So I was beginning to believe all phone sex callers just liked to talk about wearing pantyhose, not actually wear them. But today I got a great picture from a sissy caller of mine.

Little Michael in Pantyhose

I think you can see why he is called “Little Michael”…

Isn’t that just the cutest little thing you ever saw? And check out the “matted leg hair under the pantyhose” look. I haven’t seen that since my grandmother started wearing pants to Mass.

So Little Michael picked out my “Guided Masturbation” tape, and I doubt he wasted much time rubbing one out through those pantyhose of his, while he was watching it.

Thanks for  sending me the picture, Michael, and for being such a good sport.

Lady Sascha is a Phonesex Mistress

Unfortunately, my chosen profession is stigmatized by polite society.
The funny thing is, like most people, I grew up thinking that adult workers were the dregs of society, with no hope of redemption, objectified for their bodies, etc, etc, etc. I am sure all of you have heard the same sort of litany.
That is not the case with me. I grew up in an upper middle-class family. I went to private or magnet schools all my life, given swimming and dance lessons since I was a child. I have my parents’ hand-prints embedded on my back from them firmly but lovingly pushing me through My first 23 years of life.
I graduated from said university with a terminal master’s in a science-related field, where I then worked in a professional middle management job for 3 years.
I worked long hours, and made great money. Yuppie-ville, here I come.
As a phone Domme, I work even longer hours, and, for the time being, make less than half of what I used to. So why do I do this?
In my professional white-collar job, I had a boss over me, who persistently pressured me to get more out of the people that worked under me. And I had people under me, who complained about their jobs, and blamed me for their working conditions. It always felt like a no-win situation to me.
By the time I quit, at the ripe old age of 26, I was taking 60 mgs of Prozac a day, drinking an entire 6-pack of Heinies more nights than not, as well as doing a host of “recreational” drugs to stay sane. Not a good combination.
And so I quit to be a phone Dommme.
Now I do not take Prozac at all, I drink and drug rarely, and that’s pretty much it.
I feel like less of a whore now than I ever have.
I set my own hours, and my own price. If I don’t like you or think we click, I don’t have to talk to you. I actually enjoy my work. I can get off several times a day if I want. Occasionally I do so with my callers. Most of the time it is by myself or with one of my real-life pets.
If I want to take a day off, I do. I don’t work under fluorescent lighting, and I can go outside to walk/garden/bike/play whenever I want. Or if I just want to take an hour off to nap or fuck or masturbate, well that is always a good idea ;P
And I have realized that the money I make is commensurate with the work I do. I work very hard now, much harder than I ever have in my entire life. In my old job, working harder resulted in other people putting even more responsibility on my shoulders, not more pay.
Now I can see that there are so many more possibilities for me – so many things to learn, like SEO,  coding, wordpress. Everything I learn helps me, and in turn, helps my little phone pets. I am just beginning to climb my way up the ladder…
I love it.
I plan on doing this for a long long time