My technical difficulty
seems to be resolved and I am very thankful.
The past week has tanked my call time average and I’m going to have to
scramble to repair the damage to my budget. The low point of my evening has been arguing
with the Psycho-Canadian. He’s still
hearing voices that aren’t there and trying to convince me he’s a meth smoking
retired attorney. Of course, all of his
friends love him. I’m just a sick bitch that
enjoys torturing people and will die in the gutter. Yeah, we tend to jump from topic to topic. I really enjoy listening to him sputter and
scream in fury when I tell him he’s full of shit. It beats listening to him call me a stupid
cunt and threaten to hire someone to kick my ass. Oh yes, he knows where I work. He’s so completely wrong, it’s laughable but,
there you go.
Wednesday, March 7, 2012
Tuesday, March 6, 2012
Sounding
The Acolyte has a new fascination; sounding, otherwise known as 'cock-stuffing'. This activity involves inserting long steel rods into a man's urethra. The rods should be made of surgical steel and machined to have a very smooth surface. The subject started to get a great deal of internet chatter about 3 years ago but, the practice is quite a bit older than that. I have actually seen an insertion demonstration several years ago at an S&M party. The amount of care necessary to protect the submissive from injury or infection is intense. For people who chose to practice sounding in real life, training from a skilled practitioner is an absolute must.
To use in phone sex, all I need to do is a little research. Remember, I have only seen it done once and my date was not good at keeping his mouth shut. He paid for that later, trust me. I do remember speaking with the submissive and him telling me what an intense experience it was, physical pleasure, humiliation at being displayed in front of so many people, and a healthy dose of fear. I doubt I will ever be able to use that submissives's story as a fantasy. The Acolyte is the only caller who has expressed an interest and it is far too hard core for the others.
My technical issues have gotten better but, are not resolved. To top off the day, the callers are being dickheads. I can see the finish line and I bloody well can't wait.
To use in phone sex, all I need to do is a little research. Remember, I have only seen it done once and my date was not good at keeping his mouth shut. He paid for that later, trust me. I do remember speaking with the submissive and him telling me what an intense experience it was, physical pleasure, humiliation at being displayed in front of so many people, and a healthy dose of fear. I doubt I will ever be able to use that submissives's story as a fantasy. The Acolyte is the only caller who has expressed an interest and it is far too hard core for the others.
My technical issues have gotten better but, are not resolved. To top off the day, the callers are being dickheads. I can see the finish line and I bloody well can't wait.
Canadian Republicans?
I just got hung up on by a drunken Canadian who tried to tell me that Barack Obama is a horrible president because of his health care reform law. The weird thing is; he sounded like Rush Limbaugh. Do I believe that a conservative talk radio show host would a impersonate a Canadian to try to convert PSOs to the Republican party? Actually, yes I do. A number of men who want to argue politics are conservative, middle class white males who are utterly baffled that I cannot agree with their point of view. They most certainly will not listen to mine. They become enraged if I try to talk about it. Some of them will stay on the line, sure they can change my mind. They will even call back. Some of them will agree to drop the subject. Some of them will call me foul names and hang up. What they cannot do is convince me that the Republican party has my best interest at heart, Because they most certainly do not.
What To Wear
I have mentioned before that men seem to have very specific ideas of what they find sexy as far as women's clothing and it has nothing to do with what the fashion industry is constantly pumping out. No caller I have ever spoken to has ever mentioned a designer by name, even the ones who call to play dress up. Many of them speak disparagingly of current styles for women as being too sloppy or too boyish. The multiple layer thing really confuses them. To quote one caller, "I don't want to peel off a woman's shirt and discover that she's wearing 2 more underneath. What the hell is that?" I nearly died laughing.
Red and black are the only colors men seem to notice enough to mention. They are certainly the colors they associate with sex. Pink is sometimes mentioned by young men, callers in their early 20's. The only callers who mention anything else are calling in on the transsexual line and they are talking about the clothes they are wearing, not what I am wearing. There is 1 caller, just one, who makes it clear that he wants to imagine that I am wearing some shade of purple. He also hates any mention of casual clothing, no t-shirts for this caller. He wants details about lingerie and if I forget and talk about wearing anything else, he demands that I go 'change'. In fact, I have made allowing him into my closet and choosing something for me to wear part of his fantasy.
