Friday here again... Back in the library, only a few short days after wrapping up our latest investigation. The good news is that we closed out the case of MsGrace's missing panties. I'm feeling very confused and a little betrayed though. For one thing, the panty thief was finally identified, and it turned out to be none other than my ethically challenged boss. I can't help but feel sorry for one of the suspects in this case. Tracer knew all along that Mr Ace was innocent, but he still terrorized the guy anyway. Mr Lbb wasn't the thief either, but I don't think he regrets his fate too much. Everything turned out great for him. The saddest part is that I, being the innocent and trusting soul that I am, unknowingly went right along with Tracer's bogus scam. Besides inconveniencing those poor bastards, my boss and I shot countless innocent bystanders along the way, and even shot each other quite a few times. Unfortunately I got hit a lot more than Tracer did. That dick! I'm glad I painted his stupid fern now....

It turns out that Tracer had lifted a wad of cash from that heiress bimbo in the previous case before he capped her. He secretly palmed most of it and tossed the rest to me like he was God's gift to mankind or something. He took that palmed money and built himself a secret little wanking room off the side of his office. This became the hiding place for MsGrace's panties until the big secret was revealed. I'm a little bit peeved about Tracer wasting the money on a stupid private closet, when I had used my portion of the cash to pay for business related stuff. He could've at least made it a half-bath, which we desperately need at the office whenever he eats Mexican food.

Tracer had secretly gotten hooked up with MsGrace months ago and he never told me about it. No wonder our credit cards were always maxxed out! So when MsGrace wanted that nice Mr Lbb framed and brought to her, she used her panties as the bait. Tracer, without clueing me in, dragged me into it and played me like a french horn. (That was french horn, not french whore... before anybody gets any ideas...)

We collected up Mr Lbb, and delivered him to MsGrace just as planned and right on schedule. I'm kinda sorry now that I squirted him in the face with the chloroform, but in my defense, I didn't know then what I know now. After we got him there, some really strange stuff started to happen, including Tracers big reveal of MsGrace's master plan. Lbb got taken by MsGrace into a wierd room with furnishings that I'm pretty sure didn't come from Ikea. From the sounds I heard coming from behind the door, it didn't sound like Mr Lbb was having such a bad time. But even though he made me feel all foolish and betrayed, I still can't be mad at Tracer. I'll tell you why...

When I first got involved in this case, I thought I was too smart to get myself taken by one of those Mistress dames. Boy was I ever wrong! From the day MsGrace first came to the office, I began to have the most confusing feelings I have ever had in my life. I found myself calling her Mistress. Normally, this wouldn't be too acceptable when talking to a client, but she didn't seem to mind me calling her that one little bit. I knew that I should be acting like a professional, but at the same time found myself wanting and needing to be around MsGrace more every day. I needed to hear her voice (mmmmmm... that voice), and I spent a whole lot more company time trying to reach her on the phone than I probably should have. As the investigation dragged on, I felt the pull of MsGrace getting stronger and stronger.

I was finally allowed to see MsGrace's plans for me after she took Mr Lbb into that rumpus room of hers. She came out and made me kneel on a pillow, showed me the prettiest pink leather collar you have ever seen, and fastened it around my neck. Geez... after thinking I was too smart for this to happen, it became crystal clear to me that I had just been taken. She even called me her pet.

She told me to wait, so I knelt there, alone with my thoughts, listening to Mr Lbb moaning in the other room. Realizations flooded my brain. The collar felt good on me... I knew I would never voluntarily take it off again... I was now MsGrace's pet... Knowing that I was Hers gave me the most warm and happy feeling imaginable... I wanted and needed Her... She owns all of me... She is Everything to me... I absentmindedly began to softly rub my inner thigh... mmmmmm....

I was jolted out of my reverie by the sound of MsGrace returning from the other room. As She walked over to me with Her flogger in Her hand, I was overcome by Her presence and beauty. I found myself unable to look up at Her and so I lowered my eyes because it felt like the proper thing to do. My Mistress placed the handle of the flogger under my chin and raised my head so that I was looking up at Her. She smiled sweetly, clipped a leather leash onto my collar and said "Come with Me, My pet", and led me into the next room. I took one last look back, and as I watched my old life disappear from sight behind the slowly closing door, I remember knowing that nothing would be the same from that point on. But I didn't care... all was good.

As I sit here writing this, I'm not really sure where things will go from here. I haven't seen Tracer in over three days, and I don't know if he's gone on a vacation or what. All I know is that he was gone when MsGrace finished with me that day. I keep coming into the office whenever MsGrace doesn't need me for anything, but who knows how much longer I'll be in the detective business? The pink collar sometimes draws comments and stares, but I don't mind, because I know the real reason it's there. So I guess for now, it's business as usual for TracerBulletBilly Investigations, Inc... that is, if Tracer ever decides to bring his lazy ass back to work.

Well that's all for today, so I think I'll go back over to the office. I need to park my butt in the Lazy Boy and put my feet up for awhile. My knees are getting kinda achy from all the lead that's been going through them.

And maybe someday, when the timing is right, I might tell you what went on inside of MsGrace's rumpus room on that fateful day.

Girl Friday

Hi everybody! Girl Friday here, and I'm back after my short period of unemployment. I managed to get a small raise in salary from Mr Generosity as a condition for coming back. It may have helped my position that I had all the office keys and computer passwords, and Tracer wasn't able to get into the office without me there to let him in.

I even managed to wangle a longer lunch break, which is a good thing because I had to agree not to blog on company time anymore, so I'm writing this on a computer over at the public library. Tracer won't see the blog anymore, because he has never set foot in a library in his life.

Here's how the rehiring came about. I was kinda pissy over my job situation (a bad case of PMS didn't help) when I happened to run into my ex boss over in the WOT chatroom. The atmosphere in the room was pretty chilly between Tracer and me, but that nice Mistress Miss Tara encouraged us to get back together so we could get on with the missing panties investigation we're working on for MsGrace. So after shooting some people who weren't showing proper respect to the Mistresses, and then shooting each other a couple of times, we agreed to talk about a reconciliation. Miss Tara's friend Miss Sarah kept Tracer off balance by giving him a hard time, and I think that helped me by keeping him from focusing on my request for a raise.

It seems the shooting helped bring us back together, but I think Miss Tara doesn't like loud noises or something, because she seemed to get a little irritated. One of our confidential informants told us that she's a former hippie chick, so maybe gunplay offends her, but irritated or not, she did give me an oh so nice present before we left... a pair of real silk stockings! With seams! If Tracer shoots me in the knee while I'm wearing these, he's gonna have to answer to her.

So we went back to the office and negotiated a deal, and after it was agreed to and signed off on, I gave Tracer his keys back. That's when we decided to act on the information we had on this "ace" guy before he skipped town. One obnoxious cabdriver later, we were standing outside the gates to ace's mansion.

There was a building off to the side of the main house and there appeared to be some kind of activity going on inside. Tracer insisted in sneaking up on the building by running across the lawn instead of walking up the driveway. Next time I'm taking the driveway, because all I succeeded in doing was aerating the lawn with my 4 inch heels and my knees. At least on the driveway, I wouldn't have fallen down every few steps.

We ended up looking in the window and saw this wierd guy doing something with a chicken and chanting something that sounded like "free minutes". The overpowering aroma of Thin Mints poured out from the partially opened window. We agreed we'd better move fast before there was a big puff of smoke or something and he would be gone. Tracer got to the door first, but had to wait for me because I fell down a couple more times going through the flower bed.

Tracer pounds on the door, and there are noises inside like something a teenage boy would make when his mom surprises him while he's reading the stories in dads Playboy magazine. The door opens and a fairly dapper gent in a smoking jacket is standing in front of us. Right away I think Gomez Addams. But why does he have a hooded red robe under the smoking jacket? That doesn't match the jacket. Somethings not right. I put my hand on the derringer hidden between my boobs. Wait! That's my cell phone! Not wanting to waste the opportunity, I whip out the phone and call to check up on the whereabouts of MsGrace.

Tracer pulls his roscoe, which is something that he does a lot, and forces ace back into the room. He confronts ace and accuses him of stealing Ms Grace's panties. A struggle ensues, with Tracer getting knocked on his ass and losing his gun. I pull my derringer out! OK, and this is embarrassing, but in the excitement I make a little mistake by dropping my gun when both of my cheaters fall out of my bra. Before we know it, ace has both our guns, and has us over a barrel. Well, not a real barrel, but the expression.... you know.... Well ace is insisting that he doesn't know what the hell we're talking about. He says he never stole a pair of panties in his life. I don't really buy that, but hey, he has the guns and is dealing the cards.

Well something snaps inside of Tracers fedora, and all of a sudden Tracer upends ace with a nifty foot sweep! I was pretty impressed! Not bad for a dick! But then something goes haywire inside Tracer, and he starts talking crazy... something about apologizing to panties. It was pretty embarrassing to watch, so I kinda inched away in case something even wierder happened. But Tracer calmed down and somehow decided that ace was probably innocent. So... another dead end. Story of our lives.

