I still get a jolt when my work phone rings. In the 30 seconds before the caller will be connected I go through a quick (now ritualistic) mental prep-list, which begins with a deep breath, and ends as I give my perfected, sex-kitten “hello”. The anticipation is a rush, and I am, admittedly, a little disappointed if the caller is someone I’ve talked to previously.
New callers bring real challenges, and I enjoy figuring out the puzzle of what each one likes and wants.
Continue reading “Confession”
This is part one, of a five part post, on foot fetishes and the sexualization of feet.
This post took me months to research and write. Ihad a lot of questions, but the deeper I looked for the answers, the more questions I had. It is a complex subject with many variables. The definition is subjective, and information on foot fetishes is limited and fragmented. Most of what has been written comes from the same few data sources, or is based entirely on opinion and personal experience. After tracking down the (overstated, sometimes erroneous) statistics, studies, and theories–I was surprised to discover (scientifically speaking) little is known about foot fetishes. Sorting through the information and slowly putting the pieces together was an overwhelming task.
There were several times I nearly gave up, but in the end I just kept writing…
Continue reading “Foot Love: Part One”
I wrote the following paragraph (and as a result, this post) in response to an interaction I had with a guy in his early twenties. I was irritated by his disdain and lack of understanding, for the men who use my services as a phone sex operator. Continue reading “PSO – S.O.S”
“Are you ticklish Chloe?” his voice was nice, soft, and smooth.
“Not really, sir. I’m sensitive to touch, but not really ticklish,” I replied.
“Chloe, how can you be sensitive to touch and not be ticklish?” his tone was almost condescending.
Continue reading “The Tickler”
I don’t know if it was obvious to those of you that listened to my interview on the CMQshow but I had never done anything like that before.
Even though I was nervous, it felt strangely serendipitous. Continue reading “Cumming on the CMQshow”
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Obviously, I can’t write about every call I take as a phone sex operator. It would take too long and become redundant. It feels necessary, however, to write about my first few callers. These were especially difficult because of my inexperience. Phone sex is completely new to me. Only two weeks separated the time between thinking,
“Do they still have phone sex operators?” and the first night I took calls. Continue reading “This is phone sex? When do I get to cum?”
When my work phone rings……
there is a second of trepidation. I yell out “I love big cocks,” and it works to chase the feeling away. I answer; my voice triggers the computer to engage. A strangely-sexy, computerized female voice tells me it’s my company calling, and to enter my code. After I enter it, the voice states the receipt number for the call. As I write the number in my log book, my hands are shaking a little. I take one last deep breath to calm myself. The operator then tells me the caller has paid for 15 minutes–the minimum, and has also prepaid a tip. The computer connects the call. Then silence…
. . . and this is where the shit gets weird Continue reading “Ambiguous”
There are many things a phone sex operator needs to do this job effectively. I won’t bore you with the mundane office supply type things. Take a minute to consider, that I spend at least half my time on the phone masturbating; even for someone like me, who since puberty has been obsessed with sex and touching myself, it’s a lot. As a PSO, I always have to be on (usually turned on). Sure I could fake it, but I choose not to. It wouldn’t be nearly as satisfying, or as much fun, if I did. Continue reading “Toys of my Trade”
My plan was to record my “call me” messages, and after approval, I would begin taking calls. I really wanted to get the first call out of the way. On some level, I still questioned whether or not, I was capable of being a phone sex operator. I worried about giggling at the wrong moment, not being believable or my nerves getting to me (stage fright). I knew, however, these were only nervous doubts of my abilities, and insecurities.
I only had one real fear going into this job. . .
Continue reading “The Pervert and the Professor- First Night as a Phone Sex Operator-“
This is it, the last step before I can begin taking calls, recording my “call me” message. This is a phone sex operator’s invitation to callers, it needs to be good. Being a successful PSO depends on many things, but when you get down to it, it’s her voice that sells her. I am fairly confident that I have a sexy voice. My only problem is, when I get nervous my voice goes up an octave and I giggle.
I grabbed a pen and paper and spread out on my “phone sex” bed to write a script. I needed to fill 45 seconds, which is not as easy as it sounds. Continue reading “My “Call Me” Message – Becoming a Phone Sex Operator”
Before I could begin taking calls as a phone sex operator, I needed to create a persona. For obvious safety concerns a PSO has to protect certain personal information; anything traceable should be changed. Becky said, “men that call want to feel they know you, so all the fictitious details need to be well established in your mind”. Phone sex work is acting. It’s important for me to be clear on the role I am going to play.
To begin with, I needed to choose a name. Easy, right?
I was ready, I had my name all picked out, it was perfect… Continue reading “Creating Chloe – Becoming a Phone Sex Operator”
After sorting through the information I had collected on the Phone Sex industry, a clearer picture emerged. I checked out dozens of companies, and came away with a list of four which fit all my major requirements. One in particular stood out to me; a smaller company with an excellent reputation. It not only fit my criteria, it also had several additional things I liked, and lucky for me they were hiring. I cleared my head, and analyzed my decision a little more. I wanted to do this. I was as ready to put in an application.
I went to my newly designed, soundproof guest/phone sex room, and shut the door. I’m not prude, by any means, but I recognize taking a job as a phone actress, with no experience, could potentially be a big deal. Anxious, but excited, I re-read the company’s hiring section, and filled out the online application. Pushing send was nerve racking; I kept staring at the box I had checked for bi-sexual, giggling. I had to spend five minutes or so just calming myself down. I pushed send and…
Continue reading “The Interview – Becoming a Phone Sex Operator”