One of my in person clients is an older gentleman. (I’ll call him OG for this post.) I’ve been seeing him for about a year. He’s still active but he’s definitely feeling his age. Sometimes he has big bruises on his legs or hips from what I judge to be a fall though he never says.
We stick to strap on play for the most part. He sometimes asks for a spanking but even my lightest paddle is too hard. I use my hand and pretend I’m smacking hard. One time he stumbled, fell over and rolled into the hotel table hard. I had a sudden panic-what if he really hurts himself?! Thankfully he was fine.
During our last session he asked for something new. He wanted to sleep with me-not fucking but actual sleep. He was feeling winded and suggested we both lie down. As I stretched out on the bed he started turning off the hotel room lights, leaving only the bathroom light on.
He said I must be feeling tired to so we should both take a nap. I wasn’t feeling tired but followed his lead. When he laid down I started to wonder if he wanted to cuddle. That’s so intimate-was I on board for that? I didn’t think I was. My body must have been tense because OG said “Don’t worry, I’m not going to try anything.”
Then he stretched out on the bed himself. He laid on his back, keeping completely still. I did the same. Soon enough his breathing became slow and rhythmic.
This is the first time I’ve napped with a client. I found it uncomfortable. Obviously I wasn’t going to go to sleep. Sure I could take OG in a fight but sleeping would mean letting my guard down. But laying down on a soft bed, in a mostly dark room while hearing someone sleep next to you certainly sets a sleep vibe.
To stay awake I decided to count. Letting my mind wander was a bad idea-I could see myself falling asleep that way. I counted to 30 then would open my eyes. After it felt like ten or so minutes had gone by I’d look at the clock.
Time went by. OG napped while I counted. I didn’t know how long to let him nap for. I’d shift position but his breath would stay regular. Apparently he was more tired than I realized. We laid on the bed for the last 45 minutes of the session.
It was time for me to go so I got up and started packing. OG heard me moving around and slowly sat up. He asked if I felt refreshed and I cheerfully lied and told him yes. He pulled back the covers and laid back down. He tucked himself in and I was preparing to leave. “I’m just going to nap a bit more,” he said.
I told him to rest up and left. I wonder if nap time will happen again during our session. After I got over my fear of falling asleep fake napping was pretty easy.
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Someone recently asked me what was my worst session like. I wrote about my worst call here. But I did a gross in person session that could be in the running for my worst session. Yup, this means no eating while reading during this post. Still with me? Good, let’s jump right in.
The client wanted me to buy the “biggest dildo” I could find. Let’s call him Dildo Guy. Now I’ve been to the Mr. S store in San Francisco and they had one of the biggest dildo I ever saw. I remember wondering how something that large could fit into any human orifice. DG didn’t have much dildo experience so I knew he would balk at something truly gigantic.
Instead I went with an 8″ dildo that had a good width. The width gave the misleading appearance of being longer than it actually was. When I pulled it out during our session DG guessed it to be 11″; I played along.
He had told me that he’d cleaned himself with a Fleet enema before I showed up at the hotel room. This was good news-the last time I used a dildo with him it came out dirty. I always use condoms with my strap on which helps immensely with clean up.
I started off with the smaller dildo but DG was so anxious. He begged for the bigger dildo and since he seemed ready I got it ready. Things seemed to be going fine. But when the dildo was pulled out a stream of liquid shit poured out of his ass onto the hotel bed. The flow was heavy and poured out of him making a pool of shit on the bed. DG had propped himself up on a pillow which also got shat upon.
My gag reflex kicked in and I hurried off to the bathroom to compose myself. When I came out into the main room DG asked me to clean him up. What?! I was there to play Mistress not nurse so I just grabbed him a towel, threw it over the shit puddle and walked away again.
Why did this happen? I presume he didn’t fully expel the enema. Normally I encourage clients to clean themselves before seeing a Mistress for a strap on session. With DG I suggested he skip the enema next time.
DG mopped up the bed with a towel and then made his way to the bathroom to clean himself up. The hotel room stank horribly. Several towels were stained as was the pillow and bed comforter. I cranked the fan and cracked a window although it didn’t help much. Gods did that room stink.
Thankfully the hotel was in his name. At the end of the session DG asked if housekeeping would notice the stain on the bed and towels. I encouraged him to tip them on the nightstand. I hope he did.
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In the last couple months I’ve done two more sessions with SC ie Shitty Client. I blogged about him here and here.
