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On My FemDom Good Side

Thursday, December 2nd, 2010

•••Secrets in Lace•••

How does he get there?

How does the phone sex caller end up on my good side when he hasn’t called in quite a  while?   Obviously, no phone means no do re mi for me me me.  Certainly not an optimal business arrangement as far as I’m concerned.  Time is money, no matter the profession, doncha know?  But he did earn his way to and has stayed steadily on my good side since the very beginning of my Phone Sex Career. 

Obviously history and mutual appreciation count for a lot, but how does one reinforce that connection and stay Angela Approved when only sending email?

Well a little bit of self-deprecation (auto-erotic humiliation?) mixed in with at least a pretense of timorousness goes a long way. 

Not to mention an exuberance for all things kinky (see the PS and click the Secrets in Lace link) and a comfortable, gleeful acceptance on one’s own particular bent.    Why is this important?  Because there is NOTHING WORSE than a phone sex caller who is embarrassed about his perversions. 

DO apologize profusely.  Do grovel … in that puppy dog way that makes me want to pet you and not kick you.  In the nuts.

DO be cute and charming.  Do make silly disarming jokes.  Do purposefully and eruditely mention things we’ve discussed so that I know that you truly do care and really are paying attention.  It matters more than you could possible understand.

DO include a "Daily Healing List."  Or something of that sort, along those lines, in that neighborhood, that shows me your efforts are sincere and from the heart.  Emailing and the ability to Copy & Paste have made for some pretty lazy communicators these days.  It’s tedious and time-wasting.  If that’s the best you can do, just don’t.

DO be sooo enamored with your personal sexual obsessions — in this case, curv-a-licious women in outrageously feminine and sexy as all get-out vintage (and vintage-inspired) lingerie — that with neither compunction nor discomfiture you recommend NOTHING LESS THAN a Nobel prize to the website tickling your fetish fancy.

In other words, make certain that I can do nothing less that adore you right back.


From a very good boy …..

Beloved and Darling Miss Angela:

OK, first things first: I am an asshole.  I really really really apologize for sending you a bunch of crap and kind-of nagging emails. I am so very sorry.  I didn’t mean to and just kind of got caught up in the moment, so I hope you will forgive me.

Now for the more important part of the apology:

I am aware that you have a life other than being the best conversationalist on earth. But temporarily I forgot about it.

So I fully understand that there are things in "real life" that you have to deal with, whereas I was being Mr. Computer Guy and Mr. Horny Goat… Thank you for being so patient and polite. I deserved neither. I’m not being a masochist, I’m just having a burst of unpleasant introspection, where I’m seeing myself in the mirror, and I don’t like what I see. And if there is one thing I want to always do is to treat people I like and appreciate with appreciation and respect and politeness.

I know that you experienced some tragedies in life (a brother that had drug problems I believe) and I know that you have a very good relationship with your mom and that you are (if I’m not mistaken) the one that is geographically closest to her. I know you love and care for your mom, and since you never mentioned a dad, I can assume (forgive me for assuming) that you are in some ways her primary caregiver. Having said all of that I can understand how scary and difficult it is to handle any unpleasant fluctuations in the Mom front. I think (again forgive me for assuming) that you guys are not just mom and daughter but also great friends. That makes things even more difficult: it’s not just filial responsibility, it’s also caring for someone you love.

I hope your Mom is OK. Again I apologize for assuming that there were some medical complications, but that’s what it sounded like from your brief email.

Oh dear… now I’m thinking maybe I’m being a total drama queen. Maybe the whole thing was just about your cat Mitzi breaking a 4800 year-old Ming vase at your mom’s villa in Cabo San Lucas. (Darn it! I knew I shouldn’t have watched 3 seasons of "The Hills". All that drama messed up my brain chemistry forever, not to mention causing me to lose 40 IQ points. And all because of Heidi and Spencer, the vile douchebags.)

Anyhow, I hope all is well, or as well as it can be. I have gone through some tough shit in the last year (Last year? How about the last decade?) so I can tell you that it is important to take care of yourself. Caring for yourself is an act of daily healing.

