Phone Sex with Cindy Jaye

Daddy

Cindyjaye — Mon, 18 Feb 2013 22:57:28 +0000

I’ve been thinking a lot about Daddy lately. I kind of always think about Daddy though, so maybe lately isn’t the right word. Anyways, that’s usually what I’m thinking about when I’m masturbating. Like, really filthy Daddy stuff too, about being shackled to a bed with my wrists to my ankles in a room full of other naked girls and Daddy comes by and systematically rapes each one. I can hear the other girls moaning and screaming and crying as he gets closer and closer. I’m even more horrified to notice just how wet it makes my cunt and soon enough I’m helplessly writhing my hips in tortured circles, crying because I can’t do anything to relieve the pressure in my clit.

That’s not the kind of Daddy I’ve been thinking about. That Daddy is one I think I’d like to stay in my fantasies, please. No, I’m thinking about a different kind of Daddy and I’m sort of surprised by how challenging that is proving to outline. I’ve always been curious about, and interested in exploring, a Daddy/girl D/s dynamic. I guess I just never thought it’d actually happen, and to be totally honest the idea of calling a grown man “Daddy” squicked me out a little bit when I knew I’d have to actually say the words out loud. But…

Sometimes certain curiosities can’t be ignored, and somehow I found myself lucky enough to connect with a man who wants to go there with me. It’s funny, in a way. I always find it interesting how the fates seem to intervene when you get real clear about what it is you want and need. It seems like I had just put what I was looking for as far as a Dom (see my previous post about my kinky identity) when it appeared out of nowhere.

It’s still new, and feels a little vulnerable, so I don’t want to give too much away, but suffice to say that I feel like the luckiest little girl in the world right now.

My Kinky Identity, or How I Found My s-type.

Cindyjaye — Tue, 05 Feb 2013 19:35:06 +0000

We had been playing together for a while. We had even floundered into the murky waters of an ill-defined relationship. I knew that he liked to be Dominant, that was a part of his kink. He knew less about me, and I was still learning myself at the time. I knew that I liked pain, that there was a secret part of me that longed to serve and obey, and that was about it. (Well, at least in the context of the scene that was it. In the default world I am a strong and complicated woman.) But I was not strong enough in that desire to actually say what I wanted, to sit down and ask for it. Part of me needed him to broach the subject first. When he handed me a three page checklist to fill out, I carefully crafted my answers, parsing each question for subtext and responding in such a way that (I had hoped) would indicate my curiosity around submission without me ever having to say the words, “I want to obey.”

Subtlety, it seems, was not the best tactic. He glanced over that checklist and the times that we had already spent playing together, remembering the moments he had asked me to do something stereotypically submissive, like crawl across the floor and looked me dead in the eyes as he said, “You’re not submissive. You can’t be that. Every time I ask you to do those things you do it sarcastically.” My heart fell to the floor while my face turned to stone. “Oh,” I’m sure was all I said. I blindly accepted this observation, and we wandered into the playroom where I submitted to levels of teasing and pain that went far beyond my masochistic happy place. I’m not trying to say that this individual abused me in any way, or ever violated my boundaries. I’m saying that I allowed it to continue for the simple pleasure I found in giving him what he desired (and if that ain’t submission, I don’t know what is,) but it was already too late. The spell had been broken and there was no going back. It was our most intense scene. It was our final scene, and it was bittersweet in the way that all last kisses are, never knowing that they’ll be the last until so many days or weeks later.

It took much longer than that for our relationship to fall apart, but I see that as the moment it really ended for me. It took me even longer afterwards to figure out just how FUCKED. UP. that shit was. But I was young and shiny new and I didn’t have anyone around to tell me differently. You learn a lot the long and hard way when you take care of yourself, and I’ve been doing that for damn near fourteen years now.

And you know what? I’m not even mad at him. In fact, I’m grateful for the experience. It may have led me the long way around, but I have that much more confidence in this knowledge now: I can be whatever kind of slave I want to be. I can be whatever kind of submissive I want to be. I am multitudinous in and of myself. I have so much to offer. I am special and valuable. I am service gold. I know exactly what I want and how I can give it. I know that I do not have to be less of myself to serve the right master.