Ace was pretty gracious after that.... surprisingly... We were lucky he didn't call the heat on us. He gave us each a box of Thin Mints and sent us on our way. Now here's where it REALLY gets wierd! It turns out that Tracer has a thing for wearing panties! ::giggle:: Yes, that's right... WOMENS Panties! Can you believe it? I almost died laughing..... literally! That moron Tracer shot me in the ass for laughing at him.....

Well, what's another trip to the Emergency Room more or less? The doc even laughed at where I got shot. For some reason, he called everybody in the room over to look at my ass. He said it was just a flesh wound, and that it was a good thing that I had plenty of flesh there to wound.

You should definitely read Tracer's more detailed and more warped version of the festivities at ace's house. You can find it here. These painkillers may have affected my memory.

Girl Friday

Hi everybody! Girl Friday here, wishing you all a very Merry Christmas!

I'm here at the office on Christmas day. Working. Yes, that insensitive dick who thinks he's my boss didn't give me the day off. But then again, knowing Tracer, he may not even know that today is Christmas, even though he went to a Christmas party last night. Idiot. Did I get an invitation? Nooooooo.... too much work to get caught up on he said. What a nice guy.....

Yesterday I got bored, so I decided to decorate the office for the holidays, but had to make due with stuff I could find around here because Tracer has been racking up some pretty big phone bills lately. I'm pretty proud of the garland I have hanging over the windows and doors. It's made out of a bunch of handcuffs and leg shackles that I linked together. I even took Tracer's favorite fern and spraypainted it red so it looks kinda like a poinsettia, and put it on his desk. He is really gonna like that I think.

I also converted the utility room in the back into an interrogation room, in case we run into some tight-lipped suspects who won't spill their guts for the usual methods. I borrowed some big planks from the construction site next door, and made this huge "X" looking thing, along with a couple of sturdy sawhorses. I found a couple of boxes of big hooks and I stuck them all over the place in the walls and ceiling, which by the way, I painted black to make the interrogation lamp more effective. Smart, huh?

Tracer was here this morning when I got here, passed out on the couch in the back room. He was wearing the craziest outfit. He looked like some kind of perverted elf, and he had on a pink velvet outfit, red leggings and with white fur trim. His shoes were pointy and turned up at the toes, and he had on this ridiculous looking hat with bells on it. I'm not gonna ask him what he was doing in that getup last night, but I got the camera and snapped a few dozen pics of him for future use. My favorite pic is the closeup of his face. He looks like he has some kind of makeup on, and the drool shows up really good in the pic. But I also couldn't resist getting a couple of shots of his roscoe where his skirt had ridden up. It's kinda hard to see in the pic because... well, just because.

I should update you on the caseload around here while I'm at it. The case of the missing panties is still active, but not sure where Tracer is with it right now. I keep calling the client, MsGrace, 4 or 5 times a day to keep her updated. Just in case her answering machine is overloaded, I back up the calls with emails. We've had a few meetings with her, and I don't even remember what went on during the meetings, except that I had funny marks on my wrists, ankles and ass when I got back to the office. It's the oddest thing too, but she is really a stickler about being called anything else but "Mistress". She also had some pretty strict conditions in the contract we signed, and if we don't find the panty thief soon, I'm gonna be climbing the walls here.... and maybe even the arm of the couch. But geeeez... that dame is sure a looker!

So far there are a few suspects in the case, but I can't tell you who they are for obvious reasons. We'll be getting back to the investigation as soon as Tracer gets his act together.

The case of Giantess Gretchen has been officially closed, but Tracer is still spending a lot of time smoothing things over with that irate Mistress, Miss Tara. She's not buying his excuses, and I don't know that I blame her. She seems like she's not mad at me though, because she sent over a nice Christmas present for me and it was a bottle of good perfume. It smells a whole lot better than the cheap swill I had been using. I will be sending her a thank you note later today.

We are thinking about taking a case for a client who is worried about some Canadian who turned up missing. I've been doing a little research and we have a reports that he was sighted here and there, but he usually doesn't stay in one place for very long apparently. I don't know if we're gonna take this case or not, because Tracer doesn't like cold weather, and I can see why, after seeing his new outfit.

The rest of our cases involve little blue-haired ladies looking for missing poodles, the usual unfaithful husband investigations, and even a case of a missing elf suit. These don't pay very well, so they get put on the back burner and usually we just forget about them.

It sounds like Tracer is finally waking up, judging by the moans coming from the back room. He must have a bad headache or something. Oh wait... the other extension is lit up so he must be on the phone. Probably asking somebody when Christmas is....

Well I'd better get back to work so I don't look like I'm slacking off when he comes out here. You'll be seeing Tracer and me around the chatrooms investigating our cases, so say hi if you see us.

Girl Friday

Homework Assignments Pt. II

This is a continuation of the account I started in Pt. I If you haven't read Pt. I yet, you may want to read that first.

I was chatting with Princess one fine night about hair salons, and some of the things that my stylist had been suggesting to me. My stylist has been wanting to color my hair to lighten it a little and get rid of some greys that had been sneaking in under the perimeter wire. Princess and I were talking about single process color and highlighting, when I let it slip that I really would like to do something like that, but just hadn't had the nerve to do anything about it. Of course Princess jumped on that foolish statement right away, and said, "Good! That's your next homework assignment, sweetie." I love it when her plans come together....

The assignment was to go like this. I would go and talk to my stylist about my options, and even though Princess was leaning towards highlights, she said I could go with whatever my stylist thought was best for me. Then I just had to do it. The original plan was to wait until I went in for my next haircut in January. But then I realized that I was going in to have my brows waxed this weekend anyway, so why not ask the stylist about it then? I made the waxing and color consultation appointment for Saturday and didn't worry too much about it because we were only gonna talk about color this time. For some still unknown reasons, I think the plan veered a little south at about this time.

Saturday rolled around and I went in, and wondering why she didn't wax my brows first like she usually does before a haircut, I sat down for the color consultation. The stylist recommended the single process color in a shade one step lighter than my normal dark brown. The die was cast. When I told her that I would go for that, she said I should go and put on a smock so we could get started. When I weakly squeaked out something like "aren't we just doing the consultation today?", she said that she had already blocked out the time for me. I was dead meat.

The salon was packed with other women with hair in various states of disarray, and I pushed through the crowd and followed the stylist to the back room where the smocks were hanging. She tossed one in a nearby massage room and said, "Take your shirt off and put the smock on." "But..but.. but I don't even have a bra on underneath!" Too bad. So I go in the room and change. As I'm fastening the snaps on the front of the smock, I realize that there are no "snaps". There is only one snap and it's right at the neck of the smock. Wonderful. If a strong breeze comes through, the smock is gonna turn into a cape and flip up over my head. Too late now. So I come back out, and holding the cape closed in a deathgrip, I run the gauntlet of women again and head back to my stylist's station.

She's mixed up a batch of some kind of evil smelling stuff, and starts painting it all through my hair. Now Princess had pushed this "point of no return" button on me in a call, and I instantly flashed back to when she did it and once again started to feel the squirmy feeling that went along with it. The words "It's too late now" were flashing in glowing red letters in front of my eyes.

So she gets the smelly goo worked all through my hair and then tells me to follow her to the back room where the heat chair is located. Once again I am paraded through the gauntlet of giggling women. We finally make it to the back room, and I'm relieved that my smock has stayed closed for the trip. My relief is short lived as she stops in front of a chair that looks kinda like a cross between Old Sparky and something out of Doctor Who. The area at the top of the chair back has these pie-plate looking heaters sprouting out of it in all directions, obviously meant to surround an unsuspecting head. She makes the same hand gesture that Dr Frankenstien used to get the Monster to sit down. "It works quicker if you sit under the heaters, so sit down!" I meekly comply. She turns some dials and the pie-plates start making wierd clicking sounds. My goo covered head begins to feel warmer and the stylist leaves, telling me she'll be back in 20 minutes.

Now at this point the heat is feeling pretty good, so I figure to close my eyes and take a snooze. Wrong. One of the salon owners (a guy) comes in and sits down on a nearby couch and starts telling me what he's getting his family for Christmas. After 20 minutes the stylist comes back and starts poking around in the goo trying to see if I'm done yet. Nope. Another 10. She leaves. More family Christmas stories.

After 10 minutes I am rescued by the stylist who leads me out through the giggling throng again. My knuckles are white from clutching the smock, and my hair is sticking out in all directions with goo all over it. The stylist takes me over to the shampoo station to wash the goo out, and all I can think of is that if I lean back in this chair and lose my grip on the smock, it's gonna be boobs out time. There are no mishaps however, and pretty soon I'm all shampooed and conditioned. The stylist tells me that I'm done unless I want to have her blowdry and style it, but it's gonna cost more. I figure I want to see what it's gonna look like under real conditions, just in case there are any surprises. So I tell her to "Go for it". But first, she waxes and plucks my brows, the original reason for me going there in the first place. Then off we go again, through the crowd, and back to the stylist's station.

She works her magic, blowdrying and wielding the straightening iron like Yoda's light saber until she has it just how I like it. She makes me walk through the giggling gauntlet one more time to take the smock off and put my shirt back on. Without my air conditioned smock on, I strut confidently back through the crowd. The stylist does a few more little touches and it's all over. I'm done! Or so I thought.

