and we will get to that in the very near future. xo, Angela