Tonight a new guy (NG) called. At first he said he wanted to be dominated. After a few minutes he demanded I talk to him for free. I told him no. “I’m gonna make you get on your knees and suck me bitch,” was his response.

“What?” I asked. Usually the guys who want a freebie at least give me a reason.

NG said he wanted to piss me off so I’d dominate him harder. He again asked me for a freebie. I again said no.

“You’re just a stupid fucking whore,” was his response.

I was getting annoyed and that comment sealed it. But I sensed that cursing back wouldn’t do the trick. I tried another tactic.

Keeping my voice calm I said, “Actually I’m not a whore. But some of my friends are so I don’t really see that as an insult.”

There was no immediate response. Then I heard a subdued “oh”. NG hung up after that. Usually with jerks like him it’s best to just curtly end the conversation. But having the final say certainly felt sweet.

Posted by Vixen as PSO Confessions at 11:19 PM CST

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A few years ago a friend of me and Mr. Radical’s died after struggling long with an illness. He was a young man-in his late twenties. His wife was a few years younger and their son was in kindergarden at the time. Our friend was so full of life and love and joy. It was heartbreaking to watch his health and body deteriorate. He was beloved by many and the funeral home was packed with friends and family. His widow honored his spirit-though there were tears at the service there was a lot of laughter too.

Afterward, several of us gathered at a friend’s house. As we drank and reminisced more the reality of his death really hit me. Out of habit I had turned on my phone when we got to the house. I was crying when it rang.

I pulled the phone out of my pocket and hesitated. Should I really be answering today? But then I thought the distraction might be nice. I answered and said hello. It was a regular client who normally talks for a couple of hours.

As soon as I realized an easy regular was on the line I decided to take the call. I left the group and went to our friends guest bedroom. (They knew I was a PSO and I had done calls at their place before.)

His fantasy was easy enough-some light humiliation and then some “forced” cocksucking. The call was exactly what I needed-a distraction. I was so upset by the injustice of the universe. Why did such a good person have to die? I needed a break from my reality.

My regular client provided me that break. I jumped right into his fantasy and gave him a great call. I leaned back in the chair, closed my eyes and tried to envision every detail. My sadness was still there. We talked for two hours and I cried for most of it. But the weight of the grief was lightened with the distraction of the call.

He didn’t realize he was giving me compassion. At the end of the call he was excited. “That was great!” he said before hanging up. It was great. I got a break from my grief by visiting another’s fantasy. It was exactly what I needed.

Since that call I’ve often used calls as distractions. When life gets stressful I can hop on a call and take a break from it all. This works great when I’m PMSing and want to strangle those around me for merely breathing the wrong way. It works best with regulars. If I know the guy’s routine I can relax and get into his fantasy. Often the stress relief will feel so strong that I’ll cry. (This is what I alluded to in my Burn Out post.) I’m an easy crier-a good song or movie will make me tear up. I’ve read the Harry Potter series several times but still cry in certain spots every single time.

It’s like a weird meditation. I’ll be leaning back in my chair, silently crying and talking about golden showers. Take your bliss where you can I figure.

The clients give me compassion merely by distracting me. Invariably these calls get great reviews. Clients will often tell me it was our best call together or that no one has ever captured heir fantasy like I have. I’m not quite sure why this is. Perhaps it’s because I’m so focused. In those moments I ignore my thoughts to create a more detailed fantasy for them. By the time we hang up we both feel better, albeit for very different reasons.

Sex Work And Compassion Series
Sex Work And Compassion: Panty Tree
Sex Work and Compassion: Self Hating Client
Sex Work And Compassion: I Show No Compassion
Sex Work And Compassion: Death In A Client’s Family
Sex Work And Compassion: A Call From Baghdad
Sex Work And Compassion: A Client Shows Me Compassion
Sex Work And Compassion: The Angry Family

Posted by Vixen as PSO Confessions at 11:39 PM CST

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A general PSO rule is to never hang up before the client does. You may think the call is over when the guy cums but that’s often not the case. Many of my clients like pillow talk post orgasm.

Recently I had a new client (I’ll just go with HU after the post title) that was turned on by rudeness. He wanted harsh humiliation; I berated him for being an idiot, ugly, a waste of space. My favorite insult for this type of humiliation is to tell them they’re wasting oxygen with each breath of the wretched existence.

I generally don’t like this type of humiliation. Sure it’s easy enough by it always feels generic and cruel for no reason. I certainly don’t mind being cruel but I like the submissive to have done something naughty to deserve it. HU was enjoying humiliation however. He was on by the insults and the call was going smoothly.

