Now that I have rewritten my Mistress / Dominant / Domme / Domina / FemDom / Toppy / insert your term of choice to indicate “the partner in charge of leading the activities” phone sex listings, and I am happy enough with them for the time being (to refresh your memory, they look like this: http://www.niteflirt.com/ms+galiana), it’s time to start advertising. As I researched options, I found myself posing this question to the owner of a very well-trafficked Domme site: My “unique spin” – if you will – is that I am not a princess-ey bitch; instead, I am a nice, empathetic human being who genuinely enjoys focusing sexual attention on submissive males. I truly enjoy directing them to distraction. Do you think there is [read more...]

I started taking phone sex calls July 15, 2010, a few days after my husband took this picture of me in our kitchen to test the camera on his new phone. I hadn’t yet started writing my first version of my listing, because I didn’t yet know about NiteFlirt, but I had applied with a couple of dispatch phone sex services. I wrote blog posts about my quarter anniversary and my six-month anniversary. Then on July 15, 2011, I completely forgot to write about my 1-year anniversary. When I realized it, two very socially busy days later, I figured I’d wait until my blog anniversary (8/15) and do something then. On July 24, 2011, I got an email, with the subject line, “No?” and content [read more...]
In college, I had a job building sets, doing props, and being stage manager for a local high school, so my car frequently looked like I had just robbed a hardware store. Although I wasn’t in a sorority, I knew a lot of frat guys, and I got asked to formals on a regular basis because I loved to dance and I didn’t get embarrassingly drunk. One day, these seemingly dissociated facts collided: I had picked up my go-to little black dress from the dry cleaners, the one I’d gotten on sale for under $50 and worn four times already, and had loaded in some lumber to build platforms, and on my way down the highway, I thought, “This is exactly me.” It was the [read more...]
My Inner Dialogue has a constantly looping series of thoughts that go approximately like this: Inner Worrier: What if someone finds me through a Mistress listing, and it turns them off to see picture packages of me being submissive? Inner Voice of Reason: Every successful Domme has the same advice: Be yourself. So sometimes we’re submissive, that’s who we are. If it turns someone off, they’re not meant for us. We wish them well elsewhere. Inner Pleaser: We should make a listing specializing in (fill in a fetish I enjoy…)) because those people can’t find us now. Inner Voice of Reason: Creating and updating listings is not our strong suit. We have more than enough to do now. When we’re done with those, we can [read more...]
If you’re here from Reddit, hi! Glad you found me! The best place to start is the cleverly named “Where to Start” page, kind of like a Guided Tour of Galiana: http://galianachance.com/blog/about/ For the rest of you… I’m doing a Reddit IAmA … AMA today. Reddit is… ummm… gosh, how to describe Reddit. If I just send you to reddit.com, it’ll be overwhelming, unless you’re already addicted to it, in which case you will mock others for feeling overwhelmed. It’s like a series of community discussion boards strung together by caffeine, awesomeness, geekery, red and grey robots, and sometimes narwhals and rainbows, but usually less brutal than 4chan. That didn’t really help did it? Well, for example, there’s a section called IAmA, where eople post [read more...]
At the end of “Perfect Mate”, the Star Trek: TNG episode that gave me the phrase “empathic metamorph” (as I describe in nauseating detail here), the empathic metamorph says, “I am for you, Alrik of Val.” By that statement, she means that as an empath, she will know what Alrik of Val will want from her, and as a metamorph , she will transform to meet that need. Her priority will be his needs, not hers, because she is for him. (I know, technically, she’s not a metamorph anymore at that point because she had bonded with Picard, which gave her a high regard for her moral and civic duty, even at the cost of great personal sacrifice, but let’s just gloss over that explanation [read more...]
Dear Galiana’s Inner Slut, Pay attention, girlfriend. The next time someone wants you to tease and sensually dominate him for 45 minutes, DO NOT get distracted getting your damned rocks off and finish up at 35! Just because he started begging at 20 minutes, and you know exactly how it feels to be in that position… you remember when someone saner was in charge of Galiana’s body, and whoever that dumbass was said you could go for an hour of teasing without climaxing, and then 20 minutes in, once you’re completely in charge, and thoroughly fuck-drunk, you were saying things like, “ohdeargod, there’s no way, I’m not gonna make it” and begging to come as if your life depended on it. I know, sometimes you [read more...]
In reality, I never have to apologize for taking a day off, for logging out mid-day to replenish my energy, or for missing a day of blogging. In fantasy land with me being submissive, I obviously need to beg for forgiveness and pretend to pout and protest if you threaten to punish me. Oh no (gasp), not a spanking! Heaven forbid! In fantasy land with me being dominant, I obviously need to reprimand you for not buying pictures of me on MyFlirtStore to keep you company while I was away. Well, all of you except the one who paid to have me featured (thank you, dearest!). The rest of you: Bad bitch. Call to talk about how you can make it up to me. In reality, both [read more...]
Okay, not a thousand. Maybe ten. I have a tiny little problem with hyperbole. I’ve spent the majority of my day working on blog entries. This is the only one I’m publishing today. Pathetic. I have made progress on probably ten blog entries today, but before I hit “publish post”, I’ve either lost interest, gotten distracted, or been unhappy with something about the structure or voice. I’ve critiqued too many short stories and magazine articles to just let it go when I can see that the entry would be stronger if I pulled the damn thing apart and pieced it back together a different way. It feels like I’m writing dozens of short stories. I guess I am. They’re just not fiction. Well. It’s confusing, isn’t [read more...]
When I started being a phone sex operator, I assumed that all my calls would involve sex. What a silly, naive girl I was way back then. Wow, that was only 9 weeks ago. It seems like a whole other life. Inner Drill Sergeant: Back on topic, Chance! Inner Everyone Else: Whatever. Inner Omniscient Narrator: Inner Drill Sergeant has never gotten any other response from the rest of the inner gang, and desperately wants a transfer to a different platoon. In fact, all my calls do not involve sex. There seem to be a few categories of sex-free phone sex calls: Cucks: Well, this category involves sex for someone, just not for the caller. The person calling wants to hear about me as their wife/girlfriend [read more...]