Sorry, ladies, the only type of shoes men like are heels. This absolutely sucks for those of us who are into casual footwear. I'm not giving up my comfy shoes, I'm just not going to expect a man to like them. The only type of heels they like enough to mention are stilettos. In fact, several men I have talked to seem to dislike 'clunky' heels. It doesn't come up often but, it has come up. So does the overly decorated footwear concept. One guy told me that he judges whether or not he wants to talk to a woman by her footwear. If it is too 'frilly' or 'fussy', he wants nothing to do with her. It took me a minute to figure out he meant over-decorated. Ankle straps, clear heels, and Maryjanes, are considered fetish wear, though callers do like them sometimes. One caller told me that 'normal' women do not wear shoes like that. Boots seem to fall in this category, too. In other words, my fondness for wearing comfortable Maryjanes means I'm a freak to a lot of men.
Oh my God, men and their goddamned measurements! If I had a nickle for every time some
fucking IDIOT asked me to rattle off a string of goddamned numbers he doesn't fucking understand... If I could get my hands on the crack-brained moron who came up with this concept...And most porn magazines still use this format to describe a woman in those little biographies. Trust me, those 'biographies' are written by some bored out of their mind staff writer who probably has a file full of them and recycles them as needed. They are not written by the woman in the picture. Most women have no idea what their waist and hips measure unless a.) they have an eating disorder and are seriously neurotic about what size they are or b.) they had to be fitted for a formal gown recently. A woman call tell anyone her bra size. The trouble is, I have never spoken to a caller who understand what a bra size is. They have no idea, I mean none, that the letters stand for the size of a woman's breasts and the number is the circumference of her rib cage directly underneath her breasts. Let me give you an example. I wear a size 36E. That means that I have very large breasts and a very narrow rib cage. Most callers interpret that number as meaning that I have very small breasts. Most of them get pissed when I try to explain how a bra is sized, too. God forbid, a man gets corrected by a PSO. As an experiment, I once spent a day describing myself as a 48-triple-A, which would mean I am a woman with a huge rib cage and breasts so small they would be inverted. To be clear, there is no such thing as a triple A cup size. The smallest size cup is an A. Only one caller caught on to what I was doing, a bodybuilder who had a 48 inch chest and wondered how the 2 of us could wear the same size shirt. He still thought it meant I had very large tits. Oh well....
Men also don't seem to notice accessories or make-up, at least on a conscious level. Callers talk about whether or not a woman is 'put together' but, they don't seem to care how she got to that point. And I wouldn't spend a great deal of time sweating about the perfect eyeshadow, either. The only time I have ever had a caller mention a woman's eye color is if I have asked him "What color are her eyes?" Men just don't seem to consider a woman's eye color important at all. It is not a deciding factor in whether or not she is sexy. It simply doesn't matter what the color is as long as she is giving him a 'sexy' look.
It should not be a surprise that lingerie is a very important in phone sex. I can give exhaustive descriptions of panties, bras, negligees, etc and the one thing I can tell you is that men do not like 'casual' when it comes to lingerie. Sports bras are out, and, unless the caller has a fetish for it, so are plain, cotton underwear. Most men know what a corset is. They also know a great deal about what various styles of underwear are called. They, at least, know what a thong is. Underwear fetishes are one of the most common fantasies I deal with and they can get strange. I add my own fetish to the mix with thigh high stockings. Years ago, I worked in an office with a very strict dress code. It was summer with ungodly humidity and my pantyhose made me itch like crazy. A co-worker marched me into Victoria's Secret and introduced me to the concept of silk, thigh high stockings. They were (and still are) heavenly. They are tougher than they look and feel wonderful against the skin, they also breathe in a way that synthetic fibers don't. There were 2 drawback, one was the price (it is triple what it was) and the second was the maintenance. Human sweat makes silk rot so I had to strip off my stockings and wash them as soon as I got home. My co-worker carried a spare pair in case she wanted to go out after work. They were still totally worth every penny. Men loved those goddamned things. I worked in what was known as the 'financial district' of a medium sized city and I got asked out or more dates than any other time in my life. Unfortunately, at the time, I was far too shy to really take advantage of the situation but, I did work up the courage to ask one of my admirers how he could tell I was wearing stockings and not pantyhose? He told me that the seams were a dead giveaway (I have never found a pair of pantyhose with good, fake seams) and it didn't matter if there were seams or not, he could just tell. If I were seriously into 'man-hunting' I would start building up my collection of silk stockings.
