Is it still "arrogance" if I really do know better than you?

As always it's been much too long since I blogged last, but then again, is it my fault that I'm always having to much fun spending all your cash on life's little luxuries? HAHA!  Of course it isn't!  But you know me, I always gravitate back here when I have something that I know I just *have* to share....


So, a recent conversation I had with a rather sexy lady who has a fair degree of experience in aspects of sex and sexuality (not one of my callers as it happens this time) asked me an interesting question...she asked whether I thought there was a single, common, attribute that attracted most of my callers to me.

So I said:- "Yeah totally, it's my sexual confidence, baby! Haha!"
OK, ok...so we know it's true, but I'm only teasing.
 
My little quip is *of course* true; after all you can't expect to get people off on the phone without having a broad interest in sex and sexuality, and that interest fundamentally comes from the same place for everyone, it taps into some primal sexual drive in all of us, and I am very good at tapping into it (check out my feedback if you doubt it!)!

And I'm straight; guys don't do it for me physically, *but* that doesn't mean that I don't get a kick out of dominating a guy, having him whimpering in submission, or begging for release, or putting himself at my disposal to be played with in whatever ways I decide would be the "best" for him to be played with.

Equally, when I'm speaking to girls, I read that situation too, and make the decision as to what would be the "best" way to take things there....

And then it got me thinking.... it's *that decision* which is the common ground between; my ability to read a situation and make a decision, and most importantly, sexualise that decision for whoever I am speaking to.

I see alot of ads for guy's offering phonesex who claim to be the real deal, talking about their arrogance and cockiness, even maybe playing on the fact that they are "dumb jocks" that are a whisker away from being bullies.  I can understand that, if you are looking for a quick mono-dimensional fix, something like that might press the buttons.

But what makes my callers, and my phonesex calls different is that my arrogance is backed up by real mental (and physical) muscle, and then, when we connect, and you hear my voice, you realise that the fantasy of speaking to someone more powerful than you has just become a reality.

Take a message I just got from Drew for example:

"i hate when you are online at a time I cannot call...makes me think about trying to deny my need and you just making it so obvious to everyone"

...this is a guy who understands that the reality of *his* situation is that he is totally addicted to the sound of my voice....and he LOVES it.

So there's the question: is it still "arrogance" if I really do know better than you?

...If I know better than you how to press your buttons, if, once you share a little of your world, a little of your fantasies and fetishes....if... at that point, I pick up those little threads, and I start out in a different direction than the one you had expected... and I start to weave those threads...and you find yourself drifting into a heart pounding, throbbing, pulsating sexual adventure that takes your breath away, and leaves you wondering how the fuck this guy just managed to get so deep inside your head and blow your mind so comprehensively!!

Well, that's what I'm going to do if you give me the tiniest chance, you have been warned! HAHA!

So in answer to the sexy lady's question - I'd say "Arrogance, backed up with ability, imagination and genuine commitment to the task in hand!" [Pun, intended]

I'll be on line for a few more hours now, so if you think you might have something you'd like to explore, and you are ready to treat yourself to a little intensity... then CALL ME!

Control and power exchange

As many of you will have seen in my previous few posts I've been sharing my thoughts about a few different fetishes, over the last few months, and I've been having had a little break from keeping you up to date with the more day to day stuff that's been going on with me here, however, I have a perfect opportunity to do a bit of both just now!


As many of you will have seen in my previous few posts I've been sharing my thoughts about a few different fetishes, over the last few months, and I've been having had a little break from keeping you up to date with the more day to day stuff that's been going on with me here, however, I have a perfect opportunity to do a bit of both just now!


Just recently I've been enjoying a string of calls, from different callers, each with very different fantasies (and since none of them have mentioned my blog in conversation, I'm not going to name any names) but, suffice it to say, that I've had some imaginative scenarios to sink my teeth into, and had the chance to programme and reprogramme some receptive, subbie minds and conjure up some situations and expriences for callers that they have enjoyed.... and, sometimes, even opened doors for them that they might not have realised where there (don't believe me, check my feedback!).

It occured to me though, that throughout these calls, which I have to tell you were a little longer than your stereotypical 5 minute dial-and-blow calls (hey!... not judging, just making the distinction! Haha!)...throughout these calls... there was that feeling of exchange. 

