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One Stop Fetish Queen

How does one become a Fetish Queen you ask.  How you become one is indulging in, researching, and putting into the practice of all manner of fetishes.

I take great pride in the fact that I have spent a great deal of time becoming familiar with varied fetishes over the years.  The more deviant the better.

One of my favorites is Domination.  No, I do NOT like to be dominated, no slave/sub shit here fellas, if you are one, fantastic, but I am not. Although that is one of my favorites, it is not the only one that I enjoy.

The list is vast.  I think for Me that is what makes it all so exciting.  I do not think there is any other type of craft that lets one explore so many different kinks as Phone Sex.  Every time I answer the phone I never know what I am going to get.  It’s like Christmas with every “Hello”.

Plus, I am 100% no taboo.  That means no matter what you say, or what type of fantasy you have, or even if you have acted upon the fantasy at one point, that not only will I have fun with you, and do my fucking best to make it so detailed that it is like you right there again, but, what you say to me, stays with me.  I’m like Vegas, but with a voice and a cunt.

Your Fetish Queen,

Frankie

Something Else Of Mine You Cannot Have

As you know from reading My bio, I will not ever in a million years allow you to have My pussy.  You crave it, you want to taste it, you want to nuzzle your face and tongue between those soft, savory, sweet, wet lips of Mine but you will never truly know what a sweet wonderful place it is with that pathetic cock of yours. Basically because you are not worthy of them, and never will be.  Another place on My body that you will never know the joy of tasting; My tits.  I know you want to touch them, rest your head upon them, squeeze them, or even, fuck them.  Very bold thought on your behalf, one that should leave your mind as quickly as it entered because that My pet, will never happen.  However, I will allow you to worship them, get close enough to them to smell the intoxicating scent of my body, the warmth of them, you are allowed to worship their beauty.  Imagine kneeling down before Me, Me releasing them so they fall freely in front of your mouth, and you, not being able to do anything but show adoration with your eyes and words.

Frankie

Deadly Innocence

It’s always the innocent looking girls and their murderous teddies that do the worst damage.  This picture makes me laugh. I have this image in my head of this cutie pie angelic girl getting onto her buildings elevator, the guy gives her the once over and smirks.  After all, she is at least 20 years old and she is carrying around a teddy bear for fuck sake, so maybe he says something to her.  Something smart ass, and she just simply smiles at him, perhaps giggling and then all of a sudden cute little teddy bear and teddy slippers go to work, stabbing, slashing, biting, ripping and just making the guy into a bloody mangled mess, all the while plinky elevator music is playing in the background.  Come to think of it, this would be a fucking fantastic role play, I love thinking of myself as a murder doll. *chuckles*

Your Extreme Fetish Queen,

Frankie

My Bitch Boys

You can never have enough Bitch Boys.  They do the most deviant things just to make sure I have what ever I want.  whether it be money, clothes, jewelry, or simply for My amusement.  I don’t give a shit if they have to eat crap food for months on end just to make sure I have what is supposed to be Mine.  Sure they complain, but then I just cut them off, and nobody wants that to happen to them.  Just ask my one b-boys, Kevin, he grew some balls and actually said, “No.” to Me. After I got done laughing My ass off, I hung up the phone, and refused to take any more calls from him until he sent Me enough money to make My car payment this month.  I have never in My life see someone beg the way he did.  I can tell you one thing, my little Kevin will NEVER say no to Me again, will you Kevin? ~laughs~

Frankie

Delve Into Darkness

Let go of your inhibitions, your fears and your sense of what is right.  Do what feels good.  You know what that is.  It’s opening yourself up to a world of hidden desires, unimaginative kink and a sweet mixture of pleasure and pain.  Don’t hold back because I don’t.  I want to hear your screams as I take you to that next level.  Are you afraid to admit what you really want?  Knowing that once those words escape your lips there is no going back.  But you don’t want the vanilla world do you?  You want to be tormented, forced to do whatever I tell you to.  You need to let go.  Take that step and delve into the darkness you need.

