Submission In Yellow

With all the talk lately on this blog about me dominating and controlling and wiping minds, it might be easy to forget that I absolutely love being a submissive pain-slut now and then. I love the endorphins. I love the challenge of "Can I take one... more... minute...?" And I love the way my brain stops thinking, and all I can do is feel. Delicious.

During my 40th birthday photo shoot, I planned submissive and dominant photos for each outfit. For my sweet pastel yellow lingerie submissive portion, I chose a pastel purple blindfold, pink panties as a gag, a cute rhinestone collar, bright neon chip clips for my nipples and labia (yyyyeouch), and a tiny bubble-gum pink vibrator with a clit stimulator.

The concept was: the cheeriest, brightest, cutest painslut pictures possible. I'm obviously way too easily amused.

Blogspot won't let me show nipples or labia, so here's the safe stuff:

But the pictures for sale include my full body, including close-ups of the clamps and vibrator on my pussy.

The time stamps on the pictures indicate that I was clamped for less than ten minutes, but my face when I removed them indicates that was plenty of time, thank you very much:

Don't worry, the pain subsided... see?

Oh, wait, maybe that's delirium kicking in... It's hard to tell.

The full set of 34 pictures is available via NiteFlirt for $10. Delivery is via a web page which has a little caption for each picture, and also via a zip file with higher-resolution pictures but no captions.



And of course, you can find all pay-to-view packages for sale on My Flirt Store. Hey, wow, look, I'm up to 25 things for sale now! Good for me!

Now I just need to get my butt in gear to also put together the submissive pics from the purple & red outfits...

Cucks and Robots and Hypnosluts, Oh My!

This crazy unpredictable job... What a week! Since last weekend:

First I had new inquiries and a new caller after David (of Twitter's @hotwives) tweeted about me. They were, as one might expect, mostly interested in cuckold fantasies, so I've been getting my fill (pun intended) of raw, rough sex with generously hung studs of every race. Delicious!

Then I had two fantastic long ASFR role-play (robot girl) calls with a techno-sexual, who generously added my name and picture and info to the FembotWiki phone sex page! How fun is that? Answer: way more fun than you might think. I spent most of Tuesday night browsing around the wiki, and Fembot Central, thoroughly enjoying the crash course in techno-sexual lingo. I need to take a better fembot picture for people who find me there...

Then two submissives have found me (one via Twitter and one via NiteFlirt), wanting to be put into a hypnoslave cycle of devotion, stimulation, and orgasm denial. I'll admit, even though I felt like a sexually powerful woman before I started doing erotic hypnotherapy, it's been quite a power trip to bring someone to the point of begging desperately to be allowed to climax, and then draining the erotic energy out of them just as easily as I built it up.

So I took a break tonight to have dinner out of the house with my husband, and realized my head was a little swirly from having such completely different energies - it's not unusual for things to happen in themes, but it is unusual to have three themes at once! So I did some centering / meditating / praying to clear out my psyche, napped for an hour, and woke up all clear, refreshed, and ready to rumble. Bring on the mind-controlling cuckolding androids!

Small Small World

It's a small world after all.

I have several callers with porn tumblr feeds (aka "spank banks") of images they find stimulating. Sometimes on calls, they'll direct me to their feed and we'll talk about their images and stories.

One such feed I love keeping up with is http://mybuddydharma.tumblr.com/ (NSFW (Not Safe For Work) in a big way) - I share his taste in a variety of women, and I love his comments on what he finds alluring about the images he chooses. (note to self: must buy super-long argyle socks...)

One night a couple of months ago, we discussed this image, from hotwivesonline's feed:
http://hotwivesonline.tumblr.com/post/1175934409/david-watches-proudly (equally NSFW), and we both loved it.

In December, I started an amazingly fun role play with "David", who started with an email saying he wanted to call to talk about his wife, "Allie", a friend of mine, and what happened at that party last month...? Because she's been acting oddly since then... And when David called, sure enough, we both stayed perfectly in character and I broke the news to him that ohmygodsosorry, but... yeah, Allie was with two big strong hung black guys that night.

David and I emailed again and had another call, all completely within character. I talked with theater friends of mine about how cleverly David had set up the scenario to enable me to run with it, and how incredibly fun it was to have a client with such a fantastic fourth wall.

