Tan That Hide...

Beaut day today eh! Finally my legs started to catch a little colour. I took a few experimental photo's to see how my body looked. I was pleasantly suprised, so there is hope after all.



I'm catching up with one of my old Sugar Daddies. I still see him every year, but as I have had a boyfriend for the last ten years, I thought going away on sun kissed holidays with the SD was a tad impolite.
However, now said BF understands that I intend to go back to work asap, going away with SD to Cannes would be acceptable.

Wahoo!

I started running yesterday. The keep fit vid was not pushing me hard enough so now I just do the warm up and warm down exercises.

I'm comtemplating putting on a pic of now and a pic in a month to see the difference. With face and all identifying marks hidden of course!

W1...

Roll on the summer sun. I need to get a decent tan if I'm going to be adored and worshipped. Okay, maybe just humped, but still, you can only have milky white skin if you have young, cellulite free thighs.
Working out is going well, I can feel my body changing as the weeks go by. Good Ol' Elle Macphereson! It's her fantastic body sculpting tape from the nineties. Yep, I said the nineties. Yep, I said tape. Thank god I still have a video player!

I'm logged on to the phones as I type. Not many domination calls so far. Probably to early for the sissy sluts. They need to get pissed before they can admit to me, let alone themselves, that they like dick. And I don't mean Dick Van Dyke. Or do I? As I write it, I see the words 'dick' and 'dyke' side by side. Maybe the man is a little darker than we all give him credit for, the Ol' Silver Fox!

Oh how funny, theres a caller on line now wanting to be my sissy slut...
And another. We're good to go, good to go!

My sister just called me from London. She used to live there too, once upon a time. I havent lived there for over ten years, and I do love living here, but I visit London and I get that old pang. Is that just a pang of nostalgia and a yen for the return of my well-spent youth?

I loved living in Soho, absolutely loved it. I stayed in a 'friends' (aka client) small flat in Brewer St for about two years. To say it was an exciting time would be an understatement.

I would only go back to living in London if I could live smack bang in the centre. W1 all the way!

Back to Back Pure Class...

Friends have been bugging me to join Twitter. So I did. Then, thankfully, I realised before I contacted aforementioned friends that I was using an alias and had a link to this rude blog! Now the reaction to that could have been interesting!

Michael Jackson is all over the TV tonight of course. Poor Farrah got sidelined. I'm watching BET right now, they are having a MJ marathon. It's great to see his music back to back, especially the lesser played vids.

Funny how some people come onto this Earth and make barely an impact, while others have a presence that just cannot be contained.

Same Shit, Different Bloke...

This domination chat line stuff can be hard going. It's very repetitive.
It's going okay, but it feels a bit mundane. I've had to dig out my domination info and think of some original abuse to shout at them, something they've not heard before. Right now its the usual key words; 'Pathetic, Maggot Dick, Wimp, My Bitch, and many more. If anyone can give me some suggestions, please email me them!

I also have to think of different situations. They are looking for humiliation, mostly in front of friends (mine).
Okay, I'm typing out ideas as I think of them here, as I have just had some ideas float into my head.

When they ask to be humiliated in front of my friends, I can tell them it will be in front of their friends too. It's only fair.

I can also bring a gorgeous famous person into it, with paparazzi clicking away as the gorgeous actress laughs at the man with the small dick. The photo's will circulate throughout the world for years to come and everyone will know was a sorry little shit he is for the next fifty years.
Epitaph will read; "He made the whole world laugh"

Oh- I just had a caller who I had the pleasure of hanging up on. love that. Occasionaly, a sub calls and tries to get the better of a dom. Mostly, when they do that, they are looking for punishment for being naughty etc, but occasionally a twat just wants to be a twat and 'play mind games' .
Oh how I hate that expression. It's like some idiot thinks he is so intelligent that he can outwit another person by making stupid remarks. Nothing clever about it, a child cn do it by copyig everything you say.

So, this guy started to refuse to do the things I ordered him to do, so I told him I woul dismiss him if he did not follow my rules, and he became petulant and childish, so I hung up.

Actually, he just called back putting on a silly voice, pretending to be posh. OMG, don't these dickheads have anything better to do!

