Night Whispers and other bumps in the night...

So the week has come and passed and I have found a new way to have fun with my friends who call me. I do love my job, don’t forget this. It is great for me to be able to find time for my other job at which I am currently earning my stripes. If you read my first blog you also already know I am a bit sassy.

I live in New York City, give me a break here…(throw in your own Brooklyn accent at this point and time.) All in all, my job is actually fairly nice. I meet horny people on the phone, they get off, I get paid. As frustrating at times as it is, it still works out well for my life in the end. I am able to do a lot more with my other jobs by staying home and working on the phone.

I shall give you an example of a frustrating call.

The phone rings, I get my description of Melody, see first blog. Yes ladies and gentlemen, I do repeat myself a great deal, changing things around here and there, just like you should in the bedroom to keep things alive. I hear on the other end of the line, John. Now here is one thing I have found out in the sex industry: There are more Johns, Steves, Pauls, Marks, and Mikes than I care to name. However that is not what the frustrating part is.

The frustrating part is this: when I ask to hear about one of their fantasies they would like to share with me. The responses range from this….

“I want you to tell me about your pussy.”

…to this…

“Tell me what you would do to me.”

…or this one…

“I just want you to suck my cock and tell me how good it is.”

Wow, ok yes, this is my job, but guys come on, really, help a sister out here. (Brooklyn accent needed here) However I always enjoy my time on these calls, drawing it out and making them lose their breath. Yes ladies, it is possible to make a man cum while just talking to him on the phone.

Think of Marilyn Monroe and how sexy she could talk. Men would squirm for more than her looks, gentlemen, you know exactly what I mean by that.

There are enjoyable talks on the phone as well. I did talk to Martin one night and he needed help with a situation that he was facing. Sometimes people just need to talk, this is why the computer can never replace the human stain or touch, depending upon how you look at it.

Martin is one of my regular callers and he knows me as Kristine, I am a transsexual, with an 8 inch cock, 48 DD breasts, and I am 6” with long red hair and hazel eyes. Yes, I change genders as well. My surgery is free, but the therapy is going to cost me a fortune after I am done with this job.

“Kristine!” Martin, or Michelle as I call her, is very excited.

“Yes, Michelle. Tell me why you are so excited.” I am actually smiling because Michelle is one of my favorite people to talk to. See, it is not all that bad; usually we just talk about shopping, and girl things like makeup and how to get her voice higher.

“I,” he stopped, “I met a man, Kristine. I am so excited. We have a date tonight.”

I also am very excited for him. He lives in a larger town and does live as a woman without the sex change. Michelle is one of the sweetest people I have spoken to in person or in this case, on the phone. The funny thing is, I am more her best friend and Mistress to check in with rather than a person she would like to have sex with. She knows as a submissive to me, I am pleased when she is pleased.

That is actually one of my fetishes. I enjoy when I can make a submissive or slave whimper and beg, and the relief found when the release is given. It is a sticky sweet smell released and when you have tasted this type of pleasure, you do have an addiction that you do seek out. Most Dominant people know of this essence I speak of on some level.

As Michelle finishes getting ready to go on her date, she says good night and she will call me next week with her new boyfriend to introduce me. My sweet little Michelle.

My shift is almost done and the phone rings again. “Sasha, Mr. Perfect is on the phone for you.” I hear Sarah on the other end of the line. I sigh as I hear her chuckle. “I know, he is so perfect and you just can’t get enough of him.”

Now Mr. Perfect, you must understand, is a massah, not a Master. He is a man who would have had slaves tied to his bed in the times when this was allowed, to kick around and abuse at will. There is a large difference between the Master and a massah. I will perhaps get into that in one of my blogs at a later time. I can tell you, I have dealt with Mr. Perfect for well over 3 months now. I am one of his favorite slaves.

I know everything he wants, exactly how he wants it, and I can tell you of his bedroom scene like the back of my hand. It is always the same. Here is an example of such activities between myself and Mr. Perfect:

“Sasha, what do you have on?”

“I have on just my high heels, Mr. Perfect,” I respond chipperly.

“Get your nipple clamps and your dildo and get on the floor,” he commands.

I of course do this as I listen to him while I am sitting on the bed. “Now put your nipple clamp on your left breas,” he barks.

I give the “shhhhmnnnnmmmmmmmooooohooo” and do the same with the other nipple after instructed.

“Now Sasha,” he commands, “Put the dildo on the floor and put it up your ass and sit on it.” Of course he does believe I am doing this; if you do, then you have been mistaken. I do have my limits. I will do certain things to my body with a person there, however on the phone; it is more about me becoming the fantasy someone wishes to play out, no matter how bizarre. I almost feel like a therapist with sex at times.