For the first session I met SC at his hotel. After I walked in and started unpacking my bag he told me that he brought me something to drink. I look on the table and there is an open bottle of vodka and a glass of it was already poured.
That was a huge red flag. A sex worker should never take a drink from a client unless she 100% trusts him. I’ve only accepted a drink from one client in my nine years as a sex worker. (He’s a client of sex worker friend and he likes to have glasses of wine and a snack tray waiting for us when we show up. She’s been seeing him for over a decade so I consider him very trustworthy.)
But a client like SC? No way would I accept an open container of alcohol from him. Clients could easily slip something into a drink that could fuck a sex worker up. I told him flat out I wouldn’t drink it. Now SC is rude and demanding and there’s no use trying to be subtle with the man. When he asked why I told him it wasn’t safe.
The session went ok for a SC session. He still smoked like a chimney, made demands even though he’s “submissive” and grumbled about everything. He ended up drinking the vodka he brought me.
The second session occurred a few weeks later. On the phone he told me to bring some alcohol for myself. “You’re more fun when you’re drunk,” he told me. Now SC has never seen me drunk. I fake drank during the first session with my friend J.
So I decided to fake drink again. The day before the session I bought a half pint of tequila. SC drinks gin and vodka and just didn’t seem like the type to drink tequila. I poured half the pint out and filled it with water.
When I arrived at SC’s hotel and pulled out the bottle he was elated. I noticed as he made himself a glass of gin that he put lots of ice into the glass. I did the same with my drink. I even added some water from the hotel sink into the glass so it was way diluted. SC didn’t complain or even seem to notice.
During the session I just sipped from my glass or wet my lips with the liquid. I didn’t want to spill it down my neck since I still had to drive home. Instead I strutted around the room and poured out the glass whenever I could. When SC would go to the bathroom I’d pour some of it out in a corner or behind the couch. Whenever I’d go check the hotel fan I’d pour some out on the floor. I know that’s wrecking the carpet but the hotel he stays out is not that great to begin with-the room already stinks and the carpet was stained way before I poured out a drop. Still a little crazy on my part.
But I never got drunk nor did I get even a little tipsy. I also had a glass of water nearby that I was really drinking to ensure I could give several golden showers. At the end of the session SC said it was a lot more fun than the last time we got together. “You’re more fun when you’re drunk,” he told me again. I just smiled and agreed.
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Earlier this month I had an in-person session with a regular client. (His kink isn’t important for this post so I’ll call him RC.) He vacillates between a short session and a long one. Now, I never rely on session money. Anything could go wrong and the whole thing could be canceled on a moment’s notice.
But I still think about the money and make mental plans on how to spend it. At first RC wanted five hours. That morning he had called and said he had changed his mind yet again-he only wanted to do two. Going from five to two-ouch!
As I was driving to the hotel I thought about Anna Nicole Smith. I really do think of her as the Matron Saint of Gold Diggers. Though I’m not a gold digger at that moment I felt like one. I wanted my five hour fee! So I prayed to Saint Anna (as a Discordian Pagan this fits my eclectic beliefs). I asked that RC would change his mind and want to do the full session.
Silly? Perhaps. But when I got to RC’s hotel room he told me he wanted to do the five hours. I went into the bathroom to put on my mistress garb and gave a prayer of thanks.
Posted by Vixen as PSO Confessions, Sex Workers at 9:15 PM CST
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For my NYC trip last fall I had packed a new book and was looking forward to reading it on my plane rides there and back. Most of the time I was able to but on one flight I was only able to read a couple of pages before I was interrupted by the person sitting next to me.
He was an older man in late 60s. He was talkative-very talkative. I tried going back to reading several times but his small talk kept being intrusive. It soon became apparent that I’d have to be rude to get him to stop talking.
It was too early in the morning to get that bitchy. Instead I decided to pretend he was a new phone client. During my trip I do any PSO calls, which was fabulous. But I had to get back to it once home. Why not warm up on this guy I thought?
So I became the pleasant listener. During the whole flight we talked about his life-his work, his ex-wife, the divorce, their kids, his travels post-divorce. The plane ride was a couple of hours but it felt much longer. He just went on and on and on. When the flight attendants came by with their beverages he remarked to them that we were having a great time.
He was having a great time but actually I was quite bored. I didn’t have anything in common with the man and his stories soon became repetitive. Still though I played nice. It felt like a game. I was giving the appearance of being completely interested and entertained by this man and he believed me.
