From Wikipedia:
Urolagnia
“Urolagnia (also urophilia, undinism) is a paraphilia in which sexual excitement is associated with the sight or thought of urine or urination. The term has origins in the Greek Language (from ouron, urine, and lagneia, lust).
Those who enjoy urolagnia may enjoy urinating on another person or persons, or being urinated upon. Some participants may drink the urine; this practice is known as urophagia, though uraphagia refers to the consumption of urine regardless of whether the context is sexual. Urolagnia enthusiasts may participate in urolagnia as part of a domination and submission scene, though not all sexual activity involving urine is so.
These activities are often described with the slang terms golden showers, water sports, or piss play. Urolagnia is sometimes associated with omorashi, though in Western culture, omorashi is typically distinguished from urolagnia, with terms such as bladder desperation or panty wetting.”
I never knew the official term for a golden shower fetish was “Urolagnia”.
I’ve done my share of golden showers during in person sessions. There’s something funny about standing over someone to pee. It’s like I get stage fright and just can’t go. Out in nature I can pee without a moments hesitation. If I’m wearing a skirt and no panties I like to do it standing up to feel buff. But when there’s two eyes staring up at me I have trouble relaxing. To get over this I just I drink a lot of water until I feel bloated. With a very full bladder I get the guy in position and let the floodgates open so to speak. Drinking green tea beforehand is the best way to do it. Years ago a client with a diaper fetish told me it’s a natural diuretic and I’ve used it sometimes during sessions.
Typically I have the guy lie down in a tub so I don’t get piss on the carpet. Usually they like to shower off afterward so this position works well. Most guys like to be pissed on their chest or crotch. Those with a strong fetish like me to aim for their mouth.
In person the fetish is lived out in a matter of minutes. On the phone though it can last awhile. Some piss drinkers are shy about the subject. They’ll want to talk about licking my pussy first. When they emphasize that they love all of my juices I take the hint and introduce golden showers. Then we focus on their real fetish.
All of the Piss Drinkers I’ve talked to have been submissive. For the fantasy I’ll tie PD up and piss all over him, coating his hair, face, chest, cock and balls and even his legs in it. In Erectionland my bladder can hold a lot more urine than in real life. Naturally all of my friends are sexy mistresses who love to come over and help me dominate PD. I’ll describe elaborate mistress parties where PD gets to serve as house toilet.
I’ll place PD under a bondage toilet box. There’s a normal lid on top that his head rests underneath. He’ll lay there for hours waiting for another mistress to come in and release her bladder. To switch it up I’ll release him from the toilet box and have him kneel in the center of the living room. A funnel is put into his mouth and the mistresses take turns pissing into it. This fantasy can easily morph into scat play but that’s a fetish post for another day.
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
Fetish Fridays: Blackmail
Posted by Vixen as PSO Confessions, Fetish Fridays at 10:20 PM CDT
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A regular called me recently. He’s normally a very easy call but this time wiped me out. He always calls very drunk so I’ll call him Drunk Ass Man for this story.
DAM usually wants to talk about my ass. We talk about that while he mumbles and drinks even more. Every once in a while he’ll call in a bad mood. When he’s in that mood DAM turns into a huge asshole.
During our call I’d be describing my ass and he’d say “you’re a crazy bitch”. At first it took me off guard and I asked what. “You’re a crazy bitch,” DAM would say again. I would gently remind him that he wanted to talk about my ass. Sometimes he’d settle down and turn nice again. But then other times he’d snap “you’re so full of shit”.
I tried staying calm. Arguing with him would get me nowhere. To make myself feel better I surfed online. The call went up and down. DAM would be nice for a few minutes then randomly turn into an asshole.
“You know I’ve paid you a lot of money over the years just to talk to you,” DAM said. “Yes, you have,” I told him. “But that’s how it works. You have to pay to talk to me.”
“You’re a crazy motherfucker you know that,” was DAM’s response.
I had had enough. I asked DAM why he kept insulting me. DAM asked me what I was talking about. He told me that he hadn’t insulted me. But he just had not two minutes before!?! I repeated his motherfucker comment and he denied saying it.
We were getting nowhere so I dropped the subject and went back to the ass worship fantasy. DAM kept randomly insulting me. I called him on it once more but he just denied having said anything.
Finally, I just ignored his insults. He’d call me a “stupid, crazy bitch” and I’d just go “ok, DAM” and kept talking about his fantasy. We went on like that until out of nowhere DAM hung up.
What was up with him? Was he more drunk than normal? I have no idea.
Posted by Vixen as PSO Confessions at 9:40 PM CDT
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One of my clients likes to remind me of his age every call. “What do you think about fucking a man old enough to be your father?” he often asks me. In honor of that I’ll call him Old Man for this story.
We’re about twenty five years apart in age. I always downplay the age difference and assure him that I prefer older men. OM’s difficulty with accepting his age makes me wonder about myself. How will I react when I’m his age? Will I accept it and age gracefully or will I try to deny it? I like to think I’ll do the former but who can say?