I am looking at my hair in the mirror and it looks really good. It's a bit lighter, but not radically. I hear something and look to my right to see two of the other stylists standing there going "Oooooh" and "Ahhhhh" and telling me how good it looks. My stylist is standing there beaming like a 1000 watt lightbulb. Wow... I guess she really did do a great job... then the other owner of the salon (the female one this time), who is doing a clients hair at the station next to mine, hears the ooohing and ahhhing, stops working on her client, turns around towards me and squeals, "Let me seeee!.... Ohhhhh.. that's beautiful! You look 20 years younger!" All heads in the salon swivel towards me as I shrink into the chair.

About all that's left is the paying and leaving, but not before some more oooohs and ahhhs from the 2 girls at the front desk. I pay, tip my stylist, and I'm outta there, needing a cig more than I ever have before. Now I just have to figure out what I'm gonna tell my co-workers.

Now I've tried to make a tedious account sound more interesting by injecting some humor, but it's all in fun. I really did enjoy the whole experience, even the parts that were a little embarrassing and uncomfortable. Getting all the compliments from the other stylists and the owners made me feel really good. I had lots of buttons pushed, and I only wish Princess had been there to watch. I probably wouldn't have had the nerve to do this if Princess hadn't booted my ass out the door for the homework assignment, so I can't begin to thank her enough. Doing these assignments for her (but also for me) makes me feel a closer connection to Princess, because just like the last time, I was thinking of her all through the experience, and I do love thinking about her.

Merry Christmas to all, but especially to my Mistress, the adorable Princess Grace.

little bitchass

P.S. On a side note, I went to the CVS today and a girl at the checkout, who has waited on me maybe 3 or 4 times in the last couple of months, takes my money and says, "Oh, you dyed your hair!"

Super.

Homework Assignments Pt. I

It's Christmas Eve, and I'm finally getting some time to post, so I want to tell you all about what went on with me yesterday. But before I get to yesterday, here's a little background...

As you know, Princess has officially been my Mistress for 3 months now, and up until recently, she has been very lenient about giving me homework assignments. That changed when she gave me my first official assignment a couple of weeks ago. She told me that I was to go to work wearing panties and pantyhose under my work duds. Now this is something that I've done before on my own, so I'm thinking, "Hey! This will be a piece of cake!" But Princess already knew that, so I was jolted out of my smirk when she upped the ante a little more. OK, well a lot more as far as I was concerned. I was to wear no boy socks over the hose, and they needed to be suntan hose. But the real worrisome part of this was that I was also to wear a bra to work. To quote a famous pirate, "Hmmmmm.... that's interesting..." So, not wanting to be seen as a scaredycat, I got dressed the next day and headed for work.

I was wearing jeans, but in the half asleep 5:30 AM semi-darkness, I made my first mistake. I picked out the one pair of jeans that had an inseam 2 inches shorter than the rest. I didn't notice a problem until I got to work and sat down at my desk. Geeshhh... wayyyy too much ankle showing! And I can tell you that suntan hose does NOT look like bare ankles! Then my anxiety level increased when I checked my email and found that there were a couple of special meetings set up for that day, and I was not gonna be able to hide my ankles under my desk the whole day. Crap! All I could do was to unhitch my belt a couple of notches and let the jeans ride lower.

The bra of course made my boobs look huge to me, but to somebody else I don't think it was noticeable. Luckily for me, it was a cold day, and Princess had said that I could wear a loose shirt over my regular one. I figured I was in pretty good shape on the bra issue, no pun intended, but still I had the pleasure of being reminded all day long that I was wearing it, by the feel of the tight straps.

All in all, I didn't have any real problems with the assignment, except for the times in the meetings when I had to be very aware of keeping my feet under me and my ankles covered. I also caught myself wanting to cross my legs, which of course would show the pantyhose even more. The meetings eventually disbanded, and I finished the day, hot to tell Princess that I completed the assignment.

So the hardest part of the assignment was the selfconscious feeling that came from constantly being aware that I was wearing the stuff, and that was manageable. What was unexpected though, turned out to be a very, VERY nice sideffect. Every time that I became aware of the bra or saw the hose, I instantly thought of Princess. Believe me, I was thinking of her CONSTANTLY that day! That was the most yummy part of the assignment for me.

Come to think of it, Princess never did tell me what grade I got on the homework. Hmmmm...

This brings us up to the assignment that I did yesterday, but I need a drink and a cig, and I'll tell you about that in Pt. II

little bitchass

I've decided to post this now, because as it gets closer and closer to Christmas, I may get too rushed, and end up not saying things exactly as I intended to.

As many of y'all know, this past year has not been the best for me in a lot of ways, especially in the last month. Thanksgiving was not the yummy "eat everything in sight" holiday that it always used to be, and Christmas is looking like it's not gonna be much better. But there is something that happened to me in the last six months that has made all the heartache bearable. Let me try to explain what that was before I get myself crying.

In June, my friend Krissi told me about this cool site with a great chatroom called "Women On Top". She gave me the url of an entry portal, and because of the name (www.suckpatrol.com), I had a struggle with myself trying to decide if I really wanted to go into the chatroom. But I won, beating out me by a slim margin, and went in and started hanging out in the WOT chatroom with Krissi and a whole bunch of new people, and even developed some pretty close friendships with a lot of them, Mistresses and subbies alike.

I had always been kinda self-conscious and shy in chatrooms in the past, usually lurking and not saying anything. But this time I decided to just be myself, have fun, and if anybody didn't like it, they could pound sand up their ass. So with this attitude in hand, I embarked on my journey through WOTland.

After wandering in the chatroom wilderness for a while, I happened upon a Goddess who's picture I had seen on her bio when I had first started exploring the place. Her name was MsGrace, also known as Princess Grace, and I began seeing her in the chatroom quite a bit. She was so full of energy and seemed to love having fun with the roomies. I remember thinking how beautiful she was, but my pessimistic side stepped in and whispered in my ear, "hey asshole, don't waste your energy... you know she's not gonna take the time to even say hello to you!" So, I went about playing in the room, even bravely saying hello to MsGrace whenever I saw her. The more I saw her in chat, the more I liked this Mistress. She was always friendly to me and willing to engage in conversation. I also started to listen to her MP3s and was floored by her voice. You could easily get lost in it and it melted me right away.

So at that point I decided to get even more brave, and kicking Pessi-me in the ass, I sent MsGrace an email. To my surprise she answered, and from then on, we started exchanging pretty regular emails and Instant Messages, mainly getting to know each other and making each other laugh a lot. I came to her for advice on things that were happening with me and the advice I got back was always perfect. I was struck by how genuine she seemed to be, and she really seemed to care about me. She helped me through a particularly rough time at one point, and with Pessi-me still whispering, I decided that this was the Mistress for me... I just had to find a way to call her that wouldn't get me thrown out of the house. She had me hooked and I knew it. And we got closer and closer.

I had noticed that she seemed to have a group of subbies who she called her "pets", and I wanted in that group in the worst way. This was obvious to Princess, and she seemed like she was pretty receptive to the idea. She started sprinkling in the phrase "you're Mine" pretty regularly, but I had been listening to Pessi-me for so long that I just couldn't be sure if that meant what I hoped it meant. I guess I needed her to grab me by the umm.. throat and yell it in my ear before I would be convinced. The uncertainty was put to rest when I finally had a chance to put a call in to Princess. After the call, I finally knew in my mind that I was hers, and officially a pet.

I still had moments of doubt here and there, as Pessi-me was more than willing to point out, but all the while, Princess and I became closer. What finally convinced me that this was really happening and that Princess was serious, was when she gave me the name jem_takenbyPrincessG to use in the chatroom. Pessi-me permanently got the boot out the door, and I was in Pet Heaven.

So this brings us up to the present, and why I wanted to post about all this. I wanted all of the readers of my blog to know, and I especially want Princess to know just how much she means to me. She is much more special and precious than you could ever know unless you happened to be one of her pets, and I'm sure the rest of her pets feel the exact same way. I don't care if I don't get a single Christmas present this year, because I already got a present that is far better than any gift I could ever ask for, and that is when she told me I was Hers. If I could get greedy and just ask for one more thing though, it would be that Princess will still want me around next year at this time. It's up to me to be honest with her, respect her feelings, treat her as she deserves to be treated, and be there for her when she needs it. If I can do all that, maybe Princess will keep my collar locked on nice and snug and will keep a tight hold on the leash.

That's how I feel about my Mistress, the amazing Princess Grace....

Merry Christmas, Princess.......

little bitchass


P.S. I purposely left out a lot of details in order to keep the post to a reasonable length. You can see more of those details if you read back through some on my past posts.

I had been trying to hook up with Princess for over a week. I was feeling particularly needy and wanty, especially since it had been almost 3 weeks since Princess last let me cum. But even more than that, I was missing her and feeling like I just wanted to hear her voice, whether she let me cum or not. Well, each time I had an opening to call her, she was not available, and when she was available, I wasn't able to call. I was getting pretty frustrated that we couldn't match up our schedules, so when this past Monday rolled around (Day 23 by this time), I'd had enough, so I said "fuck it", and decided I'd stay at work all night if I had to, just for a chance to catch an opening with her.

