Financial slaves have a sort of mythical status. I’ve heard some of the glory stories. Guys get off sending you tons of cash. The more you humiliate them the more money they give. They love paying all your bills and you can even demand a weekly allowance.
Unfortunately the reality is not as glamorous. There’s not many who call. Maybe it’s because the good ones are already snatched up. Or it could be that there aren’t a huge number of wealthy men who are not only kinky but also have this fetish. Then again, I’ve never marketed myself as a financial mistress so maybe that’s why I haven’t talked to many.
I’ve talked to a handful of men that call themselves financial slaves. Most of them “lose” the fetish as soon as they cum. Several like to give me detailed personal information. I have to write it all down-license number, work numbers, bank account numbers, etc.-because they like me to read back the info while they masturbate. After cumming they nervously ask if I’m going to throw out the numbers. I tell them yes because I always do. With a couple I put the phone down so they can hear me ripping up the paper.
These fake financial slaves are easy enough. The key is not to get your hopes up. Part of the financial fantasy is the client likes it to sound as real as possible. I’ve been promised many things-vacations, cruises, rent free apartments, cars, clothes. I haven’t gotten them but that’s not a surprise. I don’t point out the broken promises to the clients, that would break the fantasy. Instead I play along and pretend that the gifts are still coming one day.
One client likes us to shop Victoria’s Secret online during the call. I’ll pick out a bunch of lingerie and put it in his shopping cart. He cums as I pretend to check out and have him billed. Every time he calls back he apologizes for “chickening out” and promises this time we’ll complete the transaction. We never will but I always pretend to believe him.
Money Pig was the exception. He sent me a couple money gifts. During calls he liked me to describe him as a worthless pig; he was into heavy humiliation. He wanted me to drain his bank accounts. He’d jerk off and moan while I listed off the amount of cash I’d take. “Higher, take more,” he’d say. I’d slowly raise the amount until he came.
After cumming he always promised to send me the money I had supposedly taken. He never did and would apologize on the next call. This would lead into the fantasy of me taking even more money from him as punishment and the cycle would start anew.
He’d often ask for an address so he could send a check. I’d give him one not thinking he’d actually send anything. Then one day I received an envelope from MP with a check inside. I deposited it, half expecting it to bounce but it didn’t. I went to the spa and treated myself to a facial. The second check came and I went back to the spa and got a massage. In reality his gifts were much smaller than the ones promised in Erectionland. But it was fun to pamper myself. I would have enjoyed regular free spa visits.
After MP fulfilled his fantasy the allure seemed to fade. He started complaining about his job and bills. He became frustrated by his fantasy telling me he couldn’t send me any more gifts. I tried introducing other fetishes into the conversation but he rejected them all. He only wanted the financial one.
One day MP seemed particularly upset. During his usual fantasy he confessed he was worried about being laid off. He said he was thinking about moving back in with his parents. He ended the call by telling me he’d lost his erection so it was pointless to keep talking. That was the last time I heard from 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
Posted by Vixen as PSO Confessions, Fetish Fridays at 11:27 PM CDT
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This weekend I’ve been busy on the phone. I think it’s partly because of Michael Jackson’s death. When the swine flu was big in the news the same thing happened. My theory is that the news coverage reminds some of my clients of their own mortality. Since they’re going to die too why not live it up and call mistress?
Posted by Vixen as PSO Confessions at 11:16 PM CDT
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I started a call with a new client. Two minutes into the call he said “I don’t like you, I don’t want to do the call now.” Then he hung up.
Ouch. But that happens sometimes.
Posted by Vixen as PSO Confessions at 11:20 PM CDT
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As I’ve written in my Sex Work And Religion series, religion comes up more then I expected when I started PSO work. If a client asks my religion I tell them the truth-I’m Pagan.
Growing up in the Midwest I’ve had my share of religious discrimination. I blogged some about that here. In college I wore a pentacle and got screamed at for it numerous times. Assholes would get inches from my face and bellow that I was a sinner, that I was going to burn in hell. It shook me up and certainly made an impression on me-I founded a Pagan student group and got involved in political activism.
Answering the religion question honestly is one of my little “issues”. It’s like the childfree answer. I just have a knee jerk reaction to it. I’m not going to fake having kids and I’m not going to fake religious beliefs.
