Even a FemDomme needs to hear your appreciation now and again. And you do keep it coming, sweet boys. I read through my emails, your tweets, my Phone Sex reviews at NiteFlirt and I am forever grateful. As I often say to new callers, I may not get everything right the first time, but absolutely nobody can say I’m not putting everything I have into it.

I walk the way I talk, and I give what I expect to get … in every aspect of my life, including the Erotic Art of Phone Conversation.

You get it, you appreciate it, you are true-blue, you are my Manbeams, and here’s what you are saying about our long-distance Kink-A-Thons:

• What more can one say about Angela. She is the epitome of kink as she draws out your confessions, and then weaves them into a fantasy that has you begging for more than you ever thought you would as she joyfully pushes you farther into her realm.
• Thank You, my beautiful Mistress – I truly adore You!
• I am but a quarter note in the opus of Angela’s creative genius. She lets me play my flute for such a short time, but it is a privilege to play for such a magnificent cum-poser.
• Great Lady to talk to. Great Lady to play with. I will call again and again.
• She was okay I guess. 😉
• Well, Angela certainly put a collar on this caller. She rules with silk and daggers, finesse and a sledge hammer, nuance and frontal assault. I remain mad about her.
• Loveable, sensual, bright, witty, sexy … oh so beautiful inside and out … I want her so!
• We all have a fetish we enjoy. Mine, however, happens to be whatever Angela suggests. She could make ice cream kinky!
• A+
• There is no finer experience available on the phone. Miss Angela is caring, desirable, enticing, kinky, and thoughtful.
• Angela is so amazing!! She is the best on Niteflirt! She gets better every time. She makes me so crazy and knows just what buttons to push to make me cum so hard!!
• Altered States has nothing on the transformation Angela induces in me. Mistress stirs my primordial soup like no other.
• Wonderful experience. A well crafted combination of erotic fantasy and kinky instructions. Mistress Angela will call the tune and play you like a fiddle- hitting all the right notes even if you can’t read the music.
• vavavavoom – explosive!
• Best mistress ever.
• She said “ruin it then lick it.” That is so hot, and while it was hot,  She made it fun. This Lady is worth calling.
• I need to phone back and listen to more of what Angela has to say.. Angela has my attention. I want to continue to explore and dare myself. Just to the ultimate edge of complete and total nudity with only a sliver of thread covering my sex.
• Goddess Angela was amazing. She had me fully under her control.
• You want the best vacation in your life? Call Angela. She will take you places that will put to shame any trip you could ever take. The only problem is transitioning back to your particular reality.
• Ecstasy and Agony are ever twins of Miss Angela’s beautifully depraved imagination.
• Ms. St. Lawrence is truly a NiteFlirt treasure. She’s everything a woman in this business should be: ethical to the bone, sex-kitten to the max, deviant beyond imagination and HOT! HOT! HOT!
• The diva of debauchery. I love my conversations with Angela.
• So over the top outstanding – transformative, way fun and dead sexy – wow!

You really are my Manbeams … shining right back at me the absolute joy I get making your basest and kinkiest desires come to life.   I am forever grateful for your trust and belief in me.  I might kick your ass or take you to the very depths of depravity or bitch slap you into submission, but I always and forever love you to pieces.

Or perhaps INTO pieces.  *wink*

xo, Angela

★★★★★

She gets it …

… every time she gets it and she nails it on the head while simultaneously probing to expand boundaries.

Wow.

Which is how it should be. Don’t you think?

xo, Angela

P.S.   Though he’s permanently off pussy and I’ve for all intents and purposes ruined his cock, it is a turn-on that he can spell simultaneously and use proper grammar.  Such a clever Cucky.

Photo via Unexplained Pictures

Well, I was planning on running an Easter special.  It didn’t work out, but you guys know that,  just like the Easter Bunny,  I always deliver the goodies, and will come up with something soon that will Rock Your Cocks.

I’m also writing this post early evening of Easter day … because, well, I really really really was busy doing the Easter thing for my mother. I made her a basket with all kinds of goodies (shampoo, perfume, nail polish, chewing gum, bracelet, candy … all the little things that make her happy), and helped with an Easter party for her and her friends.  See? I really do have a reasonably adequate excuse for the No Discount Holiday Phone Sex.

Then again, I have to say that even as a child, I never really was overly excited by Easter.  Nor birthdays, come to think of it.  Nor any holidays requiring picnicking (unless there’s a swimming pool). Yup, it’s pretty much just Thanksgiving and Christmas that wets my loins.  Nonetheless, I did go out of my way for this one and I’m on-the-verge-of collapsing tired and glad to be back home.  First, you and this blog. Then the sofa and a glass of wine. And then, the best part,  bed and a book.  Mmmmmm.

Before I go …

Just in time for Easter: Muppet Christ Superstar You can listen for FREE, but don’t be a putz. Donate generously.

So pretty: Dressed Up Easter Eggs

And guess what Dark Gracie did for Easter?  She tweeted her intentions, so think on this for the rest of your Holiday:

I’m pretty much staying naked in bed as long as I can today.

— Dark Gracie ® (@darkgracie) April 20, 2014

And then there’s The Peruvian prisoners rocking those iron bars and with their production of Jesus Christ Superstar, and I love them for it.

My Pope Francis is a Rock Star. And don’t you forget it.

Ya know, there are those *other* Easter Eggs that keep on giving all year round.