None of the conversation was sex related but it still felt like a PSO call. He was a lonely man in search of company. That describes many of my clients. After the plane landed and we were allowed to stand up (I’ll save my airplane gripes for another post) the man turned to me and said, “Wow you’re a great listener”. He was in a great mood.
I smiled and said thank you. Though it wasn’t an entertaining conversation it was a good experience for me. I still had the magic touch baby!
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I was on a call with a regular client. He’s an easy one that likes to do most of the talking. I’ll call him Easy Guy because his calls are pleasant and relaxed. While on the call I was working on a knitting project. The knitting part was done and I was weaving in the ends.
For non-knitters this means I had a darning sewing needle and was sewing in the yarn ends into the knit fabric. Some knitting projects only have a few ends but this one had a ton. In my mind this was a perfect project for a phone call.
The call was going along fine when EG paused and asked me “are you eating something?” This surprised me because I wasn’t. If I were I would have taken steps to hide it-see my post about eating food on calls here.
I told EG that I wasn’t. He said that he was hearing a weird noise. I had no clue what he was talking about so we started up the fantasy again. Then he stopped and said- “There! Did you hear that?”
Uh oh, is he hearing me lick my finger, I wondered. EG asked me if I was eating hard candy. My finger was on my tongue when he asked. To weave in my ends I would lick a finger, rub the yarn end between the wet finger and another to make it pointy enough to go through the needle. I was doing that with each yarn end. In my mind my licking noises were quiet but he picked up on them.
I told him no and went back to the fantasy. But I did stop weaving in my yarn ends. Oops on my part.
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Often clients ask what type of man turns me on. After one call where I gave my honest answer I’ve learned it’s best to tailor my response.
I was still a newbie PSO when a guy asked what kind of man attracted me. (short answer-see Eddie Vedder post) Without thinking I told him-broad shoulders, deep voice, long hair, facial hair, in shape but not overly muscular, the type of man that can split wood and fix a car, kinky, intelligent, well read, politically active and independent, the type of person who purposely lives outside of mainstream culture, funny, tattoo’d, eccentric, artistic.
After I was finished my client said “oh” and then was silent for a few minutes. I knew I had said something wrong. Then he said, “that doesn’t describe me at all”. I tried to backpedal and assure him that I’d be attracted to him. But the damage was done-the rest of the call was tepid. Still, I learned a valuable lesson from it.
Now I’m purposely vague about what I find attractive. My new answer-I like a man who’s submissive, kinky and loves to worship a woman. If I know what the client is into I’ll throw his kinks into my answer. It’s like the question is a request for reassurance. They want to know that I’m attracted to them and that if we met in person they’d have a chance with me.
Occasionally clients send me their pictures. I always find this interesting. Can I see the kink hidden in their face? Sometimes I can. Sissies and crossdressers lips have something about them that set off my kinkdar. Maybe it’s because they wear lipstick? I don’t know. It’s especially interesting if the picture is taken in their house. It’s like I get a mini peek into their lives. I had a crossdresser sent me a picture of himself in his bedroom and I saw a picture of myself on his nightstand. That was neat.
A regular once sent me a picture of himself and wanted to talk about it the whole call. Normally, my clients are all ok looking. They may not be attractive to me but they aren’t ugly. Just not my type. This regular was pretty much the opposite of what I like-short crew cut hair, clean shaven, but most importantly he was a preppie. He looked to be at a political gathering so I asked him about it. Sure enough, he was at some young Republicans fundraiser. He wasn’t attractive to me at all.
I knew that telling him I thought he was cute would sound fake as hell so I took another tactic. “I bet a ton of women think you’re attractive. I bet you get hit on all the time,” I told him. He took the bait and ran with it. He told me of the throngs of women that threw themselves at him. But ultimately they didn’t know of his kinky side so he was still a submissive waiting for a mistress. The call went smoothly after that.
I think of it as stroking their ego. I don’t mean that to sound demeaning. We all like our egos stroked. I appreciate it when guys tell me how attractive I am in my photos and when people tell me how pretty my handknit sweaters are. Compliments feel good.
Some of my clients need reassurance that they’re still attractive to women. Part of my job is to tell them they are. If I gave my real answer to what kind of man I’m attracted to it might alienate them and that’s the last thing either of us want.