But I try to be polite. Even though it’s 2009 there are a lot of misconceptions about Paganism out there. I’ve had clients ask if I worship Satan. When will that rumor ever die out?! I explain that I don’t believe Satan exists so therefore can’t worship him. That seems to do the trick. One time I was even asked if I sacrificed animals. It was hard not to laugh at that one as I assured him I most certainly did not. People actually believe that? Eek. Even if I only dispel such stereotypes to a handful of people it still helps.
Most clients respond positively. “Does that mean you worship nature?” is a common response. I answer yes. “Are you a witch?” others ask. Again I say yes. Witch is one of those tricky terms. It’s a risk to say I am one to clients, lest they jump onto the Hollywood myths that I eat babies or some such nonsense. But I think Pagans should reclaim the word witch, much like lesbians do dyke.
It turns out clients like to incorporate my “witchiness” into their fantasies. “I knew you had cast a spell on me!” they’ll say. That’s a fun fantasy so I’ll play along. It usually starts out with me putting a spell on them to submit to me completely. Then I make them serve me in various ways, incorporating their fetish as part of my training. If they want strap on play that becomes part of the spell. If they want to focus on pussy or ass worship I program their mind to only want those things.
Recently I had a client that annoyed me. I’ll call him Bad Stereotype because he was one. The call started off normal. I controlled him, trained him with strap ons, made him go out and bring back cock for me. Easy enough. Then in the middle of the fantasy he asked me my religion. Non sequitur questions in the middle of a fantasy used to surprise me; I’m used to it now. I gave my standard “I’m Pagan” answer.
BS got all excited. “I knew you were! You can take me to your Satanic rituals!” “My what?!” I asked. I was more taken off guard then upset at this point. He repeated himself and said he could tell I was a witch, that I looked like one. BS then launched into a fantasy where I took him to a Satanic ritual where women’s blood was drunk as a sacrifice. Then everyone declared themselves as Satan’s servants and vowed to do his will. It was some messed up shit.
I made an attempt to disillusion him. I told him I didn’t believe in Satan nor did I drink blood. He didn’t want to believe me. He just kept going back to his fantasy. I was starting getting defensive and feeling offended. But it was becoming obvious he was pretty drunk. He kept forgetting my name and doing the beer burp.
So I gave up on the honesty, grabbed some knitting and just “mmm’d and oooooh’d” for the rest of the call. He came and hung up. BS called me back a few weeks later. During our last call he was more sober. He didn’t ask any religious questions or repeat his fantasy. I was relieved.
Sex Work And Honesty Series
Sex Work And Honesty: Being Childfree
Sex Work And Honesty: Being Too Honest
Sex Work And Honesty: When The Truth Hurts
Sex Work And Honesty: Political Opinions
Sex Work And Honesty: Not Owning A TV
Sex Work And Honesty: The Correct Answer
Sex Work And Honesty: Relationship Status
Posted by Vixen as PSO Confessions at 1:05 PM CDT
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Today I had a call while having my morning coffee. I must not have been fully awake because I spilled coffee all over my leg while talking. One moment I’m sipping it, the next moment I have hot liquid splashing my thigh.
Naturally I gasped in pain because damn it hurt. Mid gasp I managed to close my mouth and turn it into a mmm noise. The client thought I was moaning in pleasure.
I was wide awake after that. We continued the call while I silently changed shorts and cleaned coffee off my chair.
Posted by Vixen as PSO Confessions at 11:24 PM CDT
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Of all the calls I do, one type is the hardest. I’ll describe it in hopes that other sex workers can give me some tips.
The call starts off with the client being vague. I’ll call him Difficult Client (DC). He almost always sounds bored. I’ll ask a range of questions in an attempt to find out what he’s into. For awhile DC will be unresponsive. Eventually he’ll drop a hint.
I’ll jump on the hint and start describing a fantasy. DC will be quiet and the call starts to feel awkward. Out of the blue DC will introduce his girlfriend/wife/mistress character. “That’s not how my mistress does it,” he’ll say. Following his cue I’ll ask about the woman in his life. I call her a character because it’s glaringly obvious that this woman isn’t real.