Then HU shifted gears. He focused over the control I had over him. Since this was our first call I didn’t have much info on him. I thought we might be going into a blackmail fetish but HU wanted a generalized power fantasy. Easy enough so I shifted focus with him.

Then HU said I was in control of the call. I did what any good PSO would do-I told him we were talking longer. He agreed and we talked more. He then moved on to me ending the call whenever I wanted.

He wanted me to hang up on him as part of the fantasy. I hesitated. What if he didn’t call back? What if the reality of me ending the call before he could cum was a let down? Would he never call back?

I followed my instincts-I threw another “idiot” insult his way and hung up on him mid-moan. He called back right away, panting heavily.

“I can’t believe you did that! You DO own me.” HU sounded almost giddy.

We continued with the humiliation insults while he jerked off.

When he was close to cumming I decided to hang up again. It felt like more of a risk. He hadn’t mentioned me lengthening or ending the call since calling me back. Again, I followed my hunch.

I used my bitchiest tone to tell him “I’m done with you loser”. Then I hung up.

Several minutes went by. My phone wasn’t ringing. Did I misjudge HU’s earlier hints? Several more minutes passed by. I was thinking I’d blown it.

Then my phone rang. HU sounded shaken. “That was the best orgasm I ever had” he gushed. I was relieved that I’d guessed right.

HU and I have talked since that initial call. I’ve hung up on him once more. He likes it but somehow the act doesn’t excite him as much. Perhaps the novelty has worn off? Maybe it was a one time fantasy? His diminished excitement means I’ll hold off hanging up on him again until he starts dropping hints anew.

Nevertheless, that original call taught me to trust my PSO intuition. Though it felt wrong to do at the time, hanging up on HU was exactly what he wanted.

Posted by Vixen as PSO Confessions at 10:34 PM CST

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This winter I had an awkward session. I met a client for two hours and the whole thing felt…just off. When sessions fall flat time drags on and on. It felt like I was there for four hours, not two.

On the way to the hotel I decided to get a smoothie. It’s good sex worker practice to bring your own drink. The coffee shop was operating in slow motion. The clock was ticking and I had to get back on the road. Why didn’t I just bring some bottled water?! I flipped through a paper and tried to stay calm. The smoothie was delicious but I ended up being ten minutes late.

The client was gracious and didn’t mention my tardiness. I’ll nickname him AS for Awkward Session. AS was already crossdressed. He was a tall man and built like a footballer. In his six inch stilettos he towered over me. I played it cool but honestly that shook me up a bit.

I went to into the bathroom to change into mistress clothes. As I calmed myself I focused on the vibe. Did AS feel weird? Sure he was big but I didn’t feel threatened. This was our first meeting so I had a couple of safe calls planned with Mr. Radical.

Dressing in the bathroom didn’t go as planned. As I pulled out my platform heels one fell to the floor with a loud clunk. AS asked if I was ok. I assured him I was fine but really I was panicking. The toe strap on my heel had just broken! I had only brought one pair. You’d think I’d have learned my lesson from this session. At least I had worn cute heels with my “normal clothes”. I put on the rest of my mistress garb and put back on my two inch heels.

AS asked about the clunking noise. Figuring the truth was the best answer I hid my embarrassment and showed him the broken heel. He was sympathetic.

He was a very polite client. He brought his own toys and was in a chipper mood. Plus there was no inappropriate touching. I had one client that was all about roaming hands. That session was mostly me pushing his hands away from my ass. AS wasn’t like that and I was grateful for it. He had asked for a session of crossdressing, CBT and butt plug play and didn’t try to get any inappropriate extras.

During the session AS made small talk. There’s not anything wrong with that. It’s just that the small talk prevented him from getting into the submissive zone. I kept trying to slip into Mistress/submissive roles but he didn’t pick up on my clues. I spanked him while he chatted about the good deal he got on his heels. It felt like we were chatting on a dinner date while performing BDSM-if that makes sense.

I suppose I could have turned into Bitch Mistress and told him to shut up while I dommed him. But that felt completely wrong to the scene. AS seemed to enjoy chatting while playing. It made me feel awkward but I followed his lead.

He had an inflatable butt plug with him. I waited until we were about 3 /4 into the session. I figured we’d wrap up with that. Things were going along fine. AS was on his hands and knees; I was behind him manipulating the plug. He liked me to inflate and deflate it over and over again. His balls were covered in clothespins.

I decided to pull the clothespins off his balls while I deflated the butt plug. As I turned the valve to deflate the plug, I leaned down to grab a clothespin. Big mistake. I leaned down into a cloud of shit. The plug had released air when it deflated and I had gotten a giant whiff of dirty ass. Biting my lip hard, I forced myself to swallow the gag. My stomach was fluttering. It smelled horrible!