Victoria's Secret is another pain in the ass subject. I shopped there for one particular item (they no longer carry silk stockings) years ago and have not bothered to shop there since. Victoria seems to think that all women are rail thin amazons who want to look like they have bigger tits without the surgery. They have nothing I would wear for short women who look like women, let alone one who has naturally bigger tits. Thanks to some truly brilliant marketing, however, they are the first and only name men think of when it comes to lingerie. I have been dragged into various Victoria Secret stores across the nation, usually by friends trying to return gifts that don't even come close to fitting or redeem gift cards. I poke around, checking to see if they carry anything in my size and discover that they don't. The sexy, lacy, stuff in beautiful jewel bright colors that would make a man's jaw drop is still reserved for those too skinny girls in desperate need of emergency cheeseburger therapy. Victoria is still convinced that girls my size want to wear sensible cotton in eye searing prints. Well, fuck you, Victoria. I'll trot my round ass over the adult fetish store and get something you have never dreamed of. A piece of advice for men, ask the woman in your life where she buys the lingerie you love so much before you try to get her a gift. Better yet, go with her. Trust me when I tell you any embarrassment you might feel will fade away when you realize that she is choosing those things to wear to turn you on. I often use that fantasy for callers; taking me lingerie shopping (at Victoria's Secret, if the caller chooses the location) and then fucking in the changing room.
Think of it as an act of imaginary desecration.
Red and black are the only colors men seem to notice enough to mention. They are certainly the colors they associate with sex. Pink is sometimes mentioned by young men, callers in their early 20's. The only callers who mention anything else are calling in on the transsexual line and they are talking about the clothes they are wearing, not what I am wearing. There is 1 caller, just one, who makes it clear that he wants to imagine that I am wearing some shade of purple. He also hates any mention of casual clothing, no t-shirts for this caller. He wants details about lingerie and if I forget and talk about wearing anything else, he demands that I go 'change'. In fact, I have made allowing him into my closet and choosing something for me to wear part of his fantasy.
Sorry, ladies, the only type of shoes men like are heels. This absolutely sucks for those of us who are into casual footwear. I'm not giving up my comfy shoes, I'm just not going to expect a man to like them. The only type of heels they like enough to mention are stilettos. In fact, several men I have talked to seem to dislike 'clunky' heels. It doesn't come up often but, it has come up. So does the overly decorated footwear concept. One guy told me that he judges whether or not he wants to talk to a woman by her footwear. If it is too 'frilly' or 'fussy', he wants nothing to do with her. It took me a minute to figure out he meant over-decorated. Ankle straps, clear heels, and Maryjanes, are considered fetish wear, though callers do like them sometimes. One caller told me that 'normal' women do not wear shoes like that. Boots seem to fall in this category, too. In other words, my fondness for wearing comfortable Maryjanes means I'm a freak to a lot of men.
Oh my God, men and their goddamned measurements! If I had a nickle for every time some
fucking IDIOT asked me to rattle off a string of goddamned numbers he doesn't fucking understand... If I could get my hands on the crack-brained moron who came up with this concept...And most porn magazines still use this format to describe a woman in those little biographies. Trust me, those 'biographies' are written by some bored out of their mind staff writer who probably has a file full of them and recycles them as needed. They are not written by the woman in the picture. Most women have no idea what their waist and hips measure unless a.) they have an eating disorder and are seriously neurotic about what size they are or b.) they had to be fitted for a formal gown recently. A woman call tell anyone her bra size. The trouble is, I have never spoken to a caller who understand what a bra size is. They have no idea, I mean none, that the letters stand for the size of a woman's breasts and the number is the circumference of her rib cage directly underneath her breasts. Let me give you an example. I wear a size 36E. That means that I have very large breasts and a very narrow rib cage. Most callers interpret that number as meaning that I have very small breasts. Most of them get pissed when I try to explain how a bra is sized, too. God forbid, a man gets corrected by a PSO. As an experiment, I once spent a day describing myself as a 48-triple-A, which would mean I am a woman with a huge rib cage and breasts so small they would be inverted. To be clear, there is no such thing as a triple A cup size. The smallest size cup is an A. Only one caller caught on to what I was doing, a bodybuilder who had a 48 inch chest and wondered how the 2 of us could wear the same size shirt. He still thought it meant I had very large tits. Oh well....