Easter Joke:  What did the Easter Egg say to the boiling water?   It’s going to take awhile to get me hard I just got laid by some chick!

Sooo …

If you’re missing me or the thought of Dark Gracie lounging naked in bed has stirred your Phone Bone,  check out NiteFlirt, where the girls are so hot they will melt your jelly beans.  (And if you’re new around there, you will get 3 FREE minutes for your first call.)

The Phone Sex Ignore Line

What’s it all about? Why do men pay by the minute — often at inflated rates — to listen to women going about the business of their daily lives?

Don’t dismiss this ?!FETISH!? out of turn.  While I admit it seems kinda-sorta weird (even to me, but you didn’t hear me say that), I also know that in the world of Erotic Phone, anything and everything is hot to someone, somewhere …  or soon will be hot, when some guy thinks it up.  And boy do youz guyz think it up.  Sometimes even a girl will have a Fetish … like the young lady who begged the boys to shove crayons — lots and lots of crayons — into her pussy (don’t ask).

But you and I both know that Female Fetishes are the exception rather than the rule.  And I certainly do not know of a woman IN THE ENTIRE WORLD who would pay $1.69 or $5.99 or $9.99 or even $39.99 just to listen in whilst someone um …

… let’s see:

• makes a cheeseburger run
• washes a load of clothes
• zones out with Angry Birds
• brushes their teeth
• reads a book
• talks to someone else on the other line
• reads email to the dulcet tunes of Kid Rock
• takes a shower
• takes a walk
• takes a nap
• takes a load off, Annie
• takes a poop? *eww*

Sounds exciting, huh?  Okay, maybe not so much.  But to each his own, so remember, boys and girls, to Raise Your Glass!

Who are we to judge?  If you’re tempted to roll your eyes or snicker, just remember beloved Kinkster… I’ve got your number.  Er, I mean you’ve got my number. Which means I know your Fetish, you Kinky ‘Lil Bugger.  In fact, in many cases I’ve introduced you to your Fetish (and you’ve been happier for it).  And if you came to me with Fetish already in Hand (and your dick in the other), I most certainly and gleefully welcomed you and your Fetish (and your dick).  So let us carry on with the matter of these Phone Fetish Ignore Lines.  Shall we?

First of all, let us get our heads around the mindset:  Female is Goddess.  Female is beautiful. Female is mysterious.

You start with this premise and you see that all of womanhood is enigmatic to the male of our species.

Some men are so frightened of the Feminine Prowess that they could never admit this, even to their secret selves.   Usually these types are blowhards, braggarts and bullies.  They dismiss women as second class citizens, hang out at titty bars, and play a lot of macho sports.  When they call Phone Sex Operators it’s to brag about how big their penises are, but we know better.  Secretly they sniff panties, but hate themselves for it.

Others are just walking through life according to a set of rules (the dreaded Living In A Box Syndrome) which keep their lives mundane and regulated.  These types usually roll atop the significant Female in their lives every other Saturday night and it’s over within all of three minutes. They rarely masturbate, because they just don’t have the imagination for it.  They rarely call Phone Sex Lines, because they wouldn’t know a hot fantasy if it hit them in the balls.  If these dudes found a pair of panties under their pillow they’d jump right out of bed to put them where they belong — the hamper — because that’s the rules!

But then there’s the group we’re specifically talking about; those who are in awe of all that is feminine.  They are mesmerized by the muliebrous Je ne sais quoi, and obsess with every little detail of who and what she is. To listen in to her going about her day, talking to her friends, getting a pedicure, shopping for heels … is heaven.  To imagine the tilt of her head as she puts on make-up, or the scent of her just-shampooed hair,  or hear the click of her heels and wonder what kind of stockings she is wearing is Heaven, is Nirvana, is Transcendental, is Supernatural.

These guys are probably a little bit addicted to the ache and obsession of not having, not knowing, not understanding, not touching.  But wanting, wanting, wanting.  Craving, craving, craving.  Adoring from a distance.  They understand their “non”-place in the woman’s life and even embrace it. This is their lot, their fate, their destiny.  They will not only worship from afar, they will pay to do it.  Because She is the Goddess.  They are grateful that She lets them at least listen, as they have no right to interfere in or interrupt the ongoing Sacrament of Her Daily Life.

And Goddess forbid that they would insult her with their basest-of-base need for sexual release, like the Man-Animals (manimals?) that they are.  If they masturbate (and many do), they do so quietly and unobtrusively, or even wait until after the call has ended.

A secondary group of these guys crave Erotic Humiliation.  These men are the type who would prefer to be called worms, scum, loser, etc. and get off on the fact that not only is this woman they are listening to ignoring them, but that she finds them repugnant and perverted.  They LIKE that she charges them.  Sometimes they even want her to raise her rates, to use and abuse their wallets with no concern for them whatsoever.  They are disgusted with their disgusting selves and feed off of her disgust with them.  The higher the rate, the colder her dismissal … the harder their dicks get.  I’m not sure when this group blows their load, but I’m certain it’s an insouciant, phlegm-y mess.  And I hope it’s on their face.

Personally, I don’t have a specific Ignore Line.  And while I do take the occasional Ignore Call, I’m very picky about who I ignore.  Sometimes this group — particularly the secondary one — are short on manners, which drives me FUCKING BONKERS.

But you already knew that, didn’t you?

xo, Angela