Thankfully AS didn’t notice. I continued pulling off the clothespins. I made sure to hold my head back when deflating the plug.

More awkwardness came when AS announced he couldn’t get an erection. He had been stroking himself on and off since I got there. AS was in panties for most of the session. I hadn’t noticed he wasn’t hard.

I’ve never had a client have erection problems before. He thought the butt plug was distracting him. I deflated it, pulled it out and set it aside. As I was pulling it out another cloud of shit came out of his ass. AS was sitting up on his knees now so I couldn’t bite my lip-he might notice. I bit my tongue hard to fight back the gag. The smell was so strong it made my eyes twitch. Again, I played it cool.

AS tried and tried but his penis was not cooperating. The session had dragged on and on until this moment. Suddenly the clock was moving twice as fast and we only had ten minutes left of the session. Barely any time left and my client had a limp dick!

Inside I was a nervous wreck. Outwardly I pretended I was calm and collected. I had AS suck a dildo while he masturbated. Five minutes were left. How was I going to get out of there gracefully?

AS had his eyes closed. One hand worked the dildo into his mouth, the other his limp dick. My mind was going over exit strategies. Out of nowhere there was a loud noise. I jumped and blurted out “What was that?!”

AS’s cheeks got red and he said “I farted”. I stood there stunned, horrified that I had pointed it out. Silently I thought-I am such a professional. Then he laughed. I relaxed and laughed too. But my laugh was a little too loud and a little too long.

With two minutes left AS announced that his penis wasn’t going to get hard. I took that as an official end of the session and went to change clothes. While changing Mr. Radical called. I had missed my last safe call. He used his code word to ask if I was ok and I used my code word to say I really was.

We chatted for a few minutes. Neither of us mentioned his failed erection. He kept wanting to chat but I couldn’t stay there all day. Finally I just said “well I should get going” and started to turn away. He gave me a hug and I left.

AS contacted me after he got home. He thought the session went great and he’s hoping for another. I had thought I’d lost him as a client. Maybe it wasn’t as awkward as I thought.

Posted by Vixen as PSO Confessions at 11:42 PM CST

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Blackmail fantasies are fun calls. These calls are dramatic with lots of plot twists which make the call enjoyable for me.

The call starts out with me just toying with him at first. Blackmailed Man comes to visit for a session. Our playtime quickly turns into an affair. If BM has any extra kinks they’re easily worked into the storyline. His wife never ties him down and fucks him but I do. Or his wife never wears stockings and heels. I wear them every time we meet and make him worship them for hours. Comparisons are frequently made between us. The wife has endless faults while I’m portrayed as a commanding, superior Goddess.

Over time our imaginary affair becomes serious. BM skips out of work early to see me. He lies to his wife about imaginary meetings and appointments to sneak off to my apartment.

My control of him increases. Soon he’s confessing intimate details about his life. But I demand more. He tells me work secrets, bank info, credit card details. Financial submission is often a subplot in blackmail calls.

I demand a tribute every month. If he doesn’t pay up I threaten to tell his wife, his boss, his friends and coworkers. At this point in the call BM is very worked up. I describe how I keep upping the ante. The tributes increase in amount and frequency. Soon I have access to his bank accounts and credit cards. He pays for a high class apartment for me that’s close to his office. I have a car and fat allowance.

When the client is a few breaths from cumming I’ll review the fantasy. If they’ve given me bank account numbers or driver license numbers I’ll read them back to him.

After cumming BM makes me promise to throw away the financial details he just confessed. He nervously asks “You won’t tell my wife will you?” I assure him I won’t. Often he’ll try to convince he’s not really into “all this”. After I assure him again that I’m not really blackmailing he rushes the goodbye and hangs up.

Every few years I’ll get a client who sends me tributes in real life. I have one now. He sends me a money order for a small amount. I think of it as my yarn fund. Now in reality I’m not really blackmailing him. I’m not going to tell his wife, even if he stops sending me tributes. It’s tricky though because I have to pretend that I will rat him out. I’ll send him taunting emails with pictures of him in his wife’s panties. I write, “Remember what evidence I have slave” to tease him.

After he’s sent the tribute he’ll call and we’ll replay his blackmail fantasy. He loves for me to say his full name over and over again. “You own me now Mistress. You’ll never let me go will you?” he’ll say while masturbating. I play along, telling him that he’s my property. He has to do whatever I say or else. I’ll read the return address on the tribute envelope and he cums into the panties. How long will he send me tributes? I have no idea but for now I have some nice tweedy wool courtesy of him.