A Warning For the Weak

To those of you submissive sluts who have yet to pick up that phone be warned.  Dialing my number and entering into my world is allowing me to use you to whatever means that I deem fit.  This is not about making you happy.  This is about how YOU can please me, and I am very hard to please.  So if you plan on just sitting there and expecting to fuck me you’ve got a cruel surprise coming your way.  You could never be worthy of fucking me.  You are not the one in control here.  The sooner you realize that the better.  Once you have accepted your fate then we can delve into the extreme side of kink.  Are you prepared?

Pathetic Worm

 You kneel before me, head down, shoulders trembling.  You’ve been bad and you know what comes next.  Did you really think I wouldn’t find out?  That I wouldn’t know just by looking at you that you’ve strayed, thinking you could find someone to let you get off?  You stupid pathetic little worm.  Maybe I need to put heavier weights on that ridiculous excuse of a dick this time and have you crawl around on your hands on knees for all my friends to see.  Next time you’ll think twice before disobeying your mistress now won’t you?  Are you scared of what’s to come next?

Freaky Phone Sex with Fetshista Frankie

surrenderHey Whores! Now you all seem very excited by my feature and Sexy Specials this week, it even seems that some of you are exploring unchartered territory! Well good for you! I invite you to delve into the darkest corners of your imagination, the places even you are reticent to go, for fear that you will fall in love with the darker side of your sexuality. Fear is the only thing holding you back. In my world, the only fear you will be allowed is that which I personally instill in you. In my world, reality and moral virtue clash in a chamber where the is no room for rules…..no room for your old boundaries. Free your mind and surrender your will….you’ll be sooo glad you did.

Trust Me. ~~winks~~

Leather & Love Bites…

Frankie

The Fetish: Freakish or Fine?

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People often use the word fetish as a label for any sort of sexual practice or interest that deviates from the norm, but how many of us actually know what it means? Fetishism refers to an intense fixation on a particular object—basically, the belief that certain objects overpower the individual. The most commonly known types of fetishes are sexual in nature. A sexual fetish requires a particular item’s presence for sexual arousal. Below is a list of some of the more, shall we say, interesting types of fetishes that exist.

Emetophilia
Becoming sexually aroused by vomit. People with this fetish may find themselves lurking near frat houses on Fridays around 3 a.m.

Diaper Fetishism
A strong inclination toward wearing diapers. Whether or not the diaper fetishist uses the diaper for its intended purpose is a matter of preference.

Coprolalia
Being turned-on by someone using profanity. Fuck. Shit. Ass. Do you want me now?

Blood Fetish
The belief that blood has supernatural qualities. Angelina Jolie once wore a vial of her then-husband Billy Bob Thorton’s blood around her neck. Dracula or fetishist? You decide.

Robot Fetishism
Also called “technosexuality,” it refers to a sexual attraction to robots or humans dressed as robots. I bet Vicki from the TV show Small Wonder got a lot of fan mail from these fetishists.

Agalmatophilia
Similar to robot fetishism, it involves sexual arousal from mannequins or statues. This makes me think of Kim Cattrall in the movie Mannequin in a very different way.

Somnophilia
Somnophiliacs get their jollies from watching people sleep. Perhaps the makers of Ambien and Lunesta need to rethink who they’re targeting with their marketing campaigns.

Satin Fetishism
Arousal from the look or feel of satin, by either wearing it or seeing it. Watch out for the creepy person in the corner of a fabric store lovingly fingering the reems of satin and inhaling their aroma.

Doraphilia
Sexual excitement from leather, skin, or fur. This seems kind of tame in the world of fetishes, like something the ladies of Real Housewives of Orange County might have if they had a fetish.

Urolagnia
Finding urine or the act of urinating sexually pleasing. Golden showers, an act derived from urolagnia and demonstrated in a few controversial videos involving R. Kelly, refers to peeing on someone or being peed on for sexual pleasure.