DC will tell me all about his perfect girlfriend/wife/mistress. She is always stunningly beautiful and fulfills all of his fantasies. I wrote about this scenario in my post Flunking A Call.
Another client likes to tell me about his slut girlfriend. He tells me all about the cocks she fucks and likes to call her a ‘dirty little whore’. I just “oooh” and “ahhh” the whole time. Sometimes he slips up on the details of his girlfriend. I smirk at his slip ups but never mention them.
Occasionally the client will shift focus. His girlfriend or mistress will morph into me. “If you were my Mistress what would you do?” As soon as they ask that the call gets easier. I can relax and we start a fun fantasy. The original mistress isn’t mentioned again and I remain his mistress for the rest of the conversation.
Does he ever mention her again? I’d say it’s 50/50. Sometimes the client calls back and I’m immediately his mistress. But other times they’ll call and start the fake mistress story anew. I’ll again play again until he gives the clue that I’m to start being his mistress.
During these calls I’m mostly in cheerleader mode. I cheer on the client and his fantasy. It seems like they want me to be in awe of their stories. I always pretend the fantasy is real and repeatedly compliment their imaginary woman.
A small handful of clients call me with this scenario. They’ve been calling for years so I must be doing something right. Still, I find these calls difficult. It feels like I can never relax during the call. The more over the top the story is the more awkward it feels.
For example, one of my clients pretends that he walks around his neighborhood with his giant cock out. Women will screech their cars to a halt, jump out and start sucking him while he’s on the phone with me. He’ll fuck them over their car hood while more women pull up and wait their turn. I of course never hear any of these women. But I pretend like they’re all really there.
Again, he’s been a regular for years so I must be doing something right. But I can’t seem to get over my uneasiness. These calls always feel stressful.
So, here’s my question sex workers-How would you handle a client like this?
Got any tips? Email me at radicalvixenatgmaildotcom or just leave a comment. Thanks!
Posted by Vixen as PSO Confessions at 7:58 PM CDT
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Many of my clients ask about my relationship status. The answer is affected by the client. At times I’m single, married, lesbian, bisexual or just slutty. Often they give me my answer when they ask. I’ve broken down my answers into categories:
Single Chick
“So are you single?” really means “Tell me that you’re single”. And I do. These clients typically pretend that we’re going to meet. Of all my calls this category is closest to “normal” phone sex. They describe the fucking scene and I fake several orgasms-they typically like lots of moaning. In between moaning we’ll talk about our meet up and the glorious fucking that will take place. This leads to more fake cumming on my part. The call generally cycles back and forth this way. We never meet in person of course. Interestingly, all our plans are conveniently forgotten by the next call so we can plan anew.
I just talked to this type of client this week. Fake Fiance likes to talk about how we’re going to get married and how I’m going to become his whore. I don’t do many submissive calls because I’m not good at them. FF doesn’t seem to mind my lukewarm performance. He proposes several times during a call and insists that I tell him I love him. After the wedding he whores me out to all his coworkers. He typically calls once every two to three months. We ignore the previous calls and he proposes for the first time again, then we’re off to Erectionland.
Other than wearing out my throat, these calls are typically easy. Clients that want me to be single usually feed me my answers throughout the call. “Tell me about your big titties” or “describe that fat ass” are easy clues for me.
Married, no big deal
These guys are usually great clients. They are the ones most likely to chat about real life. I find the small talk is more enjoyable with them. Conversation flows so much better when there’s not a list of unmentionables to constantly remember.
A few of these clients just what their curiosity sated. They sound relieved when I tell them I’m married. Sometimes they tell me they’d worry about me if I were single. Worry over what? Personal safety, loneliness, difficulty dating, getting an attachment to them are some answers given.
Married to a Dom
Clients into forced bi calls often like to pretend that I’m married to a dominant master. First I slave train them and if they pass various tests I’ll pass them on to “Master Husband”. At this point my role changes to narrator as I describe the Male/male scene.
Married to a Sub/Sissy/Slut
Though these clients may start off differently the conclusion is the same. They want to morph into the husband role. On the surface this category may seem different to the Single Chick one. But really there’s a lot of similarities. Both clients want me to be the perfect girlfriend/wife. Both often fantasize about us meeting and instantly becoming involved. There’s lots of oohing and ahhing on my part as they describe our “perfect” relationship.
