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Every now and then I get a call where I get to just sit back and listen. People say I’m very easy to talk to and I think that’s why I’m so very good at what I do. One of the biggest common myth is that men who call these services are losers, socially inept and can’t have real relationships in the real world.
This could NOT be further from the truth. I have spoken with professional men who are immersed in their career and don’t have the time to cultivate relationships but would like to be tucked in to bed at the end of a hard day. Married men, lawyers, and doctors you name it and I’ve talked to them.
In the years I’ve been here I have cultivated so many relationships with my callers on many different levels, some I talk to weekly some monthly and others a few times a year.
If you have been curious about what really happens on a call just remember, if you’re shy don’t worry about it, I will ask a few questions and take the lead. If you’re a talker and story teller and you need a captive listener I’m here to listen. Pick up the phone and call me you wont be disappointed
Ava
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Ok now lets get started….first get that shot glass out and lets begin….first you will stroke yourself in front of me…don’t be embarassed….Nanny will direct you on what to do…yeah go up and down the shaft of your penis oh so gently….mmmm…..yes it will get hard….be gentle we don’t want it to erupt to soon now do we…pleasure is the goal….now that your very hard and feel that you are going to explode….be gentle and place the shot glass under the tip of your cock…..now you may cum but only in the shot glass….yeah good boy….I knew you could do it….don’t miss or I will make you lick it off the floor…make lots of cummie for nanny now….mmmm….it feels so warm does it not…so thick and rich in protein….now that you came does that not feel better….good little sissy….now take the shot glass and place it next to your nose smell it….there you go…..then place it near your lips and open wide…..now take that shot of cum and drink up….yeah your such a sissy are you not….taste oh so good does it not…..good boy nanny is so proud of you…..Rachel

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Hey you! Yeah I’m talking to you! I know you can’t stop staring at my pretty pink pussy lips.

It doesn’t matter to me whether you’re a sissy fagot, or a submissive slave bitch, or even a pathetic foot slave. What does matter is your ability to worship and serve my ass and pussy. Crawl between my thighs, now place your nose about 3 inches from my pussy lips and use your sense of smell and sight to enjoy looking at my pussy. You won’t be able to touch my pussy, not till I feel you have worshiped it properly, and have earned the privilege of putting your hands and lips on my pussy. You may spend 2 min worshiping or a few hours, depending on my mood and how well you worship, and grovel for my pussy.

“Sniff it slut” mmm get to know my scent, better yet I slide my finger in to my wet pussy and drag it across your upper lip. Now you can sniff it all day long even when I’m not around, some days I may leave my cum soaked panties in your cereal bowl with instructions on what I want you to do in my absence.

So crawl between my thighs and observe my pussy…make a list if you need to? Dear Ms Ava: Attached is a list of observations I’ve made of your pussy. How do I love your pussy? Let me count the ways.

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Ava

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Back in the Nineties, emboldened by the successes of feminism, women sought to slay the dragon of patriarchy by turning men into ridiculous wimps who would cry with them through chick-flicks and then cook up a decent lasagne.

Suddenly, women wanted to drive home their newfound equality by moulding men to be more like them.

This velvet revolution was reflected in a series of broader cultural changes. After decades of uncompromising movie heroes like Marlon Brando and Clint Eastwood, we were asked to fall for stuttering, floppy-haired fops like Hugh Grant; touchy-feely and hopelessly embarrassed around women.

No doubt at the time, millions of misguided single women thought that having a man who could feel their pain and emote for Britain was a Good Thing.

Now, over a decade later, women are waking up to the fact that these men are drippy, sexless bores. The feminisation of men hasn’t produced the well-rounded uber-males women were hoping for.

Instead, women are now lumped with flabby invertebrates, little more than doormats, whom they secretly despise but are too proud to admit it.

All i want to know is there any real men left or is this all there is left to choose from is a sloppy beer gutted slob if so no thanks

Minnie

I came across this sissy and she was being a very bad sissy didn’t want to listen to her mistress or do what she was told to do.Wanted to dress like a man lol stupid sissy he is not a man and i let her know that also she was made to dress back into sissy maid clothes she was made to clean the house from top to bottom and all inbetween then when her chores were done she was gagged and tied and pranced up and down the street in front of everyone so they could see just what kind of sissy she was and let all other sissies is the neighborhood see what happens if they get a thought in their head.Now she will service her mistress like a good sissy should and know her place well there and not go beyond those boundaries again she will serve her mistress well from now on.

Minnie

Just because I’m the Queen Bee, Madame Hailey it doesn’t mean I the only way I get my ovaries off is by spanking, slapping, pinching, pissing, and other delightful pleasures. No, one of my all-time ways to get my proverbial jollies is queening aka facesitting. Sounds kind of vanilla, huh? But it’s not when I’m involve.

No, actually one of my favorite forms of deriving pleasure is planting my sweet ass and delicious cunt smack dab right on top of the face of my chosen, teasing him with the rare perfume that is my pussy and the musk the emianates out of my asshole. Depending on my mood I might make the selected fuck my pretty pussy with his tongue or probe my pink asshole. Or I just might use his face as a chair for awhile, while I type on the computer or put on my make up.

Anything can happen.

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Maybe it’s just me, but I’ve noticed a huge increase in the amount of LOSERS around lately. Hordes of pathetic men with flabby bitch tits, cocks that could fit through the eye of a sewing needle, and not to mention the closest thing they could get to a pussy is to look at themselves in the mirror.

It’s a crying shame.

Even sadder?  These LOSERS beg to worship me,  sniff my panties, lick my gorgeous feet, and shower me with accolades. You know what? I can do nothing but LAUGH in their faces. Nothing gets my pretty little cunt all wet and juicy than a LOSER begging to serve me.  Sad, little, LOSER submissives who think that they can automatically be my SLAVE! That’s a privilege LOSER, not a right.

You’ve got to earn your rank!. Come on LOSER! Call me and see if you’re worthy of earning your stripes! That is, if you know how to dial a phone, pussy boy!

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