I have developed a bad habit of ruining people’s appetites. I like to share funny and unusual stories with my husband and friends. There are details I hear over and over that while they have become somewhat normal to me, they still gross out others to hear.

My most recent foiling of an appetite came last week. My husband made dinner while I was on a call. I finished up, grabbed my plate and went into his office. While eating I began to tell him an anecdote about my conversation.

This particular client has a castration fetish. On this call he shared some stories with me from the Internet. They were all a variation on the captured man/castration theme. In one story a woman had taken a knife and cut off the man’s privates and held them up for her female audience. The climax of the story came when she kicked the chair out from under him and he hung from the noose hanging from the ceiling. The story ended with the female audience whooping and clapping as the man died. My client was highly aroused from this particular story and kept going over and over the castration and hanging details.

So there I am, holding my plate and chowing down on dinner as I go into detail about the above story. I’m not grossed out in the least-to me I’m just recounting the call. My husband groans and pushes his plate of food away. While he’s used to my work stories this one was too much for him. I completely turned his stomach and ruined his dinner.

Oops. Have such twisted fetishes become so routine that I don’t blink an eye in surprise anymore? Maybe so. When nervous newbies call me they’re often scared to tell me their fetish in fear I’ll become upset and hang up on them. (unfortunately this does happen to some guys because they unknowingly call phone lines with restrictions) I smile and tell them “try to shock me”. They rarely do.

Posted by Vixen in PSO Confessions