Cross-Eyed Fetish
Not sure what the scientific name for this fetish is, but this is good news for Dannielynn Birkhead, Anna Nicole Smith’s cross-eyed offspring.

Dendrophilia
This is a sexual attraction to trees and probably explains why a select few tree huggers take it a few steps further and become tree humpers.

Garment Fetishism
The eroticism of articles of clothing or uniforms. No wonder we see so many naughty nurses, slutty secretaries, and mischievous milk maidens wandering around every Halloween.

Pictophilia
Sexual excitement from pictures or videos of sex. People like watching sex? Now there’s a shocker.

Pyrophilia
One aspect of this fetish involves deriving pleasure from intercourse with a burning corpse. I have no idea how this would work, but it seems like there might be some serious logistical issues, not to mention medical dangers.

Retifism
Having sexual feelings toward shoes, feet, heels. So that’s why Carrie Bradshaw had all those Manolos.

Taphephilia
Being buried alive as a way to get off. That better be one good orgasm.

Archnephilia

Sexual attraction to spiders. These fetishists are typically big fans of the Grandaddy Longlegs species.

This is just a sampling of some of the fetishes in the world but there are thousands—maybe even millions—more, which made me wonder if the people who don’t have fetishes are really the ones with the so-called dysfunction.

But no matter what your fetish, if you can find someone to share it with and it doesn’t negatively interfere with your everyday life, I say let your fetish flag fly. Based on the ten million Web sites that come up when you type “fetish” into Google, I’m guessing that finding a partner in crime will be no problem.

Foot and Goddess Worship Phone sex with Frankie

I want you to worship me.

I want, when I extend my foot, the lowliest part of my goddess-like body, for you to bend over and kiss it. To lave my foot, whether it is in a tennis shoe, a sandal, a boot, or barefoot, with your tongue. To worship it, to show that you willingly place yourself under my heel, conquered by your own devotion to me, so that I do not have to exert myself if I do not want to. I’m tired of fighting all the chauvanistic assholes out in the real world, just to claim my rightful place, career, and paycheck out in the real world. When I come home, when I come into your home, I want my birthright as a living incarnation of Mother Earth, the Goddess, to be acknowledged the moment I open that door.

When you lick my bare foot, you will not neglect to suck on my toes. I want to feel your tongue working the tender skin between the joints, and a soft, reverent kiss placed on my instep. I want to feel your lips worshipping my ankles, and if I’m in a good mood, the muscles of my calves. Especially if I’m wearing heels. I do not wear heels for my own enjoyment, slave—remember that! If I wear heels, it is for two reasons; to make my already shapely legs look fantastic, and to grind the heel into whatever part of your body I’m displeased with. High heels hurt my feet, and they make my calves tense with the need to balance, so when I give you permission to salute my feet and lower legs when I’m wearing heels, I want you to show how much you appreciate the time and effort I’ve taken to wear them in the first place.

My knees are another point of worship; if I give you permission to rise as high as them in your daily devotions to my beauty, do not assume I will let you move on to my thighs. My knees are weapons against the dick-headed jerks of the world who think they can grab a woman’s ass in the workplace and get away with it. Many a woman’s knee has slammed into the groin of a man who thought he was better than her, simply by virtue of his genes. My knees can be used against you, if you displease me, so I want you to kiss them. I also want you to offer to do anything that requires kneeling, so that I do not have to bruise or otherwise sully them with menial labor. Scrubbing the floor, the toilet, wiping down the cabinets, mopping up spilled drinks, picking up broken glass, weeding in the garden, putting dishes away in the lower cupboards—anything that would cause me to have to bend down on my knees should be your job, and your place in the world. Remember to keep your own knees spread. Your thighs aren’t allowed to touch your cock, except maybe when you’re lying down, or you have to walk…… in which case you should be wearing your panties.

You say you want to worship? Be prepared.