Telephone Fantasy

Mood: A little emotional
Listening to: Total Rock FM

Well, I've decided to apply to a new company. The details came through the post yesterday, and after flicking through the operator handbook, I have to say, I am very very impressed. This company seem to be much bigger than my present one, so that means more calls! (and more money!) All I have to do now is get a few references about the company from other ops (it pays to do your research first) and then I'm going for it!

The time has definitely come to move on. It's my opinion that if you stay with a company for too long, you can start to get a bit stagnant. There's nothing wrong in branching out a bit.

Wednesday's shift was dire! A series of very short calls. What didn't help matters if that the system kept logging me off. How on earth am I supposed to maintain a good hold time when the quality of calls is poor? Guys who don't want to talk, kids etc.

But last night was much better. Another slave gained. A guy who wanted to be treated like a naughty schoolgirl. He also had his Master with him and between us, we took it in turns to humilate him, use dildoes and get him into various positions. He enjoyed it enormously, and came back for more. In total, he spent an hour with me, happy to do anything either I or his Master ordered. It also helped me to brush up on my domination skills which won't do me any harm.

He certainly has the makings of a permanent slave. I have a sneaky feeling I will be hearing from him on a regular basis.

I have been so cold for the past few days. I don't have central heating in my house at present, and I'm sure I passed a penguin on the stair's the other day! Being in a rented property with a landlord who doesn't like to spend money, I don't have cavity wall insulation or double glazing - and I can't put it in either, even if I had the money to do so. Ridiculous isn't it? I bet my landlord is nice and warm during this cold snap.

I did have a walk up to the shop yesterday, and I must admit, the kid came out in me. Walking in all the "un-trodden" snow, throwing snowballs at hubby, even toying with the idea of building a snowman in the back garden! Mmmm, maybe that would have been going too far, don't you think?

But even the cat is fed up with the weather. He usually likes to go out at about 5am, but this morning when I opened the door, he took one look at the garden, and stalked back into the lounge. Poor little love is really frustrated. He likes to be outside but it's too cold for him.

I keep looking for signs of spring - the early daffs are poking through. I do love the "tete a tete" variety of narcissus - so small yet perfectly formed with yellow nodding heads. Always makes me think we are on our way to warmer weather.

I'm aching to start planning my flower borders - so much to do. And my clematis needs a good prune. I reckon about 4 to 6 weeks, and we will be well on our way! Fingers crossed!

Oh and before I forget, I would like to share the memory of my cat with my blog readers. Moggie, my little baby, died in May of last year. Sunday will be his birthday and he would have been 8 years old. So in today's entry, I'd like to send him a great big kiss and hug. Miss you sonxxxxx

Mood: Angry at Ref.....
Listening to: nowt.

Well, it's been a funny old weekend. I did a marathon shift last night - 12pm and as I write this weblog, I'm still logged on! I'm just running on adrenaline at the moment, so not tired at all. I will be by about 3pm this afternoon though.

Had a nice few callers. I spoke to guy in his sixties, who confessed to sleeping with his sister in law. "We have dinner together every Saturday," he explained, "then we wash up and go to the bedroom." He told me all about her, that she was in her sixties two, with a nice figure and a lovely "bosom" as he put it. "And she loves it when I stroke her nipples," he went on "in fact, she actually has an orgasm."

Then there was a cabbie who had just finished his night-shift. "So, what are you wearing?" I asked. He was a bit hesitant at first. "Erm, I'm a bit embarrassed about this actually," he replied, rather sheepishly, "I'm wearing some nice clothes."

"What sort of nice clothes?" I purred, although I generally knew the answer. "A red thong, and black bustier, as well as a short silky miniskirt."

We talked about how the attire made him feel before he asked me to shag him like a girl. He loved it, getting more and more high-pitched as the call progressed.

"Do you like that?" I asked. "Oh yes!!!" came the squeak.

Another call was from a guy in Cornwall. "Do you mind if I put you on speaker phone so that my friend can listen?" he asked. I told him I had no problem with that. We talked about the things I like to do, and I mentioned that I love anal. "Trouble is," I sighed rather dramatically, "I seldom get it."

"Oooh, I'd give it to you," he replied, rather eagerly, "I'll drive up to you today!" He was more keen on talking about me than himself. "You are a dirty girl, aren't you?" he kept laughing amid "why can't I find a horny tart like you?"

