Mondays seem to be "I am a lazy asshole," night when it comes to phone sex. If a guy nitpicks his way through the process of finding the 'right' girl, I usually have a caller with a very specific fantasy that he will want to run with rigid control. Other times it is like last Monday, lazy fuckers wanting to be entertained. Yes, phone sex is entertainment but, I can't think of any other type of entertainment where the audience exercises so much control over the performer while performing. Lazy Fuckers and Silent Callers are basically the same type. The 'tell me a story and it better be good' type.
Well, give me idea of what you like. I really should have a list prepared though I 'm sure sure how useful that would be. Lazy Fuckers and Silent Callers seem to feel that answering questions some-how spoils the mood. Obviously, they have not realized how erotic it can be to talk about experiences, preferences, and fantasies even though that's what phone sex is.
Maybe I should just record myself panting and moaning for awhile. I could just play that while I sit back and file my nails.
Tuesday, February 28, 2012
Shopping
Today is day one of my weekend. I have lots to talk about but, to hell with it, I'm going to the bookstore.
Monday, February 27, 2012
No Crazies
Men suffering from mental illness should not be allowed to call phone sex lines. Period. End of Story. Can you tell I've been forced to endure several calls from the Psycho-Canadian? I don't have to be a mental health professional to know that he suffers from paranoia and auditory hallucinations. He believes that the hosting company is connected to organized crime and is out to get him. Today, he talked about a black van that has been parked outside of his home for days. He also insisted that I am a woman named 'Dana'. This is the new stuff. We also covered a few of the old ones. He thinks that I work at a phone center and refuses to believe otherwise. He thinks that I am an employee of the hosting company and have worked there for years and refuses to believe otherwise. He believes that PSOs mute their headsets to speak with supervisors but, for some reason he can hear this. According to him, we are too stupid to mute our headsets correctly and all he has to do is stay quiet and he will hear everything. We discuss how to kill him or drive him crazy with the supervisors while on a live call. Uh-huh, right. We are really that stupid.
He went on an on about how he could recognize my voice, no matter how hard I tried to disguise it. Remember, he thinks I am 'Dana'. He does have average aural memory, about as good as mine, but today he cannot recognize me. I would have laughed except for I hate dealing with this fucker more than any other caller. He knows how the system works and uses that to fuck up a PSO's call time average. I've tried being nice, I've tried being patient with his delusional rages, I've tried being mean. Nothing works, I am at the mercy of his fucked up mind until he hangs up the phone. Enough. I have really had enough with this bullshit. There are other crazies calling but, the Psycho-Canadian is the absolute worst. The others know they have a mental illness; bi-polar, manic depressive, chronic depression. The Psycho-Canadian thinks he's sane and we all are just fucking with him because we're sick perverts. Somehow, the fact that he's the one dialing the damn phone to reach us is not part of the equation. The one thing he does that makes me want to drop a very large brick on his head, repeatedly, until I get tired is refuse to believe in any reality except his own. I'm not just talking about his mental illness. Many callers do this, mostly the verbally abusive ones. Hell, a lot of men do it. The attitude that the 'world is the way I say it is because I have a cock' is one I have no tolerance for, I don't care if you're crazy
He went on an on about how he could recognize my voice, no matter how hard I tried to disguise it. Remember, he thinks I am 'Dana'. He does have average aural memory, about as good as mine, but today he cannot recognize me. I would have laughed except for I hate dealing with this fucker more than any other caller. He knows how the system works and uses that to fuck up a PSO's call time average. I've tried being nice, I've tried being patient with his delusional rages, I've tried being mean. Nothing works, I am at the mercy of his fucked up mind until he hangs up the phone. Enough. I have really had enough with this bullshit. There are other crazies calling but, the Psycho-Canadian is the absolute worst. The others know they have a mental illness; bi-polar, manic depressive, chronic depression. The Psycho-Canadian thinks he's sane and we all are just fucking with him because we're sick perverts. Somehow, the fact that he's the one dialing the damn phone to reach us is not part of the equation. The one thing he does that makes me want to drop a very large brick on his head, repeatedly, until I get tired is refuse to believe in any reality except his own. I'm not just talking about his mental illness. Many callers do this, mostly the verbally abusive ones. Hell, a lot of men do it. The attitude that the 'world is the way I say it is because I have a cock' is one I have no tolerance for, I don't care if you're crazy
Sunday, February 26, 2012
Lotsa love
To all the callers who got really into being Dominated last night (and there were a lot of you)...
Good. That was fun.
I'm so glad you're not getting punished enough at home.
More for me.
Good. That was fun.
I'm so glad you're not getting punished enough at home.
More for me.