Fetish Fridays
Fetish Fridays: Sploshing
Fetish Fridays: Robot Sex
Fetish Fridays: Humiliation
Fetish Fridays: Glory Holes
Fetish Fridays: Shoe Fetish
Fetish Fridays: Achoo!
Fetish Fridays: Tickle Fetish
Fetish Fridays: Doggy Boy
Fetish Fridays: Smoking Fetish
Fetish Fridays: Latex Love
Fetish Fridays: Furries
Fetish Fridays: Exhibitionism
Fetish Fridays: Chastity
Fetish Fridays: Pony Play
Fetish Fridays: Hirsutism
Fetish Fridays: Sploshing Revisited
Fetish Fridays: Interview With A Sissy
Fetish Fridays: Teabagging
Fetish Fridays: Financial Submission
Fetish Fridays: Kidnapping

Posted by Vixen as PSO Confessions at 11:04 PM CST

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Some years I turn off my phone for my birthday. But if I’m having a mellow birthday I’ll leave it on. Today was like that. To celebrate my bday I stayed home and played with yarn all day. It was wonderful. The Fantastic Foot Slut called and we had a nice chat while I knit a sleeve for Mr. Radical’s latest sweater. FFS couldn’t call during the holidays and was so happy I picked up. So was I.

A couple of years ago I connected with a client because of my birthday. The client was a tough regular. I’ll call him Bored Man.

BM always acts like he bored and irritated. He likes me to talk constantly. If I pause to take a sip of water he’ll complain. “Hello? Are you still there?” he’ll say though he has to know I haven’t hung up.

He never seems satisfied with the fantasy. His is an easy fantasy-some crossdressing with a dominance storyline. BM continually edits the fantasy. He doesn’t like to talk much but will change details over and over. I try to tell a good fantasy but he never seems satisfied. At the end of every call I always wonder why he calls me back. He does though so I’m doing something right.

For my birthday that year Mr. Radical and I had celebrated earlier in the day. When evening rolled around I figured I’d turn on my phone. When BM called I was almost tempted to fake an excuse on why I couldn’t talk. Instead I decided to chat.

BM sounded more depressed than his usual bored and annoyed mood. I asked my usual “how are you doing” opener expecting to get his usual nondescript reply.

Instead he told me that it was his birthday. BM added that he was alone so decided to call me. I told him it was my birthday too. “Really?” he asked, sounding hopeful. I told him yes it was.

Usually I don’t tell clients it’s my birthday because it weirds them out. To me it’s just a twenty minute chunk out of my day. But they feel like they’re imposing. With BM, I just had a feeling that I should tell him of our shared birth date.

My hunch paid off. BM was incredibly nice on that call. He forgot his fantasy and just talked about his life. He didn’t spill any deep dark secrets. It was more like I was a friend and he was telling me about his day-small talk with occasional sharing. At the end of the call he thanked me for the first time.

Now when he calls he’s not as annoying. BM still likes me to talk constantly and he still likes to tweak the fantasy details. But he’s polite about it and there’s a warmness in his voice that wasn’t there before the birthday call.

Posted by Vixen as PSO Confessions at 11:03 PM CST

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The phone rang. I answered and greeted the caller.

“Whose this?!” he asked.

I had already said my name. But maybe he hadn’t heard so I repeated myself.

“No you’re not!” The caller sounded annoyed.

“Excuse me?” I asked. How could I not be me?

The guy explained that he had talked to me months ago and I was definitely not her. He told me that my voice sounded wrong and nothing like the mistress he had talked to before.

I tried to use my “normal” phone voice while talking to him but he was convinced I wasn’t me. The absurdity of the moment made me laugh.

“Well I’m not sure how to convince you that it’s really me” I said.

“You’re so full of bullshit,” he sneered before hanging up.

Did my voice really sound that different? I don’t have a cold and was wide awake when he called. I certainly didn’t recognize his voice.

Posted by Vixen as PSO Confessions at 11:52 PM CST

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Many of my clients borrow their partners’ clothes. Crossdressers will sneak a pair of their wife’s panties out of her drawer. More often than not they’ll cum in them and toss them into the laundry hamper afterward, sure that wifey will never notice. Some will borrow more. Bras, pantyhose, slips and lingerie will be tried on. I’ve had clients put the lingerie back into the dresser, confident their partner won’t notice.

I’m not convinced they’re being so careful. Are they really putting that bra back in the exact right place? Will their girlfriend notice? Will she notice panties in the dirty pile that she didn’t wear? Are they stretching out the lingerie when they wear it? The Fantastic Foot Slut likes to bring his wife’s lingerie to wear for our sessions. The seams stretch when he puts her sheer tank top on. The elastic waistband in her panties cuts into his skin as he struts around for me.