Had a bit of what I call a "blonde moment" last night though. I had a splitting headache, and as it's my rota shift, I needed to log off for a while so I could take a tablet. Phoned one of the supervisors, to explain, realising she was the day supervisor. "You need to ring ***** at night," she sighed. Major embarrassment. Will stick a huge notice on the phone to remind me! Got the poor love out of bed, and I could tell she wasn't pleased. What a dozy moo I am!

Watched the Arsenal v. Sheff United match yesterday, and was highly annoyed at Bergkamp's sending off. What on earth was that ref up to???? All he did was lightly shove the other player on the chest. Whereas another player, raised his arm and took a swipe at his face! Then there was that threatening tackle later in the game, which only received a yellow card! Madness!

Oh and the old cystitis has returned again. Going to have to book myself in at the docs. It must be that flu bug that I had the other week. Highly annoying!

Right, day off tomorrow, so until Wednesday folks! xxx

Mood: A bit fed-up
Listening to: Sisters of Mercy - Greatest Hits.

Well, I've had a funny old few days. Wednesday's shift was interesting.

I got talking to a guy from Scotland, who was a big rocker (like me!). We were talking about all the bands we were into, and sharing the gigs we had been to. Massive Whitesnake fan, as well as other bands of that era. Was a great call! Got on with him really well. He told me about how he went to see Whitesnake but because he had travelled down from Scotland and was tired, he fell asleep and missed the whole set! I'd have been gutted it that happened to me!

Another interesting call was a guy who was a Manic Depressive. He'd spent time in a mental hospital, before moving on to a respite home. He told me that he'd used his recovery time to write poetry and read me a couple. I'd never heard anything so beautiful in my life. He really is talented.

He also read me one he'd written about his dad. "I never knew my dad," he told me. "So I decided to write this."

It nearly had me in tears, it was so moving. I definitely enjoyed talking to him, and I asked him to call again. Next time, I'll read him some of my poetry.

Last night's shift wasn't brilliant. The calls are tailing off again, which is never good. All of them were short. To be quite honest, I think it may be time to move on. I'm looking into a few companies, and I've already applied to one, so we'll have to see what happens. I will remain amicable with my current company though, as it pays to keep your options open.

Blokey having a tough time of it lately. His best friend died a few months ago, and it's affected him pretty bad. Keeps waking up from terrible nightmares. He's due at the doctors next week, so I'm going to go with him, and try and get him to have some bereavement counselling. I think he will benefit from it.

I'm aching for a night out though. I haven't been down the pub in months! Almost forgotten what beer tastes like. I think, once I get myself sorted with work, a girls night out is definitely at the top of the list. Need a good blow-out!

Mood: Excellent
Listening to: Real Radio FM

Firstly, Happy Valentines Day All!

I would have said this on the day, but was kind of "busy" with blokey!

Bless him, he bought me some chocs - didn't last long though. Mmmmmm, chocolate.

Anyway, my shift yesterday left a lot to be desired. I don't know why but Tuesdays are always quiet, even at night.

I spoke to a guy who sounded more like a radio DJ than anything else. He wanted me to describe myself in great detail, before asking what I'm into.

"Tell me," he asked. "Have you ever slept with a woman?"

"Sure hun," I replied, "I'm bi-sexual, so I've had quite a few experiences."

He became really quite excited about this and then asked me in great detail about my most recent experience.

"Tell me all about it," he went on, "while I masturbate like hell."

He then went on to tell me about "a thing" he was having with a girl at work. "We sometimes stay behind. We put plastic sheeting down on the floor and she loves it when I pee all over her. Then, we roll around it in, it really gets me going." Mmmm, hope they clean it up afterwards, otherwise the boss is sure going to be angry!

He was a good call though, and promised to call me again. He probably will, because we clicked straight away.

Then came a guy who said "I'm not one of these who gets dirty on the phone, but my girlfriend is away." Not being funny, but I've heard that line many times......

He demanded complete honesty from me. "If you lie, and I know you're lying, I will simply put the phone down." So, I lied to him as honestly as I could. When I'm in character, I am that character. As soon as I log off, I am me again. It's easier to keep them separate, then there's no room for confusion!