“Is it in?” he barks.

“Yes, Mr. Perfect,” I respond quickly.

“Fuck my cock, you slut,” he commands me. See, pretty standard stuff in the world of BDSM. If you are part of that world, you know what I mean. However, tonight Mr. Perfect had me and a friend on at the same time and we were to bark like dogs as he decided to fuck us up the ass. I often wonder if aspects of this job will ever pass through my mind during sexual activities with a lover. Fortunately, I have not had to face that issue at this time.

Now I do play games on the internet when I take breaks, but it is a rare occasion and I had been looking for a way to help get through the moments with Mr. Perfect and I came across this game. I highly recommend it for any time you are extremely frustrated with anyone. I will tell you, this game is a twisted, sick, train wreck of a game, however, in this situation it applies to my current job.

http://www.addictinggames.com/kittencannon.html

Now I found out that if I can shoot the cat out of the cannon in time with Mr. Perfect ordering me to cum, I can have orgasms to the cat bouncing in the game. You must try it to find out what I mean. It is perfect timing; my longest bounce distance of the cat is currently 2,768 feet. It was the longest orgasm I had with Mr. Perfect on the phone. He was quite pleased and it was all I could do to stop from laughing before he said good night.

As the time goes by, the phone rings again. “Melody, it is Harriot.” I hear the ladie’s voice, “Sean is on the phone and would like you to be a farm girl and into bestiality.”

Oh lord, my mind is screaming, it is a perfect way to end the night. Remember, this is a fantasy line, and that means we cater to all fantasies.

“Hello, Sean,” I say softly to him.

“Hello, Melody. Hey, I know your name is Melody, but can you be Jackie?” he asked me quickly.

“Sure, who is Jackie?” I ask.

“My sister.” I see it is time for the cat game again. See, this game is helpful in this job.

“Ok, as long as it is over 18, Sean,” I respond.

“Ok and Jackie, can you oink for me?” If I would have had a cup of coffee in my hand, it would have spilled everywhere at this time. “Loudly.” I will save you the details of the whole discussion; in the end, Sean had a good time and I got to have a story to put in my blog. The guy is normal; it is a fantasy, remember that. We all have them, even the people who are reading this may have some very taboo fantasies that we may question. However, who are we to question them, are my thoughts on that. I did however, play the game during the “oinking” part. It works out well for all animal sounds, I have found.

The sex tip of the week: Spice up your love life with your current lover. It does not have to be obscure or even expensive. Find a short skirt, ladies, some thigh highs, and dress a little slutty for your man one night. Perhaps wear only an apron; (this applies to both sexes) serve a nice dinner, with melted chocolate and fruit or your choice of assorted goodies. Remember, the mind is the largest erotic zone in the body for sex and sexual fulfillment. Find your spice for the bedroom and work in your fantasies. Who knows, maybe one night you and your mate may even call me. I do have couples who do call to have that safety net of the phone to bring in another male or female. The mind is the erogenous zone for all of us.

Until later my lovelies,

BDSM Kisses and wet dreams,

Goddess Fortuna

While sitting on the phone for most people consists of catching up on the day’s work and things of that nature, I turn to my phone to listen to men’s and women’s fantasies; their fetishes that they don’t wish to tell the world but can tell someone on the other end of the line, having no clue who they are or what they do. Perhaps I am breaking the laws of silence; however this blog is not about exposing people, but for people to see that everyone has a sexual side, from the banker to the sanitation worker to the housewife.

I work in an industry that is sort of like cyber sex, but vocal sex. It is a place where we can be ourselves, describe what we look like, and don’t have to send a photo to prove that we look this way. Computers will never take away the human element needed for many things and that does include sex. There is everything from regular “vanilla” sex to outlandish, as you will read. Thankfully, this has been a great lesson for me as well. Another thankful note upon this journey that I have also noticed is that my own fetishes, as out there as they are, hold not a candle to some of the fetishes that I cater to on the phone. I decided to start this blog to let the outside world see the inside of what truly lies in men and women and what they do in the dark when no one is looking, only listening. All the names have been changed to protect the innocent and the not so innocent.

So between the narrative of my voice and the phone ringing, I truly hope you enjoy your fetish/sex immersion. I am warning you that this is adult content. If you are easily offended, find another site to read. If you would like an insight into the tantalizing world of sexology 101; welcome, won’t you please come on in?

The phone rings.

“Hello, Mark is on the line. He would like 18, white, sexually uninhibited, and slutty.” I hear Maxine on the other end of the line. She is on 2^nd shift and her time is almost done.