And then David broke character by leaving me feedback that made me absolutely glow with pleasure, "Galiana is awesome to play with, and totally understands the most important rule of roleplay and improv: Don't deny the other person's reality. Recommended! Yay!"

Ohhhhh so he's a theater person! Awesome! Plus, he broke the fourth wall with me, so I felt comfortable sending him a follow-up note thanking him for the feedback, but addressed it to "David (totally not the wife of my friend Allie)" and signed it from "Galiana (totally not your wife's friend - totally a different Galiana than that)".

It started a very fun exchange, including him sharing his tumblr feed with me. And. Holy crap... (drumroll) it was hotwivesonline!! The same David, the same Allie from the cartoon! My head was spinning from the bizarre coincidence -- mybuddydharma has never mentioned me on his tumblr (although he swears he's going to post a pic someday), so it was purely just coincidence.

How. Fun. Is. That?!? Answer: super-mega-awesome fun indeed!

Robot Girl

A new caller had a new role play for me yesterday: sex android robot girl. He asked if I'd done the fantasy before, and I said "Absolutely!" even though I've only done it off-phone, and only for limited amounts of time before the scene broke apart into non-robot-like fucking.

The caller was very specific with me about what he wanted: mindless, robotic monotone, obviously not a human, configured for sexual pleasure. I think my favorite detail was that my vaginal lubrication was available to be configured in different flavors! How awesome would that be!

I had such a great time setting up with him, as the Super Sex Android Galiana: configuring my settings to make my hips sway more when I walked, downloading naughty programs, putting makeup on my removable face plate, and dressing in pretty things. The other robot in the lab was programmed to act more like a human woman, but man, did she ever have a thing for android girls! Her evaluation of whether or not to purchase me might have included some exploration of the sex programming...

I loved it. Such fun!

If I Call You "Love"

If I happen to call you "love" when we're on the phone, either...

I've been watching too many British shows and have that verbal rhythm in my head, or

I've recently done a girlfriend / wife role play with a caller where he tells me he loves me, so I say it back to him in that context; he usually says he loves me right around the time he also tells me that he's arranged for a well-hung black man to come over and fuck the hell out of me in front of him, but he knows it won't change how I feel about him, or

I've been musing about this post about Love, the English Language, and Not Completely Pretending, and how love is, for me, a point in time where I decide to to act in someone else's best interest as long as it does not harm me...


I'm not a long-term commitment kind of a girl. I only agreed to marry my husband if our wedding vows contained no unconditional promises about the years to come. His vow to me was, "I've asked you every day since we got engaged if you still want to marry me. Today's the important day. Do you still want to marry me?" And my vow to him was, "What it means for us to love each other looks different today than it ever has before, and it is different than it will ever be again. I can't promise you what it means for the future, but I'll do my best to figure it out with you. Do you still want to marry me?"

Side note: When there are unpleasant chores to be done around the house, one of us will inevitably say "But you promised in your vows to obey me!" to which the other will reply, "I didn't promise you shit," followed by something super-romantic like, "You're lucky I'm still here!" The foundation of our relationship seems to be mutual amusement...

My point in sharing my wedding anti-vows is that I believe that love exists primarily in the actions of a moment. String together enough loving moments, and you have a loving relationship. But I don't think you choose a loving relationship and then choose to act lovingly; I think you choose to act lovingly and thereby build a loving relationship.

So sometimes, on the phone, I respond with love, as I understand it, with a giving of myself for the good of another.

I felt loving when I honestly described what an honor it would be to meet one caller and fulfill a very specific BDSM submission fantasy, which has profound symbolism for him, and I let his emotions touch me.

I felt loving when I knelt in front of an exhausted-sounded business man and describing washing, massaging, and licking his feet while he let go of the tension of his mind and relaxed into his body.

I felt loving when I looked past my heartbreak over the physical limitations of a caller with a degenerative muscular disorder, and described athletic romping with him that helped him feel strong and tough and capable, if only for that moment.

... so it's possible that if I call you "love" when we're together, then in that moment, I felt a rush of love for you, genuine love to the best of my ability to define it, and it spilled out of my mouth before I could stop it.