Daily Healing List:

Eat well. Veggies, fruits, no meat in the evening, olive oil, long grain rice, whole grain breads, etc.
– Don’t smoke. (ABSOLUTELY NO DRUGS!!!)
– Drink wine with food. A bottle a week.
– Have a daily non-exhausting workout regimen. Swim if you can, ride a bicycle if you enjoy it.
– Read good books.
– Drink 2 liters of good liquids a day. That’s 8 cups. "Good" means no Cola, Pepsi, etc. Yes, you will pee a lot, but so what?
– Don’t eat trashy junk food. (Tostitos, Oreos, Doritos, potato chips, etc)
– Sleep well.
– Air out your house every day.
– Make sure your bedroom is clean and organized.
– Floss every day. (The more you floss the less it will hurt.)
– Pamper yourself. Buy an electric toothbrush, drink flavored teas, own a soft bathrobe, eat spinach salad even if it’s more expensive than lettuce, buy a small wooden stool for when you stretch your feet, own a piece of satin lingerie, experiment with different fun lipsticks, read Marcel Proust in bed in satin lingerie, get a professional manicure once a month.
– Have a plant, even if it’s a cactus.
– Read about religion. Christianity, Judaism, Buddhism, whatever. Exclude Islam which is a gang, Mormonism which is a corporation and AlGoreanism which is a scam. Read about history – the French Revolution, the Ming Dynasty, the Greeks, the Persians, etc etc. Both provide calm and perspective.
– Hang paintings and pictures on the walls.
– If you have the space, have a nicely upholstered old-school comfortable couch in your bedroom.

So this is my gift to you. The trick to spoiling yourself with small simple things, on a daily basis, and most are inexpensive. I hope that I’m not going too Deepak Chopra on you. (I think he is a douche. But I’m saying that with love.) (Or as Triumph the insult comic dog would say, "He is a nice guy,… for me to poop on!")

And forget all my stupid and childish nagging about that image. You know, I’m sure I have a backup of it somewhere (or ten), and this will motivate me to put all my dvd’s in order, and to write that utility to catalog and search the dvd’s. Seriously. Sorry for nagging you. Meanwhile what the heck am I going to do with the 45 megabytes of black-and-white porn? Oh wait… yes… what a grand idea! 😉

Meanwhile that image I sent you has given me an idea. The problem with pegging is that for some reason people assume that men who like that are either masochists, or gay, or want to be sissified. I’m going to write a manifesto for men who love women who finger their men’s butt and more. A paean to prostate massaging and draining if you will. Oh yes, I can feel the Homeric juices flowing in me. This will be greater that the Odyssey and the Iliad put together! A portal to a higher level of intimacy between men and women shall be opened! And now the oppressed and unsatisfied (and unwashed) masses will have to thank me. 😉

OK, I just went over a 1000 words, so time to wrap this email.

Again, and seriously so, sorry for nagging you, I hope and pray that all is well with you and your loved ones, and that life lets you rest and sigh with relief once in a while. And as always, I stand by my unshakeable assertion: that you are the best, the very very best.

Thank you for taking the time to read my emails.

Humbly and adoringly, Mr. B

PS.  The amazing site you introduced me to, Secrets in Lace, has a new item and a new model — both of which are driving me to distraction.  Normally, I’m not very big on blondes, but this woman is in a class of her own.  The picture of the blonde and the brunette (here) is just heaven. I won’t indulge in details, but when I landed on this page half my day was shot, and I literally had to take two rests in between. That site is heaven. It’s art and desire and fantasy fulfillment and style and time and and and. They deserve a Nobel prize.)


Dear Mr. B.:

While you didn’t "indulge in details," I know exactly what you did while you were there.  And you did it more than once, didn’t you?  You know I know, don’t you?

And I have to admit, there really is something quite charming, even disarming, about a man who detours the hard stuff for Secrets and Lace … and shoots half a day.  Or maybe more?

If you get my drift.  Because I certainly get yours.  *wink*

xo, Angela

Lingerie Haiku

Monday, March 15th, 2010


among morning glories

the drip


of lingerie


Yes, it’s a non-traditional format (you can read about contemporary Haiku HERE).

