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I’m Ready For My Direction

I felt like this gentleman must have pre written the scene he wanted us to play out. The start of the conversation was a little like a business meeting. He explained to me in detail his fantasy scene by scene, moment by moment.

I asked him questions, and he answered them. He seemed appreciative that I wanted to clarify things and get this fantasy right for him, but was obviously a bit nervous as well. He let out a big breath once he was done walking me through what he wanted to have happen, “ohhhh, oookaaay. So, do you think we can do that?”

I told him of course we could!
All he wanted was for me to pretend that I was his wife, I was out of the house for the night and he was in our room trying on my clothes. I would forget my purse or something, come back to our room to get it and then catch him in the act. I was instructed to be mad at him, yell at him, call him names, and then tie him up and punish him. Easy enough. We were never to have sex in the scene. I was just told to get more and more disgusted at how me yelling at him and punishing him made him hard. Rock hard to be exact.

This was by far one of the lease weird calls I have gotten so far in terms of subject matter, but I have never felt so odd saying to a stranger on the phone, “okay go into our room, I’m going out,” waiting like a full minute in silence with him one the phone before I yelled, “HONEY WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING?!?”

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The fictional play is based on a blog I wrote while working as a phone sex operator and I did that job over 15 years ago.

The blog you’re looking now.

Even then friends thought phone sex was kind of light and fluffy – how can there be any money in that? It already seemed old fashioned. A friend told me, he assumed I must have been lying and just didn’t want to admit that I was camming. I think that says more about what he was googling than where the money is in online sex work. 

I wasn’t lying and it wasn’t light and fluffy. You might assume now – 15 years later – phone sex… NOW it must be old fashioned. It must be a thing of the past like your  landline – the things that people wanted to talk about then they still want to talk about now. They are the things that often (hopefully) the closest you get to them are only in your mind. 

The blog was bad. It is bad… I’m cringing while rereading it now.

It was anonymous. My daily views were like zero to two. I sent it to a couple of friends who just expressed their concern for me and how they read some of it, but they weren’t able to keep reading it. 

One day, my phone was going a little berserk, and I was getting notification after notification. I freaked out. I went online and I saw that a more popular blog had found mine and reblogged it and in less than 24 hours it had been viewed like over 10K times. I logged on and I made it private so that no one could look at it. I know 10K doesn’t seem viral by today’s standards… I mean, I posted my mom on Tiktok and she got over 8 million – but it was different then and at the time, 10K in a day was way too much. Why put something online, if all you do once people look at it is hide it? I wrote quickly and badly. And I was writing honestly… and honestly… I…