buzzkill client
Here's some TMI for all y'all.
I have started doing calls again because I need to generate some vacation spending cash. This is not the worst thing I could be doing for extra money, but ya know, I forgot that people are basically a pain in everywhere. Really.
So client says he wants to know what will make me NOT ... aw fuck, Imm hafta put this under a cut, huh? Fuckit.
Client wants to know "real" details. ((Dood, even when I am doing a call as my 'real' self I am still playing a character, duh. I am profoundly NOT telling you real details of my life, even the real stuff is hazy enough to be not real)) So I spin him some story about what I look like and what I do in my day job and whatnot. He was very impressed with how hard I came the last time we did a call together. ((um, yeah, Actress Here, duh)) "But what really turns you off, what will keep you from coming?" he asks. Like an idiot I tell him. Shit. Shit totally makes me lose all illusion of sexual excitement. It really does.
Now, for those of you not in the know with phonesex lines, you don't actually HAVE to be doing anything while on the phone with a guy. Do you know how many calls I have done while playing solitaire on the muted computer?? Watching a rerun of Law&Order with the sound off?? Yeah. And the most amazing things around the house will provide the needed sound effects. Slapping a bare waterbed mattress for spanking. Pouring one glass of water into another for watersports. Creativity with smacking slurping lolipops. Yeah, like that.
So it isn't as if I was ACTUALLY participating in the affair.
But there is a headspace for doing a call, for entering into the sort of long drawn out and very detailed scenario that this client likes to engage in. (as opposed to the 15 minute quickie call with a guy who just needs you to uh huh and uh uh in the right places, so to speak) And this particular guy is a total passive aggressive control freak and a half. He says he is a switch, but in reality he is a Top that Tops from the Top and from the bottom. Not as annoying as some I have talked to, and he is charming, so I will put up with his little games. That is the game, after all.
So I am in the flow of the story and while I am not doing all the things he thinks I am doing, or that I am telling him I am doing... I am faking it pretty well. Until he gets to the shit. Godsdammit. It is not as if I was justonthefuckingedge of coming and am missing a real orgasm, but I just lose the ability to play. Dammit. So he breaks character and says in his (and it IS a VERY sexy voice) very sexy voice "are you wet and stroking." No. And I can't even lie at this point I am so actually physically nauseous. GAH! It has been way too fucking long since I had to act out repugnant scenes on the phone if I can't lie anymore. Fuck this!
Happily, I managed to turn the conversation and sound all hot an bothered again soon enough and still managed to let him think I am just all sorts of excited to talk to him again in the morning.
That is how the game is played. You use what you know against your opponent, that is how this guy sees things. (after nine years I know way too fucking much about this guy, and he thinks this is the first time we have ever talked. What?! I know) I forgot that for a moment. I have no idea what happened to him in his formative years that makes him need to do a freeze job on every clit he meets, but there is some serious underlying hostility toward women there buried in him. And he thinks he loves women. That may be the saddest part. He doesn't recognize his need to humiliate the woman in his fantasies is hiding his fear of what he perceives as her power and in her subjugation he reclaims, however falsely and temporarily, his masculinity he feels he lost. Yeah, that is my take on it.
Results:
NOTE TO SELF, when making up lies for clients, be SURE that the thing you tell them is a trigger to totally turn you off is NOT THE ACTUAL TRIGGER! Dumbass. Breaking Character on the phone job is really REALLY not classy, dammit.
Also:
If you feel the need to flag this you shouldn't be reading my journal anyway, it is full of adult language and situations and subversive ideas and bullshit. You probably shouldn't be up this late either. Put Daddy's magazines and Mommy's toys away and go to bed.
I have started doing calls again because I need to generate some vacation spending cash. This is not the worst thing I could be doing for extra money, but ya know, I forgot that people are basically a pain in everywhere. Really.
So client says he wants to know what will make me NOT ... aw fuck, Imm hafta put this under a cut, huh? Fuckit.
Client wants to know "real" details. ((Dood, even when I am doing a call as my 'real' self I am still playing a character, duh. I am profoundly NOT telling you real details of my life, even the real stuff is hazy enough to be not real)) So I spin him some story about what I look like and what I do in my day job and whatnot. He was very impressed with how hard I came the last time we did a call together. ((um, yeah, Actress Here, duh)) "But what really turns you off, what will keep you from coming?" he asks. Like an idiot I tell him. Shit. Shit totally makes me lose all illusion of sexual excitement. It really does.
Now, for those of you not in the know with phonesex lines, you don't actually HAVE to be doing anything while on the phone with a guy. Do you know how many calls I have done while playing solitaire on the muted computer?? Watching a rerun of Law&Order with the sound off?? Yeah. And the most amazing things around the house will provide the needed sound effects. Slapping a bare waterbed mattress for spanking. Pouring one glass of water into another for watersports. Creativity with smacking slurping lolipops. Yeah, like that.
So it isn't as if I was ACTUALLY participating in the affair.
But there is a headspace for doing a call, for entering into the sort of long drawn out and very detailed scenario that this client likes to engage in. (as opposed to the 15 minute quickie call with a guy who just needs you to uh huh and uh uh in the right places, so to speak) And this particular guy is a total passive aggressive control freak and a half. He says he is a switch, but in reality he is a Top that Tops from the Top and from the bottom. Not as annoying as some I have talked to, and he is charming, so I will put up with his little games. That is the game, after all.
So I am in the flow of the story and while I am not doing all the things he thinks I am doing, or that I am telling him I am doing... I am faking it pretty well. Until he gets to the shit. Godsdammit. It is not as if I was justonthefuckingedge of coming and am missing a real orgasm, but I just lose the ability to play. Dammit. So he breaks character and says in his (and it IS a VERY sexy voice) very sexy voice "are you wet and stroking." No. And I can't even lie at this point I am so actually physically nauseous. GAH! It has been way too fucking long since I had to act out repugnant scenes on the phone if I can't lie anymore. Fuck this!
Happily, I managed to turn the conversation and sound all hot an bothered again soon enough and still managed to let him think I am just all sorts of excited to talk to him again in the morning.
That is how the game is played. You use what you know against your opponent, that is how this guy sees things. (after nine years I know way too fucking much about this guy, and he thinks this is the first time we have ever talked. What?! I know) I forgot that for a moment. I have no idea what happened to him in his formative years that makes him need to do a freeze job on every clit he meets, but there is some serious underlying hostility toward women there buried in him. And he thinks he loves women. That may be the saddest part. He doesn't recognize his need to humiliate the woman in his fantasies is hiding his fear of what he perceives as her power and in her subjugation he reclaims, however falsely and temporarily, his masculinity he feels he lost. Yeah, that is my take on it.
Results:
NOTE TO SELF, when making up lies for clients, be SURE that the thing you tell them is a trigger to totally turn you off is NOT THE ACTUAL TRIGGER! Dumbass. Breaking Character on the phone job is really REALLY not classy, dammit.
Also:
If you feel the need to flag this you shouldn't be reading my journal anyway, it is full of adult language and situations and subversive ideas and bullshit. You probably shouldn't be up this late either. Put Daddy's magazines and Mommy's toys away and go to bed.