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Wickedness.

That’s a word I never get quite right…a word that describes the things I want to play with.

It’s not about the pain for me so much anymore, though that’s not to say I don’t still enjoy it.

Physical pain is…too sharp.  The thuddiest club does not penetrate the way a wicked word or gesture will.

Just now I was in the bath and started thinking about what I would do if I had to pee.  Well, I’ve been in the bath and had to pee before, and I just hold it until I have to go pee, or go right away and get back to the bath.  Tonight, though, I was thinking about being made to pee on myself in the tub like that.

Then I started thinking about you peeing on me in the tub like that.

Then I started thinking about my being tied in the tub with my hands criss-crossed across my throat to the back of my neck, my elbows tied up straight so that my head was locked straight up and down.  Through that imagining I realized I could squeeze my elbows out, which would have the dual benefits of forcing my mouth up where it could easily be opened and closed while contracting my carotid arteries, making my dizzy and more vulnerable. 

My entire body would be exposed then and I imagined being that way for an hour or so at a party while folks came in and did as they pleased, not really talking to me, other than to occasionally mock me.

I wish my will matched my wickedness, so these could be true.

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Shared with me by one of the wicked-craving boys I know. He can’t get enough. He craves bottomless,  dark debasement with no escape. Yet he moves through the world as a gentleman, a scholar, a husband, a family member, a teacher … all roles he cherishes and thrives in.

It’s the endless predicament of kinksters, isn’t it?

I am so lucky to have such great callers, who take the time to leave me lovely. heart-felt reviews.

Thanks, guys!

Expectations always met. SINCERITY and CLASS personified. A truly sensual Domme.

We serve at her whim; we obey her every instruction. Her feminine, commanding voice demands our attention and devotion. She will accept nothing less, and we are better off for it.

Each detail is another depth of depravity.

Confession of one kept: Angela has yet again applied her torturous tourniquet to my libido. My manhood has been well-heeled by my mesmerizing mistress.

Phenom!

You know how someone tells you a movie is phenomenal and talks it up so much that you are disappointed when it’s merely great? Well that ain’t Angela! Some possible way she out performs her already amazing rating & feedback!

I checked in after a sojourn away and have determined that Ms. Angela is still the sexiest, smartest, most imaginative and most altogether best person to talk to on NiteFlirt.

Simply the best. Confidant, courtesan, & consummate cock tease.

Angela is an artist who creates beautiful, intense, and captivating fantasies using her voice. Her words and phrases, woven with tone, tempo and timing, enter your ear, but your mind and soul are her subject. Give yourself to Angela.

Ms. Angela rules with a satin-gloved fist. She plays the woman card to her advantage, and you love every minute of it. She is the Queen, the Princess, the Goddess of all she purveys. It’s her FemDomme world and we are all serving in it.

Oh but you must call. Listen to her weave her magic of words around you. Call for what you want, but you will want to please her.

You know where to find me, don’t you?

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xo, Angela

… so big it actually confused everybody on the set of Antichrist.

From a 2009 interview with director Lars von Trier:

Willem Dafoe — and I think you’ve mentioned this before — plays probably the worst therapist in the history of movies.

First of all, I have been undergoing this cognitive therapy for three years, and I tend to get sarcastic about it. One of the main ideas behind the treatment is that a fear is a thought, and a thought doesn’t change reality. But you can say in the film that it’s changed reality. As for Dafoe, I wouldn’t let him treat her in any other way than with his dick; he has an enormous dick. We had to take those scenes out of the film. We had a stand-in for him because we had to take the scenes out with his own dick.

You had a stand-in dick for Dafoe?

We had to, because Will’s was too big.

Too big to fit on the screen?
No, too big because everybody got very confused when they saw it.
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So we already knew he’s a skinny guy. And the article makes it clear he’s a short guy.

All I’m saying is … can you imagine him standing before you — skinny & short — with that colossal schlong? Whoa mama!

xo Angela

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