Doing erotic hypnosis is fun, but I treat it as a serious skill. That is why I often ask callers to fill out a short questionnaire before calling; when you answer those questions, it saves us time in your call because I will ask these questions anyway!
I like callers to arrange calls ahead of time, but this is especially important with hypnosis sessions. Again, this is because hypnosis is actually skilled work and I want to make sure you get a quality call. If I’m getting tired or you catch me just as I was about to sign off my phone lines . . . not good. To give a good hypnosis session, I need to be at the top of my game and have plenty of time with you! If I’m the least bit sleepy I tend to hypnotize myself as well, and if I’m really tired, the result can be, um, interesting.
If I don’t know you, or unless you know you’ll go under extremely quickly, half an hour is an absolute minimum time to budget for your call; I prefer to have 45 minutes available. If we don’t take that long, I only charge for the time we used. Part of the skill involved in hypnosis is to ease a person out of their trance in a gentle manner, keeping track of the time in order to do that. I always feel bad when we are enveloped in a lovely scenario and your battery dies/your money runs out. I always do everything I can on my end to make sure you are a happy, floaty, awake camper before your time runs out.
Stop by and visit my erotic hypnosis listing on Niteflirt, Sensual Erotic Hypnosis, and check out Miss June’s hypnosis website, PhoneSexHypnotist.com, as well! Call one or both of us to sink into that lovely, blissful place where wonderful things can and do happen.
At the end of this post are five of my inexpensive audios. While they are not hypnosis audios, I use my “hypnosis voice” to explore their ongoing themes of submission and goddess worship. At $6.00 each, how can you go wrong? (If you don’t want to purchase them through Niteflirt, please email me about how to buy them from me directly–CallEmmalouise@gmail.com.)
This is what I came up with:
You are on your way to a small party for V-day, one that you aren’t particularly enthusiastic about. You are carrying flowers because you are supposed to meet a blind date there, and everyone says she has “a great personality.” The problem is, your unique sexual needs have been unfulfilled lately, and you have a burning desire for something much, much more arousing than “a great personality.”
Halfway to the party, your car gets a flat tire. Worse still, your cell phone is dead, about as useful as those damned flowers. It’s dark out, but there is one house with lights on inside, the house where your car gave up. Thinking you might still somehow make it to your party if you can call a friend to come get you, you pick up the flowers and head up the walk to the door.
Your breath catches in your throat when I open the door. You hear soft music playing and see candlelight. I’m wearing a floor-length red dress that clings to my every curve. It is cut low enough to show off the round fullness of my breasts, but you can’t take your eyes off the slit all the way up the front showing off my long legs. High-end silk stockings, and just a hint of the deep red garter belt underneath. And elegant stiletto heels that add four inches to my height.
The scent emanating from my skin makes you dizzy. I smile at you, all warmth and seduction, and gesture you through the doorway, closing (and locking) the door behind you. “These are beautiful–thank you!” I say in a voice that instantly catches the attention of your cock, and I take the flowers from your hands. “Come with me while I find a vase for them.” You follow me, mesmerized by the graceful movement of my delicious ass. You have completely forgotten about your phone, your car, your party . . .
What happens next? This is your phone sex fantasy–you tell me . . .
I use “Cuckold Whisperer” a bit tongue-in-cheek and in fun. It took me a while to figure out how I could fulfill cuckolding phone sex calls in a way that is genuine but sexy. I have cheated and been cheated on and nobody felt good–the unbearable pain broke up relationships and hurt a lot of people. How could I make that sexy?
The trick was in listening. When I got a cuckolding call, I put aside all my own feelings, opened my mind, and paid attention. (Listening and paying attention, by the way, are often what separate a genuine, mature phone sex goddess from just another girl putting up explicit pictures on Niteflirt!)
Honestly, very few of you talked about “fluffing” and “cream pies.” You talked about your fantasies, your feelings, your conflicts, your satisfaction and your deeply fulfilled–and truthfully, sometimes broken–relationships.