Insults
Men use insults to control women. This is true in real life and in phone sex. A man calls a woman bitch, slut, whore, cunt or whatever the fuck he can think off to stop her dead in tracks and make her change her behavior toward him. That's how women, in real life, respond to insults. Women, for the most part, are terrified of being labeled as something other than nice and all 'bitch' (or any of those other words) really means is that the man a woman is talking to is getting angry at her for expressing her own opinion. I don't care if people, men or women, figure out that I am not a 'nice' person. Courtesy will let a person get away with murder, 'niceness' will mean spending a whole lot of time listening to idiots and pretending to agree with every word. Life is too short for 'nice'.
In real life, a woman hears the word 'bitch' flung at her and she back peddles. She apologizes. She tries to explain her point of view. She desperately tries to find common ground with the man insulting her so he will take back what he said or, at least, not repeat to others. She is terrified of the label because she knows what it can cost her. Bitches don't get included, they don't get invited, they don't belong. Remember, despite all the advances, girl, you are supposed to treat ever word that falls out of a man's mouth as if it is gold-plated, no matter what crap he spews. You are supposed to care about his opinions, no matter how stupid. You are supposed to be 'nice'.
Phone sex is completely different. I don't set out to piss off every caller I talk to and some of them I handle very carefully. They can't handle my sense of humor, for whatever reason, or I am too used to their quirks to fuck with them. There is one caller I just can't talk about yet. I'll call him the Acolyte. His fantasy is just too goddamned disgusting, I can't even think about it without gagging. However, I have figured out how to handle the Acolyte. Despite the fact that he breaks the few rules that I have (not introducing himself, starting out in his fantasy persona, having a vomit inducing fantasy) I let him slide and work hard to construct a fantasy he enjoys. Why? The Acolyte will stay on the line until the system times him out and keep calling back for more. He is also very polite. He loves the fact that I recognize his voice right off the bat and I remember what we have talked about. I give him what he needs, his fantasy with a few extra frills and he gives me what I need, a really long goddamned call or three.
Tonight, I had 2 very memorable insult-flinging jerks. The second one is hard not to laugh at. He calls me every name he can think of and, trust me, this boy has a really short list. The tone of his voice while he's calling me 'bitch' (or whatever) really cracks me up. He sounds like a very satisfied little boy who has just planted his flag on the top of the hill and is absolutely sure that no one can take him down. He proceeds to tell me, in very good broken English, (I'm guessing from the accent that French is his native language) that is is going to rape me and kill me and make me enjoy it. No details, he just keeps repeating the same string of insults and the same threats in the same happy, satisfied tone. The poor little fucker gets off on this, figuring that the PSO he is talking to can't do anything about it except listen. I guess a PSO could agree with him but, since he's not paying attention to anything I say I'm not really sure. He can't handle any retort, so when I started finding the whole sordid little fantasy too funny and couldn't stop myself from playing along, he lost it. For me, playing along means laughing at him and telling him that, if he tried to hurt me, I would fuck him up six ways to Sunday. He called me names, trying to get me to freeze, (sorry, limp dick, phone sex is not like real life) I called him one in return, he started telling me to shut up and I laughed at him and told him 'no' and went right back to insulting him. The pathetic little perv was practically blubbering when he timed out.
I've been physically attacked by a stranger in a parking garage so I know I fight back. I sunk a nine-inch hardened steel pin into the shoulder of the man trying to mug me. If some little weasel of a caller thinks that I would just lie back and let a man rape me, he's delusional. Every woman who has been physically assaulted makes a decision about what her life is worth and what she is willing to do to survive. I suspect that, for myself, hurting my attacker would be more important to me than survival. That is not a decision for everyone.
Also, I have played along with torture fantasies for callers. There is a man who doesn't call often, thank god, who has a very violent torture and mutilation fantasy and I have no problem talking to him. He is polite and he explains, in detail, what he wants. He also asks if what he wants is something I think I can do before plunging into his fantasy. I asked him once what he does if a PSO admits that she cannot handle his fantasy. He seemed surprised by the question but, he told me that if it happens, he thanks her for her honestly and tells her that he's going to try another PSO. He tries to hang up as fast as he can because he knows that we need long calls and he doesn't want to waste our time along with his own. Very polite and informative enough for me to try to make the fantasy work even though I am really not into it. He also wants a PSO who can cry on command. I can force myself to cry most of the time but, I hate doing it. I always end up with a raging headache when I try.