Clients that have a used pantie kink will dig out the dirtiest pair of their girlfriend’s panties out of the hamper. After sucking on and cumming in them they’ll throw them back into the dirty pile. This seems less likely to get them busted-they were already there.

I encourage my clients to get their own clothes. They’ll fit correctly and they won’t have to worry about stretching out their partner’s clothing. Often I recommend Suddenly Fem. Their clothes are designed for men but are quite girlie. Buying online is perfect for guys who are too nervous to buy clothes in person. Victoria’s Secret is by far the most popular store amongst my crossdressing and sissy clients.

Some clients borrow more-some use their partner’s dildos. I try to discourage this. There’s just no way of knowing if they’re going to clean it properly afterward. He’s fucking his ass with it while talking to me and then later his wife will use it on herself. It makes the hypochondriac in me squirm. I always remind them to wash it. I try to make it sound sexy by telling them to imagine that they’re washing up their lover’s cock so I don’t come across as lecturing.

Really though it’s better for them to have their own toys. They can get the length and width they want. They can get a toy that vibrates if they like. And it’s better for their anal health. (That sounds funny but it’s true.) I’ve had more than one client who insisted on fucking himself with a random kitchen implement only to end up with a bloody rectum.

Buying their own toys shows acceptance of their kink. In a way it’s like coming out of the kink closet, even if only to themselves. I tell my clients to treat themselves to new panties or a new pair of heels. It feels good to pamper yourself I tell them.

If they continue to borrow their partners clothes or toys I regularly suggest being careful. It’s easy for them to get careless and not put the heels back in the right place. The Fantastic Foot Slut assures me his wife doesn’t notice that some of her lingerie is stretched out. I’m not so sure.

Posted by Vixen as PSO Confessions at 9:40 PM CST

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Sometimes the calls all come in at once. The phone was quiet all day. Tonight Mr. Radical made some delicious chicken soup for dinner. As I took my first bite the phone rang.

Three calls later I’m still quietly eating my soup. I’ve been employing my “mmm” technique while I put a spoonful in my mouth.

Posted by Vixen as PSO Confessions at 9:13 PM CST

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From the Worlds AIDS Day site:
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There’s a lot to explore on their site. Another one covering this event is the World AIDS Campaign site.

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AIDS is not a popular topic for PSO calls. When clients want to talk about safe sex, AIDS is grouped into STDs or the vague phrase “staying safe”.

Most of my clients’ slut adventures only happen in Erectionland. There are no sexual diseases in that paradise. Condoms only come into play for humiliation purposes. In a fantasy I’ll fuck a guy and then pour the full condom into my slave’s mouth forcing him to drink it.

Some of my callers like to pretend their Erectionland adventures are real. One guy, I’ll call him Super Slut, is a perfect example. SS likes to call me up and tell me about his most recent fuck fests. In his tales he’s always the star and everyone he encounters wants to fuck him. I play along, pretending to believe him and pretending to be turned on by his antics.

SS is a huge fan of cum. Much of the call is spent on the cum details-how it looked, how it tasted, where on his body it was squirted. He says he hates condoms because they block access to the gism. But he tries to present a believable fantasy.

Often when he starts a story he’ll assure me that the guy “told me he was clean so it was ok”. Sometimes his imaginary girlfriends go on the prowl and bring him back studs to fuck. “They always make sure that the guys are clean before they bring them back.”

We both know that just because people say they’re clean it doesn’t mean they are. But I play along and he tells me about their cocks which are always long and thick. I find it interesting that in this day of safe sex and STD awareness that he, and many of my clients, create a safe sex/STD free portion of their fantasy.

I have a handful of clients that actually have a lot of one time only/casual sex. When they can escape from their heterosexual, often married with children lives they sneak off to glory holes or arrange a motel meetup on some gay hook up site.

How do I know these men are actually doing it in reality and not Erectionland? Often it’s the details. Erectionland stories are always perfect-every cock is long and thick and the sex is porn quality. Reality rendezvous often have those little nuggets of truth-nervous laughter, awkward first kisses, occasional guilt and failed erections.

These clients overwhelmingly practice unsafe sex. They justify it to me in different ways. They tell me it’s ok because they only had their dick sucked, they spit the cum out instead of swallowing, they got fucked bareback but told the guy to pull out before cumming or they only sucked a cock instead of getting fucked. I’ve heard all sorts of reasoning.

While it’s true that certain sex acts are more risky than others unsafe sex is just that-unsafe. When asked my opinion I always talk about safe sex. But I only do it once. I figure they’re not calling me for a lecture. They’re grown men and it’s their responsibility to take care of their health, not mine.