“Ok, we will give him Melody.” I respond in a chipper voice.

“Hello, this is Melody.” I whisper into the receiver.

“Hello, I am Mark.”

“Well it is very nice to meet you. How is your evening Mark?” I coo softly.

“I had a good day, and yours?” He responds back. “What do you look like?”

“Well,” I sit back, letting my imagination go wild. “I have long blonde luscious hair that goes down to my bottom (Or other assorted things depending upon how the person sounds), 40 D all natural breasts, with an hourglass figure. I have a fantastic bottom that you can hold onto. My eyes are that of an emerald green that can see into your very being.”

He holds his breath and then utters, “Wow, you sound beautiful.”

We begin to talk and things take their course and our discussion continues, and of course his cock is getting sucked during this conversation. He will ask how much I like it, and without question, I must like it because it is a privilege to be able to worship such a magnificent thing over the phone.

Please note, he did not tell me anything about himself.

Now with Mark, he of course wants to fuck me up the ass because almost every man’s fantasy is to fuck a woman up her ass or have two women at the same time. I am not trying to sound cynical, but I want you to see where I am sitting so you can see that maybe your desires and fetishes are not as bad as some and not as good as others.

As quickly as he came on the line, he cums and hangs up without a word. Sitting back and going back to my computer for my other jobs that I upkeep, I wait for the next phone call. Now you must be thinking, “Hey, how bad can this gig be? You get to stay home, talk to people about sex on the phone and then you get to hang up and go back to work or watch TV.” Oh honey, we have not even begun the escapades of sexual deviance is all I have to say.

I want you to note, I am judging no one, which is why I will not use the names that were presented to me. This is satire; if you are offended easily, please do not read. I hope you get a kick out of what is written, and please feel free to comment back. Don’t get me wrong. I am a voyeur. I love to watch, so this job is perfect for me. I am also a nympho, so I do get out frustrations, not from the sex line I work for, but with a current lover when I have one, or well, there is always talking to the hand. I am heavily into BDSM; it is a way of life for me, but BDSM is not the full existence of my sex life. Kink is somewhere in the middle of my name and I believe the mind is the largest erotic zone in the whole body. So don’t get what I say as being twisted or wrong, for those who help me with my fetish ideas, they are paying my rent at the same time. Who could ask for a better gig? Also think of the therapist I am going to have to see, imagine her or his pockets getting filled while they expand their voyeurism fetishes. We all win.

The phone rings again. I hear the lady on the phone.

“Hello hun, it’s Linda. We have William on the phone; he would like Asian, slutty, submissive, and horny. It’s for 30 minutes.”

“Ok, Sukura works.” I don’t have an accent for Sukura but they know that since I live in New York I have a New York accent.

“Hello, this is Sukura.” I say into the phone.

“Hello, Sukura this is William.” He has a chipper voice and sounds somewhat normal.

“Well hello, William how was your day?” I respond.

“My day was great, tell me Sukura, a little about you.” He chuckles like a young girl.

“Well I am 33, have long black hair that goes to my waist. I have nice brown eyes with gold flecks. My breasts are a lovely 38 B and I have a very tiny body, with a pert ass. I stand about 5”4’ and my legs are curvy in all the right places.”

“Oh my, Sukura you sound very nice. Well, I am 6”4,’ blonde hair, hazel eyes, and well built with a 9 inch cock.” He comments.

“Oh that sounds wonderful.” My mind is racing, going ok, what to do now.

“What do you like to do Sukura?” He finally says. Thank goodness he can have a vocabulary above that of a 2^nd grader.

“I like to do all kinds of things, what were you referring to?” I coo back.

“Well, I love to go to museums, antiquing, and church,” He responds.

Flags go up in the back of my head, and I think ok, freak alert, but I keep to my calm self and continue with the conversation. We continue about museums and art and foods we like, and then out of nowhere…

“Would you like to get married in the church to sanctify our love?” Now you need to remember we are on the phone, and my head is going, ok this guy has a great imagination. Next, however I respond with:

“That might be nice.” Shaking my head, I look to see if I can escape the fear and loathing feeling that is coming over me for this fantasy. He continues to the blessing of our union and then moves on to me having babies and him delivering them, of course with professional help in the background.

Yes, pregnancy is beautiful, however I have never really had the desire to have sex while the delivering a baby. I have delivered at least two; believe me, I know what I am talking about. You are beginning to see the point. All in all, William is a nice guy and just has a few kinks and fetishes. There are more hardcore situations and I truly wish not to expose you to the horrors that are out there in the sex industry that only the under workers see, but you must see, for everyone inside is a voyeur; that is why the internet is so powerful. Think of this as your introduction to an old technology of the phone line that is now being mixed with the new world of the computer. I have 3 web characters and 5 characters for the phone line. You could honestly say I have multiple personalities or I am a damn good actress.

