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#FeedbackFriday 0.3

Friday, November 25th, 2016

telephoneI had a wonderful Thanksgiving and hope yours was extra special.  Hopefully, you’re one of the lucky ones who have today and the weekend off too. Me? I’m going to be around to take calls as much as I can this weekend, with a few respites here and there.

Since #FeedbackFriday (on Twitter & here at this blog), is coinciding with this holiday weekend, I wanted to take a moment to say how grateful I am for all of my callers:

You are top shelf, tits and champagne, seriously Good Boys. Maybe it’s because I expect the best out of you and you know it. But I don’t think so.  You, my partners-in-crime,  are  the Cream of the Crop: you really are gracious, appreciative, smart, witty and and wicked kinky. You make me happy. Thank you.

And here’s a few things you’ve said about me:

Gets into your head and then proceeds to blow your mind. Relentless, intoxicating and worth a lot more than she charges.

Miss Angela is not only the best on NiteFlirt, she is the best in the business. She knows how to give you exactly what you need. Call other girls at your own risk.  Once you go Angela you never go back … to anyone else.

Ms. St. Lawrence is divinity walking among mere mortals. I live to serve, to worship, to tribute, to shower her with gifts from her wish list. I am honored.

I usually wax rather rhapsodic and long winded in this space, but this time I’m taking a page from Oscar Wilde, who once famously opined that “brevity is the soul of wit.” With that quote as my guide, I will leave this to the Ms. Angela devoted and curious: Ms. Angela mind-fucks me so good and hard, my brain walks funny in the morning.

There’s a lot of pretend and want-a-bees on NF, but Mistress Angela is real and its an honor to submit to Her control. She read me so well and captured me with Her authenticity, intellect and class: A true Domme.

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And that is why I adore you. Each and every one of you.

xo

#granspiration

Tuesday, October 11th, 2016

From the lovely Dulcinea Stilnovista’s Twitter feed.

Follow her HERE & NOW.

#FeedbackFriday 0.1

Friday, September 16th, 2016

telephone

“I would follow her into the depths of hell. I’m sure she’d have a thing or two to teach the devil. Pretty soon she’d usurp him and be running the place. Then everyone would rather go to hell than heaven. That’s the POWER of Angela St. Lawrence. Young, beautiful, intelligent, devious, sexy, dirty, enchanting, seductive, powerful, dominant, creative and more more more! Ms. St. Lawrence delivers one-of-a-kind, personalized instruction, dominance and control–every single time. I’m never bored, but always surprised and delighted. HIGHLY RECOMMENDED”

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This is an experimental new Zen Fetish feature, tied in with Twitter, thus the hashtag. I will be tweaking it a bit and am open to including feedback from other providers. Femdom, Findom, Vanilla, Cam, Phone Sex, Long Distance Training, Cuckolding … whatever and whomever. Let’s see how this goes!

xo, Angela

PS. Looking for that kind of experience? You can find me right HERE

black beauty

Tuesday, August 30th, 2016

black goddess

“I was beautiful; after all, my skin was as rich and dark as wet, brown mud, a complexion that any and every pale white girl would pray for – that is, if she believed in God. My butt sat high in the air and my hips obviously gave birth to Creation. Titties like mangoes, firm, sweet, and ready. My thighs and legs were big and powerful, kicking Vanna White and Cindy Crawford to the curb.”

Sister Souljah, No Disrespect

Meanwhile, in the Land of Oz

Thursday, August 25th, 2016

As they passed the rows of houses they saw through the open doors that men were sweeping and dusting and washing dishes, while the women sat around in groups, gossiping and laughing.

“What has happened?” the Scarecrow asked a sad-looking man with a bushy beard, who wore an apron and was wheeling a baby carriage along the sidewalk.

“Why, we’ve had a revolution, your Majesty – as you ought to know very well,” replied the man; “and since you went away the women have been running things to suit themselves. I’m glad you have decided to come back and restore order, for doing housework and minding the children is wearing out the strength of every man in the Emerald City.”

“Hm!” said the Scarecrow, thoughtfully. “If it is such hard work as you say, how did the women manage it so easily?”

“I really do not know,” replied the man, with a deep sigh. “Perhaps the women are made of cast-iron.”

(from The Marvelous Land of Oz by L. Frank Baum)