Nonetheless, I feel like I should say something. I give a little safe sex speech which admittedly dulls the call. Condoms are always mentioned as is getting tested. If I think I can mention the client’s wife without freaking him out I’ll point out that he could pass something on to her. (Often the wife is strictly off limits on calls.) I like to finish with a cute giggle and a “but I’ll know you’ll be safe” comment to lighten back up the mood.

Do they start practicing safe casual sex because of my little talk? I don’t know but I certainly hope I have an effect.

Posted by Vixen as PSO Confessions, Activism at 11:25 PM CST

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The mute button is your best bet for any unwanted bodily noises. However, the mute button doesn’t always work. Maybe you burp before you can flip the switch, maybe you have a full bladder. Here’s some tips that work for me.

Bathroom noises
Clients generally don’t like being put on hold. I advise a PSO to use the bathroom during the call so you don’t break the call flow.

I caution against openly using the toilet for toilet fetish guys. They’ll come to expect it and then you’ll be expected to perform on demand. If you start out faking it you’ll have consistent noises.

Peeing in the sink is much better because there’s no toilet water noise. (I have a composting toilet that is quiet.) Try to pee in “spurts” if you can so you can mute and unmute. This is easier said than done. I just try to get the guy talking so I can mute and pee all at once.

If the guy won’t talk fake a loud orgasm so your bathroom noises are muffled. Save the flush till later, obviously.

Burps
When I was a girl my cousin talk me how to burp on purpose. Because of this I can usually feel a burp coming on and catch it with the mute button. Not always though. I’ve clamped my hand over my mouth to muffle the burp. It’s like my natural hand reaction was faster than my brain telling my hand to hit mute.

Worse case scenario just hold the phone away and burp into your shoulder.

Coughs
If you’re not sick but keep coughing you might be dehydrated. Drink lots of water. Better yet, drink tea with a good spoonful of honey to sooth your throat.

If you’re coughing because you’re sick see my post Reality Check: Getting Sick for working while sick tips.

Farts
Once I was chatting with the Fabulous Foot Slut and heard this odd noise. I ignored it but then heard it again. When I asked FFS he acted like he didn’t know what I was talking about. But his voice sounded embarrassed. I couldn’t figure out why but then later I realized-he had farted and I had unknowingly pointed it out.

Never point out a clients’ embarrassing noises no matter how obvious.

A PSO’s farts are rarely a problem since her ass is so far from the microphone. If they’re super loud sit on a pillow to muffle them.

Hiccups
This one is the worst for a PSO. Hiccups can be hard to get rid of and hard to predict. Sometimes I can catch one coming and hit the mute button in time. Once when I had the hiccups really bad I hung up on the guy and tried to get rid of them before he called back. I just acted like it was a freak disconnect.

The only way I can get rid of hiccups is to slow down my breathing. I do meditative breathing and my hiccups slow down and then fade away. This can be difficult to do on a call where you have to do most of the talking. Try to get the client talking so you can focus on slowing your breath.

Runny Nose
Blowing your nose can take awhile if you’re really stuffed up. If you can get the client talking then you can be muted with no worries. But for the clients that like constant talking (I just talked to one last night) that won’t work. With practice you can learn to “silently” blow your your nose. You can wipe your nose while talking which work surprisingly well.

Sneezes
If you have to sneeze don’t try to hold it in. I’ve tried it and it hurts the nose and throat. If your sneezes sound cute then don’t worry if you can’t hit mute in time. Clients often think it sounds cute and girly. Sometimes my sneezes are cute but more often than not they’re loud. And I’m a multiple sneezer so the mute button gets hit as soon as I feel one coming on.

Yawns
When I’m tired a yawn can sneak up on me. I’m talking and then bam! I’m yawning hard. Fighting back a yawn is not worth it. You’ll only make yourself yawn more. Better to work with them and incorporate them into your calls.

Yawns can turned into orgasm moans. In fact they sound really good. As you start to yawn make an ahhh noise and it sounds like breathy moan.

Over time you can talk through your yawns. I like to use it for dramatic flair. The word OH! sounds great as a yawn word.

You can also ask your client a question and then yawn while he answers.

Reality Check Series:
Reality Check: Getting Sick
Reality Check: Lessons Learned From Clients
Reality Check: Eating Food
Reality Check: Handling Long Calls
Reality Check: Working On Christmas
Reality Check: Asshole Clients
Reality Check: Dealing With Assholes
Reality Check: Superstar Clients

Posted by Vixen as PSO Confessions at 11:40 PM CST

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“I just want you to kidnap me and keep me in your dungeon,” a client will tell me. This tells me that the call will likely be fun because kidnapping calls often are. The key is to mix enough realistic details into the fantasy to make it feel real. Since I have a handful of clients with this fetish I’ll just generalize them with a Kidnapping Client moniker.