Men also don't seem to notice accessories or make-up, at least on a conscious level. Callers talk about whether or not a woman is 'put together' but, they don't seem to care how she got to that point. And I wouldn't spend a great deal of time sweating about the perfect eyeshadow, either. The only time I have ever had a caller mention a woman's eye color is if I have asked him "What color are her eyes?" Men just don't seem to consider a woman's eye color important at all. It is not a deciding factor in whether or not she is sexy. It simply doesn't matter what the color is as long as she is giving him a 'sexy' look.
It should not be a surprise that lingerie is a very important in phone sex. I can give exhaustive descriptions of panties, bras, negligees, etc and the one thing I can tell you is that men do not like 'casual' when it comes to lingerie. Sports bras are out, and, unless the caller has a fetish for it, so are plain, cotton underwear. Most men know what a corset is. They also know a great deal about what various styles of underwear are called. They, at least, know what a thong is. Underwear fetishes are one of the most common fantasies I deal with and they can get strange. I add my own fetish to the mix with thigh high stockings. Years ago, I worked in an office with a very strict dress code. It was summer with ungodly humidity and my pantyhose made me itch like crazy. A co-worker marched me into Victoria's Secret and introduced me to the concept of silk, thigh high stockings. They were (and still are) heavenly. They are tougher than they look and feel wonderful against the skin, they also breathe in a way that synthetic fibers don't. There were 2 drawback, one was the price (it is triple what it was) and the second was the maintenance. Human sweat makes silk rot so I had to strip off my stockings and wash them as soon as I got home. My co-worker carried a spare pair in case she wanted to go out after work. They were still totally worth every penny. Men loved those goddamned things. I worked in what was known as the 'financial district' of a medium sized city and I got asked out or more dates than any other time in my life. Unfortunately, at the time, I was far too shy to really take advantage of the situation but, I did work up the courage to ask one of my admirers how he could tell I was wearing stockings and not pantyhose? He told me that the seams were a dead giveaway (I have never found a pair of pantyhose with good, fake seams) and it didn't matter if there were seams or not, he could just tell. If I were seriously into 'man-hunting' I would start building up my collection of silk stockings.
Victoria's Secret is another pain in the ass subject. I shopped there for one particular item (they no longer carry silk stockings) years ago and have not bothered to shop there since. Victoria seems to think that all women are rail thin amazons who want to look like they have bigger tits without the surgery. They have nothing I would wear for short women who look like women, let alone one who has naturally bigger tits. Thanks to some truly brilliant marketing, however, they are the first and only name men think of when it comes to lingerie. I have been dragged into various Victoria Secret stores across the nation, usually by friends trying to return gifts that don't even come close to fitting or redeem gift cards. I poke around, checking to see if they carry anything in my size and discover that they don't. The sexy, lacy, stuff in beautiful jewel bright colors that would make a man's jaw drop is still reserved for those too skinny girls in desperate need of emergency cheeseburger therapy. Victoria is still convinced that girls my size want to wear sensible cotton in eye searing prints. Well, fuck you, Victoria. I'll trot my round ass over the adult fetish store and get something you have never dreamed of. A piece of advice for men, ask the woman in your life where she buys the lingerie you love so much before you try to get her a gift. Better yet, go with her. Trust me when I tell you any embarrassment you might feel will fade away when you realize that she is choosing those things to wear to turn you on. I often use that fantasy for callers; taking me lingerie shopping (at Victoria's Secret, if the caller chooses the location) and then fucking in the changing room.
Think of it as an act of imaginary desecration.
Saturday, March 3, 2012
Cursed?
I am experiencing technical difficulties right now. My natural inclination to be superstitious is making me bounce of the walls. I'm keeping my fingers crossed.