I IMed Princess during the day to see what her schedule was, and told her that I needed to hear her voice. She said "Sure! What day?" I was gonna ask her what night was good for her, when something inside said "bullshit! no way!" So I blurted out..... Uhhhh... how about tonight? I was expecting that she'd tell me that she never works on Monday nights, but she said that she'd IM me as soon as she got back in the dungeon.

So I waited at work until everybody else had gone home. I still had about two hours to kill before the time Princess said was the earliest she could be there. So, what do I do? Of course! Listen to Princess Grace mp3s! That's always good for somebody who hasn't cum in awhile. As billy would say, "super..."

In between mp3s, I'd go smoke a cig or pace around. I swear that the clock behind me had developed a bad battery and had slowed wayyyyyyyyy down. "What happens if she's delayed?" "What if she falls asleep?" "What if she doesn't wuv me anymore?" These worries were tumbling around in my needywanty brain when my Messenger window lit up. Squinted at the window from my pacing area and saw it was Princess, so I dove over my chair to reply before she had a chance to get away.

MsGrace: are you thereeee
Jem: yesssss Princessssss
MsGrace: is it safe lol
Jem: yesssssss it issssssss
MsGrace: ::giggles:: then you can call Me

She didn't have to tell me a second time. Speed dial had nothing on me...
*RING*
Eeeeeek! She's not picking up!!!!
*RING*
Oh shit! I knew it! She had to leave!!!!
*RING*
"Hello?"
There it is! My Princess's voice! All is right with the world again!

This is like the point in the Wizard of Oz where the movie changes from black and white into Technicolor. We chatted for a while, mostly girl talk and gossip, and then talked about where we wanted to go with the call. Princess ended up doing something that is not quite our usual scene, except that it did have a lot of subtle and not so subtle bondage aspects. It involved Princess taking me to a salon kinda like she usually does, but this time it's different. This time I'm going wearing a dress and heels and full makeup. She gets me into the salon, tells me she has some things she wants done, and takes the stylist over to the side and whispers some stuff to her. I end up handcuffed in the chair, and Princess says this is because they are going to be doing some things that I might not normally want to stick around for.

Yikes!

The next thing I know, the stylist is rolling a portable wash station over and sets it up behind me. I get shampooed and then Princess tells me they are gonna color my hair. She plays it up and makes it as squirmy as possible by teasing me with little gems like "once the stuff goes on your hair, there's nothing you can do about it..." and other "point of no return" teasers, which always pushes buttons with me. So I end up with blonde hair... "I'm never gonna be able to hide this!".

At some point during the coloring process, the salon owner (we'll just call him Antonio), is standing next to the chair with a bulge in his pants and it's rubbing against my arm, which is cuffed to the chair and I can't move it away from him. Well it seems that Antonio is a horndog. Princess has a quiet little talk with him, and pretty soon he has me doing things that are too embarrassing to talk about here, and besides, there may be kids reading this. It's too bad, but this is also the part of the story where I would tell you whether I got to cum or not. So, in order to stay out of trouble with irate parents, I will just say that by the time the call was over, I was happy that there were no other people in the building. I think I got kinda loud, and Princess giggled a little over that.

Soooooooo... I had a wonderful time talking to my Princess, and the play was spectacular as always. She has gotten to know a few of my buttons, and pushes them at just the right times. But even aside from the play, she is a wonderful Mistress and friend, and I am soooo happy to be one of her pets! Wuv ya Princess!

little bitchass

'Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the domain,
not a subbie was stirring, (they were tied down with chain).
The shackles were hung by the chimney with care,
and the St. Andrews cross stood empty and bare.

The subbies were nestled all snug in their beds,
while visions of floggers danced in their heads.
Chained in self-bondage, with cage on my cock,
I'd just settled down after clicking the lock.

When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter,
I crept from the bed to see what was the matter.
Away to the window I flew very quickly.
Tripped on my legirons and cursed soft and thickly.

The moon on the breast of the new-fallen snow,
gave the luster of mid-day to objects below.
When, what to my sleep-crusted eyes should unfurl,
but a miniature sleigh, pulled by eight pony girls.

With a Dominant driver, so gorgeous but stern,
I knew in a moment I'd a great deal to learn.
More rapid than eagles Her pony girls came,
and She whipped them, and shouted, and called them by name;

"Now, dashslave! now, danceslave! now, pranceslave and switch!
On, subbie! on slavegirl! on, slavepet and bitch!
To the top of the porch! to the training room wall!
And I'll redden your bottoms, should one of you fall!

As terrified tears before the cat-o-nine flow,
when they meet with an obstacle, gather courage and go.
So up to the house-top the pony girls flew,
with the sleigh full of sex toys, and the Dominant too.

And then, in a twinkling, I heard on the roof,
the prancing and pawing of pony girl boots.
As I drew in my head with a sense of forbode,
in through the front door the Dominant strode.

She was dressed all in black, from Her head to Her feet,
in a tight leather outfit all shiny and neat.
A bundle of sex toys She had flung on Her back,
and She looked very menacing opening Her pack.

Her eyes, they were hard with a definite glower.
Her countenance cold, and I quite felt Her power.
Her pink glossy lips bespoke no reprieve,
for the unlucky subbie who caused Her to grieve.

The corset She sported made me suck in some air,
as did the boots She had chosen to wear.
Her nails like long daggers, they glinted and shined.
She gripped Her pink flogger, and eyed my behind.

She was lean, mean and fit, quite the Domme of my dreams,
and I wanted to serve Her, so went down on my knees.
She looked down upon me, with a turn of Her head.
She made my soul tremble, my heart filled with dread.

She spoke not a word, but put me to straight to work.
She watched me in silence, never hiding Her smirk.
"Heel me," She commanded, the lone words She would say,
and She stalked out the door as I rushed to obey.

She sprang to Her sleigh, to Her team cracked the whip.
Pulled me 'cross Her knee, where I hung scared and limp.
And She whispered to me, "I shall teach you a lesson.
Happy Christmas, My bitchass; tonight we shall session."


DISCLAIMER: This poem was forwarded to me from an Atlanta based group. My apologies to the author, but I had to change a few things to fit my situation a bit better.

little bitchass

THE 12 DAYS OF CHRISTMAS (BDSM STYLE)

On the 1st day of Christmas, my Mistress gave to me...
A Small Feather Pillow for my knees.

On the 2nd day of Christmas, my Mistress gave to me...
2 Nipple Clamps and a Small Feather Pillow for my knees.

On the 3rd day of Christmas, my Mistress gave to me...
3 Blindfolds, 2 Nipple Clamps and a Small Feather Pillow for my
knees.

On the 4th day of Christmas, my Mistress gave to me...
4 Ball Gags, 3 Blindfolds, 2 Nipple Clamps and a Small Feather
Pillow for my knees.

On the 5th day of Christmas, my Mistress gave to me...
FIVE ANAL BEADS, 4 Ball Gags, 3 Blindfolds, 2 Nipple Clamps and a
Small Feather Pillow for my knees.

On the 6th day of Christmas, my Mistress gave to me...
6 Tubes of KY, FIVE ANAL BEADS,.4 Ball Gags, 3 Blindfolds, 2 Nipple
Clamps and a Small Feather Pillow for my knees.

On the 7th day of Christmas, my Mistress gave to me...
7 Crops a Swinging, 6 Tubes of KY, FIVE ANAL BEADS, 4 Ball Gags, 3
Blindfolds, 2 Nipple Clamps and a Small Feather Pillow for my
knees.

On the 8th day of Christmas, my Mistress gave to me...
8 Floggers Flogging, 7 Crops a Swinging, 6 Tubes of KY, FIVE ANAL
BEADS, 4 Ball Gags, 3 Blindfolds, 2 Nipple Clamps and a Small
Feather Pillow for my knees.

On the 9th day of Christmas, my Mistress gave to me...
9 Candles Dripping, 8 Floggers Flogging, 7 Crops a Swinging, 6
Tubes of KY, FIVE ANAL BEADS, 4 Ball Gags, 3 Blindfolds, 2 Nipple
Clamps and a Small Feather Pillow for my knees.

On the 10th day of Christmas, my Mistress gave to me...
10 Princess Whippings, 9 Candles Dripping, 8 Floggers Flogging, 7
Crops a Swinging, 6 Tubes of KY, FIVE ANAL BEADS, 4 Ball Gags, 3
Blindfolds, 2 Nipple Clamps and a Small Feather Pillow for my
knees

On the 11th day of Christmas, my Mistress gave to me...
11 Pairs of Stockings, 10 Princess Whippings, 9 Candles Dripping, 8
Floggers Flogging, 7 Crops a Swinging, 6 Tubes of KY, FIVE ANAL
BEADS, 4 Ball Gags, 3 Blindfolds, 2 Nipple Clamps and a Small
Feather Pillow for my knees.

