Posts Tagged ‘phone sex’
A Special Event For Those With Fashion Fetishes
Posted by: Trailer Trash Angel Is Not Your Angel
July 9th, 2010 >> Lingerie Fetish, Sissified, Trailer Trash Angel Is Not Your Angel
Got a fetish for fashion? Be it shoes, lingerie, stockings, skirts — or anything — a team of fashion and fetish experts will tell you what your fetish means about you — and where it will lead you!
Shoes…
Panties…
Business suits and blouses…
Stockings…
Silky slips…
Slutty short skirts…
This special invitation only event is lead by four experts in fashion and fetish, offering everything from fetish fortune telling (where we give personality profiles and predictions based on your individual fashion fetish) to make-overs (both in terms of sissification and how to behave like a proper submissive), as well as other special offers.
Experts include *:
Slip of a Girl: A self-professed “lingerie obsessive with a kinky sensual streak,” Slip’s very popular lingerie blog and personal shopping service have been serving men and women alike for nearly 5 years.
Lusty Librarian Klaudia: Don’t let Klaudia’s own professed shoe fetish make you think her expertise is limited to footwear only — she’s a very educated girl and quite the mistress of kink!
Pinkie: A lifestyle submissive, Pinkie will approach the many pragmatics of fashion and fetish “from the point of view of the fetishized object, so to speak.” She’s also an expert in being a Lipstick Submissive TM.
Not Your Angel aka Trailer Trash Angel: This bewitching brat has been using her good looks and gypsy lineage to dominate, mock, and use men since she’s been of legal age. While in some states that’s just 4 years, this 25 year old brat says, “I may be trailer trash, but I’m pretty damn picky about My sissies!”
* The individual experts involved in your reading are based on your particular interests, style and needs. (Tributes requesting a specific expert listed to be included in your evaluation or reading will be honored.)
This special event is full of PPV buttons, offers, etc. that will not be available to anyone not on this list. So get on the list, boys & girls, because you don’t want to miss a thing!
To get on the list, message Me and beg to be added to the free “Fashion Fetish” list asap.
My Job Is Safe
Posted by: Trailer Trash Angel Is Not Your Angel
June 15th, 2010 >> Trailer Trash Angel Is Not Your Angel
Sex won’t be replaced by robots. No matter what anyone else thinks, I agree.
You Know You Want Me
Posted by: Trailer Trash Angel Is Not Your Angel
May 26th, 2010 >> Humilation, Photos, Trailer Trash Angel Is Not Your Angel
So call, try to look up my skirt, or stay hidden in the bushes and peep at me wearing my animal print dress — I know you’re there, so I’ll slowly strip and tease the shit out of you, loser.
Get your kicks in quick, because I’ll be gone for the holiday weekend. And you’ll miss me.
Friday Night, Just Got Paid
Posted by: Trailer Trash Angel Is Not Your Angel
May 14th, 2010 >> Duty Roster, Humilation, Photos, Trailer Trash Angel Is Not Your Angel
Hey, loser, hand your my money over. …All you’ll be left with is the despair.
NiteFlirt Update
Posted by: Trailer Trash Angel Is Not Your Angel
September 18th, 2009 >> Duty Roster, Trailer Trash Angel Is Not Your Angel
Just a little note about the situation at NiteFlirt…
Yes, the “upgrades” and “platform changes” are taking longer than NF has anticipated; yes, it there are problems and frustrations for all. This is why your little piece of trailer trash is being kinder than usual *wink*
NiteFlirt is slowly getting back online and on the phone lines — they are not going away, and I am still here to torture, tease & please you. I’m hoping this message can help us with that.
Currently, NF is on a beta or testing site. The URLs have changed, including PPV games. Currently, you can find my listings here: http://beta.niteflirt.com/users/Not%20Your%20Angel
Looking at that URL, you might see the differences:
- there’s a “beta.” before the main site name
- there’s a “/user/” between the site name and the flirt’s name/ID
So you might — might — be able to find your other flirts that way.
Given the technological bumps — that disconnected calls (or those unable to be continued without the usual 1 minute warnings and options to add funds to your account) can disturb otherwise smooth sailing self-flailing — and the increased number of messages I’m receiving to help y’all, I suggest we restrict our play to PPV games and messages for the time being. (Don’t whine; it’s your number one favorite pastime!)