Friday, March 2, 2012
Double Tap Rape Fantasy
I have stated before that I am not my PSO persona, Julia. She is, however, the most like me of all of the characters I have created. I consider her a more idealized version of my humble self; stream-lined down to a confident, sexy woman with no emotional baggage. Trust me, Julia has been a lucky woman and she is unfamiliar with the concepts of regret or shame. She feels neither. When I am portraying Julia, I have to reflect this attitude in my voice and manner of speaking. I don't tell a caller I am a confident, sexy woman, I let him hear it in my voice while I'm describing myself as Julia. The details often vary from call to call but the essence is the same. Trust me when I tell you that this is very important.
It might surprise you to know that many callers ask Julia what her day job is. This is not unusual. Most callers don't want to think that the PSO they are speaking to is talking to them just for money. They prefer to think that the woman has a day job and is so sexually charged that she uses phone sex to get her freak on. For a few, the idea that if they impress the PSO enough with their sexual prowess she will consent to meet them (and presumably fuck them) is part of their fantasy. There is a caller I'll call the Travel Agent who truly believes that phone sex is a clearinghouse for nymphomaniacs dying to get fucked by anyone. His call starts out simply enough but, quickly moves to asking the PSO is a flight attendant. If a PSO says yes, thinking that this is his fantasy girl, he demands that the PSO arrange a free flight for him to where-ever she is so he he can fuck her. He sounds as if he thinks that this is perfectly reasonable and, of course, the PSO will do it because she needs to get fucked and cannot control herself. If she says 'no' or states that she would want to get to know him first before making up her mind, he hangs up. The Travel Agent is so annoying that once, one of the supervisors jumped into my call with him before I figured out who he was, and politely threatened to throw him off the line if he didn't cut it out. The Travel Agent stammered out an apology and hung up. It surprised the hell out of me and I asked what was going on. The supervisor explained that the Travel Agent had been calling for hours, trashing everyone's call time average and he was sick of the little asshole. It takes about 2 minutes for the Travel Agent to get to the point of all of his questions, get annoyed when the PSO doesn't play along and hang up thus lowering a PSO's call time average into the dead zone. Unfortunately, the Travel Agent is back with a new version of his game. Instead of looking for a girl who will fly him to her, he demands that the PSO immediately promise to make plans for the weekend to travel to him. I should have just played along and asked him for help making those arrangements; nearest airport, car rental, hotel names, etc, but, the habit of not asking a caller too many personal questions is strongly ingrained. More on that some other time.
Julia is an office manager for a small firm that handles the sale and rental of heavy equipment. Why that? First of all, it is work I have done many years ago so I am familiar with what the job would entail. It is extremely important that the PSO choose a profession that she is familiar with and can describe with some believable detail. If she strays too far into unfamiliar territory, sure enough, she will run into a caller who does work in that field and will call her out on her bullshit. College student is a good fall-back position, I have never had a caller ask for details about going to college. Second, it places Julia in a office setting and allows her to habitually dress the part. The style is called either 'Business Sexy' or 'Professional Sexy' and most callers freaking love it. Here is an example of how Julia describes herself to a caller:
"Let me start at the ground and work my way up. I wear heels, stilettos, because I like being taller and they make my legs look so sexy. I wear thigh-high stockings every day, the sheer kind with the seams running up the back of my legs. I love wearing stockings because I know men look at those little seams and imagine following that line with their hands or their tongues...I wear well tailored skirts that are maybe a little too tight and a little too short but, I can get away with it because they make my ass look fantastic. I wear tailored blouses, nothing frilly, just soft and feminine, that might show a bit of cleavage. I just love it when the men in the office find an excuse to stand over me so they can glance down, I know exactly where they're looking...My hair is long but, I wear it up at the office with tasteful, little, stud earrings. Its kind of a joke at the office that the boys can always tell when it's quitting time because the first thing I do is take my hair down..."