Sex Work And Honesty Series
Sex Work And Honesty: Being Childfree
Sex Work And Honesty: Being Too Honest
Sex Work And Honesty: When The Truth Hurts
Sex Work And Honesty: Political Opinions
Sex Work And Honesty: Not Owning A TV
Sex Work And Honesty: The Correct Answer
Sex Work And Honesty: Relationship Status
Sex Work And Honesty: Religion
Posted by Vixen as PSO Confessions at 11:51 PM CDT
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I wrote about my original encounter with SC in my post A Shitty Session.
He called me a week later and asked for another session. This was a surprise because he’s my friend J’s client. Wouldn’t he be calling her? I asked if he wanted to do another double. He said he just wanted to see me. Inwardly I groaned.
I do more single session than doubles. But with a client like SC it’s better to have someone else around. I don’t think he’d attack me. And certainly he’s old and frail enough that I’m sure I’d win in a fight. But his roaming hands and boundary pushing were easier to deal with because J was there. As I was mulling all this over in my head, SC demanded a session the next day.
When I say demand that’s just it. SC said-”Meet me tomorrow in (city) at (time).” There was no question. It was a statement on what I “should” do. Normally I like a week’s notice and said so. This didn’t faze him. I’ll double your fee he said dismissively.
Double your fee. That phrase is tricksy. It’s the middle of summer slowdown so of course I said yes. It’d be a pain but I could rearrange my day. But I was also worried. Wouldn’t SC expect more out of the session? I tried to check in with him-”You just want to do a repeat of our last session?” He doesn’t like to be questioned. His answer of “sure, sure” sounded more like a brush off. I wonder if he used to be a manager or something similar. His tone is one of barking orders.
Mr. Radical and I made our plans for the next day. He’d drop me off and wait nearby. We’d do a safe call. I checked in with my sex worker instincts. I didn’t think SC would hurt me. But I had a strong feeling that the roaming hands would be worse and he’s be a major dick with the time.
The next day I was having my morning coffee when SC called. He never says hello or asks how you’re doing. It’s just him telling you what he wants. “I have to cancel. My business trip has moved a day early.” As I was wrapping my head around all this (I’m not a morning person) SC said “I’ll call you next week” and hung up.
What the hell? Did he really have a change in business plans? Did he just not want to fork out the fee? Who knows. He didn’t call back the next week. My friend J hasn’t heard from him either.
I didn’t know whether to feel disappointed or relieved. I suppose a little of both.
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A few years ago I wrote about a Great Session I did in person. This year I have a perspective from the other end-I had a shitty in person session. (I’ll call the client Shitty Client.)
The session started off promising. My sex worker friend J pulled me in as a second Mistress. We’ve worked together before so I was looking forward to it. Sessions with another sex worker are typically easier and more fun.
SC is a new client for J. She warned me that he’s rather ADD in his desires and a chain smoker. Neither of those things are a deal killer and both of us felt confident in the session.
We got the hotel that day and dressed up in our respective roles-me as the Mistress and her as the Switch. The plan was that we’d both dominate SC part of the time and then I’d dominate them both.
Minutes before showing up SC calls and asks us to go get ice for him. We were already decked out in our session clothes and told him he could get ice when he got here. He complained about that when he showed up. I didn’t think this a big deal at the time but looking back I see it as a bad beginning. But the session had started.
The reason for the ice? SC had brought some whiskey. A quick look at J told me that she was just as surprised by this as I was. I’ve met with clients that have served wine during the session and was fine with it. But this just felt different. He pulled out a flask and demanded cups.
I suppose I should segway a tad and talk about SC’s demands. He had a style of speaking that was very demanding. Even if he was following orders and playing submissive he’d still demand something of us. Again, not a deal killer but it was just another quirk that ruffled my feathers.
Anyway, SC wanted all of us to drink. I’ll drink some wine during sessions, sure. But hard liquor? That didn’t seem like a good idea. J had a real excuse of no alcohol because of medication. But SC made it clear that the session wasn’t starting until one of us drank with him. J and I exchanged glances. I’d drink some of the whiskey.
There is something special about working with another sex worker. During a session we can send messages to each other through nods, winks, nudges, etc. Throughout this session J and I were “talking” this way.
I practiced safe drinking by grabbing the flask before SC could open it. Pretending to faun over the label I inspected the cap to make sure it hadn’t been opened. The sound of the label breaking was a relief. I poured myself a little bit and poured SC more. He picked it up and poured more alcohol into my glass. J fake joked that the Mistress couldn’t get drunk. SC didn’t take the hint and told us we should smoke and drink together first.