Did you get that last part? The right master. Because the right master is the one who sees the entirety of me, who loves all that I am, and enjoys my service for precisely that reason. Because I am me. Because I am confident and strong and worthy, and I know that. Am I the right submissive for everyone? No, absolutely not. And that’s okay with me. I am rare and strong and beautiful, and not everyone can handle that. And some people need a different brand of rare and strong and beautiful and that’s fucking amazing too.

But let me make this perfectly fucking clear: No one will ever get to tell me what my identity is ever again.

Now, with my Prime Directive firmly in place, I’m heading out to explore this wild new territory. I can’t wait to tell you what it’s like out there.

Halloween, NaNoWriMo, oh my! It’s Cindy’s favorite time of the year!

Cindyjaye — Tue, 23 Oct 2012 17:42:58 +0000

Can you believe that October is already almost over? I can’t! But I’m super excited about it anyways. It can only mean two things: One, Halloween is almost here! Halloween is one of my most favorite holidays, and while I don’t always do anything particularly noteworthy or exciting for the holiday, I enjoy the season immensely and I always decorate my home. I mean really, who needs much of an excuse to carve pumpkins and buy candy? Not this girl, at any rate. Second, NaNoWriMo begins in T-8 days and 13 hours! I’m looking to make it a three-year winning streak this time around and I can’t wait to get started. I’m planning on staying up past midnight on the 31st to get an early start on my novel. After doing this for the last two years I can unequivocally say that getting ahead in the early days is pivotal to success. Later on in the month the task starts to wear you down, and there will be days that you just can’t write at all. It’s nice to have a few thousand word buffer on those days.

In other news, I am a force of nature these days. I’ve been non-stop busy on a super top-secret project that is ALMOST finished, and I can’t wait for that. I’ve also started dating a new person, and while we don’t have the most time together, what we do get is super fucking hot. Unfortunately, I have to wait until next week to ride that train again. Patience (when it comes to kinky sex) is definitely not my strong suit.

Fresh Meat, or Stories About Corrupting Others

Cindyjaye — Sat, 13 Oct 2012 17:28:55 +0000

My life has been pretty crazy lately (in the most awesome of ways) and I am delighted to have this juicy little gem of a story to share with you. I recently started dating a new person, someone I’ve been interested in for awhile. Unfortunately it’s taken us a few months to get to this point, what with juggling our busy schedules, cold feet, and dealing with jilted ex-lovers. You know, life stuff.

One of the reasons we started pursuing each other is that he’s exceptionally kink-curious without knowing a damn thing about it other than that it turns him on. Now, I’ve had really terrible luck trying to convert people in the past, but this one is different. There’s no converting here, just a simple education gap that I am more than happy to bridge. So the other night we got together for a little down and dirty rope lesson followed by some naked wrestling around in bed. For someone who doesn’t know anything about rope, he certainly took to it like a duck to water. If you’ve been following along since the beginning, you know that my initial interest in kink was in bottoming: being tied up and having horrible things done to me. As I explored more in the scene I discovered a natural inclination towards dominance, topping, and especially, being on the other end of the rope. It was quite a wonderful change of pace for me to be back on the bottom again. I had almost forgotten how much I liked it.

We decided to take things slow while being responsible (waiting for results from STD tests, etc) so while there was no penetrative sex that first night, there were other things…things I haven’t done in years, things I forgot could be so much fun. I still get a little shiver running through my body that culminates in a tight throbbing in my clit when I think back on it. Being tied up, face down on the bed while he ran a rope between my legs and started working it back and forth on my aching pussy. His body pressed up against me while I rubbed his rock hard (and huge! My god!) cock in my hands until we both came breathless and breathing hard through kisses. It reminded me of all the good parts of high school. The only terrible part came when we had to untangle ourselves and I had a long drive home with nothing but those torturous thoughts to keep me company, waiting until the next time our schedules line up.

Slow and Juicy Phone Sex

Cindyjaye — Wed, 12 Sep 2012 17:30:32 +0000

It’s finally Fall. The long, hard summer is over. I’m thankful for a number of reasons. Firstly, I really hate summer. It is my least favorite season, and one that always manages to pull a few not-so-subtle punches every year. Second, (and this may be a surprise for some of you) but Summer is the dead season for phone sex. All the dirty daddies are busy with their families. Vacations cut into luxury spending budgets and the constant presence of wives and children makes it pretty much impossible to find a few minutes alone. It’s a good time for an Independent Phone Sex girl to take a vacation, but unfortunately that wasn’t really an option for me this year.