On the 12th day of Christmas, my Mistress gave to me...
12 Orgasms Screaming, 11 Pairs of Stockings, 10 Princess Whippings, 9
Candles Dripping, 8 Floggers Flogging, 7 Crops a Swinging, 6 Tubes
of KY, FIVE ANAL BEADS, 4 Ball Gags, 3 Blindfolds, 2 Nipple Clamps
and a Small Feather Pillow for my knees.


DISCLAIMER: This song was forwarded to me from an Atlanta based group. My apologies to the author, but I had to change a few things to fit my situation a bit better.

little bitchass

There's been gunplay in the WOT chatroom!

I'm sitting here in the waiting area of the local emergency room, and while I wait patiently for the doctor on duty to finish pumping a few stomachs, I thought I would write a little something to make you all aware of a serious situation that occurred in the chatroom this evening. And I know that sentence was too long, but screw it... I'm tired and my knee hurts. Change it yourself if it bothers you.

I was sitting at the computer earlier this evening, just minding my own business, when who staggers in but TracerBulletBilly, my boss. Now in case you haven't heard, Tracer is a private dick, and I'm jem, his Girl Friday. We chatted for awhile, mostly general office issues like why there wasn't enough toilet paper in the bathroom the day Tracer had that unfortunate incident with the bad bean burritos.

After I stopped laughing and rolling on the floor, we started discussing the status of the current background investigation into a mysterious Giantess named Gretchen. We got a little sidetracked when I had a really scary anxiety attack brought on by acute denialitis. I was right in the midst of complaining to Tracer that I was badly in need of a call to my therapist, Dr Princess Grace, when Tracer gets a call on his futuristic 2-way wrist radio. Seems that a very angry looking Giantess Gretchen had just been seen stomping on pedestrians over on Main Street in the area of the WOT chatroom.

Well, Tracer stopped my anxiety attack by slapping my face a bunch of times and says to me, "Sister, we need to get over to the WOT chatroom on the double! If she runs out of pedestrians to stomp, it may take us weeks to find her again! Go get us a cab quick!" So I run outside to the street to flag down a taxi, but nobody is stopping. So I hiked up my skirt and flashed my getaway sticks, which caused a twenty car pileup. This caused the rest of the traffic to stop. We hightailed it over to a taxi that only had minor damage, and off we went to look for the very large Giantess. Unfortunately, the two front wheels had come off during the crash, and it was pretty slow going. By the time we finally got to the WOT chatroom, the Giantess was nowhere to be seen.

Tracer decided that since he had already stiffed the cab driver with a $5 bill that was actually Monopoly money, we should probably not try to take the same cab back to the office, but instead, we would go into the WOT chatroom to snoop around a little. Once inside the room we ran into Miss Tara, a gorgeous brunette with great gams in sky-high heels, and Tracer decided then and there that this would be a good person to interrogate. This turned out to be a serious case of bad judgement on Tracer's part, because Miss Tara seemed to be getting more irritated with him by the minute, and pretty soon it was obvious that this interrogation was going to escalate way out of control. This is where I edged... err moved slowly over behind the couch and hid, and Tracer gets scared and tries to hide behind me. Miss Tara appears to be more than a match for Tracer, so I decide that this is where I need to switch sides. Self preservation is a very strong instinct in me. So I stand up, point to Tracer and tell Miss Tara "Here he is!" This causes Tracer to get a little angry at me and he pulls out one of his 45s and shoots me in the kneecap!

Getting shot in the knee kinda hurt my feelings a little so I hopped over to Tracer, kneed him in the groin, and yelled at him, "Who the hell is gonna pay for ruining these pantyhose? These babys cost me a whole $2.99 for a 3-pack!" While he was distracted, Miss Tara grabbed his other 45 and all hell broke loose! Bullets were flying every whichway, but luckily, neither of them was a very good shot, so nobody actually got hurt. Well, except for me, because my knee was starting to throb pretty good by then.

Well the interogation had pretty much broken down at this point, so Tracer just said "fuck it", and decided to clear Miss Tara of any and all suspicion in the matter. I don't know if she was involved or not, but I think Tracer was not about to tangle with her any more. Probably a good move on his part. So we found a cab that had all four wheels and went back to the office. I wanted to go to the emergency room to get them to take a look at my knee, but by then Tracer was out of Monopoly money, and so he made me hoof it the 10 blocks to the hospital. The cheap bastard.... see how soon I buy his toilet paper for him next time.

So that brings us back to the present. I've been here for 5 hours now, waiting for the sawbones to finish his nap. The knee has pretty much gone numb, so it hasn't been too painful except when I try to cross my legs. I'm just hoping to get out of here soon and back to the office so I can start filing my lawsuit against Tracer. My advice to you all is to let sleeping dogs lie and don't mess with Giantesses or angry brunettes in heels. Oh.... and don't bring firearms into chatrooms either, because I'm pretty sure it's against room rules.

Oh, and if you want to read my cheapskate boss's version of what happened, I guess you can look here.

little bitchass

"Mean cockteasing bitch in the house!" That's the sign Princess should've hung up outside the chatroom for Tease Time last night! Princess was in "a mood" last night, and holy shit what a mood it was!

Things started out pretty normally, with the stroker boys stroking, and the girlies rubbing themselves through their panties. This was a clever trick on Princess' part, because it got us all complacent. I'm sure that the first-timers were not quite sure what was gonna happen, but most of the more experienced Tease Timers were prolly at a good comfort level, knowing from past sessions how Princess operates.

Princess had everybody listen to her new mind control MP3 and then do some warm-up stroking and rubbing. But after a short time, the illusion of normalcy came crashing down.... HARD! It started when Princess switched over to her intense Domme Voice for the rest of the tease. Yikes! I'll tell you she had no mercy from here on out!

She had everybody kneel down and keep their eyes lowered to the floor. Then she stood mere inches in front of each of us and told us to slowly raise our eyes starting at her yummy feet and slowly moving our gaze up until we reached her gorgeous hair. She was wearing black latex boots, black fishnet stockings, black latex panties, black corset, and the sexiest black latex gloves that you could imagine. To slowly scan up her body with her that close to me just about made me lose it right there. What a heavenly sight....she's a true Goddess. Princess has me on "no cummies" restriction, and her rubbing her hands all over her smooth thighs and breasts was not helping me to stay calm.

OK, now here's where everything starts getting kinda blurry. Princess made us stand back up with feet spread apart. She walked around behind everybody and cuffed our wrists to chains hanging from the ceiling, and then cuffed our ankles as well... You prolly all know how much I hate being rendered helpless that way. From there, she lubed up her latex glove and started probing in unmentionable areas with her finger... then adding another finger, at the same time reaching around and stroking with her other hand. There was not a thing that we could do to get away from her attentions because of the position we were restrained in. If you all want to know a secret... I really didn't want to get away anyway.

The fog started rolling in heavier and heavier, but through the fog I saw Princess go to a table and bring back a pink buttplug, which she proceeded to insert into our nether regions. At this point the fog became very thick as I tried to think of other things in an effort to be good and not break the "no cummies" rule. I have been good every time Princess has put me on restriction, but I was soooo close to tarnishing my record last night. I was honestly struggling so hard not to cum but could see I was about to lose the battle. I was never so happy to hear what she said next... "now take your hands away!". If she hadn't done that when she did, her little bitchass was gonna be in for some punishment.

So this session was the ultimate cocktease. And Princess was being such a bitch and I loved every minute of it! I even had a few people afterward IM me saying how much they loved this side of Princess. So she can be the sweetest Mistress you could imagine, or now, I also see that she can be the mean cockteasing bitch whenever she wants. And Princess... I hope you know that I say that with the utmost respect, because you were truly awesome last night. I am sooooo proud to be yours!

Where will Princess go for the next Tease Time? To be honest, I have no idea and I am not gonna try to guess, because I know that she is capable of anything. I just know one thing, and that is that I'm gonna enjoy whatever way she goes.

Princess' little bitchass

Well it's Wednesday, my last day at work before getting four yummy days off in a row. It's been kinda slow today, so I thought I'd just share some thoughts that have run through my head today.

Tomorrow is Thanksgiving. I hope that all of you who are reading this will have a great holiday, filled to the brim with whatever it is that makes you happiest!

I've had some not so great stuff go down in my life recently, and I had been all set to be miserable this weekend. You know... I really do enjoy the whole Thansgiving turkey dinner thing, and so watching the Food Channel this week has been a huge mistake. Seeing all that great food getting prepared and knowing you're not gonna be eating any? (Boo hoo and all that feeling sorry for myself stuff). So no more Food Channel for me this week!

But today, I started thinking about what Thanksgiving really means to me, and I think it means giving thanks for the good things that you have. I realized that it didn't have a damn thing to do with what I might be having for dinner. So I started thinking about what it was that has been making me happy over the last few years, and it became obvious to me that making a bunch of new friends online and meeting the Mistresses in MsAlly's group as well as those in the SissyJunction group was a major good thing for me. You all know who you are, so I won't list everybody. But hands down, the best thing happened just a few short months ago when Princess Grace chose me to be one of her pets. I've never met anyone quite like her either online or in person, and I can't begin to describe to you how I feel just being around her online, let alone when I get to talk to her on the phone. There are just sooooo many things that are special about her, and those who have gotten to know her know what I'm talking about. I could talk for hours about her, but will try to keep this blog entry from lasting into tomorrow.

