Bay City Blues

Easy to tell when I’ve touched a nerve. Heh. Let’s move along, shall we? I’ll use the classic boobies segue ploy…

WISH YOU WERE HERE! *grins*

Saturday night, I went to a party at The Conservatory, one of Portland’s nicest and most luxurious dungeons. I usually attend three or four fetish events a month, most of which require themed costumes or at least super sexy dressing up. This month, we were encouraged to wear corsets, so I chose a black stretch satin number with pink ribbon piping and bows. I paired it with a pleated pvc micromini school girl skirt and platform black patent leather mary janes. Extra naughty, with just a dash of innocence to contrast the sluttiness of it all. Hehehe! And geared to appeal to my favorite evil bastard, who promptly showed me what happens to dirty girls like me who play Bait the Sadist…

They get strapped to a doctor’s exam table, wrists shackled to ankles, with a spreader bar holding their knees wide open, exposed. They have to see the whole room watching them, lusting for them. They are forced to admit what horny, naughty, exhibitionists they are, and the words get written on them with a red sharpie. They get their nipples pinched and the insides of their thighs smacked. They get their cunt spanked by random implements picked up at home furnishing stores. (Seriously, who knew you could find so many S/m toys at Ikea?) They get one hand released, but only so they can fuck themselves with a big dildo while repeating over and over what naughty sluts they are. They must beg to cum. Loudly. And then when it’s over, they get cuddled and told what good girls they are. *grins*

Now, is it me, or does that scenario make for one hot fucking phone sex call? Heh! I find being on either the giving or receiving end of a little erotic embarassment can truly heighten a sexual experience, be it on the phone or in person. So what do you say? Up for a little nasty name-calling? I promise I won’t get offended… *wink*

Tonya

Usually, I just delete the bullshit comments and spam, but this one actually cracked me up a little so I’m publishing it here, word for word. It totally and completely proves my point, but we’ll get to that later…

A new comment on the post #2882 “what do you think” is waiting for your approval at http://baycityblues.com/archives/2882

Author : some one some where (IP: 97.123.166.182, 97-123-166-182.albq.qwest.net)
E-mail : yourretarded@yahoo.com
URL : http://n/m
Whois : http://ws.arin.net/cgi-bin/whois.pl?queryinput=97.123.166.182
Comment:
you are a sick fuck. i would NEVER work for a company that ‘tried me out’ Thats like a pimp fucking his hoes. you should pay them if your gonna do that. you should not make the girls ‘work for free’. your just a pervert looking to score with another pso. Jerk

LMFAO! Oh where do I begin?

First of all, is this supposed to piss me off and upset me? If so, it would be much more effective if I actually had respect for the person writing it. While you might find your anonymity comforting and clever, I find it cowardly and laughable. If you want to be taken seriously, try capitalization, punctuation, and correct spelling. Also, your is possessive as in “may I please suck YOUR cock?” You’re is the contraction of you are, as in “I hope YOU’RE going to fuck me hard!” Most. Annoying. Grammar error. Ever.

Second, it’s a blog. It exists so we can discuss ideas and opinions with our clientele, like the post you reference, dated all the way back in April. Do I think we should “audition” girls? Abso-fucking-lutely. Do we? No. Hell, I’m a theatre actor, and I have to audition (unpaid, I might add) for almost every job I get unless they know my body of work. A job interview is basically an audition, isn’t it? Girls who work with Bay City Blues are receiving our endorsement- we are telling our clients to call them- shouldn’t I know what I’m selling? Even so, Howard has NEVER asked an applicant to have free phone sex with him, and implying such is libelous. It would be ME who auditioned girls, if we were going to do that, and we decided against it.

Third, I adore how you say “just a pervert looking to score with another pso” as if that is such a reprehensible thing. Nice judgementalness. Really sexy. Same goes for “sick fuck” and “pimps and hoes,” though I’m pretty sure you meant pimps and ho’s, not pimps and garden implements. Gentlemen, don’t you all want to run out and phone this mystery lady from New Mexico? Doesn’t she sound like someone who is sex-positive, open-minded, and wants to cum hard on the phone with you? Don’t derisive, negative comments about other people and their sexuality turn you on? *smiling sweetly*

Comments like this one and phone sex operators with this kind of mindset prove my point. Bay City Blues isn’t for everyone. It’s fortunate that this person would never work here, because we would never inflict her on our clients. Isn’t it obvious? We only wish to work with articulate, intelligent, non-judgmental people who enjoy phone sex and respect themselves and their callers.

