So, I am a Phone Sex Operator. I love my job… can hardly call it a “job” because it is such a delight to talk with the guys/gals/them. Part of my job is texting with the folks who cannot talk out loud for privacy’s sake. I’ve written about climbing onto the Internet on New Year’s Eve 1994 and that I chatted almost exclusively for about 2 years… before I even knew I had an email address or what email was. I have been an avid chatter ever since.
My job is essentially storytelling… verbally mostly, but also written; weaving scenarios that drive the person to pleasure, with or without orgasm. I have a blog in the job, too, doing the same thing, telling the tales that my character experiences (she is much of me). I take the unfolding of a story very seriously and because I have been a raconteur my entire life, I am able to have an awesome time doing it.
My recent story here, Nap-gasm, is a good example of how I not only draw pictures with my words, but draw the reader into the experience.
I watched you struggle more. Sweating more… grunting… but trying so hard to control your cock.
You slowed down and I chuckled out loud as you did.
But you kept up the upward slide onto my clit and my own orgasm was building, your struggle driving me closer. You were pouring sweat, dripping onto my belly… and I felt my orgasm just beginning.
I began to fall… right into your eyes… and you felt me… my contractions gripping your cock…
…and I gasped, “Cum now, my fawn.”
C’mon, Cybersex Isn’t Real!
I think the sexy chat experience depends on being able to suspend reality, pulling the imagination into the forefront, in order to “feel” what is happening. An avid reader of anything sensual (including my beloved Outlander) can attest to the written word’s ability to titillate and stimulate. This is a similar experience, but in a much more focused and condensed time-slot.
Not everybody agrees, however, that cyber-touching is as mentally-emotionally tactile as real life.
Jordan Belamire, an author, explains how she was virtually assaulted while playing QuiVr with the HTC Vive in “A woman was groped in virtual reality. Here’s how men reacted.“
Before Jordan Belamire could say hello, the man was rubbing her chest. When she said “stop” and ran, he chased her, reaching out and pinching. He even shoved his hand at her crotch and grabbed at her. “There I was,” Belamire wrote, “being virtually groped in a snowy fortress with my brother-in-law and husband watching.”
Many had fits about her claims, mostly men, saying she was nuts to think that was remotely real.
I, however, believe her.
Instead of describing it, I thought I would show you. I have permission to share this entire exchange and it has minimal changes for clarity and consistency.
Me: the Domme
he: my submissive, who writes his pronouns in lowercase as a sign of deference, a common Internet written shorthand for showing one’s station. he also writes my pronouns in capital letters (Your) for the same reason. I will put his words in italics to make reading easier.
Words with an asterisk on either side represents an action. *smiling* is an example… it means the person is smiling, often in real life (irl). Asterisks are also used to emphasize a word in the middle of a sentence. You will see the difference in context.
Words in parentheses are when he and I speak out of Scene… still Domme and sub… but we use it for clarity of instructions or to check in with how each other is doing.
- Me: so I want you to come over to my house… you are expecting to do some heavy work for me… maybe the lawn. So as you knock on the door… I open it and in my large living room you see a gaggle of lovely women.
- he: my eyes widen as i see the ladies
- he: i lick my lips
- Me: you can see some naked by the pool…
- he: my eyes drink in the beautiful women
- Me: and I turn to you and ask you to please remove your clothes and put them in the box in the closet (you know the routine well)
- he: i begin to strip and i fold my clothes neatly… naked, feeling eyes on me and loving this being right where i belong
- Me: I watch and nod my approval at your actions… “That’s my good boy,” I tell you
- he: “Thank You Mistress.
“Thank You so much.”
- Me: I grab your wrist and pull you with me into the living room
- he: i follow happily
- Me: I then plop you down on a leather chair, knowing full well the wet marks you will leave there and the pulling flesh when you get up
- he: i sit and feel the leather on my naked flesh
i look around a little
- Me: I take your legs and nudge them apart (it doesn’t take much for you to open them delightedly yourself… I have told my friends to watch your whorish ways)
- he: i spread wide
showing off my most intimate parts
- Me: they all laugh seeing exactly what I told them to watch for
- he: i blush a little as they laugh
but i love it
- Me: my girlfriends… they are looking at you… and I start asking them questions about their tastes in a man… a *submissive* man
“Do you think he has what it takes?” I ask.
They take turns
“Well, it looks like he has a lot of muscles.”
I turn to you and tell you to show your thigh muscles
- he: i obediently flex my thighs moving my legs to show off different parts
my quads bulge up
- Me: “Oh, yes,” that woman validates… “Yes… they do look strong!”
One asks if she can see your back please
I turn to you and nod
- he: i stand and turn to give a full view of my back. i flex and pose for the woman’s request
- Me: she claps her hands once and says, “Dayum!”
I then run my right hand down from shoulder to just above your ass
- he: i smile
i purr softly
- Me: I lean over to you and say quietly… “While you are up, my love… show them that ass of yours… how much muscle you have there, too.”
- he: i flex my ass
- Me: as you begin your presentation, I move my hands as if to present your ass to the group as a prize
- he: the muscles tightening
- Me: one woman sighs and asks how you are at fucking
I smile and say: “Fucking awesome.”
she says she can imagine that with muscles like that
- he: i smile from ear to ear as i am discussed
- Me: I slap your ass and tell you to sit down
- he: i gasp and sit back down
- Me: a couple of the women that were out by the pool come in and drip all over the floor
I hand you a towel and ask you to please dry the floor
- he: i crawl on hands and knees and dry the floor diligently
- Me: I tell the women… “See how obedient he is?!?”
