Revamping

I know I haven't posted in quite a spell. I've been mulling this blog over in my mind and have found that I'm just not happy with the way it's being written. It comes across as a point by point detailing without my personality at all. The whole reason I began this was to illustrate how the phone sex industry works while, at the same time, sharing my feelings on this experience. What I've managed to do is neither one. Thus far this has been as impersonal as I can make it and it's written in such a way that I seem detached from the entire experience. So, that being said, I intend to begin altering the writing style and to include my actual self in the posts.

It's Been A While

I know, I know. I've been one lousy blogger, what with the whole not keeping this thing up to date. I'm sure the world is hanging on the edge of it's seat just waiting to hear what's been going on in the phone sex world. Riiight ... I'll just keep on telling myself that. So much has transpired that I'm not really sure where to start. OH ... yes, I know!! I got the 2nd place bonus this last pay period! 96% of my calls were requests and I had a few kudos (from operators and clients for longer shifts, calling in to work when I'm not scheduled, etc.) Of course, now that I'm deep in the throes of the next pay period, the money's not adding up the way it has been. I'm chalking that up to the fact that last week was Spring break ... and I called in sick for one of my shifts.

Okay, so the night of my last post I ended up getting another call from the 18 year old. He wanted to know what my answer was about meeting him. I told him that I couldn't meet him and he became a complete asshole. I insisted I couldn't because it's against company policy, so he promptly countered by offering me $3000 to meet him for coffee. Um ... no! He began threatening me and saying that he was going to call the owner of the company I work for and tell her that I agreed to meet him.

I asked him why he was being such a manipulative jerk. This kind of stopped him in his tracks ... for a little bit anyway. Then he tore into me with all the reasons he felt were the TRUTH about why I wouldn't meet him. 1) I'm shorter/taller, fatter/thinner, not as perfect as I come across. 2) I'm married. 3) I'm crippled and house bound. This guy is a piece of work, let me tell you. Essentially what happened is I kept the fucker on the phone for two hours by whining and begging him not to hang up and stop calling me. I insisted he was such a fabulous man that I couldn't imagine never speaking with him again. YAWN!!!! But hey, in the end it paid off ... TWO HOURS BAY-BEE!!! ka ching!

The next day I got a call from a man who is into water sports, and we're not talking swimming, skiing, polo ... oh, no ... we're talking 100% pure American piss here honey. He was entranced by my apparent skill at describing my experiences with needing to pee really, really badly. You know, standing in long lines at concerts/sports events after several beers. Yeah, that got him hot. He said I was so wonderful that he wants to talk to me again. You can guarantee that every time I need to pee badly, I log that away in my brain for future conversations. Yeah, I really do. 30 minutes of conversation but as far as fantasies go, his is pretty innocent.

Two days later I spoke with my "good boy" and we went through our routine. The only thing different this time is that he wore some little boy undies to the gym and changed in the locker room so that all the other men in there could see him. When I asked him what it made him feel like, he said it was embarrassing. He wants to show them to a woman. Of course this means my next orders for him were to do just that. He asked me how and I told him to figure it out, he's a bright boy! However, we wrapped up our call just as we always do ... with him sitting on my lap suckling at my teat. Then he announces his ejaculation and we say our good bye's. 30 minutes, as usual. At least his calls are requests so I get more money.

Those are the calls that wrapped up my last pay period. My shift is almost over right now and I've had to take a couple of breaks for some new and exciting clients, but I will post updates on that during my next shift.

I promise.

Really.

It Doesn't Get Much Nastier

Okay, I worked last night and didn't post. I was only supposed to work a 3 hour shift, but it turned out to be a little longer than that. I was too busy to write once the calls started rolling in, and then I was too tired to do so once I was done. So, here I am catching you up on what's been going on.

When I first called in for my shift things were pretty quiet. After about 45 minutes I got a call from Beastie Boy ... and let me tell you, did he ever live up to his name last night!! The first half hour we spoke, he wanted me to go into great detail about how my dog was pleasuring me. Yup. Dog. Pleasuring. Me. Hmmm ... I went through the entire description and dragged it out for almost half an hour and then he wanted to move on to more adventurous fantasy.

Yeah. So, how much more adventurous can it get? Hold on to your seats ladies and gentlemen!! It involves me, a stool and ... ahem, a horse. A horse. It involved me manually stimulating the horse and myself at the same time. All while sitting on a stool next to said stallion!! Dangerous much? That's me! Living on the edge!

I told him I looked forward to getting even nastier with him in the future!! What that will entail, I couldn't even begin to tell ya. I'll let you know what I come up with. All in all, we spoke an hour. Ka-ching!!

Next up was some new guy with just your normal, run of the mill type fantasy to jerk his member off to. Fifteen minutes and *CLICK*!!!

Finally, I got a call from the 18 year old. He started telling me about how he was going to be in the state where (I said) I live. He's going to visit the campus there to decide if he wants to go there for a full ride scholarship (athletic of course). I talked him through a very intense (for him), explicit fantasy about what would happened if I were to see him while he's there. This got him so hot that he dropped the whole young kid sounding voice and sounded his age. He was so turned on that he began to do all the talking. Talk about making my job easy!! He mumbled on for a long ass time in guttural tones about what all he would do to me.

He then started begging me to meet him. Of course I said I was tempted but that the answer would have to be no. He begged and pleaded and asked me to give him an answer the next day after thinking about it. So I told him I'd think about it because, well, it guaranteed me another call. We spoke for an hour and a half!!! Ka-ching!

Just the Five of Us

Today's shift was slow. I only received one call today, but we spoke for 44 minutes and it was a request. This was the Beastie Boy. Now, I don't recall if I mentioned in the previous post about him that his thing is that he wants me to be 100% real. He told me to only be honest with him about what turns me on and what I do to myself while we are on the phone. Yeah, okay ... whatever you say, buddy. I guess all that matters is that I'm a good enough actress to convince him that I'm really into him ... you know, he's the only caller I have that gets me hot, etc.