The conversation between William and I is done, and I put down the phone and go back to my computer work. I look and the phone is ringing again.

“Hello, it’s Anna, we have George on the line, he would like a black momma, who can dominate him and make him beg for mercy.”

“Well, say hello to LaQuisha.” I chuckle back, knowing that this will be a busy night. I figure I should just put the computer away.

“Hello there, this is LaQuisha.” My voice gets deeper and I am now 35. “How are you this evening?”

George responds with, “I am horny.” If I had a dollar for every time a man said that to me, I would not need this job. “Tell me about yourself,” George urges.

Gentlemen and ladies, pay attention here, honestly, that is not a good pick up line for anyone. I suggest you do not try this at home if you want a chance to get any action for the night.

We begin by him telling me that he is 6’1”, dark brown hair, brown eyes, and a massive cock I should worship. Another note, gentlemen, I am 35, I have had my fair share of sex, and not every man out there, no matter the color of his skin, has a 10” or bigger cock. Please, if that were true, half of you would be passed out every time you claimed to have sex. I understand it is wonderful if you have a large cock, but when are you men going to get it? It is not the size of the boat that is headed into the harbor, but the way you park it in the ocean.

“I am the color of black coffee, 48 DD breasts that hang in a teardrop shape upon my nice firm abs, my ass is that of JayLo, and I have a thick waist with long hair that goes to my shoulders, and dark eyes.”

“Oh, how I would love to fuck that ass,” he comments as I finish telling him what I look like. Of course with the ass fetish, in the back of my mind I know how this conversation is going to go. I light a cigarette and he continues on about how he would love to just shove it in without any lubricant.

Ok, side note on this too, ladies and gentlemen: unless you are a true sadist or masochist, this is not going to work. There are 3 rings in the anal region, and if you ram it in there, expect a backlash, or a dick up your ass in the middle of the night without warning. You must stretch these muscles, or you will do damage that could be irreversible, both mentally and physically. By the way, I do have a lot of education in the sex world, so if you have questions that you are not comfortable to ask others, please feel free to ask here. I would love to help you if I can.

The phone rings again.

"We have David on the phone, and he is not alone. He would like 23, slutty and nice." Anna chuckles. Slutty and nice, how do those go together? I suppose they can.

"Ok, well Melody is right here." I am thinking ok, what do I do now?

"Hello, this is Melody," I tell David.

"I'm David, I don't know exactly how to do this," he responds.

"Do what? Well we can introduce ourselves." I hear noise in the background of his other friends.

"Well I am 23, a Medical Student, a virgin, and my friends and I want to learn about sex," he says bluntly.

My mind is screaming "Alrighty then.” "Ok, well let’s work with that," I respond.

"Could you describe yourself to me, Melody?" he urges as the others giggle.

"I am 23, long blond hair, blah blah blah, (you know this part)" I respond almost mechanically.

"What are you wearing Melody?" He continues.

"A pink baby doll and a pair of matching boy toy underwear," I respond

"Could you take that off for us and describe it in detail?" His friends agree in the background.

I am game, so I play along.

"I am taking the strap off my milky white shoulder and slowly tracing my nails across my skin to make it tingle, enjoying every inch of my body. I am taking down the other strap and slowly sliding the top down my arms, taking it off, letting the fabric rub against the nipples” ....well you get the idea. I finish telling him in detail as I take off the underwear.

There is silence on the other end of the line then finally, "Wow, that is so hot."

"Thank you," is all I can think to say.

"Now we have a question about golden showers," he continues.

The beep comes, telling me that we only have 3 minutes left. I am praising the gods above.

"Should I do it?" he questions me.

"Well, make sure you know your partner, but if it is a fetish you want to try, yes. You are a medical student, so you know the need for safe play."

"Thank you for your help, when can I call you again?" The phone line goes dead.

I set the phone down, thinking that was one of the weirdest conversations I have had, however that is just the tip of the ice burg. My shift is over at 6 am and it is only 2 am. I know it is a night for many phone calls.

There are slow nights so I can work on many other things that I do. I am a journalist/writer/reporter and in my spare time, I am a Pro-Domme in NYC, however the Pro-Domme is only for clients who are already established with me.

I have been doing Domination since I was 16, so for 20 years of my life I have been involved with the sex industry in one way or another. People’s fetishes amaze me and excite me to a point.

