I wrote this for my dirty little stories blog, Blistered Lips and thought you might like a gander.

She is watching you. You feel her eyes, lasers watching every move, every nuance, even the breaths you take. Yes, you paid her for this. To be here, to make you do this. But she is enjoying it. She likes her work. She likes making you do this dirty deed. This realization excites you.

You are on your knees in an alley off Garfield street. Not a very nice neighborhood. You can hear the music, the noise of the crowd from the biker bar on the corner. “Soon they will come,” she says. The gravel crunches as she moves closer, cupping your chin, pulling your face up to look at her. She studies you, stares into your eyes, her mouth a twist of a smile and a sneer.

“What do you say?”

You heart quickens in your chest. You know what she wants to hear. You swallow. You aren’t quick enough. She slaps you. Slaps you hard with her leather gloved fingers.

“Say it, you dirty, fucking, piece of shit scumbag.”

“I am a cunt-fag, Sir. Use me.”

“That’s more like it. And I expect you to say it every time. Do you understand?”

“Yes.”

She starts to raise her hand and this time you know better. “Yes, Mistress.”

You think of the hotel room on the other side of town. The business conference you spoke at this afternoon. The wife. The three children. The birthday dinner at your in-laws last week. Your woodshop. I’m a normal guy, you think to yourself. With a normal life, a good life, a happy life. Yet, here you are on your knees when two guys stumble out from the bar and turn into the alley.

You watch them wallking towards you, leather vests, tight jeans. One of them, the one with the beard, is already unzipping his pants.

Echo, Mistress Echo, grabs your shoulder.

“Here comes dinner,” she says tightening her grip. “Now lets get busy.”

• Antonio Banderas
• Vincent D’Onofrio
• SuperVert
• Jake Gyllenhaal
• Ja Rule
• Robert Downey Jr.
• Andrea Bocelli
• William Holden
• Dave Eggers
• St. Francis of Assisi
• Michael Ondaatje
• Tom Petty
• Constantine Maroulis
• Kid Rock
• John Irving
• Peter Sarsgaard

And you wonder why they call me Eclectic Pearl?

It’s really starting to piss me off.

Because blogs get spammed with comments so that the spammer can leave links in his comments. BECAUSE HE’S A PARASITE THAT IS TOO LAZY TO GET A REAL JOB. Which means that I have to come to my dashboard here at Zen Fetish at least once every day and delete and delete and delete and delete.

So I am looking around the Net trying to figure out where/what/how to do something about this.

Some of it you may be able to use, yourself. So I thought I’d share it.

1. I found a pay-service called Spam Cop which helps you block spam and offers a reporting service.
2. Investment Scams I get these at all my email addresses, personal and professional. Be my Gust and report them here: http://www.sec.gov/complaint.shtml
3. Illegal Prescription Scams You can forward these emails to: webcomplaints@ora.fda.gov
4. Unsolicited General Emails can be reported to the FTC
5. Ethics and Spam: You can read an article here

I don’t mean to bitch and moan or be a drag, but it is really ridiculous and beginning to really take up some serious time on my part. Which doesn’t make lil’ Angie very happy.

If I don’t find a way to get it under control, I may have to set up my comments so that they have to be approved before they can be posted. Which I think is just crappy and I really don’t want to do that.

Hopefully I’ll get a handle on this before I have to resort to that.

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Enough of that. How was your day?

I am more or less taking calls again on a semi-regular basis.  One of my favorite guys, who we will refer to as Mr. M, was on my dance card today.  He is very unique in that his fantasy is actually a concoction, which includes a teaspoon of incest, a pinch of a hand job and a sprinkling of cuckolding.  I adore this guy and he knows it.

Goodnight, Mr. M, wherever you are.