I think we know who’s the boss, don’t we?  (Thanks to Mr. D for the pic.)

Yes, I’ve been a bad girl. I admit it. Out of the blue, without any warning or fanfare I took a mini-vacation. Hey, it happens. As much as I love what I do and who I do it with, sometimes I just wanna curl up under a quilt and read a book. Which is exactly what I have been doing. Nothing more, nothing less. Okay, a bit of television here and there and a few forays out into the neighborhood. But mostly it’s been bubble baths and PJs and relaxing with some good, chewy junk food for the brain.

So while you know I prefer being the “authoritative” one in our relationship, darling, I am going to let you have your he-man, brutal way with me just this once: Put me over those Armani-clad (or is it Lee jeans today?) knees of your and just spank the hell out of my sweet little ass. Make that bum nice and red while you have the chance.

Ouch!

Do you feel better now? I know I sure do. But, then again, I’m the one that took the five day holiday. I should feel good.

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And now: Back To Our Regularly Scheduled Blog

One thing I try to do when I take these little fiestas is to get away from technology. With PCs and telephones being an integral part of my business/professional activities and even my personal affairs (I’m still wading through mountains of email.), I just need to get away from all of it once in a while. So I actually took my phone of the hook on three of my days away and rarely came near this keyboard.

Did it do me any good? You bet. I even went to a candle party and dropped $200. Not because the candles were, in my opinion, any better than the ones I usually buy, but because my good friend, Jenna, hosted the party and my purchases helped make her little party a success.

So today I am taking calls and be-bopping around the Net, catching up here and there. I stopped over at Fetish Lore where so many interesting and articulate conversations are on-going that I could get lost there for days just “listening in.” The site is so well-rounded, with forums for just about every fetish flavor (Bondage, Psychology & Philosophy of D/s, Human Pet Play, Urolagnia, Chastity and Foot Worship…to name just a few) and Richard and company being so friendly and helpful that I don’t think I could recommend a better place to hang your kinky hat.

Which reminds me that I am adding a new quote to Zen Quotes. Goddess Alexandra uses it as her byline over at Fetish Lore and I just think it is so cute and funny and sassy: I am shinier than you. Therefore I must hit you with stuff. (Spoken like a true Goddess, wouldn’t you say?)

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And last but not least, a poem from a caller who shall remain nameless:

Amazing
Thought Hazing

Explosive
Physically Convulsive

Conductive
Hypnotically Seductive

Electric
Definitely Biometric

Broken Scale
Exploding Hale

I think he had fun, don’t you?

xo, Angela

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So I have a listing, prick tease – cock control – chastity – CFNM, which includes a list of “suggestions” (i.e. pussy worship, thigh humping, cock-leash conditioning). What I more or less consider helpful hints, points of interest, starting gate fodder.

Before I go on: You may have heard around these parts that cookie cutter phone sex is believed to be a waste of time and effort for all concerned, not to mention the damage that can be done to a credit card for what boils down to substandard service. Preconceptions kinda sap the spontaneity and strip away the mystique. What evolves once the hellos have been said should be –each and every time– up for grabs. And contrary to some widely-held opinions, Phone Sex is a dialogue, not a monologue.

Anyway, having recently redesigned all of my listings and changed this particular one’s title (from Did I Say You Could Touch That?) it’s been interesting to observe the “before and after” of it all. Shall we say that, eh, business has picked up? Which both pleases and displeases me. Of course, more business means more money, and you can’t argue with that. But I guess I kinda-sorta hope for a bit less plebieian-ism on the part of a caller–that he would not need to be beat over the head with the “hard-on” of the the matter. Sigh. So much for the nuanced art of subtlety when it comes to the male horn dawg.

I mean I did bend a little with my high-minded, snobby ideas and now provide a sacred scroll of quasi-suggestions (as described above) with each of my listings. So I’m trying here, I really am. And I have to say, the guys are trying too. And there sure are a lot of keepers. You just wanna polish ’em off after a particularly nasty session and invite them in for a home-cooked meal.

But it’s these lists, these kink catalogs of a sort, (i.e. for Literate Smut: ethereal taboo, corporate depravity, postmodern cuckoldry) that seem to have really caught the casual phone sex shopper’s fancy. Whereas pre-upgrade I would get (and still do) the typical PSO inquiries about my familiarity with a particular fetish or interest in creating a certain fantasy, post-upgrade I am getting a plethora of emails and phone calls asking: What exactly is “academic iniquity?” and Yes, Angela? I was wondering if you could tell me a little about “situational debauchery.” and Ummm, Mistress? I was wondering about the “whore-moan extraction” and “cock-tail waste-tress” that you have on your list and I was looking at what you do and I think that “puppy training” sounds pretty good. Can you tell me more about it?

It’s been, let us say, a fun and interesting development. And I even rather like this turn of events.

The question I get most often is when someone calls PRICK TEASE and asks, “Just what is a FemDom Handjob?” While I usually crack, “It’s when a Bitch jacks you off,” and we both have a laugh before moving on, the truth is that there is no set answer to this question. As I said above, this is “a dialogue, not a monologue,” after all. And what a FemDom Handjob is at any particular moment (out of infinitesimal moments) depends on what me and the caller discover and become together. It’s almost mythical until we make it real together. Does that make sense?

But the question keeps coming in one form or another quite often. So I thought I’d help the guys out and wrote a little story over at Blistered Lips, actually called FemDom Handjob, to illustrate JUST ONE WAY such an event might play out. But boys will be boys and have pretty linear comprehension skills when they’re hot and bothered, and in some bizarre “Porn Again” way are taking the story as THE ONE AND THE ONLY WAY.

So, to set matters straight, I probably will have to write another version.

Maybe I will write a variety of versions.

I mean, after all, that’s what I’m here for.

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

Who says a Kinky caller…

…can’t be a smart guy?

…can’t be a charming flirt?

…can’t be sexy and precocious at the same time?

…or even an incurable scalawag?  

je t’adore

at some point perhaps we could sit cross legged, facing each other.
(I have not felt this attracted to someone in years)
let’s go lie down in your bed…
venture in (with god nestled in the sheets)
say things like “so have you read all these books…”
etc…

you will tell me amazing stories and try to fluff them off as though
everyone spends hours each day making some boys fantasy come true
and still has time to whisper sweet nothings in my ear….
and you will be so curious about how I handled everything with
such dignity
(we’ll debate about whether it was dignity or denial)
I will then ask you the same.

and I may never tell you about the dream I had…
you bought me olivia newton-john posters
and black lights
and I had you all to myself for an hour and I pushed you
up against the wall and kissed you and it was
electrifying

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Now I was told that this was written just for me, on the fly, on the back of a napkin.

But then I saw this. 

Hmmm….  Seems like someone has a lot of ‘splain’in to do. 

xo, Angela