The phone rings again.

“Hey sweetie, it is Maria. I have a good one for you.” Most of the gals know of my outside profession, so they know I love the BDSM calls. “He would like a hardcore Domme, 18, and would like to be called panty girl.” I blink and hold back my laughter.

Reality check: if you 18 and a hardcore Domme, my question is this, what the hell did that 18 year old go through to become a hardcore Domme? If you notice, most women who are hardcore Dommes are at least in their 30’s. At 18, you have not really been screwed over enough to become “hardcore.” Also, for those of you who may or may not know this, “hardcore” Domination can consist of anything from scat to beatings. Everyone’s opinion of hardcore Domination can vary. For me, hardcore Domination is extreme: asphyxiation, blade play, Saint Andrew’s crosses, anal training to the extreme, needle play, or hooking. There are many levels of extremity, so everyone’s definition is not the same.

“Hello, panty boy.” My voice once again has changed for this call. “This is Mistress Onyx. Get your hand off your cock. It is no longer your cock but mine.”

“Yes Mistress.” I hear him in the background breathing heavy.

“Now what toys do you have around you, my little slut boy?” I bark.

“I have a dildo and some clothespins.” I have a pain slut on the line. My sadistic side kicks in.

“Put the clothespins on your balls, set the dildo on the ground and I want you to get on your knees.” I did note that the pain slut did not say “Mistress,” so I have plans.

“How many clothespins?” he responds quietly.

“I want one on each nipple and the rest on the balls.” Again he does not respond properly. I ask, “Slut boy, how long have you been a slut?”

“All my life, Mistress.” It clicks into his brain what I am getting at.

“Are you on a cordless?”

“Yes Mistress,” he responds quickly.

“Go to the kitchen and I want you to get some ice.” I hear him catch his breath.

“Yes Mistress.” I hear him open the freezer. “How many?”

“I want you to get a handful. You better have enough to work with. Now go back to the room you were in,” I command. I am now doing my daily exercises of Pilates.

“Yes Mistress.” He drops the ice in a bowl and heads back to his room.

“I want you to place 4 ice cubes up your ass.” I note the fear and excitement in his voice.

“Yes Mistress.” As each ice cube goes in, he counts them off without me instructing him. Now for those of you who are thinking, “Ice up the ass, brrr,” it is a common practice for hot and cold play and for those who enjoy it. There is nothing wrong with a nice ice cube up the ass to help you clean up and enjoy such activities.

“Now sit on the dildo. Tell me when you are ready to cum.” It is only a few moments and he is begging me to cum. I deny him. “You forgot to call me Mistress on 2 counts.”

“I am sorry, Mistress.” His voice is in desperation as he breathes harder. “Please Mistress, may I cum?”

“Cum now and pull the dildo out at the same time as you cum, panty boy,” I bark again.

“Thank you Mistress,” is all he can say at the end of the conversation. “That was the best experience I have ever had. May I call you again, Mistress?”

“Yes, my little panty boy, you may.” I smile in agreement.

The night continues in such a manner, and I have enough phone calls that one could call it a good night. As I log out, I know that sleep will not come for a few hours. I may talk on the phone with a friend of mine or just work on the computer, or better yet, the Fairly Odd Parents are on TV. At least for an hour I can live in fairy world. Hey, it is either that or maybe an old Twilight Zone. It is 6 in the morning, what more can you expect?

Thank you for reading the first installment of many, I am sure. Please feel free to ask any questions or leave any comments. I believe in the First Amendment fully and back it with my words. I do not believe in censorship, even though many others do. If you liked the blog, please pass it on to your friends. I would enjoy many reading about the sexcapades and who knows; maybe you can get some great ideas for your own sex life or well, at least know what not to do if the situation applies to you.

I will also give one sex tip for every blog. So here is your sex tip…Sex is natural, exciting, and fun with the right person. Enjoyable and delightful, it should never be that of shaming someone or creating a situation of being uncomfortable in your own skin. Sex is a big part of our lives and even if you just do it missionary style, at least you are doing it. This is more than some right now. Sex is a beautiful, natural expression between two people or more, depending upon your fetish. No one has sex the same and honestly, nothing is really taboo in the sex world. I am not talking about animals or children; I am talking consensual sex between two or more adults. Never knock it until you have tried it, however remember, what you may consider taboo and unacceptable is normal for those who are able to sexually explore. Also if you are currently sexually active, with many partners, save your life and cover that bitch, get tested, and always play safe and SANE.

Until later, my little voyeurs, happy sex dreams, and sexscapades…

BDSM kisses and wet dreams to all,