The fantasies evolved.   Each element of the session, whether it was a dirty phone domination session, or more of an interactive narrative where the details of the scenario had the time to express themselves ..the result was an exploration of the topic in hand...which, ok, I always lead...but it's just the way I role!

After all,  if you call me, it's becasue you need a break from taking the lead right? Right!

...And, of course, when you chose to call me, it's because you need a straight, dominant, REAL man, who just happens to have the intellect and imagination to express himself, and the sexual confidence to step outside of the "comfort zone" and drive whatever fantasy you have to a crescendo that you might not have realised could be reached over the phone!

Sound too good to be true?  Well, here's my point: it takes CONTROL to make that happen. It takes an exchange of power which, from the second we connect on the phone, from the second I introduce myself, you begin to understand that I draw more and more control...as I listen to you tell me about yourself, as you share the intimate details of your fantasy, of your fetish, of what you'd like to explore....you hand that control over to me...and you begin to understand that your pleasure will come when, and HOW, I decide.

It's this control, this hand-over of power, and the trust and confidence that callers like these place in my hands, that make it possible for me to blow their minds!

The form that this power exchange takes varies of course.  If a hot, sexy lady calls me with a desire to explore something more sensual, then the power exchange and the control can be cradled and nutured, coaxed into a sexy seductive place where she begins to feels herself melting, and secuming to her passion..melting  (and eventually dripping) with anticipation...suddenly so ready to give in to that heat, ready to be overwhelmed by her own hunger and ready to have her hot, willing pussy pounded until her mind-shattering orgasm erupts from within.

And as for all the sissies, foot faggots, cash-piggies and belly crawling losers that call me...Ha! Well as you can imagine, YOUR fantasies and fetishes receive a slightly different quality of control and power exchange... from you, loosers, I take exactly what I want, and you will beg me for more. HAHA!!

Just recently I've been enjoying a string of calls, from different callers, each with very different fantasies (and since none of them have mentioned my blog in conversation, I'm not going to name any names) but, suffice it to say, that I've had some imaginative scenarios to sink my teeth into, and had the chance to programme and reprogramme some receptive, subbie minds and conjure up some situations and experiences for callers that they have enjoyed.... and, sometimes, even opened doors for them that they might not have realised where there (don't believe me, check my feedback!).

It occurred to me though, that throughout these calls, which I have to tell you were a little longer than your stereotypical 5 minute dial-and-blow calls (hey!... not judging, just making the distinction! Haha!)...throughout these calls... there was that feeling of exchange. 

The fantasies evolved.   Each element of the session, whether it was a dirty phone domination session, or more of an interactive narrative where the details of the scenario had the time to express themselves ..the result was an exploration of the topic in hand...which, ok, I always lead...but it's just the way I role!

After all,  if you call me, it's because you need a break from taking the lead right? Right!

...And, of course, when you chose to call me, it's because you need a straight, dominant, REAL man, who just happens to have the intellect and imagination to express himself, and the sexual confidence to step outside of the "comfort zone" and drive whatever fantasy you have, to a crescendo that you might not have realised could be reached over the phone!

Sound too good to be true?  Well, here's my point: it takes CONTROL to make that happen. It takes an EXCHANGE OF POWER which, from the second we connect on the phone, from the second I introduce myself, you begin to understand that I draw more and more control...as I listen to you tell me about yourself, as you share the intimate details of your fantasy, of your fetish, of what you'd like to explore....you hand that control over to me...and you begin to understand that your pleasure will come when, and HOW, I decide.

It's this control, this hand-over of power, and the trust and confidence that callers like these place in my hands, that make it possible for me to blow their minds!

The form that this power exchange takes varies of course.  If a hot, sexy lady calls me with a desire to explore something more sensual, then the power exchange and the control can be cradled and nurtured, coaxed into a sexy seductive place where she begins to feels herself melting, and succumbing to her passion..melting  (and eventually dripping) with anticipation...suddenly, so ready to give in to that heat, ready to be overwhelmed by her own hunger... and ready to have her hot, willing pussy pounded until her mind-shattering orgasm erupts from within.