" Now then," he started, "have you got a shaved or a hairy pussy?"

"Shaved," I replied. "Sorry, wrong answer!" he barked, "I wanted hairy, bye!"

These people who waste my time.......

One thing which was good for me, is that I've been told that my hold time has been excellent over the weekend. I'm really pleased about it. Last week, I expected it to go down, with it being half-term, but surprisingly, I've had very few kids. I wonder if they've all realised that if they choose me, they get a bollocking?!

Oh well, lets hope today's shift brings more odd-balls. I actually miss them when they're not there!

Mood: so-so
Listening to: Total Rock FM

Friday night's shift was pretty dire. In the end, I logged off at about 3.30am. A series of short calls. Nothing of much interest really.

However, last night was much better, with lots of "blog material".

First caller was a guy who wanted me to be "a good little girl." He had me dressed up as a school girl, sucking his cock, telling him that I had a virgin pussy.

"Tell me it's too big for you.." he gasped, so I went into "oooh nooo, pull it out, I can't take it!"

He carried on, asking me to tell him how much of a good little girl I am until he uttered the words "call me Daddy." As this is definitely verging on incest, this is a no-go. "Erm, I'd prefer not to call you Daddy, hun," I said, "how about I call you baby instead?"

It seemed to click with him, what I was getting at and he accepted that no problem. The call then progressed to him saying "I'm f**king my arse."

"What are you f**king your arse with?" I asked. "Oooh a carrot!" he replied. I told him to take the carrot out and suck it. This he did, along with "oh that's disgusting, ooh I'm gonna cum!"

At this point he asked, "shall I taste my own cum?" He caught it and swallowed it, before hanging up with out a thank you. Obviously the taste was too much for him...

I've come to the conclusion that the odd-balls definitely come out to play during the weekend!

Next up was a very pleasant West Indian.

"I like to cook," he explained, "and I'm listening to my music."

"Oh, you're a bit of a devil in the kitchen are you?" I replied. He told me about his life, his kids, how he had split up with his ex, then he talked about what he did for a living.

"I used to run a massage palour", he explained. "I'm actually thinking about getting into it again, so if you're interested, give me a call."

"Mmmm, no babe," I replied, "I'm a chatline op, not a whore."

"Oh no," he quickly said, "it's not like that. You take the guys out, but if you have sex with them, that's you're problem. It's not expected of you."

I'm still not interested. You hear these seedy lines all the time, but I thanked him for the information anyway. "You could make £4000 a night," he explained. Yeah, just to take a guy out? No way, there's something else in that!

We had a bit of a sex chat, before he went on to play me some music. "You'll like this," he explained. I love it when the guys play music to me, because all I have to do is sit there and listen!

Finally, a guy called wanting to know if I had a camera phone. "No hun," I said, "I'm way back in the dark ages when it comes to that."

"I just wanna bend you over and slam my cock up your arse," he gasped.

"Woah, babes," I laughed, "Don't you wanna know what the rest of me looks like first?"

"Ooh sorry," he replied, "I'm just soooooo horny right now." That makes a change! A lot of guys, who just want to get straight into the action, don't want a description. This guy was apologetic for not asking!

Quite a busy night all in all, but it needs to be busier. I've just taken a quick break, then I'm back on again for a couple of hours.

Blokey bought me a 3D garden design program for the computer today. Great program once you figure out how to use it. It took me 2 hours to get to grips with it, and was highly frustrating. Fancy selling something like that with no instructions!

 

Anyway, I've had a good play with it, working out various colour schemes and designs. Now that I've got a feel for it, I'll start to design my dream garden. I like to do the easy stuff and leave the digging to the man!

 

Mood: Fed up with weeing!
Listening to: Actually, been watching Postman Pat!

Well, last night's shift was pretty quiet. A few standard calls, although one interesting one was a guy who loved tan stockings.

"I know this girl at the bank. She has lovely legs. I want her to sit next to me and cross her legs so that I can stroke them."

"Does she wear stockings?" I asked.

"Oh yes, natural tan ones. They make her legs look really sexy."

I talked about my legs, asking him to imagine I was this girl, and he became more and more excited. Finally, he said "if I am alone with her though, I'm afraid that I might rape her." Alarms bells went off at this point.