So yes, I'm gonna be happy this Thanksgiving! I'm thankful just knowing that there are wonderful people out there like you all, and I hope you will celebrate with me in the chatroom as we raise our glasses in some toasts to friendship. And if all goes well, maybe Princess will stick her pretty toes in the room and will have a little drinkie with me tooo! And if she lets me, I'll give those cute widdle piddies some attention.

Thank you Princess for allowing me to be yours, and thanks to all of my friends just for being you...

Happy Thanksgiving!

little bitchass

Congratulations to Ms Ally and all her Mistresses on another great Marathon! And congratulations Princess for doing so well.... as always!

I knew it was gonna be tough for me to get a chance to call as soon as I heard the date for the Marathon. I had very pressing personal stuff to take care of over the weekend and didn't see how I was ever gonna be able to call. But I wanted to be a part of it for my Princess, so I told her that if I could get just a few hours free, I'd do my best to call.

Well things didn't go as planned, and I got back much later than I thought, and so was in a bit of a pissy mood because I felt like I had let Princess down. Then, all of a sudden, at the last minute, the clouds lifted! I was gonna have a chance to be alone long enough to make a call! I sent an IM to Princess to ask if she was available, and luckily she answered right away and was able to fit me in before my window of opportunity closed again. So off we went!

I was gonna give you all a blow by bl... er... detailed account of the call, but nahhhh..... think now that I'm not. I know there are a few people who will be disappointed. There is one who teases me unmercifully, so now it's my turn to tease back. As for the rest, I'm sorry I'm not going into detail, but until you start spilling details, neither am I! (sticks tongue out here)

I will just say that the call was fantastic, and had something to do with a wet Princess. Nooo... not that kind of wet, naughty naughty (well, maybe a little), but the kind of wet from just stepping out of the shower. It also involved some nice toe sucking and blow drying and some other things that I am definitely not gonna tell ya about! There was also lots of needing and wanting going on at my end too. LOL

So, after making me absolutely crazy for just too short a time, the call was over. It's up to you to guess whether Princess gave me relief this time. What's your best guess?

Princess, thank you for such a great call, and I'm so glad that I got to be a part of the Marathon for you. And as always... I soooo enjoy being yours.....

Your little bitchass

Tease Time has never been like this!

I just wanted to fire off a quickie post about last night's Tease Time with Princess. Now, I always enjoy these hosted chats with Princess, but last night's was even more special than usual.

My pal billy was there for awhile, but then he decided that he wanted to go play with his aneros, so he left. He also missed out on something else, and you will see what in a minute.

Princess Grace of course was there.... all teasy and sexy and stuff, as usual. I'm not gonna call her a cock teasing bitch for at least a week because she was sooo nice to us last night! She started out as usual, by telling everybody to get 'em out... even the gurls, who had to go get an extra set of panties to use instead of lube. Princess had us imagine that she had her head resting on our thighs and watching every single movement. She had us all get ourselves to the edge and stay there for her for awhile. She made us stop, and then after a few minutes had us start again, and telling us to get to the edge and stay there. We stayed on the razor's edge for a while, and then Princess fooled us all... Instead of the "take your hands away" that she usually hits us with, this time Princess changed it up, and told us all to cum HARD for her! Wow! Talk about surprised! Weeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!

So my string of no cummies days ended at 20, but today it's started all over again. It's afternoon and the needing and wanting has already started again. I don't know what we did to deserve being given permission to cum, but thank you soooo much, Princess! All I know is that it was much needed, at least by meeeeee!

I hope everybody plans on giving Princess a call on Saturday for the Marathon! Time to cowboy up and try for some of those delicious prizes! Me, I'll just be happy if I can call, prizes or not!

Good luck on Saturday, Princess! Hope to be talking to youuuu.

little bitchass

A super big thank you to someone!

Last night in the chatroom, Princess said to me, "oh, jemmie, somebody bought you a prezzie!" At first, I was thinking, "yeah, right!", and was waiting for the punchline that was sure to come next. But Princess assured me that it was no joke. Somebody, and she wouldn't say who, bought me a call with her! Once it soaked into my thick skull that it was real, I was really overwhelmed, because that particular prezzie means sooooo much to me.

Well, I have an idea who the mystery gift giver might be, but because i'm not totally sure, I won't mention any names, just in case I'm wrong. I also don't know what I coulda done to deserve something yummy like that. So whoever you are, thank you soooo much, and you really made my night last night!

little bitchass

I'm still here!

Hi everybody! Just wanted to do a quickie post to let you all know that I am still around. I've been having a few personal problems that I've been trying to deal with for the past week or so, and I really haven't had the energy to write much of anything, except for the occasional comment on my friends' blogs. Hopefully things will resolve themselves soon, and I can get back on track and doing some serious blogging.

Thank you to all my friends in the chatrooms who are helping me keep my mind off the unpleasant stuff, and above all, a huge thank you to Princess, for being there for me and helping me find my way.

And a note about Thursday's Tease Time... Princess, I loved the new MP3! I listened to it again this morning when everything was quiet, and after hearing it again, I hope you plan on doing more of those in the future. Actually, I think I need and want you to........

little bitchass

I've got this online friend. Im not gonna use her real name, so let's call her Sue. I've been chatting with Sue for over 3 years now, often multiple times per day. She is really amazing. Let me tell you something about her. She is a GG, lesbian, and totally submissive to her partner. She also holds a responsible position as a department supervisor.

You wouldn't believe some of the stuff that she does for her partner. This is not to say she isn't kinky on her own, but her partner takes things up to another level. Sue has a lot of piercings, and I think she's gotten most of them since I've known her. Her ears are pierced in multiple places, and she has about a half inch hole in each earlobe. She has a nose ring, her nipples are pierced, and she has a set of 6 labia rings that occasionally get weights hung from them.

Her partner also has her in a Neosteel belt. This is her second belt, because her partner decided that she also wanted her in a corset that's laced down tight, so they needed a new belt to go over the corset. She has recently added a set of thigh bands to the Neosteel, so that Sue can't take very long steps. Sue is not ever allowed to wear any kind of slacks or panties, and is expected to wait on company in the nude except for the belt, corset, and heels if her partner wants her to. Oh, and of course those heels... she has been in 5.5 inch or taller heels for the past couple of years, and she could not go back to wearing flats even if her partner allowed it. Her feet will not go flat on the floor anymore without a lot of pain.

Sue has fingernails about 2 inches long, and at one time her partner had 4 inch nails put on her. She also had little chains between the nails, which kept her fingers from spreading normally. Sue was also taken to a salon and had permanent eyeliner put on over a couple of visits, and it is very bold.. Think Cleopatra here.

OK, I saved the best for last. Sue's partner has a friend who's a doctor, and Sue was put on a high dose of estrogen to mimic pregnancy. She had morning sickness for a few months until she got used to the high doses. Her nipples got huge and dark. Then her doc changed the meds and added Motillium and Sue had to start pumping her breasts with a breastpump. After a few weeks, her estrogen was taken away abruptly, and she started lactating. She has to pump at least a couple of times a day or her breasts fill up and get painful. Her partner and their friends enjoy seeing her leak when she goes too long between pumpings, and Sue kinda thinks it's hot too.

Sue has been convinced that I am TS since shortly after we met. She thinks that my appearance should match how I feel, which to her means a normal female. She is the one who pushed me to get my ears and nipples pierced. It was her idea that I let my hair grow long (hers is so long she can sit on it), and that I get acrylic nails. She pushes me to dress as femme as possible and to wear makeup as much as possible. Right now her thing is to have me get a second set of earrings, and then a tongue piercing. She also wants me to wear more colorful nailpolish and sneak more makeup in for everyday use.

As a side note, I have been doing sessions with an online hypno Mistress for over a year now, and those sessions have been a combination of strengthening the female side of my personality, making me more comfortable in my skin, and to also help me to be more comfortable in public while appearing as a female. Sue pushes me, but the hypnosis has helped me to be comfortable with the changes in appearance and dress. I'm also grateful to Princess for allowing me to continue to see my hypno Mistress when I feel that I need it. I just need to let Princess know when I plan on doing a session.

So, Sue knows most of my kinks, and even though she knows nothing about Princess and the fact that I'm usually on restriction, she keeps sending me bondage pics and video clips because she knows that I like bondage and she likes to make me squirm. Sound familiar? The problem is that since I'm on restriction, watching her video clips can be a dangerous thing. I was lost in one the other day and absentmindedly rubbing my clitty, when all of a sudden I snapped out of it and realized I was about to cum. Sue just thinks it's soooo funny to send me stuff that makes me so horny I can't stand it. She sent me a couple of chastity videos the other day that almost made me lose it too.

So that about covers Sue and my strange relationship with her. I want to stress that she is NOT my Mistress... that position belongs to Princess... and she has no desire to be one. She's just a wonderful person and her best intentions are to push me in a direction where she knows I will be happier. She's just a little too playful sometimes... lol

little bitchass

Here we go again.