Sometimes I took real sips from my cup, other times I just let the whiskey wet my lips. When SC started urging me to drink faster I just let the whiskey spill down my chin and neck while he wasn’t looking. Another time I strutted around the room to show off my skirt and dumped the alcohol down the sink.
While I was handling the liquor, J was dealing with the smoking. She’s a light smoker; I’m a nonsmoker. She lit up with SC who turned out to be quite the chain smoker. He’d smoke one after the other, lighting the new one with the old. I noticed how J managed to smoke less. She mostly let her cigarette burn in the ashtray. When she did pick it up she inhaled lightly. And every time SC put out his cigarette she’d put out hers, even if it was only half way burned. SC would then light her another. By the end of the session my throat hurt from all the smoke in the room.
After settling into the drinks and cigs SC paid us our fee. “Make sure you count this,” he said as he handed us our fees. It was one of those awkward moments-counting right in front of him would be sort of tacky. It looked like the right amount so we didn’t.
SC kept stalling on starting the kink play. We tried to introduce different activities but he’d complain that we were rushing things. Then while drinking he’d complain that we hadn’t started. “I’ve paid you enough for three weeks,” he told us several times. That was ludicrous but we didn’t point it out. The look on J’s face told me she was thinking the same thing I was-he’s going to dick around with the time.
He had wanted golden showers and lots of them. One good thing about the alcohol was that it filled up my bladder fast. But SC wouldn’t get started. Finally I stood up and said I’m peeing NOW and grabbed a container.
Though he insisted on golden showers he balked at being ordered to drink it. My patience was being tried. Why was he being so difficult!?! Once he sipped the glass of pee though he drank it right up.
Another problem started shortly after the first golden shower. SC had roaming hands. Different sex workers have different boundaries. If you go see a stripper there’s rules on where or if you can touch her. It’s the same with a mistress. SC didn’t respect boundaries at all. Over and over he tried grabbing our breasts and asses. I can’t tell you how many times I redirected his hands but I can tell you it was frustrating. He knew what he was doing too. He’d wait until I was distracted with spanking him to try to grab a handful. Eventually I had J hold his hands while I swatted his ass.
Near the end of the session SC started complaining about the time. Dammit, we were expecting that! He said we had 4 or 5 hours with him. I was still thinking of a rebuttal when J took charge. She dropped all pretense of mistress and spoke in her don’t-fuck-with-me voice. She reviewed the whole deal-the fee, the time, the agreed on play. SC tried to protest and she reviewed it again.
He switched tactics. “Well if you don’t want to stay I guess I’ll be here all alone.” Argh!!! One way to quickly piss off a sex worker is to fuck around on the agreed on deal during the session. I was quietly fuming.
We tried wrapping up, even spinning a “to be continued” fantasy in case he wanted to see us again. SC was having none of it. He just pretended that the session wasn’t ending. Again, J took charge. She matter-of-factly told SC we had to get going and started getting dressed in her normal clothes. I followed her lead and got dressed myself.
SC wasn’t moving. “Maybe I’ll take a nap and you’ll play with me when you get back,” he said. We told him that was fine and even pulled back the covers on the bed. It was our hotel room and we were leaving him in it!
We took all our toys and the room keys and left. As we walked to J’s car she said-Oh my God, never again!” I agreed.
When we got in the car I had a feeling we should count the money. Sure enough SC shorted me $60. Not enough to go back and complain but it was just one more shitty thing for him to do. J picked up the hotel tab for me since I got shorted which was a sweet gesture. Sex worker solidarity baby!
I drove by the hotel later that day to make sure SC had left. He was driving out as I was driving in, though I don’t think he recognized me. Ironically, SC asked for another session shortly after this one. Apparently he had “a great time playing with you girls”. That was a surprise to hear considering his actions during the session conveyed the opposite.
Posted by Vixen as PSO Confessions at 11:34 PM CDT
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Sometimes people ask me what call was my worst. I respond with “I once had a call that gave me a nightmare”. (I was sure I had blogged about this before but I just searched my archives and it doesn’t seem like I have.)
I had been a PSO for a few years so had already heard plenty of bizarre things. This client though freaked me out. I’ll call him Worst Caller.