And as for all the sissies, foot faggots, cash-piggies and belly crawling losers that call me...Ha! Well as you can probably imagine, YOUR fantasies and fetishes receive a slightly different quality of control and power exchange... from you, losers, I take exactly what I want, and you will beg me for more. HAHA!!
I'm online for a couple more hours taking calls now, so if you want to explore your darker sexual side, or want to see what fantasies unfold when you hand your most intimate thoughts over to The Englishman then just - Call me!

Blackmail

Giving...

So I had an awesome call just now that inspired me to blog...it was  when the subject of saving someone from themselves came up (in the context of blackmail fetish!) my caller's response was "Never deprive anyone of the awesome feeling they get from giving".

This is a fetish like no other.   You meet, you grow closer, you exchange intimacies, then one of you proceeds to exploit those intimacies for their own gain, often financial.

Where is the buzz? I hear you ask...well the buzz, a bit like with financial domination, can be elusive and ever so hard to grasp, but when it clicks...it can be breath taking - for all involved! HAHA!

Imagine the situation; someone is committed to giving up every modicum of control to another.  What better way to do it than to deliver into their lap all the means you can find to enable them to extort what they want from you, threaten to destroy you and ultimately shatter your world if you fail to comply with their every whim?

Too much, you say? I'm inclined to agree, but, for the devotee of this most committed of fetishes, the desire to be utterly at the mercy of another, the feeling of their life only existing in the form it presently does, because of the indulgent whim of someone who regards you s nothing more than a play thing or cash dispenser can be electrifying.

Having no choice but obeying.

Having no choice but complying.

Having no choice but to become whatever that other entity, that master....that OWNER decides you will become.

It is a form of total power exchange, and with it comes all of the issues of the more "mainstream" form of this kind of play, but laced irrevocably into this fetish is the very real aspect of consensual non-consent.  If I fail to follow instruction, personal information can and will leak out into the world, threatening my 'cosy' little setup.

So, for such a stark topic I will leave the post short and sweet, suffice it to say, that I will be online for the next few hours taking calls, your secrets are safe with me...unless you tell me that they shouldn't be! HAHA!!


Call me.

AB/DL fetish

Grettings all!


Well, finally it feels like spring is on it's way, and typically that means that the sap starts rising and some of the kinkier sides of people begin to creep out of "winter hibernation".

So, I  thought for this post I would look into the intriguing and kinky land of AB/DL, which to the uninitiated is the abbreviation for Adult Baby / Diaper Lover.

Now before you grab your pitchforks and begin to make associations with child abuse or under-age sexual activities, let me begin by reassuring you, that although this can seem edgy to some, this fetish exists firmly within the confines of Risk Aware Consensual Kink (or SSC if you prefer that acronym), and recognition of one of the risks of anything involving age play of any kind is, of course, that it mustn't be seen to give permission for any ACTUAL under-age play of any sort (pseudo-consensual or otherwise).


So with that little "disclaimer" out of the way, it probably also worth noting that the amalgamation of the Adult Baby fetish together with the Diaper Lovers fetish doesn't always make for happy playmates, as the two fetishes only really seem to share diapers (and perhaps loss of control/submission) as common ground.

For those of us on this side of the pond, the word nappy is used in contrast to  (the vastly inferior US word ;-] ) "diaper" to describe that object of common interest, and both groups seem to spend a good deal of time focussed on nappies (or diapers); the feel of them, their construction, their absorbency, and, for some, the look of them is also critically important.

As always my interest and curiosity becomes much sharper when I receive a phonesex call from someone keen to explore that fetish, and of course AB/DL is no exception, but one of the interesting things about these calls is that the range and style of the domination is broader than most, and in particular, for the Adult Babies, is very broad.


Take for example the topic of my last entry, when I blogged on macrophilia.  It's very rare in those calls when the caring or nurturing side of the dominant party ever manifests. In contrast the AB fetishists might need everything from a loving caring nurturing "parent" figure, a lover... all the way through to a super strict disciplinarian, corporal punishment and humiliation.  In contrast the DL's arousal "sweet spot" tends to exist at the more degrading end of the spectrum and often see their nappies as an object of humiliation, being "forced" to wear them and use them, perhaps without control over who sees them in such an embarrassing state.