Super Slut
This scenario is fun for me. While I support the Ethical Slut lifestyle, I’ve never been a slut myself. My number of sexual partners is pretty low. When clients hint that my lifestyle should be slutty I rack up the casual Erectionland sex. I fuck the cab drivers, the UPS guys, the secretaries-you name it. My slut adventures are very over the top, dramatic and quite entertaining.
I tailor the details to the clients particular tastes. Sometimes I only fuck black cock, sometimes only butch lesbians, sometimes only shemales and my personal favorite-only guys who have cocks in the double digits. The idea that I take a tape measure with me on dates cracks me up. Clients go nuts over it and I’ll often save the “length test” for the climatic finish.
Boyfriend
Some clients want me to have a boyfriend. I think a boyfriend is less threatening to them than a husband. It’s less permanent and gives them the imaginary permission they need to talk to me if they’re initially hesitant. Most times the boyfriend is quickly forgotten as soon as the fantasy starts.
Boyfriend and girlfriend
Having a boyfriend and girlfriend is a great answer to the relationship question. Often I tack on the girlfriend if the client reacts negatively to the boyfriend answer. I think of this answer as a gateway scenario. I can easily swing over into the boyfriend category if a forced bi fantasy comes up. Or I can focus on some hot girl/girl action if the client wants to hear a lesbian fantasy. This category can easily turn into a Super Slut call.
Strictly lesbian
I have an imaginary girlfriend for my clients. She’s based on one of my real life friends. Phone Slut Doxy once wrote about basing your answers on real places and events. Describing a town near your hometown sounds more real and keeps your real identity private. (Her diary is sadly defunct. She was a great writer and influenced me to start my blog.) This is a great tip. I can describe my girlfriend’s appearance and it sounds authentic.
The clients who only want me to date women typically fall into two camps. Either they want to be humiliated for being male or they want me to transform them into a woman so they can be my new girlfriend.
Slaves/Subs Only
This category is for my heavier BDSM calls. In this scenario I am a Super Dom, all kink all the time, 24/7. During these calls I most always happen to be dressed up in Mistress gear. Maybe it’s because I’m kinky in my personal life that makes me like this category so much. While it’s true that kinky people like to date other kinksters, this category is a camped up version of BDSM relationships.
One scenario I’ve created is that I only date submissives that a Mistress friend has extensively trained first. She sends me his slave resume and the two of us put him through various tests. If the slave has what it takes then I’ll start dating/domming him. This fantasy is a fun one and is always popular with this type of client.
Sex Work And Honesty Series
Sex Work And Honesty: Being Childfree
Sex Work And Honesty: Being Too Honest
Sex Work And Honesty: When The Truth Hurts
Sex Work And Honesty: Political Opinions
Sex Work And Honesty: Not Owning A TV
Sex Work And Honesty: The Correct Answer
Posted by Vixen as PSO Confessions at 11:08 PM CDT
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From Capitol Hill Blue:
Enough of this tea bagging obscenity parading as politics!
“Leave it to Republican frat boys to want to teabag someone. These guys have never grown up: they revel in obscene frat boy double entendres thinking that the poor democrat schmuks who were never pledged to a fraternity would not know the joke.
(snip)
teabagging has multiple meanings.
1) a man that squats on top of a womens face and lowers his genitals into her mouth during sex, known as “teabagging”
2) One who slaps another person in the face with their nad sack.
I just teabagged your sister
3) someone who rubs their crouch in someone else’s face, they can have underpants on, but most of the time there are no underpants.”
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Personally, I think some pervert named these protests. And all the closeted kinkster journalists were laughing it up while belittling Americans who were honestly protesting the system before Fox News co-opted the event.
I’ve done my fair share of ball slapping and ball sucking calls. Though the fantasy often fits the definition of teabagging, few of my clients use the term.
Often teabagging fantasies involve humiliation. I use my dildo to slut train their mouth and ass. Many times their ass is called a pussy. Then I “force” them to suck a real cock and real balls before offering up their ass/pussy to their new male master.