"You would rape her?" I demanded. Back-peddling quickly he replied, "oh no, not really, but she would get me so hot, I would have difficulty controlling myself." Even so, I made a note to report this.

Next up was a very horny guy on virtual, and we were going along swimmingly. Even offered to let him have a live 121 with me. "How much is it?" he asked. I told him the price which prompted "can't I just ring you on your mobile?"

Are these guys for real? Like I'm really going to talk to them for free! I do this for a living!

Not a brilliant night. Glad it's Friday today. Should be busier.

I didn't work yesterday afternoon. Instead, I par-took of a little retail therapy. I've seen some gorgeous boots. Will have to buy them as soon as I can. Ankle boots with a short-ish stiletto heel. Sexy or what?!

Problem is though, I couldn't spend as long shopping as I had wanted to. I've been going mad with cystitis, so every 10 minutes, I was dashing off to find a loo.

Managed to find myself some stuff to take for it. "Fruity Cranberry flavour!" the packet boasts. Yeah, there is a hint of cranberry, but urgh! Took one sachet of the stuff, and nearly threw it all back up again. After heaving various times, quickly made myself a strong coffee to get rid of the taste! What we women have to go through!

P.s Forgot to but the bin out for the bin men last night - what a dozy cow I am! lol

Mood: Excellent
Listening to: Brides of Destruction

It was a funny old shift this afternoon, but I had a good set of calls.

One of them was an elderly gentleman with a fetish for stockings and suspenders. Before I'd even asked him his name he asked "what are you wearing? Are you wearing black stockings?"

"Yes," I replied, "nice and silky too." "Do they have a seam up the back?" he then asked. "Of course, it runs right up to my arse."

At this point he groaned, panting away. "Can you trap my cock between your suspender belt?" All he kept saying throughout the call was "ooh, that suspender belt," along with "I'm getting really rather excited you know!" A very nice man, and quite an easy call. All I had to do was just keep telling him about my stockings and suspenders and how silky they were.

Then, on the virtual line, I had a guy who wanted to lick me while my boyfriend watched. "And I'd like to suck his cock too!" he offered. It went from that to my boyfriend doing him up the ass. A nice long call.

Next up was a "very young" 19 year old. "I don't believe for one minute, you're 19!" I accused. "I am!" came the reply from a very high, unbroken voice. "No, you're not, get off this line now!" Despite him insisting he was 19, I hung up. In the words of Jim Royale himself - 19, my arse!

A few more silent callers later, and then came a new slave. This guy was wearing white panties and a pair of black stockings. "I like to cross-dress" he informed me. White panties and black stockings? No offence, but I'd prefer to colour co-ordinate myself.

"I expect it's very naughty of me to wear these clothes," he continued in a low voice, "I deserved to be punished, don't I Mistress?" Ah, a submissive and not the usual cross-dresser.

"Yes you do!" I replied, "bend over and touch your toes now." He received 6 spanks, and thanked me for each one, after which he confessed to have been wanking for most of the day.(Most of the day - ooh the pain!) "Then you need further punishment," I said, "I'm going to shove my huge dildo up your ass and f*ck you like the whore you are!"

He enjoyed it immensely and was certainly an obediant slave. Even offered to lick my boots after he'd cum all over them. I ordered him to call back during my shift tonight - 11.30pm, on the dot. Something tells me he'll do just that....

Oh, and the oddballs are coming out during the day too, in the form of a food fetish.

"I've got quite a strange fetish," came a very timid voice, "I like girls to masturbate with food." At this point, I'm thinking along the lines of a cucumber or maybe even a banana.

"I've got a huge cucumber in the fridge, would you like me to get it?" I offered. "Erm no, I was thinking maybe you would like to smear margarine all over your breasts." Ok, that's not so strange. Smearing food onto the body is a well practised one, but it was the next request which caught me by surprise.

"Can you masturbate with a piece of cheese?"

So, here I am talking about how wet my piece of Edam is getting and how much I'd like to shove it up my ass. Certainly an eye opener. That's a new fetish to add to my notebook. Not sure I'll look at the supermarket cheese counter in quite the same light.