Whew. That was a mouthful, and not the kind I usually enjoy. Heh. However, in honor of Ms. New Mexico, I’ve decided it’s time for a phone sex special! Just call 1-866-739-9832 and ask for the “Sick Fuck” Special and I’ll give you 25 minutes for the price of 20. That’s all you have to do. I should be around most of the day, though I’ll be gone for a couple of hours around lunch. Can’t wait to talk to all you perverts! *wink*

Tonya

P.S. I still can’t get over the your/you’re thing. Makes me twitch every time. Don’t even get me started on there/their/they’re…

Ok so I’m working on the website- moving it to new hosting, cleaning up links, etc. It’s going to be under construction for a few days while I figure everything out, because as we all know, I’m not exactly a super techie. Heh. But I am great at organizing and streamlining, and right now simplification is the name of the game.

Don’t worry, Bay City Blues phone sex isn’t going anywhere. It’s just that BCB is pretty much just me right now. Lol! Things change, people change, life changes…Technology happens, the economy sucks, the phone sex business itself is radically different than it was two years ago, five years ago…Howard is just too busy with the work he’s doing with his family to put in the kind of time BCB has demanded of him, and as for me…

I want to have blisteringly hot phone sex. I don’t want to manage a slew of faceless personnel, entertain wankers in a chat room (my real callers seem to prefer the privacy of IM), spend hours on SEO work, write phone sex! phone sex! phone sex! blog entries every day just to stay high on Google…It’s exhausting, and it detracts from my enjoyment of the phone sex itself, which is in my opinion, what makes me good at it- the fact that I truly LOVE it.

I believe that my time is best spent having a life so that I can share it with my callers, as opposed to living indefinitely online. Keeping up my blog is important to me, because it brings together all the different threads of my life- phone sex, theatre, acting, writing, performing, bdsm, and the kink community. Keeping up with my callers via email and instant message is also important, and I’ve missed having the time to do so.

So I’m just not going to do the other bullshit anymore. If independent girls find us and want us to bill for them, cool- we’ll work something out. But they’re going to have to be very special. They’re going to need to be self-motivated and have their own website and/or blog already. They’re going to have to demonstrate a truly sex-positive attitude and extensive knowledge.

And because people like that are few and far between, this means you may not always be able to use our services, for lack of available operators. I’m sorry. I understand if you choose another company with more girls, temporarily or permanently. Them’s the breaks. I can’t be everything to everyone, I can’t take calls 24 hours a day, and hell who doesn’t like a little variety? I’m not greedy, but I do need to be happy, so I’m willing to sacrifice a little money for peace of mind in knowing Bay City Blues is populated by only the best.

Whew. Didn’t intend to write so much, but there you have it. I think the Available Girls page is down, so I better go fix it. But feel free to call dispatch at 1-866-739-9832 if you’re feeling frisky. I have to take Buffy to the vet in a while, but other than that I’ll be around all day.

xoxoxox
Tonya

What is it about fishnet stockings and pantyhose that is so damn sexy? I swear, all I have to do is slip into some and I instantly feel more feminine. I’ve decided it is one of my missions in life to bring fishnets into everyday fashion usage. Lol! Seriously though, when I look at my photos, the ones I like best are often of me wearing fishnets. Apparently I have a fishnet fetish…

Now, how that translates to phone sex is still to be determined, but I thought I’d mention it. I suppose wearing sexy lingerie (specialty hosiery included) on a regular basis seems sort of frivolous, yet at the same time there is definitely something to be said for going out in public when you know you have naughty nothings on underneath your clothes…It puts me in a heightened state of arousal and awareness, looking for erotic aspects of the everyday and the mundane. But then again, I’m pretty much like that all the time. Heh.

Anyway, it’s Monday and I’m feeling frisky, so in honor of the Fishnet Revolution, I’m offering a temporary phone sex special. Call dispatch at 1-866-SEXY-832 and buy a 20 minute call with any delicious Bay City Blues phone sex babe, and I’ll make it 25 just because dammit we have some sizzling hot girls and you should talk to one of them! *smiles sweetly* One-girl calls only. One special per caller. Offer expires at midnight Thursday, May 7th, so don’t dawdle!

Your Aural Courtesan,
Tonya