The first insult flinging jerk was literally the second caller I talked to. He called in on the Domination line I am honestly not sure what he was really expecting. He kept saying that he was submissive and then trying to push my buttons. He tried the classic "You're not very good at this," to try to trip me up. Its a standard freeze technique used against women, attacking their professionalism and their skill to get them to shut up. Not a chance, asshole. We ended up engaging in a verbal sparring match until he timed out and he sounded like he was having fun. Twisted little bastard. If he expected me to go into Extreme Slut Mode as soon as he said he likes to be dominated, he was disappointed. That just never works. Domination is just too broad a topic to dive into blind and the lazy ones seem to think that I'm telepathic.
Tell me that I can do whatever I want, stay on the line and see what happens. I dare you.
In real life, a woman hears the word 'bitch' flung at her and she back peddles. She apologizes. She tries to explain her point of view. She desperately tries to find common ground with the man insulting her so he will take back what he said or, at least, not repeat to others. She is terrified of the label because she knows what it can cost her. Bitches don't get included, they don't get invited, they don't belong. Remember, despite all the advances, girl, you are supposed to treat ever word that falls out of a man's mouth as if it is gold-plated, no matter what crap he spews. You are supposed to care about his opinions, no matter how stupid. You are supposed to be 'nice'.
Phone sex is completely different. I don't set out to piss off every caller I talk to and some of them I handle very carefully. They can't handle my sense of humor, for whatever reason, or I am too used to their quirks to fuck with them. There is one caller I just can't talk about yet. I'll call him the Acolyte. His fantasy is just too goddamned disgusting, I can't even think about it without gagging. However, I have figured out how to handle the Acolyte. Despite the fact that he breaks the few rules that I have (not introducing himself, starting out in his fantasy persona, having a vomit inducing fantasy) I let him slide and work hard to construct a fantasy he enjoys. Why? The Acolyte will stay on the line until the system times him out and keep calling back for more. He is also very polite. He loves the fact that I recognize his voice right off the bat and I remember what we have talked about. I give him what he needs, his fantasy with a few extra frills and he gives me what I need, a really long goddamned call or three.
Tonight, I had 2 very memorable insult-flinging jerks. The second one is hard not to laugh at. He calls me every name he can think of and, trust me, this boy has a really short list. The tone of his voice while he's calling me 'bitch' (or whatever) really cracks me up. He sounds like a very satisfied little boy who has just planted his flag on the top of the hill and is absolutely sure that no one can take him down. He proceeds to tell me, in very good broken English, (I'm guessing from the accent that French is his native language) that is is going to rape me and kill me and make me enjoy it. No details, he just keeps repeating the same string of insults and the same threats in the same happy, satisfied tone. The poor little fucker gets off on this, figuring that the PSO he is talking to can't do anything about it except listen. I guess a PSO could agree with him but, since he's not paying attention to anything I say I'm not really sure. He can't handle any retort, so when I started finding the whole sordid little fantasy too funny and couldn't stop myself from playing along, he lost it. For me, playing along means laughing at him and telling him that, if he tried to hurt me, I would fuck him up six ways to Sunday. He called me names, trying to get me to freeze, (sorry, limp dick, phone sex is not like real life) I called him one in return, he started telling me to shut up and I laughed at him and told him 'no' and went right back to insulting him. The pathetic little perv was practically blubbering when he timed out.
I've been physically attacked by a stranger in a parking garage so I know I fight back. I sunk a nine-inch hardened steel pin into the shoulder of the man trying to mug me. If some little weasel of a caller thinks that I would just lie back and let a man rape me, he's delusional. Every woman who has been physically assaulted makes a decision about what her life is worth and what she is willing to do to survive. I suspect that, for myself, hurting my attacker would be more important to me than survival. That is not a decision for everyone.
Also, I have played along with torture fantasies for callers. There is a man who doesn't call often, thank god, who has a very violent torture and mutilation fantasy and I have no problem talking to him. He is polite and he explains, in detail, what he wants. He also asks if what he wants is something I think I can do before plunging into his fantasy. I asked him once what he does if a PSO admits that she cannot handle his fantasy. He seemed surprised by the question but, he told me that if it happens, he thanks her for her honestly and tells her that he's going to try another PSO. He tries to hang up as fast as he can because he knows that we need long calls and he doesn't want to waste our time along with his own. Very polite and informative enough for me to try to make the fantasy work even though I am really not into it. He also wants a PSO who can cry on command. I can force myself to cry most of the time but, I hate doing it. I always end up with a raging headache when I try.
The first insult flinging jerk was literally the second caller I talked to. He called in on the Domination line I am honestly not sure what he was really expecting. He kept saying that he was submissive and then trying to push my buttons. He tried the classic "You're not very good at this," to try to trip me up. Its a standard freeze technique used against women, attacking their professionalism and their skill to get them to shut up. Not a chance, asshole. We ended up engaging in a verbal sparring match until he timed out and he sounded like he was having fun. Twisted little bastard. If he expected me to go into Extreme Slut Mode as soon as he said he likes to be dominated, he was disappointed. That just never works. Domination is just too broad a topic to dive into blind and the lazy ones seem to think that I'm telepathic.