OM loves to give himself an enema while we talk. He describes the whole process-the type of bag, the temperature of the water, the type of nozzle he’s using. He’ll lube up the nozzle and fuck himself with it before opening the valve. I’ll ooh and ahh while he does this. OM will then ask for permission to release the water. As the bag empties into him OM often whimpers. That’s my cue to become stern.
I order him to take all of the enema. “You’ll be caned for every drop of water left in the bag.” Sure it doesn’t quite make sense but it sounds good. OM takes several breaks to stroke his cock.
During these breaks he reminds me of his age. “How does it feel to give an enema to an old man?” he’ll ask. He wants reassurance throughout the call. I tell him younger men can’t take enemas like he can. He likes me to tell him that younger men aren’t as submissive as him. “Older men are so much better to dominate,” I’ll purr.
Most of the time he’s happy with these comments. Sometimes though he’s moody and tries to argue the point. That’s when I bring in my imaginary, eternally nineteen year old, freshman in college friend. She has a fetish for older men and would love to dominate OM with me.
The bag eventually empties into him. After taking all of the water, OM tries to hold it in as long as possible. In the fantasy he has to lick my pussy and make me cum before I give permission for him to release the enema. I give fake moans and then he’s off to the bathroom.
Most enema callers put me on hold when they go to the bathroom to release the water. Not OM. He likes me to hear him expel it. He’ll even hold the phone down to the bowl so I can hear it better. The first time he did this it made me gag. Thank goodness for mute buttons! Now I’m used to his routine and merely turn down my headset so I can barely hear him.
Why does he like me to hear him shit? I have no idea. I murmur words of encouragement during the process. Usually OM jerks off on the toilet. He likes to time his orgasm with expelling the enema. This is pretty common for the fetish I find.
After cumming he again comments on his age. “Not too bad for an old man huh,” he’ll say. I always assure him that he did well.
Posted by Vixen as PSO Confessions at 11:53 PM CDT
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Last month an old client called me (OC). We used to talk frequently but I hadn’t heard from him in over two years. He has a very distinctive voice and fantasy routine so I remembered him quickly.
The first call after a long hiatus is always interesting. Will we jump right back to the old fantasy? Will he surprise me with something completely new? Will he tell me the reason for his absence or just pretend that it hasn’t been that long?
OC went right back to his old fantasy. He has depression and tells me of his miserable life. I learned long ago to not offer advice or sympathy. He only wants me to agree that it’s miserable and that he’s a loser. This can go on for hours.
Most clients stick to their fantasies even if it’s been awhile since we’ve talked. Sometimes there will be a new twist but the overall theme will stay the same. Sissies are still sissies but perhaps they’ve taken to wearing stockings. Cock sluts will still fantasize about glory holes but perhaps they finally got the courage to buy a dildo. Every once in awhile I’ll have a client return with a completely new fantasy. It’s rare though.
I enjoy it when clients tell me the reason for their absence. They don’t have to of course but I like it when they give a glimpse into their real lives. I never push for an answer because it could ruin the mood of the call.
OC hadn’t called because he had been taking care of his ailing father. With other clients I would have commented how that was sweet of him to have done so. Not with OC. That was only more “proof” of how miserable his life was.
Relationship and work changes are the most common reasons for absence. One regular of mine frequently disappears when he gets a new girlfriend. The relationship goes along well until he reveals his crossdressing and bisexual side. He calls me shortly after the break up. I’ve tried suggesting that he look for someone kinky but he seems to only be attracted to vanilla women.
One of my regulars, Cum Guzzler, has had many ups and downs since the economy tanked. I’d say he had a risky job; when times were good, the money was good. But in the past year, his job has dried up. He changed gears and is now working in a completely different field. He doesn’t like his new job but he’s the breadwinner of the family. He hadn’t called for a few months and wanted to explain.
Sometimes a client will forgot that we’ve talked before if it’s been a really long time since we last did a call. Often I’ll comment that we’ve talked before. Guys usually like to know I remember them. But if it’s been a few years I don’t remind him. The best scenario is when an old client calls me who has forgotten we’ve talked before. I quickly look him up in my notes as we’re settling into the call. If he’s into the same fantasy it’s like I’m a mind reader. I know exactly what he wants and give him a fantastic call.
The worst scenario is when a client remembers me and I don’t remember him. I’ll look at my notes and nothing will click. I follow along and try to give a good call. If I’m lucky something he says will remind me of our past call. If I’m not lucky I’ll remember who he is a day or two later when it’s too late.
Posted by Vixen as PSO Confessions at 11:01 PM CDT
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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, Fetish Fridays 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:
“We’ve developed all sorts of materials (posters & leaflets, badges & balloons…) which feature the theme of HIV: Reality and the international HIV symbol - the red ribbon. You can help shape attitudes and improve public understanding of HIV by ordering our posters and leaflets (or our t-shirts!) and making them available wherever you are. 100% of the profits we make from sales go to our charitable work - we’ve raised nearly £250,000 this way over the past few years. You can find out what’s on offer and place your order here”
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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