- he: working the towel in short quick movements
- Me: one points out the muscles you are using as you wipe the floor
a couple of others murmur they see, too
“When the floor is dry, take the dirty towel to the laundry, please.”
- he: i finish
i rise and carry the towel to the laundry
- Me: as you exit the room, you hear us all laughing and talking softly, almost in whispers
you hear me… then they all chime in…
I laugh, they laugh after
as you reenter the room… you ask permission
- me: “Mistress may i reenter?”
- Me: we stop abruptly and sober up… “Yes, my cub… you may reenter…
come sit in the chair again.”
- he: i walk back in and sit on the leather chair once more
- Me: “So… we have a bet going, my sweet boy…
we have cast lots on the speed of which you can orgasm.”
- he: i listen quietly
- Me: “I have the bets down here on this paper… and I’ll tuck it in the drawer… so… the question is: HOW would you like to orgasm… do you need any toys? implements? How can you best achieve a fast orgasm?”
- he: i swallow and think a moment
- Me: (and I want to know irl)
- he: i believe if i fuck a woman while my ass is fingered i will cum the fastest
- Me: no no no
the room laughs
“He IS a slut!!!!!” “He thought he was going to get to fuck someone?!?!”
- he: *blushes so red i look like i want to crawl in a hole*
- Me: I laugh so hard and touch your cheek gently
“Greedy, greedy boy.”
- he: i am trembling as You touch my cheek
- Me: (that was classic)
- he: (sorry Mistress)
- Me: (NO!!! I couldn’t have scripted it better! It was fucking PERFECT!!!)
- he: a lot of lube on my hand focusing of my cock head and a plug in my ass would make me cum quickest Mistress
- Me: *laughing at how fucking hilarious you are sometimes*
- he: (thank You Mistress, i’m glad )
- Me: “Okay… and will you just think/daydream? No visual stimulation necessary?
- he: “Visual stimulation would make me cum faster Mistress”
- Me:”Hmmm… so if we turned on the big screen… would it help to watch some porn then?”
- he: “Yes Mistress it would help… it would turn me on more and i would cum faster.” *words seem to spill out of my lips*
- Me: I grab the remote and flip the tv on… channel, please? “What specifically… the tv can go anywhere with your voice.”
- Me: the ladies are refilling their drinks, going to pee real quick
they are coming back and getting settled… some eager to see what you are going to choose… hoping it will make you cum fast and hard.
- he: i request nurse porn, a busty curvy woman in a stereotypical naughty nurse uniform is checking on a male patient and she is quickly discovering his cock needs attention
- Me: on the tv… comes exactly what you describe! and the women kick off their shoes, curl their legs under them… some have removed their tops… everyone getting comfortable to watch The Show
- Me: I get you off the leather chair and bring you to a wooden chair with a dildo attached to it… not even suction-cupped…
- Me: I have paused the video until everyone, you included, are situated
- he: i grin lustfully… i am eager
- Me: I then lube your ass with my right hand… then nudge you down and center you… and say “Down, boy.”
- he: i sit on the cock, slowly feeling it push in my hole… stretching and i moan as it enters
- Me: a couple of the women laugh and clap and ask loudly… “And THAT is going to help you cum faster?!?!” *laugh laugh* you see them leaning over to slap each other playfully, their breasts jiggling nicely
- he: my eyes dart from the tv to the women… it is all so much… i slowly rock back and forth impaling myself on it
- Me: I then turn you so you can see the big screen over our heads… you squirming on that cock like my good slut
- Me: “Okay… I have the stopwatch.”
- he: i am moaning
- Me: (now… for real… I want you to try and cum fast. You play with me, but when you need to go cum… just type now so I can stop time. Understood?)
- he: (yes Mistress understood)
- Me: *laughing and clapping delightedly* “Okay… is everyone ready?!?” the girls scream “YES!!!!!!!!!!!! Fucking get started already!”
- Me: I turn to you… lean down… kissing you lovingly… and have the stop watch in my hand… and whisper to you: “GO.” *click of the stopwatch*
- he: i stroke hard… fast… immediate… i’m bouncing… and stroking
- Me: the girls are SCREAMING!!!! “GO! rock on that dick!!!! FUCKING GO! Look at him!!!”
- he: strokes and moans
- Me: everyone is howling, critiquing your style… “HARDER!” “FASTER!” “GRIP IT LIKE THIS!” Everyone has a comment.
- Me: I stand next to you with the stopwatch… hand on my hip just watching
- he: moanssssssss
- Me: “Oh! he makes NOISES, too?!?!” *laughing and clapping all around* “C’mon SLUT!” someone yells… none of us can see nor care about the tv…
- Me: I start tapping my foot… hand holding the stopwatch in your peripheral vision
- he: ii stroke close
- Me: someone screams “DAMN, I DIDN’T WIN!!!!!!!!!” “Fuck!” someone else yells… others are hollering their time is coming up… “HURRY UP!!!!!!”
- Me: I just snicker softly… you hear me… and I now start shifting side to side… tapping my foot… hand on the stopwatch
- he: now
- Me: “GO!”
He disappeared for a few minutes to go orgasm. I wrote: *laughing my head off* that was fucking HILARIOUS and so much fun I can hardly stand it.
I have found the longer the experience with chatting online, the more imaginative the mind. Voracious readers are also delightful to play with. It is easy for me to wend my way with and through scenarios with someone who can play with words; written jousting with intelligence and vocabulary.
Gotta go… another session starting soon!