Happy to Oblige

So, it’s been almost a week since I decided to quit smoking. It’s not about my health, it’s more about the fact that being a Strumpet, while hilarious, does not exactly have me rolling in diamonds.

I am a psychopath when I stop smoking. I scream, I rage, I fling. It just never goes well. I wear a nicotine patch while at my day job, but not one at home. So you can imagine what a pleasant human being I am to be around.

So let’s discuss the Pathetic Fuckers.

When I was first hired as a Strumpet, I was asked if I had any Dominatrix experience. Not professionally, but I was willing to give it a shot. She didn’t put me down for it, but said I would get roll over calls, and if I was comfortable with it, I could sign up for more.

I am not entirely comfortable with the hardcore Candle Wax/Nipple Clamps/Ball Gag calls. I don’t get them often, but on the rare occasion I do, I’m googling rapidly to come up with new and wondrous ways to hurt them. I seemingly do a good job, though.

Not every client who requests a dominant woman wants me to break out the Cock Cage, however. I learned early on that just because they say they want a dominant or submissive strumpet does not mean they have even the slightest inkling about the BDSM way of life. Which is fine with me, because leather was made for pants, not face masks.

Pathetic fuckers are not really interested in having sex with me. Which sounds great on paper, but I don’t get off that easily. These guys want to be humiliated and cuckolded.

This can take several different forms. The most common is having me make fun of the size of their penis. I am always highly amused by these, because I had not realized this was going to be a common request. When I first started receiving these calls, the guys would tell me about their 3- or 4-inch cocks, and I, being the silly supportive lying female that I am, told them that was perfectly acceptable, and why, I’ve been with men that size and it was just fine.

It only took me two clients going, “Um…see…” before I got the picture. And then I realized that with calls like these, I get a glorious luxury unheard of with almost every other client type.

I get to laugh.

Not just laugh. I get to giggle, chuckle, cluck my tongue, and full out belly laugh as they describe their ridiculously small cock. I get to tell them how big my previous boyfriend was, how he could make me come just by showing me his 12-inch cock, and how his cocktail weenie doesn’t even register when he tries to flop around on top of me.

Humiliation/Cuckolding calls are similar to this, but with the added bonus of wanting me to bring other men in to show them what they’re doing wrong. First I get to tell them how pathetic they are, and how if they were real men with big cocks, I wouldn’t have to go find some strong strapping well hung man to fuck my brains out while they’re stuck in the corner/chair/closet watching.

It’s probably not surprising to hear that these guys want me to bring home a black man. Stereotypes. My clients live for them.

The requests vary from client to client, but all of my regular client types come into play here. I’m the Abusive Mommy who makes fun of her son’s small cock. I’m the beard for a Closet Case, and what he really wants is for me to bring a real man home and “make him” suck his cock and/or make him ride the other guy’s cock. Some guys just want to eat the come afterwards, but they can’t come right out and ask for it, they need me to come up with the idea. That assists with the humiliation part, as I especially enjoy telling that kind how pathetic they are.

The best part of these calls is the control factor. As I’ve mentioned before, timing is everything with these guys, and with a humiliation call, I get to say when the call ends. There are limits, of course, I can’t push the guys to pay for a 2 hour call if they initially only request a 5 minute block of time. But there’s something about a guy begging to come while I’m watching the clock only hit the 12 minute mark that makes the control freak in me really sing.

If I want to slap around someone who isn’t a Pathetic Fucker, I have to be sneaky about it. They tell me their kinks (or, more commonly, tell me, “I don’t know, what do you wanna do?”), and I work with them, while throwing in a few comments. I refuse to be a cookie cutter Strumpet. I get to hear those when I’m given threesome calls with the other girls. It’s hard not to crack up while listening to them talk about their sexy lacey bra and panties and how much they love orgies and yes, please fuck me hard while you’ve got two dildos in my ass. Really? You’re not going to put up a fight at all?

I guess I’m just a different type of Strumpet.