Last night, I got a caller from Ohio, I dismissed as a Lazy Fucker right from the beginning. He just would not give me a clue about the direction he wanted to go in. He kept stating that he had done
"just about everything," and wanted to do whatever I was into. Well, this is bullshit, ran through my mind while I kept trying to get a straight answer out of him. Callers like this are lying, simple as that. They are not into 'everything'. No one is into 'everything'. Sex is the one thing where everyone has very specific tastes and no one likes to play in an area they have no interest in. I know from experience that if I start with what I like, a Domination fantasy, he will most likely misunderstand and assume I want to be a submissive or just hang up. Instead of continuing to dodge questions, he changed tactics and started asking about my life (meaning Julia's). The idea that I worked in an office seemed to excite him and he suggested that we start role-playing that he was a man who had walked into the office while I was getting ready to lock up for the evening.
Well... I wanted direction. I don't bother to tell him that the company I described would not be open to the public, I try to give him clues by asking if he is a client just stopping by or a new employee I haven't met yet. He ignores both questions. At this point, I am still expecting something fairly vanilla as far as a sexual fantasy goes until he describes waiting for my back to be turned toward him and coming up behind me. Ah-hah, now I get it. The caller really doesn't care about the details, he just wanted to get the ball rolling so he could get into his fantasy without my knowledge or consent. This utter unbelievable bullshit is a rape fantasy. In fact, it's a double-tap rape fantasy, not only does he get to role play this fantasy of assaulting a woman alone in her office, he gets a vicarious thrill by trying to surprise me with his fantasy and forcing me to play along without warning me first. Jackass.
Aside from the fact that his fantasy of walking into an office late at night and sexually assaulting the woman who is working there alone does not fit the details of the fantasy I have created. It doesn't make sense. If I were working alone, late at night, and someone I did not personally know failed to identify himself as belonging there, I sure as hell would not turn my back on him. I wouldn't take my eyes off him and my hand would be on the phone. I absolutely hate it when a fantasy just doesn't make sense to me. Also, playing along with some screaming and crying are out. I already have a headache and I don't feel like making it worse for this scumbag. Over the phone, the only way he can 'force' me to do anything is to get me to play along. He's assuming that I want his call bad enough to not derail his fantasy, even if I don't like it.
Have you been watching the clock, asshole? Because I have...Okay, I freely admit that a more professional PSO would just go along for the ride, just take the long call no matter how she feels about callers who pull this shit. This asshole is a talker, he probably doesn't want anything from me except for some begging and pleading. I should just play along, either by being submissive or role-playing fighting back. Fighting back is likely part of his fantasy and I am just too goddamned stubborn to give him an extra thrill. He's broken one of my rules, we are out of the dead zone and I want him gone.
He starts describing clamping his hand over my mouth and pinning my arms. I've already decided that I'm not going to role play fighting back. I'm also not going to say 'no' and try to take control of the call. There is a very good chance that he is expecting this reaction, too. It might give him a thrill to just talk over me, continuing his rape fantasy and 'forcing' me to participate. The only way this works if is he doesn't allow himself to get thrown by anything I say. The perfect moment appears when he pauses for breath and I interrupt by saying quietly, "May I ask you one thing?" (a pause) "Why didn't you just tell me this is what you wanted from the beginning?"
His response is a moment of dead silence before he quietly disconnects the call.
It might surprise you to know that many callers ask Julia what her day job is. This is not unusual. Most callers don't want to think that the PSO they are speaking to is talking to them just for money. They prefer to think that the woman has a day job and is so sexually charged that she uses phone sex to get her freak on. For a few, the idea that if they impress the PSO enough with their sexual prowess she will consent to meet them (and presumably fuck them) is part of their fantasy. There is a caller I'll call the Travel Agent who truly believes that phone sex is a clearinghouse for nymphomaniacs dying to get fucked by anyone. His call starts out simply enough but, quickly moves to asking the PSO is a flight attendant. If a PSO says yes, thinking that this is his fantasy girl, he demands that the PSO arrange a free flight for him to where-ever she is so he he can fuck her. He sounds as if he thinks that this is perfectly reasonable and, of course, the PSO will do it because she needs to get fucked and cannot control herself. If she says 'no' or states that she would want to get to know him first before making up her mind, he hangs up. The Travel Agent is so annoying that once, one of the supervisors jumped into my call with him before I figured out who he was, and politely threatened to throw him off the line if he didn't cut it out. The Travel Agent stammered out an apology and hung up. It surprised the hell out of me and I asked what was going on. The supervisor explained that the Travel Agent had been calling for hours, trashing everyone's call time average and he was sick of the little asshole. It takes about 2 minutes for the Travel Agent to get to the point of all of his questions, get annoyed when the PSO doesn't play along and hang up thus lowering a PSO's call time average into the dead zone. Unfortunately, the Travel Agent is back with a new version of his game. Instead of looking for a girl who will fly him to her, he demands that the PSO immediately promise to make plans for the weekend to travel to him. I should have just played along and asked him for help making those arrangements; nearest airport, car rental, hotel names, etc, but, the habit of not asking a caller too many personal questions is strongly ingrained. More on that some other time.