Should you have any problems with messaging me via NiteFlirt, I suggest you let me know by posting a comment at my blog, Clit-Orations, where a copy of this message is also posted.
I hope this helps you — because with all this tension, I sure could use a little extra release, how ’bout you?
Get ready to squeal, piglet!
Trailer Trash Angel (Not Your Angel)
PS While I work at NiteFlirt, I am not an employee of NiteFlirt and as such, I may not be able to address your concerns and issues — however, you don’t come to me for technological issues, do you? You come to me for a different sort of servicing, don’t you? So let’s see how we can get back to that, shall we?
Girly Gossip About Girly Bits
Posted by: Trailer Trash Angel Is Not Your Angel
September 11th, 2009 >> Toys Are Better Than Boys, Trailer Trash Angel Is Not Your Angel
Chatting with fresh meat at NiteFlirt — a new phone siren named Klaudia (who has a HUGE foot & shoe fetish, even if she won’t call it that). And the conversation goes a little something like this:
Me: Workin’ the naughty librarian fantasy, huh.
Klaudia: Yup.
Me: Think ‘quiet’ will work on the phone?
Klaudia: Well, I may be quiet back in the stacks, but…
Me (smelling a great story): But…?
Klaudia: Well, let’s put it this way; I’m not exactly whispering when I’m using my Hitachi Magic Wand.
Me: Yeah?
Klaudia: Yeah. Today I had the morning off, and well, I was trying to get off before the mailman would arrive and hear me screaming on the other side of the wall — but I heard him at the box (the mail box, not my box lol) and instead of stopping I said to myself, “Mailman, this one’s for you,” and screamed my way to squirting a mess on the towels I’d put down on the couch.
Me: Awesome. And I’m pretty sure that will work on the phone, girl.
Dead Piggies In Your Lap (AKA Piggies Who Block)
Posted by: Trailer Trash Angel Is Not Your Angel
August 15th, 2009 >> Trailer Trash Angel Is Not Your Angel
Quite often the piggies block. It used to be upsetting. But now I’m not only used to it, I’ve come to expect and predict it.
Like a candy dish on a co-worker’s desk, or cake left on the counter, they fear that every time they pass me, they’ll sneak a piece. All those pieces add up. Since they cannot control themselves (and who can blame them? they are weak piggies), they use the “block” feature to keep me hidden.
Acting like their own cock-blockers, they actually compliment me.
It’s their way of saying, “It’s not you, it’s me,” as they protect themselves from the addiction.
About 1/3 return anyway; the rest I see addicted to some other sweet at NiteFlirt — for a short time, anyway.
Only two have made their apologies or justifications before blocking. Which was rather sweet, really; but they then hit block so quickly that I could not thank them, or warn them of their folly.
Image from Daily Mail’s article on Kira Reilly.
Meet Mademoiselle Patrice
Posted by: Mademoiselle Patrice
May 1st, 2009 >> Mademoiselle Patrice, Photos
Call and say, “Hi!” Make reservations, if you dare…
His Humiliation Continues…
Posted by: Trailer Trash Angel Is Not Your Angel
April 22nd, 2008 >> Humilation, Lingerie Fetish, Trailer Trash Angel Is Not Your Angel
On Monday, Secondhand Rose and I tag-teamed a sock puppet. Here’s his most recent report (and a public humiliation):
After speaking to Ms Rose for a lengthy ticking off, and further debasement, i am instructed to report to You exactly what sent me over the edge during our conversation together [hope it's not too much of a grossout]:
Specifically, She transported me to the open field where Your pictures were taken & i am kneeling before You. With You striping in front of me & Her teasing from behind, i am told to put on Your sheer stockings after You have taken them off, and asked whether i’d like to tittyfuck [vulgar language! puh-lease!] either of You.
While i’d have jumped at the chance, permission is denied, and i am told that the only way i’m getting off is if i jerk myself through the pair of Your stockings that i’ve put on, all the while You’re both berating me about what a disgusting perv i am, and how You are going to take back Your stockings, spoiled by me, and show all Your girlfriends, telling them what a seedy perv’s done to our clothing.
Despite [ok, because of] such humiliation, there was no way i could keep from copiously cumming over the edge, kneeling in a field in stockings while 2 Dommes laugh hysterically at my humiliation.