Tell me that I can do whatever I want, stay on the line and see what happens. I dare you.
Friday, February 24, 2012
Why?
Why phone sex? Because the job market in the United States sucks and has for a great many years. Companies that complain that Americans don't want to work are full of shit. Americans want to work but we don't want to feel like we're being taking advantage of, either. Ever been assigned 'busy work' so it looks like something is being done even though the task is completely unnecessary? I have more than once. Ever have an employer demand that you come to work because they are 'short staffed' and then get sent home when there is nothing for you to do so that you have literally lost money by answering your goddamned phone? I once worked for a company that did that on a weekly basis. When I started screening my calls, they sent a supervisor who lived nearby to get me. He got to stay and do paperwork and I still got sent home.
Ever have a co-worker decide that she didn't like you and go on a campaign to get you to quit or get fired? I have, more than once. Women are infamous for engaging in that behavior. It's called 'mobbing' and it's a type of harassment that is completely unacknowledged in this country. Ever have a supervisor lock himself in his office for hours on end and then blame you when things went wrong and you failed to inform him? Ever work for someone who did drugs in his car or her office so they had violent mood swings and yelled at everyone when they were pressured? Ever get pressured to work a split shift and get threatened with termination if you complained? Ever have a company make it impossible for you to cash out your vacation pay when you quit? Ever get screwed out of your breaks on a regular basis? Ever have the stellar work you do get ignored or have credit go to someone else but, have every mistake blown out of proportion so grossly you felt like you were personally guilty of causing the downfall of Western Civilization?
I worked for one company where the manager of the office liked to remind us, daily, that we were lucky to have jobs. As if that made up for the fact our job was harder because he was not staying on top of his. The last office job I worked I was hired to do one thing and then trained to do something else when I actually started to work. Bait and switch hiring is actually pretty common in the U.S. Ever told that there is room for advancement and then find out it was a complete lie once you started working?
Phone sex is not a perfect solution. The Downer regularly drives PSOs away with constant criticism and unreasonable expectations. The callers can be a drag. It is work and requires an enormous amount of diligence and creativity. However, I work for home so I have all but eliminated transportation and wardrobe costs. I set my own hours so I can work at my peak times and avoid the Downer as much as possible. The staffing company requires minimum hours but, I can work as much or as little as I want beyond that. If I manage my work time carefully, I can cover my financial needs and avoid the constant stress that destroys my health.
I don't love my job but, I am content with being a PSO. It gives me more freedom than I've had in longer than I care to think of and it allows me the serenity I need to focus on the things that are important to me. And that counts for a lot.
Ever have a co-worker decide that she didn't like you and go on a campaign to get you to quit or get fired? I have, more than once. Women are infamous for engaging in that behavior. It's called 'mobbing' and it's a type of harassment that is completely unacknowledged in this country. Ever have a supervisor lock himself in his office for hours on end and then blame you when things went wrong and you failed to inform him? Ever work for someone who did drugs in his car or her office so they had violent mood swings and yelled at everyone when they were pressured? Ever get pressured to work a split shift and get threatened with termination if you complained? Ever have a company make it impossible for you to cash out your vacation pay when you quit? Ever get screwed out of your breaks on a regular basis? Ever have the stellar work you do get ignored or have credit go to someone else but, have every mistake blown out of proportion so grossly you felt like you were personally guilty of causing the downfall of Western Civilization?
I worked for one company where the manager of the office liked to remind us, daily, that we were lucky to have jobs. As if that made up for the fact our job was harder because he was not staying on top of his. The last office job I worked I was hired to do one thing and then trained to do something else when I actually started to work. Bait and switch hiring is actually pretty common in the U.S. Ever told that there is room for advancement and then find out it was a complete lie once you started working?
Phone sex is not a perfect solution. The Downer regularly drives PSOs away with constant criticism and unreasonable expectations. The callers can be a drag. It is work and requires an enormous amount of diligence and creativity. However, I work for home so I have all but eliminated transportation and wardrobe costs. I set my own hours so I can work at my peak times and avoid the Downer as much as possible. The staffing company requires minimum hours but, I can work as much or as little as I want beyond that. If I manage my work time carefully, I can cover my financial needs and avoid the constant stress that destroys my health.
I don't love my job but, I am content with being a PSO. It gives me more freedom than I've had in longer than I care to think of and it allows me the serenity I need to focus on the things that are important to me. And that counts for a lot.
Wednesday, February 22, 2012
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