The call started out pretty normal. WC was nice enough and it was a standard sex call. Then he turned it into a kidnap/rape fantasy where we kidnapped a neighbor and kept her in the basement. I don’t like doing rape fantasies but they’re easy enough. Typically the rape victim is the guy I’m talking to and he loves being the slut in the end.
WC then changed the fantasy. He started talking about how he wanted to be violent towards the woman. Suddenly he was describing the most disgusting, violent acts. I don’t want to write the details of it but it sounded like a scene from a horror movie.
This maybe lasted five, ten minutes. But if felt much longer. The creepiness factor was amped up by WC’s cheery voice and his moans. He would tell me some violent detail and then in his chipper voice say “oh yeah” before moaning.
I was stunned into silence. My mouth had dropped open and I just sat frozen in place. “This is not happening,” I kept telling myself. It was just too disturbing. I knew I had to stop the call but I couldn’t find my voice.
He was talking about using knives on different parts of the body when I was finally able to speak. It was more like a squeak. WC said, “Oh. You know, you don’t seem that into this.”
“No I’m not,” I said. My voice sounded hoarse though I hadn’t been screaming.
“Well, why don’t you describe giving me a blowjob so I can get off,” WC said.
In a daze I did just that. It was probably a bad fantasy on my part but I felt extremely uncomfortable. WC came and thanked me in his cheery tone.
After the call I did my notes-writing DO NOT TALK TO AGAIN next to his name.
That night I had trouble falling asleep. The call really troubled me. I had had other extreme fantasies but nothing like this one. Even if I don’t understand the fetish I normally can empathize. Not with WC. His fantasy just sickened me.
The nightmare was a version of his fantasy. I woke up in a panic and the typical night sweats. To calm myself I kept saying “it’s not real” over and over. I got up, washed my face and ate a snack to relax. I managed to fall back asleep but felt like shit the next morning.
I updated WC’s notes with “gave me nightmares”. He was the first client that I decided never to talk to again.
WC didn’t call back and I was glad. For the most part I forgot about him. Occasionally when someone would ask about my worse call I would remember WC. Thankfully I didn’t have any more nightmares.
Three years later WC called me. He has a very distinctive voice and I recognized it. Something about it made me tense. Putting him on hold I looked up his name in my notes. Sure enough it was him.
Though I was disgusted by his fantasy I still thought it was his right to have it. But there was no way I was talking to him again. I picked up the phone and told him that we had talked before; he hadn’t remembered.
When I told him I couldn’t do the call WC asked why. I was vague at first, telling him that I found it upsetting. He persisted though and said we could talk about something else. Finally, I was honest. “You’re fantasy gave me nightmares and I don’t think I can handle talking to you again.”
I wasn’t trying to be a bitch although I’m sure it sounded mean. In a little voice WC said “I’m sorry” and hung up. That’s the last I heard of him.
Posted by Vixen as PSO Confessions at 10:18 PM CDT
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From Wikipedia:
Urolagnia
“Urolagnia (also urophilia, undinism) is a paraphilia in which sexual excitement is associated with the sight or thought of urine or urination. The term has origins in the Greek Language (from ouron, urine, and lagneia, lust).
Those who enjoy urolagnia may enjoy urinating on another person or persons, or being urinated upon. Some participants may drink the urine; this practice is known as urophagia, though uraphagia refers to the consumption of urine regardless of whether the context is sexual. Urolagnia enthusiasts may participate in urolagnia as part of a domination and submission scene, though not all sexual activity involving urine is so.
These activities are often described with the slang terms golden showers, water sports, or piss play. Urolagnia is sometimes associated with omorashi, though in Western culture, omorashi is typically distinguished from urolagnia, with terms such as bladder desperation or panty wetting.”
I never knew the official term for a golden shower fetish was “Urolagnia”.
I’ve done my share of golden showers during in person sessions. There’s something funny about standing over someone to pee. It’s like I get stage fright and just can’t go. Out in nature I can pee without a moments hesitation. If I’m wearing a skirt and no panties I like to do it standing up to feel buff. But when there’s two eyes staring up at me I have trouble relaxing. To get over this I just I drink a lot of water until I feel bloated. With a very full bladder I get the guy in position and let the floodgates open so to speak. Drinking green tea beforehand is the best way to do it. Years ago a client with a diaper fetish told me it’s a natural diuretic and I’ve used it sometimes during sessions.
Typically I have the guy lie down in a tub so I don’t get piss on the carpet. Usually they like to shower off afterward so this position works well. Most guys like to be pissed on their chest or crotch. Those with a strong fetish like me to aim for their mouth.