Julia is an office manager for a small firm that handles the sale and rental of heavy equipment. Why that? First of all, it is work I have done many years ago so I am familiar with what the job would entail. It is extremely important that the PSO choose a profession that she is familiar with and can describe with some believable detail. If she strays too far into unfamiliar territory, sure enough, she will run into a caller who does work in that field and will call her out on her bullshit. College student is a good fall-back position, I have never had a caller ask for details about going to college. Second, it places Julia in a office setting and allows her to habitually dress the part. The style is called either 'Business Sexy' or 'Professional Sexy' and most callers freaking love it. Here is an example of how Julia describes herself to a caller:
"Let me start at the ground and work my way up. I wear heels, stilettos, because I like being taller and they make my legs look so sexy. I wear thigh-high stockings every day, the sheer kind with the seams running up the back of my legs. I love wearing stockings because I know men look at those little seams and imagine following that line with their hands or their tongues...I wear well tailored skirts that are maybe a little too tight and a little too short but, I can get away with it because they make my ass look fantastic. I wear tailored blouses, nothing frilly, just soft and feminine, that might show a bit of cleavage. I just love it when the men in the office find an excuse to stand over me so they can glance down, I know exactly where they're looking...My hair is long but, I wear it up at the office with tasteful, little, stud earrings. Its kind of a joke at the office that the boys can always tell when it's quitting time because the first thing I do is take my hair down..."
Last night, I got a caller from Ohio, I dismissed as a Lazy Fucker right from the beginning. He just would not give me a clue about the direction he wanted to go in. He kept stating that he had done
"just about everything," and wanted to do whatever I was into. Well, this is bullshit, ran through my mind while I kept trying to get a straight answer out of him. Callers like this are lying, simple as that. They are not into 'everything'. No one is into 'everything'. Sex is the one thing where everyone has very specific tastes and no one likes to play in an area they have no interest in. I know from experience that if I start with what I like, a Domination fantasy, he will most likely misunderstand and assume I want to be a submissive or just hang up. Instead of continuing to dodge questions, he changed tactics and started asking about my life (meaning Julia's). The idea that I worked in an office seemed to excite him and he suggested that we start role-playing that he was a man who had walked into the office while I was getting ready to lock up for the evening.
Well... I wanted direction. I don't bother to tell him that the company I described would not be open to the public, I try to give him clues by asking if he is a client just stopping by or a new employee I haven't met yet. He ignores both questions. At this point, I am still expecting something fairly vanilla as far as a sexual fantasy goes until he describes waiting for my back to be turned toward him and coming up behind me. Ah-hah, now I get it. The caller really doesn't care about the details, he just wanted to get the ball rolling so he could get into his fantasy without my knowledge or consent. This utter unbelievable bullshit is a rape fantasy. In fact, it's a double-tap rape fantasy, not only does he get to role play this fantasy of assaulting a woman alone in her office, he gets a vicarious thrill by trying to surprise me with his fantasy and forcing me to play along without warning me first. Jackass.
Aside from the fact that his fantasy of walking into an office late at night and sexually assaulting the woman who is working there alone does not fit the details of the fantasy I have created. It doesn't make sense. If I were working alone, late at night, and someone I did not personally know failed to identify himself as belonging there, I sure as hell would not turn my back on him. I wouldn't take my eyes off him and my hand would be on the phone. I absolutely hate it when a fantasy just doesn't make sense to me. Also, playing along with some screaming and crying are out. I already have a headache and I don't feel like making it worse for this scumbag. Over the phone, the only way he can 'force' me to do anything is to get me to play along. He's assuming that I want his call bad enough to not derail his fantasy, even if I don't like it.