From there it was a simple step to segue from listening to encouraging you, to slipping into the role play, describing the scenario in delicious detail, and bringing everything you told me to life.
We talk about your wife. Or your girlfriend. The one you think is playing around when she comes home late from work. And you may be a little hurt, but you are also a little turned on . . . let’s say a LOT turned on. Or she’s been hinting at you about men with bigger cocks than yours and wondering what they’re like. Could she be a closet size-queen?
Maybe neither of the above! Maybe she’s true blue to you but you can’t get the idea out of your head, that constant picture of someone else bringing her to new levels of ecstasy.
I love hearing your stories, dreams, hopes, insecurities, and fantasies. It’s also fun to role-play your lady, telling you all about what I’ve been up to–either just to share the fun because it turns you on so, or because he satisfied me in ways you never can.
If this sounds good to you, here’s my cuckolding phone sex listing on Niteflirt: Let’s Talk About Your Wife. Or just call me!
I was distracted, however, by the recent disappearance of many of my belongings–the latest, my most beloved string of opera length pearls, a gift from an ardent and loyal caller (you know who you are and I adore you and my pearls!) Ever since my phone sex imp moved in, life has been full of these little mysteries. She is cute as a button with red hair and black boots but full of WAY too much mischief! She ALWAYS makes off with the last cookie and hides the toilet paper.
Well, THIS time I caught her in the act, zipping off with my perfect coffee cup, the one with the wide base and narrow top that the cats can’t knock over. I left my blogging and ran after her, threatening her with impicide and hoping I would find her secret hiding place, a sort of impish magpie’s nest with my errant things. But I wasn’t fast enough. That little imp moves like lightning, and then she’s gone! I have to admit I simply sat down where her trail ran cold and sobbed.
She must have seen me. After a few minutes I dried my tears and went back to my desk to work on my blog post. Life does, after all, go on. And wouldn’t you know, the draft of my blog was gone! But there, in its place, was my strand of pearls. Impie has a heart, it seems.
I sighed, and bowed to the inevitable. I wasn’t meant to write about mature phone sex today. Perhaps after Halloween my little imp will settle down. You think?
Phone sex is, for me, a lot about my own independence. I can remember my mother exclaiming in a fit of pique, using language she NEVER used: “Emma, do you HAVE to be so damned INDEPENDENT?”
Ayep. I don’t know how to be any other way, at least not with any grace or success.
But independence is SEXY. I love what I do and I don’t need you for approval. I love who I am and I don’t need you for validation. I have freed myself to be exactly who I am so that you can be free to be exactly who you are–or in the case of phone sex fantasyland, whoever you WANT to be!
Phone sex is about working independently for myself. I set my hours, my terms, my prices, my limits. The boss drives me hard sometimes and she’s damned stingy about time off but she’s very understanding if I don’t feel well. She gets that what I really want is to connect with people and that’s just fine with her. She lets me keep my animals at work and every day is casual Friday!
I learned of two seemingly minor things this week that threaten to erode the independence of sex workers. One is that the organization that runs domain names, ICANN, is considering doing away with domain privacy for commercial websites. That would mean that my name and home address would be made public because I own this website–a rule potentially devastating every woman who owns a website that is monetized in any way.
The other is that Visa and Mastercard, along with the other major cards, stopped allowing their use for ads on Backpage. While touted as a way to slow down human trafficking (I’m sure most people involved in internationally illegal trade just pull out their plastic to do their dirty work), it ends up punishing those of us trying to make a totally legal living in the adult entertainment world.
I talk a lot about Mistress June because she and I talk almost every day and probably 90 percent of what I know about phone sex (and marketing it) I learned from her. But there are a whole lot of other creative, hot phone sex marvels whom I’ve shared space with on forums and Twitter. They are sexy, fun, and generous with one another.
If you’re familiar with Twitter, you probably understand #FF–Follow Friday, where we pass around names encouraging our followers to follow our friends. I came up with “Force of July: Independence on Fire” as a way to take that just a step further and give a bit of my internet real estate to them. I’ll be tweeting about them this week and I’ve dedicated a new page on this site to some of them–because when you can’t call me, I want you to call them! I promise you it will be worth every cent, and then I want you to call ME and tell me all about the fireworks!