The conversation started slow, hi how are you and all that. Then I immediately went into how I felt cheated during our last call because we were cut off and he couldn't get back through due to another call that had been waiting for me. He told me he had called right back but they told him I was on another call. I feigned disappointment and then told him about how hot he had gotten me and that I couldn't keep my hands off myself during the call that followed because I was thinking about him.

He didn't believe me at first, but thanks to my primo note taking skills, I was able to reiterate most of what we had discussed prior, and he was so amazed. That got him all in a tizzy and he wanted to dive into fantasy mode. He was watching an amateur porn while we were talking and he described about 10 minutes, play by play, to me. YAWN!!! But hey, it filled up money making time, did it not?

In the end, we ended up picking up where we had left off in the first call. It was a fantasy with him, myself, two other women and another man. I wouldn't even begin to know how to describe the scenario, but you can bet that the minute he shot off, he was ready to get off the phone. Mr. Mister, who had made a big deal about being concerned about my needs? Yeah, not so much. That's okay though, I'm sure he'll call me again ... ka-ching!!!

They Say the Night Time Is the Right Time

I worked last night but was too tired after my shift to write about it. I'm working tonight, but right now seems to be slow so I can catch you up on last night. My night began as most of my shifts seem to, with a call from my "good boy" who, if you recall, was not supposed to call me until he wore little boy undies. I dropped a pair of Sponge Bob undies off to the company I work for so they could mail them to him. It had only been one day since they were mailed so I had to discipline him for calling me prior to getting his gift.

I tried a bit to mix up what we normally talk about, but he wasn't that into it. He is fixated on sitting on my lap and nursing while I touch his tiny wanker and he "prematurely ejaculates" all over my lap. I thought that my giving him a bath and then tickling him afterwards would excite him, but it was only after the tickling was over and I let him in my lap that he got excited. Boys ... I swear, they do get stuck in ruts, do they not?

After that I got a call that lasted for two hours where I had to talk to a man who insisted he was only 18 and that this was his first time ever to call the line. I knew this to not be true based on the info given to me by the operator, but I played along, of course. He was obsessed with panties. He wanted me to describe myself modeling about a zillion pairs of panties for him. Then he talked about all the various ways he would please me and talked about his past conquests ... let's not forget, he said he was only 18 but he could perform over and over and over ... uh-huh, sure buddy.

** Later tonight**

Mr. 18 year old called me again tonight. We spoke for 90 minutes. This counted as a request because he asked for me, that means more money for me!! Woo Hoo!! He also has offered me several thousand dollars to meet with him in person. Uh ... no. Tonight he did most of the talking about what all he was going to do to my body and I made a lot of noise as if I were just all into it. Hmmm ... whatever. He then gave me his email address so I could send him pictures. Still not sure how I'm gonna pull that one off!!! Let's see ... I know not one woman who appears the way I told him I do, so we'll just have to see about that. Honestly, I don't care if my not sending him anything makes him not call ... there apparently are tons more where he came from.

A Slow Day for Sex Talk

So, the day after my last shift I got another request. This one was from the guy who I had dominated, not to be confused with the guy I belittled. I was not working that day, so I'm sure he was directed to someone else. Then yesterday I had a request for 6 hours (!!!) from the "Beastie Boy" (so called because of the bestiality). I wasn't taking calls then either. Either way, I'm happy that I'm accumulating a fan club ... that benefits me financially for certain!! I make extra money from requests, so this is a good thing. I figure if I'm getting requests after just a couple of shifts, well I can only get better at it from here, right?

Today I've been on the clock since 9 this morning. My shift is over in two hours and I haven't gotten a single call. It must be the time change, or the fact that it's Sunday, or both. Who knows? Also the fact that it's the middle of the day ... night time is definitely the right time. My next shift is Tuesday night so I should see some action then, for sure!

** UPDATE **

Right after I posted the above, my ol' faithful called in. This is the guy who wants me to belittle him. He loves it when I compare his 3 1/2" penis to that of a little boy. When he "blows" he calls it "prematurely ejaculating" and I reprimand him for it. I told him I want him to wear children's underwear and that got him all in a tizzy. He's not to call me until he's done this ... those are my orders for my "good boy" ...

My Big Night

So, it turns out that the very next day after my first day the man I had ridiculed called the company requesting to speak with me. I wasn't available, but they wanted me to know that he liked me that much. I told them that I would talk to him on my next shift. That's today. He was waiting for me to be on duty. The minute I called in available, the operator told me he was waiting. WAITING. Wow. Apparently I can belittle a man with the best of 'em. Who knew?

I reprimanded him for being too anxious to speak with me. I told him he needed to be more patient. He was such a BAD BOY!!!! He loved that ... blew his load all over. That was about 17 minutes of my evening.

The next call I received was from a guy with a Southern drawl. We talked for just over an hour about all sorts of things ... including, but not limited to, bestiality. Yup, you read that right. We talked about it all!! He never, ahem, finished because his time ran out. He said he was gonna call me right back, but as soon as we got off the phone I got the next call.

The next call was from a gentleman of high prestige. He also wanted to be dominated. This one was different than the last one. He didn't necessarily want to be ridiculed, he truly wanted to be dominated. So I talked him through cleaning my entire body with his tongue ... every crack and crevice ... front and back. I could hear his voice shudder with excitement. We talked for 45 minutes.

What I have learned from this is that the calls are longer and more money is to be made by working nights. My first shift was a day shift, and that was fine because I was able to practice my repertoire. With each call it gets easier and sleazier ...