As previously noted, I do enjoy the mind fuck when it comes to these masturbatory fantasies.  Most of the time, my beloved callers are either on the same page or eagerly leaf through their book of kink until they are with me.  Which makes us all very lucky, indeed.  And happy — grinning ear to ear, delighted with the mischief we are about.

Gracious gentlemen mostly one and all, indulging my desire to teach them new tricks.  Which brings me to an age play fantasy of which I’m particularly fond, wherein an older woman takes control and/or advantage of a naive teenager.

Probably at the heart of this dirty little game is the dynamic of the powerful vs. the powerless, quite common in BDSM and FemDom circles … and even under the vanilla sheets of many a married couple.  Tossing age difference into the mix is kinda-sorta like adding fuel to an already very hot flame.  Because what is a boy to do when the Naughty Neighbor or Raunchy Real Estate Agent or Seductive Professor or his older sister’s Bratty Friend decides to use and abuse him?  His dick is going to get hard, of course.  And then all bets are off.  He is basically her sex puppet and she WILL have her way with him.

And I ask you, is that so bad?  Could you handle being a sex puppet for a day?  Or maybe even a week or a year?  Okay, a year would probably wear you out and you’d want to get about the business of normal life once and for all.  But maybe we could stretch it to a month.  Or even an intermittent thing, where you go back — again and again — because she is sizzling hot, you get rock hard just thinking about her and all the wild and devious things she makes you do.  That you want to do.  That you need to do.

There are a lot of young guys who prefer the "seasoned" woman to (what can often be) the silliness of girls.  This woman is sexually charged, knows what she wants, goes after what she wants.  And all the boys in her sphere have their fingers crossed … pickmepickmepickmepickme oh, pleasepleaseplease, pick me.

Yes, I get these callers (oh, yummy, yummy, yummy) and I do a simply fine job at role-playing the wicked governess/teacher/neighbor/soccer mom/boss’s wife/neighborhood MILF quite well.  In fact, when I worked for a service and was everywoman (lactating, pregnant hermaphrodite Chantelle to barely legal Katie to Goddess Veronica to shemale Samantha), I had a quite popular persona, Lucille, who was the neighborhood’s hot-to-trot and lascivious corrupter of young men.  She was incredibly over-sexed and outrageously nasty. 

Unfortunately, the teen boys (and boys through their early thirties) just don’t get it.  They are not mature enough to comprehend that the phone experience is an adventure in F A N T A S Y.  So as quick as I get them, if I divulge my true age, I usually lose them.  Then they spend way too much money hopping around trying to get it just right.  Because they want a "real" MILF/Cougar/Older Woman, they are missing all the fun they could have had if they’d only allowed my wicked mind to have it’s devious way with them.

But then there are the full-fledged grown up men — and I do like them best-est of all.  Because they’re smart enough to know this whole phone sex thing is about fantasy; and they’re wise enough to know that they are looking for "talent" as opposed to "reality."  So we reverse our actual ages, with me becoming the manipulative, corrupt, Svengali-esque witchy woman teasing and taunting their youthful alter ego (ah … those were the days, eh?) until their teenage dicks become Pavlovian divining rods pointed straight at me.  And I have my way with them over and over and over.  I’m insatiable, dontcha know?

Sometimes I feel guilty about loving my work so much.

xo, Angela

I’m terribly impressed with the quality of women who’ve recently thrown their feisty lil’ hats into the phone sex arena.  Makes a gal proud, dontcha know?  But today we are going to focus on just one of these luscious and enticing Femme Fatales  — the one, the only, the unique and ubiquitous — Darling Nikki Nines, a gun-toting Fem Dom Phone Sex Goddess, who is making waves, breaking hearts and causing grown men to weep … or at least grovel and beg and plead.  And we just can’t ever have to much of that.  Can we now, boys?

Ms. Nikki is the fully-loaded package:  edgy, thoughtful (read her brilliant meditation on Goth, Gothic architecture and BDSM in which she observes, "Gothic isn’t all dark pessimism; like the architecture, the true philosophy of ‘Gothic’ reaches for the heavens." — oh, how I already love this woman), and the personification of a Femme Fatale.  Gracie Passette, duly impressed by her blog (as we all are, it seems) recently interviewed the mysteriously exotic Nikki, an interview well worth reading.  Because this lady is the real deal, with incredible insight and a history to back her up.

