Apr 112013
Coercion Play

My Coercion Role Play at Kinky Kollege Spring Break 2013 The names have been changed so I can blog anonymously, but if you wish to identify yourself, please do! To fully understand what transpired, and still remain anonymous, I’m going to alter some historical details of my life: I’m going to pretend that I used to be involved in the data mining industry before I got debilitating vertigo (I wasn’t, but it was a similar technical industry), and I’m going to pretend that I did a data mining presentation at a conference which was heard by Christian Rudder of OKCupid’s awesome data-mining blog (I didn’t, but someone at least that influential in my actual industry did hear me speak), and that Christian not only said [read more...]

Jun 202012
Impregnating Galiana

From an animal, biological perspective, it makes sense that people fantasize about getting a woman pregnant. The sex drive was created for creation, after all. Planting your seed deep inside to start a new life with your imprint… it’s a primal urge. In case you’re wondering, no, I don’t have kids. As far as I know, I’ve never been pregnant. I have, however, used dozens of pregnancy tests when circumstances were theoretically right to make the plus sign, but I always got a minus. In reality, since I got vertigo, I’m grateful it never happened. Kids are wiggly buggers. But in fantasy, none of the potential disadvantages of a pregnancy surface: no child support, no lifetime of contact with a crazy baby mama, and no [read more...]

Sep 062011
Tell Me You Love Me

I just realized, just this moment, that there is a phrase I utter in my fantasies, in my mind, all the time, that I can hear echoing in my head as the prelude to almost any self-arousal, and as an essential part of any masturbation, but I have never uttered it during phone sex: tell me you love me Late at night, when I start getting sleepy and snuggly, and I take a deep breath and listen to my body, those words echo through my mind before I know where they will lead, but they set the stage. tell me you love me I worry about being manipulative, even though I know sometimes I am, by the nature of the business. But I have lines [read more...]

Aug 182011
Chastity, Tease, and Ballbusting mp3

Imagine you’re sitting in a rattan chair with a hole cut in the seat, you are naked, and your balls are exposed through the rattan. Now imagine I am there with you, and I want to have a bit of a chat about a few of my favorite topics. And by “chat” I mean: I talk, calmly, rationally, and steadily, while you listen. And by “a bit” I mean: For a little over 23 minutes. And by “a few of my favorite topics” I mean: Male orgasm control, tease and denial, ruined orgasms, ball busting, and the unfortunate consequences of you having a small penis. This audio file was custom ordered to help a caller reinforce his ongoing chastity for me. It was March 27th [read more...]

Aug 172011
The Cat Came Back

September 12, 2010 – almost a year ago – was the last I heard of Inception guy from my Heartbreak II post. Eleven months later, on August 12, 2011, he called me again. So much has changed with my internal landscape. When he found me last year, I was just starting out. I was learning my limits. I was expanding my horizons. I was exploring undiscovered countries in myself, boldly going with callers where no man had gone before, time and time and time again. And now, while I don’t feel jaded, with hundreds more hours of phone time under my belt, I do feel prepared, educated, and perhaps a bit better equipped to care for myself. During the year, I had found him on [read more...]

Jan 152011

After writing this Openly Manipulative blog post about how I use follow-up notes to entice callers, I finally managed to get through them yesterday. Last night, I got a late-night call from a role-play enthusiast who normally sets up “Oh gosh, we shouldn’t but… maybe… just this once…” kinds of fantasies with me. A little raunchy, a little rough, and always fun. No set-up last night. He had been to a stag party, and had been drinking heavily. When he came home, he saw I’d sent him a follow-up email and went to check it. In his words: “I had whiskey dick in the worst way until I saw your gorgeous self, your head leaning back off the bed, with that dildo about to slide [read more...]