To begin the fantasy I like to describe spying on KC for weeks before snatching them away. An imaginary friend who is a private investigator, and naturally a sexy woman, runs a background check on KC and give me a file thick with all his information. I want to know as much about my “victim” as possible.

In a rental car I drive by his home, work and hang out spots. I memorize his routine and know when he’s at his most vulnerable. The actual kidnapping scene usually goes one of two ways. Usually I’ll just grab him off the street. KC will come out of a building, usually his office, and I’ll simply grab him, throwing him into my car effortlessly. I’ll quickly tie him up and gag him before speeding away.

There’s a few guys that like me to kidnap them after a domination session. As soon as he arrives at my place I’ll order him to undress. He’s too turned on to notice that I take his clothes, shoes, wallet and keys to another room. I tie him up and use him according to his particular kink. Then I reveal that I’m not letting him go, that he has to stay with me forever.

Brainwashing and mind control often make their way into kidnapping fantasies. But those are a fetish in their own right so I’ll write more about them in a future Fetish Friday post. Reprogramming KC into thinking he’s my devoted slave is the key to keeping him trapped.

When KC is close to cumming is when I describe his new life as a kept slave. My fantasy dungeon is in a basement, has no windows and is completely soundproofed. Sometimes there’s one room, often there’s several. His entire purpose is to please me. Soon he forgets about his old life. I’ll rename him and give him a new identity.

The clients who have this fetish are almost exclusively married, have children and a stressful job. Often they feel trapped and unhappy in their lives but see no way of escape. That’s where I come in to whisk them away from their misery, if only for a short while. If a client frequently complains about his wife I’ll add her to the storyline. KC’s wife is overjoyed that he’s disappeared. She cashes in a big life insurance policy and soon finds a hot, younger stud to replace him. Often she’s been having an affair with this stud for years and can finally move him in now that KC is out of the way.

Interestingly, the holidays bring me the most kidnapping fantasies. I theorize that the holiday season is the one time my clients are socially forced to spend time with the people they manage to avoid the rest of the year. Everything around them is advertising happy holidays-tv and radio commercials showing cheerful families unwrapping presents around the Christmas tree etc. As a PSO I get to see the truth behind the happy society PR campaign. It’s one of my favorite perks of the work.

Fetish Fridays
Fetish Fridays: Sploshing
Fetish Fridays: Robot Sex
Fetish Fridays: Humiliation
Fetish Fridays: Glory Holes
Fetish Fridays: Shoe Fetish
Fetish Fridays: Achoo!
Fetish Fridays: Tickle Fetish
Fetish Fridays: Doggy Boy
Fetish Fridays: Smoking Fetish
Fetish Fridays: Latex Love
Fetish Fridays: Furries
Fetish Fridays: Exhibitionism
Fetish Fridays: Chastity
Fetish Fridays: Pony Play
Fetish Fridays: Hirsutism
Fetish Fridays: Sploshing Revisited
Fetish Fridays: Interview With A Sissy
Fetish Fridays: Teabagging
Fetish Fridays: Financial Submission

Posted by Vixen as PSO Confessions, Fetish Fridays at 9:12 PM CDT

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Many of my clients have tried to convince me to give them freebies. I’ve gotten pleas, half-jokes and emails all asking for a free sample.

What is it about sex work that encourages this? Is our work valued that much less? Sometimes I’ll try to educate the client. I’ll mention that I’ve never gone to the dentist and asked for a free sample. “I’m not sure your work is going to be that good. Could you give me a free filling and if I like it I’ll come back for a root canal?” That would never work.

If I owned a business and wanted a new office I wouldn’t ask the construction company for a free sample. “I’m not sure if I’ll like the new two story building you’re going to build. Could you build me a new front porch? If I like it you’ll get the contract.” Again, this wouldn’t work.

And yet, clients want sex workers to give it out for free. Some long term clients have asked me to talk “off the record”. The Fabulous Foot Slut once asked if he could stop paying because he was being such a good slut. Sigh.

It’s easier to turn down a freebie request from a new client. There’s no relationship history; there’s no fear of alienating a long term client. Often with long standing clients our roles are pretty established. They’ll often call “in character”. Injecting the reality of why I won’t talk for free can be a buzzkill.