But ….

Can’t you just smell the crisp-clean scent of the wet satin fused with the sweet perfume of blossoming morning glories? 

Thanks to HDB, who sent me ‘Haiku: Poetry Ancient & Modern,’ wherein I found this lovely Haiku by Alexis Rotella.  Ms. Rotella is an award-winning poet, with over 40 published books of poetry.  You can visit her website HERE and listen to her lovely Valentine’s Haiga HERE.


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And don’t you forget for a minute that I have a fondness for Girly Men & Boy Toys.  And one of us WILL be wearing lingerie.  You can count on it.

Angelaphabet 0.10

Thursday, April 30th, 2009

Angelaphabet 0.10:  I Get Around

Ashley Madison for your cheating heart
Buttered popcorn, a good friend, lights out
Cougar on the prowl
Di Emmeseh Schoireh (for Misters H, B & M)
Etta tears our hearts out
Frank Rich on Torture, et. al.
Girls rule.  Boys drool
Hallelujah ala Jeff Buckley
If your not man enough
Jewelry for the Rectum
Kinky Reading
Lingerie Lust
Men in chains (wink)
Nerd Music
One hundred Book Clubs plus
Politics of Porn
Quitclaimed Slave Boy
Resveratrol ~ I’m a believer
Superannuated Fucking
Tess Eloise:  Authentic Courtesan
U know you want her … bad
V8 ~ I could have and I did and I do
Write-well by Orwell
X-Treme Ass Worship
Y U should buy the May Vanity Fair
Zen Goddesses

Lacy Lingerie and Panties

Friday, March 28th, 2008


If the above picture doesn’t give you a lingerie fetish, nothing will.  Thanks to Mr. B. (my own little panty-fetishist) who sent this to me.  Unfortunately, he’d had it on his hard drive for a while now and cannot remember where he found it.

xo, Angela

A Merry Kinky Christmas

Saturday, December 22nd, 2007

Some of you are surely familiar with Kinky Cards, which has been on the web for at least as long as I have … and who knows how much longer.  As you can see, I was the lucky recipient of one of their cards today, and — being totally unexpected — it really made my day.  (Thank you, Mr. D.)  

If you've been wanting to send a Christmas Greeting with just a bit of an edge to it, or maybe even a big edge, then you can't go wrong with Kinky Cards.  There is a generous selection of cards for every occasion, from Halloween to birthdays to Valentine's Day.  A fairly new and darling Vintage Collection features specific categories such as Lingerie, Voluptuous Vixens, Foreplay (very romantic and pretty), Corsets and Naughty Girls.  Even if you don't want to send a card, it is fun to look around.  Every time I visit I end up browsing the site.

So we're almost to the big day, huh?  Me?  I'm still wrapping and curling ribbon, but I can finally see the light at the end of the tunnel.  All the stuff I had to mail went out Wednesday and you don't even want to know what I spent on postage.  I thought I'd started early enough, but, alas, once again…here I am running around like a mad woman.  Next year, please remind me to start getting ready in July.  I think that is the only safe bet.

A Christmas Poem

'Twas The night before Christmas,
And all through the house,
Not a creature was stirring,
So I took their stereo.

Ten Reasons a Christmas Tree is Better Than a Woman

  1. A Christmas tree doesn't care how many other Christmas trees you have had in the past.
  2. Christmas trees don't get mad if you use exotic electrical devices.
  3. A Christmas tree doesn't care if you have an artificial one in the closet.
  4. A Christmas tree doesn't get mad if you break one of its balls.
  5. You can feel a Christmas tree before you take it home.
  6. A Christmas tree doesn't get mad if you look up underneath it.
  7. When you are done with a Christmas tree you can throw it on the curb and have it hauled away.
  8. A Christmas tree doesn't get jealous around other Christmas trees.
  9. A Christmas tree doesn't care if you watch football all day.
  10. A Christmas tree doesn't get mad if you tie it up and throw it in the back of your pickup truck..

xo, Angela