In person the fetish is lived out in a matter of minutes. On the phone though it can last awhile. Some piss drinkers are shy about the subject. They’ll want to talk about licking my pussy first. When they emphasize that they love all of my juices I take the hint and introduce golden showers. Then we focus on their real fetish.
All of the Piss Drinkers I’ve talked to have been submissive. For the fantasy I’ll tie PD up and piss all over him, coating his hair, face, chest, cock and balls and even his legs in it. In Erectionland my bladder can hold a lot more urine than in real life. Naturally all of my friends are sexy mistresses who love to come over and help me dominate PD. I’ll describe elaborate mistress parties where PD gets to serve as house toilet.
I’ll place PD under a bondage toilet box. There’s a normal lid on top that his head rests underneath. He’ll lay there for hours waiting for another mistress to come in and release her bladder. To switch it up I’ll release him from the toilet box and have him kneel in the center of the living room. A funnel is put into his mouth and the mistresses take turns pissing into it. This fantasy can easily morph into scat play but that’s a fetish post for another day.
Fetish Fridays
Fetish Fridays: Sploshing
Fetish Fridays: Robot Sex
Fetish Fridays: Humiliation
Fetish Fridays: Glory Holes
Fetish Fridays: Shoe Fetish
Fetish Fridays: Achoo!
Fetish Fridays: Tickle Fetish
Fetish Fridays: Doggy Boy
Fetish Fridays: Smoking Fetish
Fetish Fridays: Latex Love
Fetish Fridays: Furries
Fetish Fridays: Exhibitionism
Fetish Fridays: Chastity
Fetish Fridays: Pony Play
Fetish Fridays: Hirsutism
Fetish Fridays: Sploshing Revisited
Fetish Fridays: Interview With A Sissy
Fetish Fridays: Teabagging
Fetish Fridays: Financial Submission
Fetish Fridays: Kidnapping
Fetish Fridays: Blackmail
Posted by Vixen as PSO Confessions, Fetish Fridays at 10:20 PM CDT
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A regular called me recently. He’s normally a very easy call but this time wiped me out. He always calls very drunk so I’ll call him Drunk Ass Man for this story.
DAM usually wants to talk about my ass. We talk about that while he mumbles and drinks even more. Every once in a while he’ll call in a bad mood. When he’s in that mood DAM turns into a huge asshole.
During our call I’d be describing my ass and he’d say “you’re a crazy bitch”. At first it took me off guard and I asked what. “You’re a crazy bitch,” DAM would say again. I would gently remind him that he wanted to talk about my ass. Sometimes he’d settle down and turn nice again. But then other times he’d snap “you’re so full of shit”.
I tried staying calm. Arguing with him would get me nowhere. To make myself feel better I surfed online. The call went up and down. DAM would be nice for a few minutes then randomly turn into an asshole.
“You know I’ve paid you a lot of money over the years just to talk to you,” DAM said. “Yes, you have,” I told him. “But that’s how it works. You have to pay to talk to me.”
“You’re a crazy motherfucker you know that,” was DAM’s response.
I had had enough. I asked DAM why he kept insulting me. DAM asked me what I was talking about. He told me that he hadn’t insulted me. But he just had not two minutes before!?! I repeated his motherfucker comment and he denied saying it.
We were getting nowhere so I dropped the subject and went back to the ass worship fantasy. DAM kept randomly insulting me. I called him on it once more but he just denied having said anything.
Finally, I just ignored his insults. He’d call me a “stupid, crazy bitch” and I’d just go “ok, DAM” and kept talking about his fantasy. We went on like that until out of nowhere DAM hung up.
What was up with him? Was he more drunk than normal? I have no idea.
Posted by Vixen as PSO Confessions at 9:40 PM CDT
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One of my clients likes to remind me of his age every call. “What do you think about fucking a man old enough to be your father?” he often asks me. In honor of that I’ll call him Old Man for this story.
We’re about twenty five years apart in age. I always downplay the age difference and assure him that I prefer older men. OM’s difficulty with accepting his age makes me wonder about myself. How will I react when I’m his age? Will I accept it and age gracefully or will I try to deny it? I like to think I’ll do the former but who can say?