I've been so busy at work these last few weeks that I have been neglecting my blog a little. I was wondering if maybe people were getting a bit tired of my detailed posts about the Thursday Night Tease Times and also my calls with Princess. Last two nights in the chatroom though, I've gotten lots of good feedback from some people and it encouraged me to go ahead and keep writing about them.

So here's a little account of last night's Tease Time.

Princess came in and made everyone get out their cocks and clitties, and then told us all to go to a link she provided and listen to an audio of hers. The audio was awesome! In it, Princess was a young cocktease who was tormenting and teasing her fathers friend. There were a few technical difficulties and the audio quit on me a few times, making me start it over, and I never did get to hear the whole thing. Even with the problems though, Princess' voice just carried me away, and pretty soon she had everybody stroking and rubbing along with the audio. But again, the rule was "no cummies!" I quickly got to the edge, and tried to keep it there, and it was not easy. It probably was a good thing that I had to keep restarting the audio, because with the way I get lost in her voice, I think that I would've probably broken the no cummies rule. I don't know what everybody else was going through, but Princess must've had me on the edge for about a half hour.

The last time I came was almost 2 weeks ago, and this Tease Time was absolutely the hardest on me so far, and there wasn't even any bondage involved! Things were geting really desperate, and I couldn't help but to beg Princess a little to please make an exception this time and let us cum. I couldn't help it... I was having a moment of weakness there... I even tried asking with a plaintive "please???" Of course, Princess came right back and said, "no.......no cumming", and that was that.

She kept everybody going and on the edge right up until the hour was over, and then told everybody, "hands off.... put it back now!" (insert collective groan here)... As always, Princess made everybody feel better by asking how we were, and then giggled at us. I was pretty sure at that point that she must have a pair of red devil horns and a pointy tail... Then she left to take care of her hundreds of calls.

After she left, the rest of us chatted in the room and kinda marveled at what had just happened. This is funny, because we keep going there every Thursday, and it's like we expected something different to happen? Princess is just sooooooo amazing at what she does.


On a side note, it was also nice to see Ms Dorothy in the room again, and I hope she had as much fun as the rest of us did. I think she enjoys teasing the poor people on restriction just a little bit, but she is lots of fun... hope she keeps coming in to visit!

Well, that's it for now... I have an idea for another post and I may or may not write it up today. Thank you for another great Tease Time, Princess! Wuvs youuuuuuu!

little bitchass

A call! And what a call!

Well, it's Saturday, and today I drove all the way to my workplace so I could do a call with Princess! Privacy at home is almost nonexistent right now, but the chance to talk with Princess makes the drive really really worth it!

Nobody was there when I got there, but later while Princess and I were talking, we were interrupted a couple of times by somebody who came into my room to ask a few questions. The first interruption was inconvenient but not too much of a problem, because it came when Princess and I were just girltalking. The second interruption came later, and let's just say thank God for wide, overhanging desks, or there may have been a rather embarrassing situation. Some people say that the fear of getting discovered is exciting, but I would much rather pass on that pleasure.

Princess came into the room... looking absolutely gorgeous... in black leather corset, tiny black panties, black stockings, and the most beautiful pair of black leather high heeled boots. She put me in what she said was her favorite position for me, which is hands fastened overhead, stretched up on tippietoes, with a speader bar between my ankles. I was wearing an under bust corset which left my breasts exposed, and also stockings and a tight pair of panties. We both like this position because being stretched out like that keeps me from being able to move around or do much of anything. It just feels soooo yummy, especially with the knowledge that Princess enjoys me like this.

I could hear the clicking of her bootheels as she walked over to me and began running her hands over me... my legs, my ass, my breasts... talking softly to me... gently tugging on my nipple rings. Not being able to touch back was so frustrating, but what sweet frustration it was! Princess then stood in front of me and pressed her body tight up against me, breast to breast, corset to corset, panty to panty... what delicious feelings I was having! She began rubbing the outside of my panties over my clitty, and all the while, she was talking to me in that sweet sexy voice of hers. I was getting really squirmy at this point, because she had started talking about how long it had been since I last came... wanting to know if I thought I wanted to or not. Now that is not as easy a decision for me as you might think. While I wanted so much to cum, I also love her to be in control of her little cummies, and would happily give up the chance to cum if that is what would please her.

Then she steps back, and next thing I know I've got a blindfold on and have a pink leather collar fastened around my neck. I hear the door behind me open, and I hear another pair of heels clicking across the floor in my direction. I hear a voice, and I recognize it right away... It's her friend, who we will call "T" in order to protect her privacy, who stands behind me and begins running her hands over the back of my panties, and occasionally squeezing my asscheeks. Princess goes back to work in front of me, and T begins to give me some hard slaps on my ass. This is beginning to drive me crazy, because I can't focus on either the sensations of the spanking or what Princess is doing in front, which is pressing against me and kissing me. And what's worse is that I try, but am not able to lean in to either Princess or T.

T walks away and I hear her rummaging through some stuff, and then she comes back. She pulls my panties to the side and starts pressing something cold, hard, and well lubricated into me. As soon as she gets the toy all the way in, she pulls my panties back over top of it to help hold it in. She then continues with the hard spanks and squeezing. I must have been making a bit too much noise at this point, because Princess takes her panties, holds them under my nose so I can smell her bodysplash and Essence of Princess, and then stuffs them into my mouth. Now I can taste her, smell her, and feel her all at the same time!

Princess then inserts her hand into the front of my panties and starts rubbing my clitty, and T grabs the toy she inserted and begins to move it in and out, fucking my ass. I'm getting lost at this point because I can't see, and I have so many sensations going on both in front and back that I can't seem to focus on any of them.

From here on out, things get a little fuzzy because I think I was in another space by then, but I'll tell it as well as I can recall it. Pretty soon, Princess asks me if I think she is gonna let me cum or do I think she is gonna just stop. I was so sure that she was gonna stop and at that point I started thinking, "Oh Noooooooo", but Princess surprises me and commands, "Cum for ME!" After only a few seconds, I had the most intense orgasm you could imagine. I swear I thought it was never gonna end! WOW! She has such power over me now, and the feeling of cumming only on her command excitess me so much.

I won't go into the interruption that happened next, because I really don't want to think about it and ruin my mood. Suffice it to say, I didn't really get to properly end the conversation with Princess, and had to go deal with somebody who had what turned out to be a non-problem. I had to say goodbye pretty quickly, and I hope Princess knows how much I enjoyed this call with her. I think she does...

Afterwards, I realized that even though the interruptions and worry of being walked in on had taken away a little bit of my concentration, one thing good had come out of it.... I realized that doing a call with Princess without that nagging little fear in the back of my mind will be that much more sweet... and the anticipation of that happening leaves me breathless!

Princess! Thank you so much! It was an amazing call, and I can't wait for the next one. Also, thank you for inviting T into the fantasy! You know I wuvs you both, and having both of you in the same fantasy was soooo yummy!

little bitchass

Another great Tease Time!

Last night, Princess arrived in the chatroom to once again tease everybody relentlesly. She was a little concerned because she was sleepy, and that she might not be her usual self. No worries... after a few minutes of teasing, I think she was more awake than all of the participants, who were pretty much climbing the walls.

Princess began by getting everyone to either stroke themselves or rub through their panties, depending on if you were a stroker boy or a sissy. But NO CUMMIES! After a short time, she had everyone imagine that they were blindfolded and had their hands fastened up high so that they were standing on tippie toes. OK, now that was yummy enough for me, but it got even yummier when Princess had us imagine her entering the room behind us, and we could hear her heels clicking on the hardwood floor as she approached. She then had everybody imagine that the hand they were feeling belonged to her. Extra big yums on that one, Princess!

To be even more devious, Princess told us to listen to one of her new MP3 files while she continued to stroke and rub. I can tell you, this is not easy. You tend to get lost in her voice, and if you're not careful, you will realize too late that things are feeling just too good, and that you have just broken the No Cummies rule. Not a good thing...

While we were listening and squirming, there were two surprise visitors to the room. Miss Tara and Miss Jade entered, and Princess quickly asked them to stay and keep an eye on the proceedings, so that they could make sure that everybody was being good and doing what they were told. Now I don't know why Princess told Miss Tara to stand directly behind me, unless she thought I was gonna be bad. Maybe she figured that Miss Tara could deal with me while Princess kept the tease going.

So on and on it went, everyone getting squirmier and squirmier, and at one point Princess just abruptly said, "OK, hands off!" There was a collective "aaaaaawwwwwwwwwwww" and the tease was over, except for Princess rubbing it in a little more about how everybody was feeling.

So it was a great tease and a lot of people kept bringing it up and talking about it in the chatroom long after Princess had left!

Another wonderful tease, Princess, and can't wait to see where you take us next week!

little bitchass

What a night!

In case you missed it, Princess Grace was back with a bang last night when she did her Thursday night Tease Time chat. It's hard for me to imagine a better Tease Time than what she did last week, but I think this one was the best so far! And what made it even yummier for me, Princess was wearing a very special pair of pink lacy panties that she knows I love for her to wear.