Before sucking the cock the submissives worship the balls. The most common position is the submissive on his knees while the man stands in front of them and slowly lowers the balls into his mouth. From time to time a client will use the word “teabagging” during this part of the fantasy though it’s rare.
After licking the balls for awhile the submissives sucks the cock. Sometimes the fantasy ends with him making the man cum and sucking down his cum. Other times he sucks down the cum and continues sucking the cock to get it hard again for the ass/pussy fucking.
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
Posted by Vixen as PSO Confessions, Fetish Fridays at 10:57 PM CDT
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“How are you doing tonight?” “What are you doing right now?” Simple enough questions aren’t they? But when they’re coming from a client the answers gets complicated. To ensure a good call I don’t always give an honest answer.
For the how am I doing question I always say “I’m doing good”. Saying I’m fine sounds too generic. And on the whole I am doing good so it’s truthful. It’s positive and vague enough that a client can move into his fantasy or chit chat easily.
Saying how I really feel breaks the fantasy girl illusion. Guys aren’t calling to hear that I’m tired, grumpy, depressed, distracted or filled with PMS. Though they have different tastes all clients are calling for attention. Putting my “best face forward” puts the focus back on them. After all, it is their call and my role is to entertain them.
If I tell clients I’m reading a book they often apologize for interrupting and sometimes try to cancel the call. Interestingly if I tell them I’m reading a magazine they don’t say that. Maybe they think of it as “lighter” reading and so it can be more easily interrupted? I don’t know.
When I tell them I’m knitting most clients don’t comment and go right into the call. The ones that do comment tend to ask “did you say you were knitting” and I’ll tell them yes. Sometimes they’ll comment that they’re grandmothers knit and then move on.
When I’m in a cranky mood and know my standard “I’m doing good” answer will come off as fake I ignore their question entirely. You’d think that would come across as rude. But it surprisingly works really well. I just talk about them and they don’t notice that I never answered their question. I like to think of it as truth by omission.
Sex Work And Honesty Series
Sex Work And Honesty: Being Childfree
Sex Work And Honesty: Being Too Honest
Sex Work And Honesty: When The Truth Hurts
Sex Work And Honesty: Political Opinions
Sex Work And Honesty: Not Owning A TV
Posted by Vixen as PSO Confessions at 9:27 PM CDT
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In my early days as a PSO I had a very sweet client for a short amount of time. He was submissive; I’ll call him Sweet Slave. SS was very frank about what he was wanted. We never did any sort of fantasy or role play. He wanted to be a live in slave.
When SS asked if I was looking for a live in I told him no and that I was married. That’s not my normal answer because most of the time clients don’t want the truth. I have many guys who say they want to be my live in. This is just a lead in to a fantasy. They hint what they want and I pretend they’ll become my slave, weaving their kink into the fantasy.
But SS was different. Right away I sensed his feet were firmly planted in reality. He sounded very lonely and sincere. We still did calls even though we both acknowledged I wouldn’t be his real life Mistress. Since we both were kinky we talked about the lifestyle instead. He told me about his past history of serving Mistresses. Talking with him felt more like a therapy session than a phone sex call.
One day I had a message from SS. He said he wanted a session and asked me to call him at a certain time. This was perfectly normal so I did just that.
But Sweet Slave didn’t answer. Another man answered and I backpedaled and said I must have the wrong number. The man instantly got testy, asking if I was calling for [Sweet Slave’s real name].
This made me feel panicked. This was during my first year as a PSO and nothing like this had ever happened to me. What to do?
Again I said I had the wrong number. As I was about to hang up the man started snapping at me. He told me he knew who I was and his brother wasn’t allowed to talk to “those kind of people anymore”. He continued to tell me that his brother was “sick” and they were going to get him some help.
SS had told me he was living with family so I believed this man was his brother. I knew better than to pick a fight with him. I did tell say “I don’t think he’s sick.” He snapped back and told me that he was and that I wasn’t to call again.
Did I put the slightest dent into his brother’s condemnation? Who knows. But I had to say something. His judgmental tone was horrible.
Sweet Slave never called me again.
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
Posted by Vixen as PSO Confessions at 11:05 PM CDT
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