So, of course, for me it gets particularly interesting when I have the chance to exploit those particular fetishes and draw some of that delicious submissive energy out of my willing callers.  Weaving hypnotic fantasies that nurture and coddle, weaken control of bladders, and bring about that pure, innocent submission,  or perhaps  draw spine tingling attention at the utterly humiliating way that your bottom bulges because of the big, thick (and maybe soaking wet) nappy between your legs, that you are compelled to wear.


The fantasies can be as pure or as nasty as they get, and that is certainly a big part of what makes this fetish so interesting.  The contrast between a fresh, snuggly, playful little one, ready for cuddles or a bedtime story...all the way through to the dirty, naughty little sex fiend, all bound up in their nasty diaper being made to do the most degrading and humiliating things...orgasms denied, or maybe forced, and with the constant threat of a spanking if they misbehave.

Haha!


So is this one that speaks to you? Do you have a secret inner little one waiting to get out, or maybe the idea of giving up THAT level of control stimulates something deep down that lets you drift into your darker, submissive side? Either way, I'll be taking calls for the next few hours, if you feel inspired to explore this or any other fetish or fantasies; Call me!

Macro / Microphilia

Fee fye fo fum, I smell the blood of ....the Englishman....?
Haha!


Well, actually no, my nickname wasn't, in fact, a reference to the children's fairytale of Jack and the Beanstalk, but having said that, this genre is one that I really enjoy.


Any of you guys that are regular readers of my blogs know that I've been trying to write a few entries on the various noteworthy fetishes that I've encountered  through my NiteFlirt phonesex calls, or through other area's of my activity and antics (both adult industry orientated, and social).


Now, this is one area that really intrigued me when a friend of mine first mentioned it to me. The idea of wielding powers that can shrink a person down to just a few inches tall, or being invovled in a situation where a person might find themselves "accidentally" shrunk all the way down to the size of a bug....Haha! Just imagine my delight when I first got the chance to explore more doing some particularly hot phonesex calls. 


I want you to imagine it for a second for yourself...really visualise it ... picture yourself as being so small that it would take all of your weight to press down one of the keys on a computer keyboard. 
Imagine the size of one of your tiny little feet compared to one of those keyboard keys....Imagine being inside someone's pocket with your face pressed up against the screen of their smart phone, being jostled and bumped as they walked.... can you imagine the heat, the smells, the feel of the fabric of that pocket abrading your tiny little naked body...Oh? didn't I mention that you were completely naked - HAHA!


Well, those experiences more involved, adrenaline tinged situations just like them are what the devotees of macrophilia or microphilia (depending on your point of view) enjoy.  That feeling of being TOTALLY at the mercy of a (typically) sadistic, cruel and uncaring GIANT.  Their very existence only continues at the giant's whim, and they are completely powerless to prevent anything from happening.
Needless to say that my victims...err... sorry, my caller's... imagined diminutive stature opens up all sorts of twisted possibility for someone with an imagination as vivid as mine.  The weird and unusual sexual acts its possible to perform on... and with, a tiny little four inch high person are, understandably, quite different to those you might try with a full sized person, and the unquestioning, unflinching power I wield over my tiny playmate, well, THAT is intoxicating!


Ultimately all of the little shrunken urchins are in constant peril of being squished like a bug, and it goes without saying that one of the hottest things about his fetish is the total power exchange that exists in that situation.


Not for the faint hearted, and not for those without an imagination to match mine, but still and interesting and engaging topic, and one that I always enjoy!
 
So, if you are in the mood to see what it's like to be shrunk down and turned into a miniature sexual plaything, or you want to explore any other sexual fantasies CALL ME!
I'll be online taking calls for the next few hours, and equally if you have any experiences, stories or ideas, on this subject or any other phonesex related areas, you know I love to read your comments!


Until next time perverts! Haha!

Balloon Fetish

Well now, I thought it was about time to pick up my theme on the multitude of kinks and fetishes that I've come across (pun intended, and, yes... sometimes I do!) in my travels, as a little diversion from my more routine phonesex related musings.

This time it's a rarer one, I guess, but still an interesting one for those of you who, like me, enjoy exploring aspects of sexuality in all its forms.

Ballon fetish...you ask?

For the uninitiated this may seem a stretch too far and might make you wonder if people are just making these things up to give themselves an over inflated sense of their own kinkiness (again, puns intended!).

But infact, no.  "Looners" (as some of the passionistos, who share this kink, refer to themselves) have one thing in common, their love of big, rounded, rubbery, turgid, playful ballons.