So busy. I put the phone down and it rings almost immediately. Must go, must concentrate.
XX

Oh, just saw on the news Michael Jackson has died. Not too sure how I feel about that.
The internet connection keeps failing which is unusual. I wonder if it's cos the world is logging on to chat about it.
No matter how I feel about MJ, I hope he's in a place where he can find peace.

Summers Central Heating Is On On On...

This is almost sacrilege. I’m sitting on the sun lounger, drenched in heat, cooled by the occasional breeze. Nature is doing its best for me to enjoy this beautiful afternoon.
The trees are whooshing, the pheasants are clucking, the wheat in the field next door is rustling.
And I’m here in the midle of it all, ordering pathetic sissy sluts to drop to their knees and suck a big dick.
They are loving it today, out in droves, they are.
It’s very busy- it must be the heat. It’s taken me nearly an hour to write this much because of their constant interruptions. But at least I am earning good money, and I’m getting a tan at the same time.
I am also working on dialogue and plot of my book, by longhand. I tried to actually write, on the pc, but it’s too hard to build up the momentum, let alone maintain it, with all these interruptions, so I'm just jotting down ideas of who I want to say what.

This weeks goals are to write in this blog every day, and to do a couple of pages of my book, at least.

I want to log on and take calls as much as possible, as I want to see what my maximum earning potential is.
Its been a long time since I had no job but the telephone sex. About six months after I started being a telephone whore, I began to ride horses again, and worked in various stables etc. Then I took a pub job or two, and I’ve also done some cleaning. The telephone job became a part time earner.
Now I’ve joined the domination lines, the calls are pouring in, so I have taken the week off pub and cleaning jobs, and I have no other commitment, just to see what I can earn.

I cant seem to find any decent escort agencies in Hertfordshire (except the one I wanted to join) so I may be stuck with sitting at home, logging on.

Not too bad really, esp as I have discovered that I can get a phone signal round the side of the house, where I have privacy and no one can hear me. I can lay in the sun, tend my garden or sit and write (or think up plots and conversation)

I’m taking a quick break to finish this page, then I shall put some tanning lotion on my back and lay on my front and balance the tan.

I know, I know, I hear all the warnings too, but you know, I am sick of being pasty white, or fake tan orange.
I want to be bronze again!
The only problem with working outside on the laptop is I cant see the blimmin curser so I have to use the keys.
What a hardship, eh!

Hope you are all having a good day in the sun. If not- have a nice summer evening and eat out.
xx

Didn't Your Mother Teach You Any Manners?...

Honestly, the way most blokes talk on the 'phone is gobsmacking. They wouldn't dare talk like that to a real life lady. Maybe only on a Night of Hot Sex, because that falls into the realms of having porn type sex and both getting into it. But to be as nasty as they are on the lines? I doubt it.

There are a few who I allow to talk to me in a demeaning way, because I know they are fulfilling a fantasy. They introduce themselves beforehand. They have manners, social skills and intelligence above that of a sulky teenager who watches too much porn and smokes too much dope. Afterwards they laugh and say "that was good, eh!". They are polite. They say goodbye before they go.

But for the others it's different. It defines them. They are rude from the second they speak to the second they go.
Everything is 'shove' and 'stick up'. It involves all four fingers, their or my whole hand, massive dildo's, slapping. It's all so brutal. It's because it gives them complete anonimity. They can be how they truely want to be. It's so anti social, the fuckers.

I like being on the Mature line. I tell them 'Listen to me, no body shoves or sticks anything up me. I'm an older woman and I know what I want, and I want things to slide and glide before the jungle fucking starts"

Most of them snap right out of their vicious frame of mind and remember their manners. They still have a good call and get their rocks off and plenty come back for more.

And those that choose to hang up because they want to abuse me, well they can just piss off and call a sub.
Dickheads. You are what you eat.

My Tea Is Cold...

Oh good grief another talker. I truely have hardly said a word! I think he is one of those social misfits actually. He seems unaware that he's constantly talking, mainly about rubbish, thinking he is enlightening me about life and technology. Dickhead.
Oh god he's still babbling 32 minutes later.
Now 38 mins later.
Still talking...

My tea is cold. Arsehole.

I just hung up on him. Not supposed to but we had been talking for 40 mins, and the system is supposed to cut out after 30something mins, so I always get suspicious that its a hacker.

Got to go and make another tea now.