One observation Nikki makes in the interview:

Well, D/s relationships aren’t that different from any vanilla relationship. There are trust issues. For example, upping the ante on humiliation and renting your lover out to others is a trust risk. And a sub who doesn’t like corporal punishment isn’t going to be any happier going from words to spanking — and then to canings. But lots of folks think BDSM bed death can only be cured like that. But you can’t up the ante at the risk of your personal connection & relationship.

And then there’s the matter of sheer exhaustion on the part of the Dominant. I’m of the opinion that if there’s any abuse in BDSM, it’s perpetrated by the subs. Many submissives are so "me me me" that it’s exhausting to try to keep up with their demands. Some call this "topping from the bottom," but it’s more than that… It’s not just about the sex, but about the relationship, the love.

You know what — and lots of BDSM folks who live in the mythology & fantasy of power play will get pissed at me here — but even BDSM folks like good old fashioned, tender, affectionate sex now and then. Even plain old functional missionary sex after the nightly news too. Having to create scenes can be tiresome, and when those scenes are continually based on the sub’s needs only? Loss of sexual interest is the least of your problems; now you’ve got resentment & frustration. And if the sub keeps whining? Yeesh.

See what I mean?  Nikki Nines just might be my new crush. 

Hmmm …  Maybe we could gang up on some of  our bad boys.  Yea, I like that idea.  I like it a lot.

Dare to dance with the devil?  Gather your courage, wipe your sweaty palms, assume the position and call Nikki HERE!

xo, Angela

How can submission be beautiful?   This is one of those times when a picture truly is is worth a thousand words …

I found this this most wondrous piece of elegant art via the very interesting PSO, Darling Nikki Nines, who BLOGS HERE.  Lucky for us, the photographer, Vlad Gansovsky, has a WEBSITE HERE.  

Legs

Mark Halliday

In the last year of my marriage,
among a hundred other symptoms I wrote a poem called
"The Woman across the Shaft"—she was someone
I never met—she had long bare legs
on a summer night when she answered the phone
in her kitchen and lifted her legs to the table
while she talked and laughed and I tried to listen
from my window across an airshaft between buildings
and watched her legs. I doubt she was beautiful
but her legs were young and long
and she laughed on the phone

while I sat in my dark of dissolving faith

and I tried to capture or contain the unknown woman
in a poem: the real and the ideal,
the mess of frayed bonds versus untouched possibility,
so forth. Embarrassed now
I imagine a female editor
who received "The Woman across the Shaft"
as a submission to her magazine—the distaste she felt—
perhaps disgust she felt—I imagine her
grimacing slightly as she considers writing "Pathetic"
on the rejection slip but instead lets the slip stay blank
and then returns to another envelope
from a writer she has learned to trust,
crossing her long legs on her smart literary desk.

***

Read more about the Poet:  CLICK HERE

He also has a Wikipedia page:  CLICK HERE

In more ways than one.

First of all my wireless mouse needs batteries.  It’s the middle of the night, so that will obviously have to wait.

But what about this knee thing going on with me?  It started Thursday morning after jogging.  I didn’t feel it actually "happen"  — meaning I returned home from my run in hale condition, with not even a clue that my knee was about to give out.  But it did.  And the pain has been spreading down my calf and up the back of my thigh.  So it’s been an on again–off again working weekend.  I thought if I took it easy this weekend (gotta appreciate a perfect excuse to laze around and read), it would fix itself.  But here it is Saturday night/Sunday morning and I’m still limping around my place.

So I guess I will be calling my doctor tomorrow.

But, limp or no limp, pain or no pain, I still put a few sissies and slave boys in their place this weekend.  Never underestimate the power of a FemDom Phone Sex Goddess.  I also teased, taunted, cuckolded and castrated.  If you’re thinking you’d like to date me, you just might want to think twice.  If I’m this dangerous when lame, can you even imagine the naughtiness I get up to when all my pistons are firing?

Speaking of reading, my latest passion is Jodi Picoult.  I even have my sister-in-law reading her, and a very special guy (you know who you are) is picking up one of her novels to read. 

Oh, the fun of it all.

And here’s Miss Picoult’s WEBSITE.  Watch her video on her latest book, A Change of Heart, and you’ll see why I find her writing so compelling.

xo, Angela