I’m in the mood to break into the season with some really hot and steamy phone sex. I’m looking for the exact opposite of a late night, ten-minute-moan-and-groan kind of thing. I want it long and slow, really fucking hard and wet, just take. your. sweet. time. I want someone who knows how to push my buttons and does so with relish. (I’ll tell you what they are if you ask, it’s only fair.)

I’d be willing to bet you have some buttons that need pushing as well. Maybe all that fresh air and summer sun with the family wore you down just a little bit too. Your deviant desires have hid in hibernation, just waiting for the right moment to begin cracking open. That moment is now! Let’s take some time to really do it right, slowly building up to the big moment in long, teasing strokes. You know you want to. You waited longer than you ever thought you would. Now’s your chance to let go and do what feels good.

While you’re at it, check out our Fetish of the Month promotion for five free phone sex minutes!

Where is Cindy?

Cindyjaye — Wed, 05 Sep 2012 16:30:31 +0000

Hello out there,

It has been one very long, difficult summer. I won’t bore you with the details, but suffice to say that it has gotten to the point that it screws with my health. I went to the doctor the other day, and I’m waiting on some lab work to discover what is actually going on, but the basic diagnosis was that I’m stressed. I need to slow down and relax.

So to that end I’m going on a little vacation this week. I’m tidying up things around here and then heading out into the woods, somewhere that my phone couldn’t ring if it tried. I think it’s important to take some time for R&R no matter what you do. Just because people seem to think that phone sex is all hanging around in bed and masturbating all day (and some days it is,) the point is that you have to work hard to get to those days. And sometimes you just don’t have it.

Sometimes the tank is just empty, and no matter what you do, how hard you suck on those fumes, you’re just not going to get there. I know it’s not the sexiest part of the fantasy service that I provide, but it is an honest one. And I think that’s why I have the kinds of clients that I do.

You guys actually care about me because you get to know the real me. Even when I’m tired, lounging around in my pajamas with major bedhead. Hell, I bet some of you even prefer that particular brand of sexiness. This post is for you, friends and loyal lovers that take me as I am. I love you all but I’m going to need to take it easy for a bit. I’ll be around as much as I can, but I know I’ll be better once I get that vacation I so sorely need.

Until then, be kind.
Cindy

Trivia Night!

Cindyjaye — Mon, 13 Aug 2012 14:57:45 +0000

Hey boys! It’s just about that time again: time for our fun, free trivia game! Come join us from 7-9pm (10-midnight if you’re out on the East Coast!) tomorrow (Tuesday, August 14th) in the Bay City Blues chat room and play for your chance to win one of two free phone sex calls! I’m running the game this month and I had a blast putting together the questions. It’ll be general trivia stuff (sometimes people assume it’s ALL about sex with us. Most of the time they’d be right, but not ALWAYS. We are three dimensional people, after all!) I’ll be ruling the chat room with an iron fist though, so don’t think you’re going to come down and hassle me, lol! I won’t have it! (Spankings to those who break the rules, unless you like spankings, in which case I’ll have to think of something MUCH worse.) If you can’t make it this month, don’t worry! We do this on the second Tuesday of every month.

The point? Come play! And if you love me and you win, well, you know where to use those free minutes!

P.S. Sometimes people have technical difficulties with our chat room. I’m working on fixing it, but my tech-savvy skills of the internets only take me so far. I’ve noticed that it tends to work a little better on the Chrome browser. Also, remember that you don’t need a password, just put in a nickname and come on in.

The Phone Sex Life

Cindyjaye — Wed, 01 Aug 2012 15:16:58 +0000

Oh man…I haven’t updated this thing since May? Crap.

It’s not entirely my fault, however. Things have been quite busy in my little corner of the web these days. Our delightful phone sex madam, the incomparable Tonya has been traveling throughout the U.S. and Canada doing her amazing one-woman play, Threads. I am very pleased to report that she has been quite successful in that endeavor so far. While she’s gone, however, I’m running the ship, and good lord, does this ship take some running! I love what I do, and I wouldn’t change it for anything, but I am very much looking forward to some vacation time when she returns. I’m thinking a few days in the woods, far from internet and cell phones, just a little time to get back to myself. That would be amazing.