Social Magic and Voice Samples

I've been asked a few times phone sex callers if I can read minds. Not... exactly... but I do have a few tricks up my sleeve, most of which I only realize I'm doing in hindsight.

I come from a family of social magicians: my father could make anyone feel fascinating, appreciated, and loved. My mom can put anyone at ease by telling a funny story that makes her audience feel she is one of them. My sister has an almost unnerving ability to dial her charm up or down at will. And me? In high school, I regularly amused myself by casually saying or doing naughty things around people who only knew the straight-A good girl side of me - I got energy from their shocked confusion.

The methods of social magic don't feel hidden to me: in person, if you want someone to be at ease, you look them in the eye when they're talking, ask questions to show you're listening and interested, and match body language when it makes sense to do so.

In acting class, we experimented with expressions: What's more threatening? 1. A person yelling, "I AM ANGRY YOU DID THAT!!!" while flailing and pounding and stomping, or 2. a person who takes a deep breath, sets their jaw, straightens their spine, tightens their eyes a bit, and says calmly, "I am angry you did that" in a pitch a few tones lower than their normal speaking voice.  /shiver Ugh. Wow. The mental picture of my acting coach doing that still fills me with terror. Do. Not. Want.

When I was a kid, Mom could tell who I was talking with on the phone because I was such a mimic. I don't try to do it, but I unconsciously find myself matching pitch, tone, speed, accent, and vocal mannerisms with the person I'm talking with. If I'm talking with someone British, I have to work to stay sounding American.

On the phone, I answer, "Hi, I'm Galiana!" with a cheerful, but essentially neutral voice. Once I hear the person on the other end, though, I think I probably sound completely different for every caller. When it's clear the person I'm talking with is chemically altered in a mellow way, I find myself saying sleepily, "heeeeeeyyyyy, it's good to heeeear from you." But when I'm hit with a fast, clipped, high-energy east coast voice, I ramp up and articulate through the rushing.

What made me think of it was my last caller; he has a smooth, calm voice and loves to tease and explore. I feel like I'm floating in a pool of pure luscious-ness with him, relaxed and sensual, all arching and stroking and sucking and coming.

After I got off the phone, I returned to sending follow-up notes, and the next on the list was a submissive who begs for me to be more commanding and stern with him, so I spend our time together barking commands and growling at him to shut the fuck up and take his punishment like the slut he is.


And I thought, "How the hell can I give someone a voice sample?"

I am amused.

Hello 2011!

Howdy 2011! I'm so glad you're here! Here's a toast to you, with color effects added by the photographer for his amusement, champagne by Kirkland (Costco brand), flat hair by afternoon nap, and lack of makeup by yours truly... 

I almost never drink, because I feel drunk for free all the time anyway, but it seemed appropriate tonight. I got to ring in the New Year with the best kind of bang with a fun new caller who got all my geek gamer references on my listings. Fun!

I have so much to be grateful for from 2010. I found an anit-vertigo medicine that enables me to do more on single days than I thought I'd be able to, I found an amazing career when I wasn't sure I could handle working at all, and I got to spend some wonderful time with family and friends and puppies (who aren't puppies any more).

My personal goals for 2011: see my family more, continue to develop meditative/prayer practices that allow me to remain calm in every situation (anxiety triggers my vertigo), and work with the dogs to get Good Citizen canine certified as a first step to becoming therapy dogs (I'd love to visit nursing homes once or twice a week).

My professional goals for 2011: split my listings out into "Smart Fun Galiana" / "Mistress Galiana" / "Hypno Galiana" to allow more ways for seekers to find me, start an "Ask Galiana" blog (and maybe podcast?), increase my advertising and marketing efforts, and abuse the hell out of the offer from my professional photographer friend to do a photo shoot when she comes to visit in March (squeeeeee can't wait).

I don't usually do resolutions, but I'm trying to figure out how to walk more - the dogs like it, I like it, and I feel better when I do it. It's hard to turn off the phones when I'm awake and alert and in a good mood, but I need to just do it.

My wish for all of you for 2011: May you make many happy memories with friends and family (family of origin and / or family of choice), and may you celebrate the amazing gift of your life every day.