This, however, is where the common ground can sometimes stop abruptly. Looners, as with almost every "branch" of kink that I've ecountered, can have very different views on what exactly it is about balloons that make them hot, and what kind of balloon-related practices are a turn on.

For some, its all about the personality of the balloon, how it makes them feel, the quality of the sexual energy they feel emmanating from the balloon, the vibe they get when they handle it and squeeze it, the colours, patterns or pictures that adorn it's surface.

For others, it's about the shape and size of the balloon. There is a general trend towards the larger balloons amongst looners; the balloon becoming a bigger physical presence, but there are some that seek a very particular size or shape.

The materials, and especially the thickness of the rubber is a factor, it defines so much about the texture, warmth and feel of the balloon (as well as the durability)...which leads on to, the biggest split within the looner community....

To pop, or, not to pop?

Indeed, one of the discoveries I recall from my youthful exportations of balloons (albeit in the non-sexual sense) is the shocking, but exciting, moment that they... POP!  Well, this experience is at the core of the erotic experience for some looners who find that the moment that they pop their balloon is often the moment that they pop themselves, whereas for others, the wanton distruction of their special round-bodied friends is absolutely sacrosanct.

This debate is so emotionally charged for some looners that discussions on forums have heated to the point of threats of physical violence being made, and I have to say that I don't recall discussions about any other fetish illiciting such furour (other than perhaps some strongly worded exchanges from well meaning but ultimately misguided age play commentators).

So, if ballons are your thing, then leave me a comment, I'd love to learn more about the fetish, or if you have any views on fetishes in general, especially phonesex then get in touch.

Filthy dirty... Phonesex

So...as most of you already know, (and have first hand experience of) I provide online phonesex services for financial reward. A few of my friends are aware of this fact, and as you can imagine have a healthy curiosity about the nature of the calls, and what goes on etc... Don't worry! Like any professional, all confidentialities are observed. (Although, if I *were* to share more details (fetishes, positions, devices....),  the names of the participants needn't be changed to preserve their innocence...because *most* of the stuff we talk about... well... innocent? - it ain't!). HAHA!

But, alongside the general questions, a friend recently asked me if I preferred the longer calls or the the shorter ones. Just to give a little context - this was after I mentioned that I'd had a two hour long call earlier that day, and had bragged that my personal record was a single call of 6 hours (and yes, that one was with a lady).

So it got me to thinking about whether there was an optimal length of call for me? Needless to say the really short (< 3 mins) calls with new callers are pretty hard to get engaged with.  I can read people pretty quickly, but unless they give me a detailed breakdown of the fantasy or kink they'd like to explore (or they are a regular caller and I already know them!), 3-4 minutes is isn't much time to develop a really engaging fantasy. Beyond that little exception though, I had to answer that there really wasn't an optimal length of time. Some fantasies are so beautifully detailed (one in particular, which is about to head into "Part 4", springs to mind) and so engaging, that I can lose track of time myself, and begin to get immersed in the story we build. Ok, so needless to say, as a dominant straight guy, I'm probably not going to be as "lost" in the story as you will be, unless there are some sexy ladies involved... Haha! But you know what I mean!

So it was a pretty interesting discovery to make, comparing an engaging 90 minute call with an engaging 10 minute call, neither one is better for me (beyond the obvious $$$ difference)! The only challenge with the longer calls is fitting them into my tight schedule! HAHA!  The key to what makes a great session for me though, is a fantasy that has the right level of depth for the duration of the call, and that you are able to communicate to me the kind of experience you are looking for. Armed with that information I will blow your mind!

As any of you who have called me before will know, I have a vivid imagination and can dip in and out of all sorts of kinks, fetishes and scenes effortlessly and fluidly. I guess then that it isn't a great surprise that it doesn't come down to the duration of the call. It comes down to my ability to get inside your mind, and start pressing all those buttons...  setting your heart pounding, your head spinning and letting you experience a truly mesmerizing erotic adventure...  And if you haven't called me yet, well, read some of my feedback, and judge for yourself!

I'll be online for the next few hours, as usual, so whether you've called me before or not, and you fancy exploring a little filthy dirty phonesex fantasy, right now, you know what to do:
Call me.