Last was a very low-energy caller on the virtual chat. "Hi, I'd like you to talk dirty to me," and that's all he said. Instead of sending me a message each time, he just kept pressing the button. It's incredibly hard when you have nothing to go on. No fantasies, no fetish, no turn ons. You have to imagine, and inevitably, they hang up. You never know of which direction to take the call. A short call, as I guessed it would be, despite my standard fantasy. Sometimes it doesn't matter how hard you try, they hang up.

Mind you, these guys do tend to get my back up a bit. I like to know a bit about a caller before I go into the sexy chat, if it's only what they look like. Afterall, if you went on a date, you wouldn't go back to their's unless you knew a bit about them. But they just don't want to talk, they just want to get off. End of story. It's at that point I start to feel like a "tool" rather than a real person.

Oh well, another shift tonight. One things for sure, it's certainly starting to get busier. The last couple of weeks have been pretty dire, so much so, I was seriously considering moving on. Fingers-crossed I won't have to now.

 

P.s. To the guy who wanted me to call him at home, in the "comments" section - nice try babe, but I do this for the money -

Mood: Pretty good.
Listening to: Total Rock FM

Yesterday, I spoke to a fellow PSO of mine, who told me she was having problems with the system. If you get a succession of short calls, then the system will automatically log you off - not allowing you to access it again until it resets, which is usually the following day.

However, as it is half-term, 90% of these short calls at the moment are kids! Highly unfair, I thought, especially when it's through no fault of our own.

But this afternoon, I seemed to be lucky. Only 2 silent callers (which you can pretty much assume are kids most of the time), the rest, good calls!

My first call was a guy who didn't want to talk dirty. The conversation was pretty hard going, as he wasn't really much of a talker, so towards the end of the call, I was wracking my brains as to how to keep the conversation flowing. We'd pretty much covered the hobbies, the music, the football team, the holidays. So, I was quite relieved when he suddenly asked "are you going to talk dirty to me then?"

The funny thing is that he actually spoke more during this bit. Any hint of shyness had gone, as before long he was ordering me onto all fours, pleading with me to suck his cock before suddenly groaning "oooooooh I'm theeeeeeeeere!"

Sadly, after that he just hung up. No "thank you" or "good bye." Just put the phone down. I do often hate it when that happens. A simple "thanks" would be nice. Afterall, it is a service we girls provide.

My second caller of the day was a nurse and was extremely chatty. Wanted me to keep telling him how big my tits were.

"They're 36 d-d hun. Fancy filling your hands up baby?"

"Oh yeah, tell me again..." and so on. All in all, a long session with him, and he thanked me, and took my extension number. I have a sneaky feeling he'll be a regular.

The rest of the afternoon, was pretty quiet. A few standard calls, a couple more silent, until I eventually logged off in time for The Weakest Link.

 Was going to work last night, but I became so into Brat Camp that I decided not to bother.

I couldn't believe the state of those kids, beating their parents up, swearing unashamedly, one of them 15 years old and already a binge drinker. I was amazed though, at the guys running the camp, and how calm they remained with the teenagers. It didn't matter how much the kids screamed, shouted, swore, cried, the guys just remained calm, adminstered the punishment (walking around the barn shouting "I must remember to tidy my gloves away" at the top of their voice) and that was it.

What was even more interesting was how some of the kids saw their behaviour and decided to change it - not because they wanted to go home, but because they actually wanted to change. If only we could do this for all difficult teenagers. Much better than a screaming match followed by "go to your room!" It never worked when I was that age, anyway.

Emotionally a good day. Had a walk up to the shops to get my ingredients in for pancakes. Spring is just around the corner, I can sense it. The grass seems a brighter green and the daffodils are poking through the soil. Oh, and I noticed that my Hydrangea has the beginnings of buds! We are on the way! I've never been good with Winter. I find it the most depressing time of the year, but when things start to wake up again, it's kind of like my happy emotions do. As my nan used to say to me; "wait until you hear the cuckoo, then you know we're there."

Mood: Not bad, little bit tired though
Listening to: David Bowie - Greatest Hits.

Well here it is, the first entry.....

To tell you a little bit about myself, I am a UK based sex chat line operator. I also suffer from depression, and have done for approximately 8 years.

With the help of this weblog, I'm hoping to entertain, with some snippets from my job, as well as give an indication to my emotions.

Certainly, on the depression side of things, I hope to connect mentally with others who suffer the same condition.

 

Oh well, here goes......