With the FFS I tried to reject his request as gently as I could. I started off with my standard “my time is valuable” spiel. Then I pulled out the cute angle and told him if I was talking “off the record” I’d just want to talk about knitting or how cute my cat was. I threw in a girlish giggle at the end and he said ok. I’m glad he let it drop because he’s one that calls in character. That exchange was awkward and I don’t want to repeat it.

Occasionally clients try to convince me that I owe them a free call. They argue that they’ve made me cum so much that I should repay the favor off the record. I can’t tell them that I was actually folding laundry while faking my mind blowing orgasms because they might never call back. I fall back on my standard “my time is valuable” excuse.

Maybe it’s the sex part of sex work that gives the clients the idea of freebies. Do they secretly feel guilty that they have to pay for pleasure? Are these the same men who wine and dine a woman at a fancy restaurant and then expect a little action afterward? Maybe. I don’t know why clients do this. But I do know that it doesn’t just affect PSOs. I’ve talked to pro-dommes, escorts and models who have their own stories of freebie requests.

I’m not opposed to bartering or trading mind you. Clients often ask about discounts and I give them when I can. I would be more then happy to trade an in person session for something but I haven’t had the opportunity.

A few years ago a new client called. The fantasy part of the call went great for a first call. Afterward we started talking about our hobbies. He liked to ski and mentioned owning a ski condo. I like to ski too and his condo was located at a resort that has good powder. He mentioned wanting an in person session. I offered a trade. Could we swap some sessions for a stay at his condo? In my mind it was a great swap. He’d get a couple free sessions and I’d get a couple free nights at a ski condo.

Unfortunately this client freaked out. “But I don’t know you! What if you stole something?” I didn’t know how to respond. He fell silent too, perhaps realizing what he had just said. Taking a calming breath I tried to explain that I wouldn’t steal anything. I just thought we’d both benefit from the trade.

It was an awkward moment and he rushed off the phone. I never heard from him again and I’m not sure why. Did I break some kind of sex worker rule? Was he too embarrassed that he assumed I’d do something shady while at his place?

While I find phone freebie requests annoying I wouldn’t mind do a trade for an in person. Maybe a mechanic could work on my car and I could spank him later. Wouldn’t that be great? But I haven’t mentioned trading again to a client. I figure if it’s an option I’ll let the guy bring it up.

Posted by Vixen as PSO Confessions at 10:27 PM CDT

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Recently I talked with a new client. The fantasy was going along fine when he asked what I thought about Obama. I’m used to clients interrupting with non sequiturs, though admittedly it took some time to get used to them. (I blogged about PSO work and politics here.)

I gave my opinion. Here’s the gist-I voted for Obama. I like that we have an intelligent, well spoken president now. But I don’t like the bailouts, the continuation of the Afghanistan and Iraq wars and the continuation of many Bush policies. That sounds reasonable right?

Muslim-obsessed Client ignored my comment and asked “You know he’s a Muslim right?” I was speechless. If you don’t like Obama there’s legitimate critiques you could make. Why go with the already debunked campaign smear?

I replied that no Obama isn’t Muslim. Sure he went to a Muslim school for a couple years. But I was peer pressured to go to Christian camp one summer when I was a girl. That doesn’t mean I’m a Christian now. Again, sounds reasonable right? Personally, I’d prefer an atheist president but I kept that opinion to myself.

MC again ignored my comment. He told me this weird story about voting last November. According to MC he wanted to vote for McCain. But there was a Muslim man by the voting booth. The man made eye contact with MC and escorted him into the voting booth. Then in a dramatic voice he says “And he made me vote for Obama.”

I was speechless. What am I supposed to say to that? There’s so many things that didn’t make sense in that story. Then MC asked if I had studied the Koran. I haven’t and said so. MC told me I should start because Obama was going to turn the United States into a Muslim nation.

What the hell? What do you say to that? It was like listening to an Obama’s A Muslim album played on repeat.

I figured I’d turn his question around. “Have you studied the Koran?” I asked. MC said no. Then I asked why not if he was convinced Obama was going to force us all to convert.

MC told me that he was a Christian and he had sworn to God to fight the Muslims in the coming “holy war”.

At this point I was thinking-Wow, I’ve read about people like this but have never really debated with one before.

Then MC went back to his fantasy. Not surprisingly he wanted to talk about big, dark skinned Muslim men raping his girlfriend. She became their sex slave, converted to their religion and wore a burka.

It was a weird call. MC was so confusing. Simple logic and facts defeated so many of his beliefs. And yet they didn’t seem to affect MC. When presented with both logic and facts he ignored them and just stated the same opinion in a slightly different way. I can’t imagine thinking like that.

Posted by Vixen as PSO Confessions at 9:10 PM CDT

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