OM loves to give himself an enema while we talk. He describes the whole process-the type of bag, the temperature of the water, the type of nozzle he’s using. He’ll lube up the nozzle and fuck himself with it before opening the valve. I’ll ooh and ahh while he does this. OM will then ask for permission to release the water. As the bag empties into him OM often whimpers. That’s my cue to become stern.
I order him to take all of the enema. “You’ll be caned for every drop of water left in the bag.” Sure it doesn’t quite make sense but it sounds good. OM takes several breaks to stroke his cock.
During these breaks he reminds me of his age. “How does it feel to give an enema to an old man?” he’ll ask. He wants reassurance throughout the call. I tell him younger men can’t take enemas like he can. He likes me to tell him that younger men aren’t as submissive as him. “Older men are so much better to dominate,” I’ll purr.
Most of the time he’s happy with these comments. Sometimes though he’s moody and tries to argue the point. That’s when I bring in my imaginary, eternally nineteen year old, freshman in college friend. She has a fetish for older men and would love to dominate OM with me.
The bag eventually empties into him. After taking all of the water, OM tries to hold it in as long as possible. In the fantasy he has to lick my pussy and make me cum before I give permission for him to release the enema. I give fake moans and then he’s off to the bathroom.
Most enema callers put me on hold when they go to the bathroom to release the water. Not OM. He likes me to hear him expel it. He’ll even hold the phone down to the bowl so I can hear it better. The first time he did this it made me gag. Thank goodness for mute buttons! Now I’m used to his routine and merely turn down my headset so I can barely hear him.
Why does he like me to hear him shit? I have no idea. I murmur words of encouragement during the process. Usually OM jerks off on the toilet. He likes to time his orgasm with expelling the enema. This is pretty common for the fetish I find.
After cumming he again comments on his age. “Not too bad for an old man huh,” he’ll say. I always assure him that he did well.
Posted by Vixen as PSO Confessions at 11:53 PM CDT
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Last month an old client called me (OC). We used to talk frequently but I hadn’t heard from him in over two years. He has a very distinctive voice and fantasy routine so I remembered him quickly.
The first call after a long hiatus is always interesting. Will we jump right back to the old fantasy? Will he surprise me with something completely new? Will he tell me the reason for his absence or just pretend that it hasn’t been that long?
OC went right back to his old fantasy. He has depression and tells me of his miserable life. I learned long ago to not offer advice or sympathy. He only wants me to agree that it’s miserable and that he’s a loser. This can go on for hours.
Most clients stick to their fantasies even if it’s been awhile since we’ve talked. Sometimes there will be a new twist but the overall theme will stay the same. Sissies are still sissies but perhaps they’ve taken to wearing stockings. Cock sluts will still fantasize about glory holes but perhaps they finally got the courage to buy a dildo. Every once in awhile I’ll have a client return with a completely new fantasy. It’s rare though.
I enjoy it when clients tell me the reason for their absence. They don’t have to of course but I like it when they give a glimpse into their real lives. I never push for an answer because it could ruin the mood of the call.
OC hadn’t called because he had been taking care of his ailing father. With other clients I would have commented how that was sweet of him to have done so. Not with OC. That was only more “proof” of how miserable his life was.
Relationship and work changes are the most common reasons for absence. One regular of mine frequently disappears when he gets a new girlfriend. The relationship goes along well until he reveals his crossdressing and bisexual side. He calls me shortly after the break up. I’ve tried suggesting that he look for someone kinky but he seems to only be attracted to vanilla women.
One of my regulars, Cum Guzzler, has had many ups and downs since the economy tanked. I’d say he had a risky job; when times were good, the money was good. But in the past year, his job has dried up. He changed gears and is now working in a completely different field. He doesn’t like his new job but he’s the breadwinner of the family. He hadn’t called for a few months and wanted to explain.
Sometimes a client will forgot that we’ve talked before if it’s been a really long time since we last did a call. Often I’ll comment that we’ve talked before. Guys usually like to know I remember them. But if it’s been a few years I don’t remind him. The best scenario is when an old client calls me who has forgotten we’ve talked before. I quickly look him up in my notes as we’re settling into the call. If he’s into the same fantasy it’s like I’m a mind reader. I know exactly what he wants and give him a fantastic call.
The worst scenario is when a client remembers me and I don’t remember him. I’ll look at my notes and nothing will click. I follow along and try to give a good call. If I’m lucky something he says will remind me of our past call. If I’m not lucky I’ll remember who he is a day or two later when it’s too late.
Posted by Vixen as PSO Confessions at 11:01 PM CDT
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