In the meantime, however, I’m immersed in the phone sex life, and that is not a bad thing at all. I’ve become a frenzy of sexuality, all kinds of terrible and wonderful role play scenarios popping into my head day and night. I’ve also picked up a couple of new clients that have showed me that I don’t know everything about phone sex, and that has been pretty exciting, actually. It’s kind of crazy to think that I’m fast approaching my third year of this work, and I’m still here. I never thought this would become what it is today when I first started. I was just looking for a little fun and some extra cash. Now this is my full-time job, and I love the company as if it were my own flesh and blood. Crazy how much things change in such a short time, huh?

In honor of the first of August I thought I’d share a sexy little promotion we’re doing over at Bay City Blues. We’ve been introducing a new fetish every month and if you call in and say the fetish of the month you get five free minutes added to your phone sex call! Check out the details below:

I hope I get to hear from you soon!

Keys in My Hand

Cindyjaye — Sun, 13 May 2012 17:19:40 +0000

It sounds strange to think about, right? Just a little piece of metal, really. Nothing special. Some of you are probably a little confused as to what the big deal is, and those of you who aren’t confused are probably a little excited right about now because you know exactly what I’m getting at here.

You probably even have a little cock cage at home, something you use alone, all that hot shame and excitement coloring your face when you pull it out, running through the script you’re playing out in your head. It’s not just a little playtime you’re looking for here, you’re imagining the hot mistress of your dreams tying you down, and pulling that awkward little pile of plastic and parts out of a drawer near the edge of your vision. You can’t quite tell what it is in the thin light, but you can hear it and you know what’s coming next. She’s been teasing you about locking you up for weeks, months now. Part of you wanted to dare her to do it, so overcome with your fantasy that you forget how dangerous that would be.

And now here you are, helpless in her bed, that strange, mysterious, demanding woman standing over you, the hard plastic cage in one hand and a small lock and key set in the other. An evil grin on her face completing the scene. Your cock twitches a little and starts to get hard when she grabs it, you can’t help but be overcome with desire when she touches you, she trained you to be this way for her. She giggles and torques your dick in directions it was never really meant to go, trying to coax it back down to a state of semi-hardness. Her fingers manipulate your equipment, forcing it into the tiny little cage, clamping the ring down and before you can make a noise to protest you hear the final “click” of the lock sliding into place.

She laughs.

Your cock tries to get hard, but finds nothing warm to touch, just the cold, hard outline of the chastity belt that you’re stuck in now.

She looks at you and giggles evilly again, sliding those keys onto a long chain and tucking them into her cleavage as she walks away, leaving you there to squirm in your denial, wondering what the hell you’ve agreed to and when you’ll ever be able to feel your cock again.

Not for a long time pet, Not for a very very long time..

The Most Wonderful Time of the Year

Cindyjaye — Wed, 25 Apr 2012 17:27:02 +0000

Wow, I can’t believe it’s been a month since I updated this blog. Time does tend to slip away from me. Thankfully, lately that has been because there are so many wonderful, exciting things happening in my life. If you’re interested to know it’s been more of the same; working hard, traveling, torturing boys, and having fun with my kinky friends. I’m also gearing up to teach my Intro to Rope class, which isn’t as exciting as it sounds. Basically I am writing a research paper on bondage. Wait, maybe that is EXACTLY as interesting as it sounds, to me anyways. The history of bondage is pretty crazy and I’m excited to share what I’ve learned with everyone.

Also, my birthday is coming up! I might just run a little phone sex special to celebrate, so keep your eyes peeled for that one. I’m planning a little party for some of my kinky friends here in Portland and I can’t wait to see what happens there. It’s been a hell of a long time since I had a party like that, and I have to say I’ve missed the festivities. My birthday is my most favorite day of the whole year (check out my VYou responses if you don’t believe me) and I’m already counting down the days! It’s not even the presents that excite me, just the fact that I get to spend a whole day celebrating how awesome I am. And let’s face it, I’m pretty damn awesome. =)

Kisses!
Cindy