You may even want someone you can really, seriously just talk with: the confidentiality, brains, and empathy of a therapist without a formal therapy relationship. The good news is you have it all right here: Dr. Emma, Your Therapist–Nasty or Nice. Come visit my office!
I was a serious therapist for two decades in real life. Now I get to play one with you. Would you like your naughty therapist to tease or seduce you? Or perhaps you’d like to seduce your therapist?
Or perhaps your therapy fantasies take a darker turn and your therapist exposes and humiliates you, either with sadistic satisfaction or cold indifference? A couple of my most enjoyable callers return regularly for their visits–one must have his aversion therapy visits where I expose him to an unpleasant part of myself up-close in order to cure him of his obsession with that spot on women–another is undergoing years of ongoing humiliating tease and denial therapy to rid him of his nasty and unacceptable behaviors. My back office–locked to vanilla clients–does have some interesting furnishings and equipment . . . especially my penile plethysmograph, which records what REALLY arouses you, regardless of the pathetic little lies you attempt to tell me!
On the other hand, back to reality, you might just like to talk with someone who really knows how to listen. Not quite therapy, because phone sex isn’t the place for that, but the next best thing–a pretty lady with a good brain and a kind ear. The confidential epitome of intelligent phone sex.
Here’s a selection of my “Dr. Emma” erotic therapist audios. Two of them are Niteflirt email series (with graphic nude photos), so you have to be a Niteflirt member to purchase them. I’m looking into converting them into videos. Won’t that be fun?
My appointment book is open. Call me for your long-overdue erotic therapy session.
In one of our daily talks, we discussed challenging ourselves and one another to be more creative, particularly in the arena of audios, which we know our callers love. A few long, loopy conversations and convolutions later, we had a plan and a domain name in hand: www.DirtyTalkAudio.com.
So every week we pick out two naughty pictures from our vast collections. We’re both image hoarders. Fortunately, there is no TV show for those of us whose hard drives are cluttered from pillar to post with everything from backgrounds to puppies to pornography!
Then each of us makes a short audio, five to six minutes, to go with each of the two erotic photos. What Miss June and I have in common are intelligence, authenticity, off-the-charts creativity, and a great sense of fun. From there our styles are different as can be, so our audios are sure to be wildly divergent.
We will be releasing our audios on Tuesdays and Saturdays on our new website www.DirtyTalkAudio.com. Our first set, Black Orchid, went up last Tuesday, and our second, “You Want Me to WHAT?” is going up now!
In Black Orchid, I take you on a short hypnotic fantasy as you worship the Black Orchid Goddess. As you become increasingly weak and helpless, you find yourself off balance, wondering whether you are submitting to a woman, a Goddess, or an erotic flower with a dominant will of its own. You feel the sensual touch and the sexual scent overpower you, and you realize you are being consumed . . .
In this audio you are my submissive pervert inforced bi training being introduced to my beautiful shemale friend Janis. You and my little slut joey, that is. I’m going to have the two of you doing the sloppy two-tongue tango on her erect dance floor, knowing that you love it! I am normally sweet and kind but I am capable of a nasty and sometimes even mean streak, which I demonstrate in a surprise ending. Your life will never be the same again!
You can buy our Dirty Talk Audios as goodies on Niteflirt. If you prefer, you can contact us individually about buying them directly from us.
In other news, I’ve made my audio porn “The Tease” available as a recorded listing on Niteflirt, so if you’d like to listen to it (or part of it) without having to buy it outright, you can do so here!
I get that the whole bratty, hateful attitude thing is a turnon for a lot of guys. And I’m really happy for you if you’re one of them, because there is no shortage of phone sex ladies willing to hate your socks off!
If you haven’t figured it out by now, that’s not my style. If you let me know you like to be called a pathetic loser and humiliated on a call, I can usually pull it off. If you catch me with the stars properly aligned and our chemistry is right, I can do a nastily good job of it! I can enjoy playing the cold, no-nonsense clinician, or saying the most vicious things in the sweetest of voices. Those would be my stock in trade mean ladies.
