Telephone Fantasy

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."