Have you been watching the clock, asshole? Because I have...Okay, I freely admit that a more professional PSO would just go along for the ride, just take the long call no matter how she feels about callers who pull this shit. This asshole is a talker, he probably doesn't want anything from me except for some begging and pleading. I should just play along, either by being submissive or role-playing fighting back. Fighting back is likely part of his fantasy and I am just too goddamned stubborn to give him an extra thrill. He's broken one of my rules, we are out of the dead zone and I want him gone.
He starts describing clamping his hand over my mouth and pinning my arms. I've already decided that I'm not going to role play fighting back. I'm also not going to say 'no' and try to take control of the call. There is a very good chance that he is expecting this reaction, too. It might give him a thrill to just talk over me, continuing his rape fantasy and 'forcing' me to participate. The only way this works if is he doesn't allow himself to get thrown by anything I say. The perfect moment appears when he pauses for breath and I interrupt by saying quietly, "May I ask you one thing?" (a pause) "Why didn't you just tell me this is what you wanted from the beginning?"
His response is a moment of dead silence before he quietly disconnects the call.
Thursday, March 1, 2012
Shy My Ass
The hosting company staff refers to Silent Callers as 'shy'. This is utter bullshit. In my experience, callers use silence as a way to audition PSOs. By not speaking, they get a chance to listen to a PSO's voice to decide if they like it. They also get a chance to find out how much effort a PSO will put into getting their attention. If the caller doesn't like what he hears, he hangs up. If they like what they hear, they start talking. Mr Gross-and-Boring uses this technique, so does the Psycho-Canadian. In fact, 'shy' callers tend to be the worst. They have the most exacting fantasies or they like to piss me off. Or both.
The exception is the Sleeper. These callers are rare but, what they like to do is pretend to sleep and have a PSO listen to them fake sleeping. I am not kidding. There are men out there who pay to have a complete stranger listen to them fake being asleep. The first time I experienced this was shortly after I started. There had been a Silent Caller tearing up the lines, hanging up on me over and over again. I was ready to tear out my hair. In case you are wondering, I was able to identify this caller by the back round noise. So I used my general philosophy of 'when in doubt, confront the annoying behavior head on,' and just said"Well, if you're not going to talk to me, I'll just listen to you do nothing." I assumed that he would jerk off and hang up. Instead, he started faking a really loud snore. I couldn't believe what I was hearing. It was well done but, still very obviously what he thought a sleeper should sound like (think Saturday morning cartoons) instead of what a person sleeping actually sounds like that I nearly started laughing. I kept my mouth shut and listened to him fake snoring at me for over half an hour before he timed out. And he called back. The funniest thing about this utterly bizarre caller is that is was very apparent that he was listening to every move I made. If he heard the slightest amount of back round noise from my end, he would start to 'wake up'. As soon as I stopped doing whatever it was that was making the noise, he would settle down and start to 'snore' again. I finally laid back and just listened.
Hell, I nearly fell asleep myself.
The exception is the Sleeper. These callers are rare but, what they like to do is pretend to sleep and have a PSO listen to them fake sleeping. I am not kidding. There are men out there who pay to have a complete stranger listen to them fake being asleep. The first time I experienced this was shortly after I started. There had been a Silent Caller tearing up the lines, hanging up on me over and over again. I was ready to tear out my hair. In case you are wondering, I was able to identify this caller by the back round noise. So I used my general philosophy of 'when in doubt, confront the annoying behavior head on,' and just said"Well, if you're not going to talk to me, I'll just listen to you do nothing." I assumed that he would jerk off and hang up. Instead, he started faking a really loud snore. I couldn't believe what I was hearing. It was well done but, still very obviously what he thought a sleeper should sound like (think Saturday morning cartoons) instead of what a person sleeping actually sounds like that I nearly started laughing. I kept my mouth shut and listened to him fake snoring at me for over half an hour before he timed out. And he called back. The funniest thing about this utterly bizarre caller is that is was very apparent that he was listening to every move I made. If he heard the slightest amount of back round noise from my end, he would start to 'wake up'. As soon as I stopped doing whatever it was that was making the noise, he would settle down and start to 'snore' again. I finally laid back and just listened.
Hell, I nearly fell asleep myself.
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