Fun places to role-play, but I wouldn’t want to live there. I like men. I like my callers. My best approach to doing phone sex is to be genuine, and the genuine me enjoys people the way they are. Outrageous, kinky, bizarre, shy, perverted, and even . . . normal. I LIKE you.
I enjoy making you feel good. That’s my own strange little idea of fun. It may be by making you cum hard, or hypnotizing you into not cumming at all, or listening to you talk about your fetish or your life. Often it’s by giving you a safe place to indulge the fantasies you don’t dare let anyone else know about.
I like to get inside your head, have a little fun, and leave you smiling. If you like that idea too, then give me a call!
Kisses, Emma (your no-hate zone)]]>
With the passage of time and the tides of experience, I’ve come to enjoy a simple little game of tease. In this game I am sensually dominant–though only to the extent that you, my partner, willingly allow! Your restraints are not handcuffs; not even velvet or silk. You simply agree–no touch. You may not touch me. You are naked, blindfolded, at my delighted mercy.
I, on the other hand, may and do touch you. Anywhere and everywhere, with any and all parts of my body. Because neither sight nor tactile sensation through your fingertips distract you, your awareness of the textures of my body touching yours is heightened. You not only feel my lips–you feel the heat and moisture of my breath. My hair caressing your skin becomes a swirl of satin. The hardness of a nipple compared with the silken softness of a breast . . . the scent and warmth of my sex . . . all become tantalizingly new to you.
How long will you tolerate this tease? How long will I hold the power? Your moans of frustration and your arching back arouse me endlessly. You want to touch. You want to pull me down on you, or in a powerful, swift movement, sweep me beneath you and take what I’ve been holding just out of your reach. Will you? Or will you float in this languid arousal, my voice carrying you until I am ready to fulfill myself with your swollen phallus?
As a little entertainment for myself, and for you, I recorded this long tease, a monologue that starts after our dinner date and ends 19 minutes later with . . . well, I’m not going to give away the ending. Anyway, this is an example of the journey being more important than the destination. Let’s just say that I had a lovely, LOVELY time making this erotic recording! Would you like a sneak peek?
The audio, “The Tease,” is available on Niteflirt with a provocative photo of me in stockings only for your visual enjoyment. Through February 14, it is 50% off–only $20.00!
It is also available from me directly. Click the buy button above to get it at Niteflirt or email me at emma@YourDarkestSecrets.com and enjoy my tease now–then tell me how you’d like it to end! I can’t wait . . .]]>
A surprising little thing I’ve learned about myself doing phone sex is that almost none of the no-no’s bother me in the least. It’s kind of funny because I keep my website and blog sort of PG-13–that’s just part of what I feel is an appropriate public appearance. Do I really think a notice that says “If you are under 18 leave now” means minors won’t view this site?
But on the phone, just between you and me . . . all bets are off, propriety is flung down the toilet, vulgarity is a matter of personal opinion, and in the lingo of phone sex platforms, truly “anything goes.”
Speaking of which, Niteflirt in particular has a fairly conservative approach to the things we aren’t supposed to talk about. Their list of banned subjects is here. But so many callers have many of these fantasies! I’m not here to judge them. This is one reason I have my own toll-free number, an alternate way for callers to reach me.
What it boils down to for me is knowing the difference between fantasy and reality. I have an entire alternate existence as Mommy Emma and I have raised a baby and believe me, there is a world of difference between an imaginary dirty diaper and a real one–I know it well!
I’m not particularly interested in receiving hateful comments from people who might feel like this lady on the right about what a sick person I am, so I’m not going to spell out what fetishes I’m willing to do. The list of the ones I just can’t do is pretty short. My gross-out threshold is pretty high.
Not sure? Please feel free to email me about a fetish or topic and I will truthfully respond about whether I can comfortably accommodate it. You can always trust me to be kind and tactful when I spell out a hard limit.