The group was smaller than last week, but no less enthusiastic. Princess started out by getting the stroker boys to stroke and the sissies to rub their clitties through their panties. Then she had everybody imagine that she had tied their hands to the chair arms so they couldn't touch themselves (yeah.. I really hated this part), and imagine that it was her hands that were doing the stroking and rubbing. Gawwwdddd! This is around the time where she had to start reminding everybody "no cummies"....

After putting everybody through this delicious hell for awhile, Princess had us imagine her coming up to our chairs, and climbing on our laps, straddling us with her legs through the chair arms.... rubbing those sweet panties and the even sweeter parts behind them up against us. Gawd, I could even smell the Moonlight Path!

After a bit more of this heavenly torture, Princess got off our laps and spent a little more time stroking and rubbing.... little by little going faster and faster.... feeling better and better..... getting everyone soooo close and then.... "take your hands away!" EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEK! ..... No cummmmmmies! .... was kinda the thought that was going through my head at that point. But then Princess made everyone feel better (yeah, right!) by asking us how we all felt after that. Nobody needed to say a word. Princess did say she had a good idea for next week's chat, but in one last devious tease, she wouldn't say what it was. Grrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr..............

Well after Tease Time was over, the rest of the night in the chatroom was not too shabby either. I got to sit on Mr Smith's lap and had to tell everybody the story of how I had begged Princess to see his picture, and also had to tell about some other little tidbits that I'm not gonna go into here, except to say that 9" kept being mentioned... If you were there you heard them... All the while Princess sat there with the sweetest little evil grin on her face, and I think she was kinda enjoying the control she has over me.

So, it was a fantastic night, and I for one can't wait to see what Princess has up her corset for next week! Wuvs ya, Princess! Still no cummmmmmies!

little bitchass

Hmmmmmm.... I'm at a complete loss...

About a week ago in a couple of different chatrooms, the inevitable October topic started to go around. "What are you gonna be dressed up as for Halloween?" Now, I don't know if I'm gonna make any parties or not, but it's always fun to get dressed up anyway,even if you aren't planning on going out. But this year, when I got asked the question, I had to say that I had no idea. Choosing a costume is never easy for me because I have so many interests, and there are just too many cool costumes to choose from. Like maybe a pirate wench in black boots, a cocktail waitress, or maybe somebody's slave on a leash, there are just toooo many choices. When faced with trying to decide, my mind just says, "Oh to hell with it!", and shuts down, and I'm left looking at that blank white screen inside my head.

So here's my question to everybody who's reading this.... What are you going to dress up as, and after you answer that one, how about throwing me a bone and giving me some costume ideas that you think might be appropriate for me? Not sure if there will be any prizes for suggesting the costume idea I finally choose, but I'll think about it....

And here's something exciting! It looks like our Princess Grace is getting ready to get back into circulation and will be hosting Tease Time tonight! Welcome back, Princess! I've really missed ya, and from all the questions people have been asking me about you, they have been missing you tooooo!

little bitchass

Thursday night... Tease Time!

Wow! What a great time I had in Tease Time With Princess Grace last night. In case any of you reading this have not been able to attend these chats, you really should try to make the next one. I'm not gonna spoil it for the people who haven't had the pleasure of experiencing it, and so I'm not gonna go into a lot of details.

I can say that Princess got everyone warmed up very quickly, and kept us in that condition for almost an hour. And guess what? You'll have to ask her who got to cum and who didn't, and if she won't tell you either, then you'll just have to show up at the next one and see what happens. One hint... if you show up, it would be a really good idea to have some lube with ya... awwwwwww..... don't you wish it was next Thursday already?

And thank you soooooo much Princess, for the extra attention you paid to Mr Smith and I at the end. You know how much I hate spankings, but being bent over the desk alongside Mr Smith and both of us getting teased and spanked by you at the same time was absolutely the yummiest thing! But it also made things a bit difficult for me considering the fact that I'm trying to stay good....

little bitchass

OK, that's it!

Time for a little vent.

For the past two nights now, I've been getting some amount of abuse directed at me in the chatroom. It's all been focused on the fact that I have chosen to come into the room with Princess Grace's new name for me. Now I am pretty easy to get along with usually, and don't at all mind the normal jabs and insults that are done in a spirit of play. There's a fine line between playful insults and the mean-spirited type that I've gotten lately, and a couple of people have crossed that line. A few have even jumped hard over it with both feet.

Bottom line is this. If you have a gripe with me about something, do it privately, and not in the chatroom in front of everybody. If you do that, I will listen and respect your position, whether I agree with you or not. But if you attack me in the room, either under your own name or hiding behind a false name, you are not building up any friendly points with me and we will call it a day. I'm not gonna engage in any extended battles with you.

By resorting to personal attacks, you are doing a couple of things. You are completely disregarding my feelings, and trying to take something that makes me feel happy and turning it into something that's somehow bad. You are also not giving me much credit for being capable of independent thought. If you think that you are going to change my mind and make me conform to your views by using insults, forget it! You are just making me more determined.

What's even worse is that you are completely disrespecting Princess Grace, and I suspect sometimes trying to get to her through me, and I'm not going to put up with that. Princess is a good friend who I deeply care about, and by disrespecting her, you are really pissing me off! Keep it up and I will totally ignore you in the future.

I intend to continue coming into the chatroom as jem_takenbyPrincessG until Princess tells me to stop, which I hope she never does, or until I get kicked out of the room.

I'd like to thank the Mistresses and all my true friends who have congratulated me and been supportive. Feeling that from you all makes taking the occasional abuse worth it.

And, as always, thank you Princess Grace! Wuvs ya!!!!!

little bitchass

A truly yummy day!

Yesterday started out like a normal Sunday. I had some things I had to do but got online to do a bit of catching up. I sent a quickie IM to Princess Grace to say hi and was surprised to get a reply, since I knew Princess was not feeling well and also had been up pretty late. We had a nice girltalk type chat, with venting both ways and the usual gossip, and then Princess asked me the biggie... Did I still want to change my chatroom name to include her name? This was something we had talked about before, but for various reasons that I won't go into, I had agreed with Princess' thoughts that the time was just not right for that. So when she surprised me and brought it up out of the blue yesterday, I was thrilled! She wanted me to tell her that I wanted it, and that only then would she decide. I told her yes, I would love to carry her name! So Princess sat back and started thinking of what name she liked. It was really cool to watch her work, trying out assorted names before settling on the one she wanted for me. So now my new chatroom name is jem_takenbyPrincessG. (pssst! besides her name, I luv the "taken" part! hee hee)

I had seen other subbies who had been given their Mistress' names before and had always thought, "how cool is that!" Was really hoping that maybe someday I would be asked, but I didn't know if it would ever happen, so I just waited.

Princess and I have been getting closer in the last couple of months, and I really appreciated the fact that she had helped and supported me during some emotional hard times I had been having. And after lots of chatting in the room, IMs, emails and my first call with her, I am sooooo happy to say that I am hers! To be allowed to carry her name is just the icing on the cake.

I was a little nervous going into the chatroom with my new name for the first time but it all went pretty well. I ended up having a lot of fun. Hard to say what felt so good about it, lots of reasons, but besides being able to see "PrincessG" with every line I typed, it felt like I was wearing a collar or a tattoo that everybody could see. Probably the best feeling was a feeling of pride that Princess thinks enough of me to let everyone to know I'm hers! So yummy she issssss!

So if you are in the chatroom, and see my new name instead of jem, don't be confused cuz it's still me! I just look a little different!

Thank you over and over and over again, Princess.... wuvs ya!

little bitchass

Saturday... H day

Yesterday I went to my appointment at the hair salon. Besides chatting with Princess Grace, this is one of my favorite activities!

In case you don't know, I have this little part of me... OK.. well... a BIG part of me that likes to give up control. I like it in lots of different areas, and when I see my hairstylist, the same thing goes. When I first started seeing her, I told her that I was TG and that I wanted a woman's cut that I could make look sorta male for work. Same thing goes for my eyebrows when she waxes and shapes them.

After a half dozen or so visits, she finally got to the point of not asking me what I wanted her to do. She even told me recently that she likes working on my hair, because she knows she can do whatever she wants. lol

This has been going on for about the last year, and the only problems I have are that she seems to like my hair very long, and that the whole "make it look sorta male for work" thing has kinda gone out the window. My hair was down to the tops of my shoulder blades in back before I went to see her yesterday.

So yesterday, she did my brows and then shampooed and conditioned me... then it was off to her station. Now this is where I really start feeling all antsy and stuff, because I have no idea what she has planned for me. I don't know if I really understand the technicalities of this whole "sub space" thing, but I have a feeling that she has me sunk pretty deep into it by the time she starts cutting.

So she tells me that she's cutting about an inch off the back, and adding more layers along the sides of my face, and even mentions the dreaded "B" word (bangs). Now I'm REALLY nervous! So she starts cutting and when she's done, its still all wet, but the shape is very cute, and I'm pretty sure I know what comes next. After some blowdrying, she gets out the flatiron. Now she's used this quite a few times before on me, and each time she's finished my hair has gone from having big waves, to being straight, and very femme looking. This time is no different, except that she has added an under curl all around the sides and back. The sides are in lots of different lengths along the sides of my face, so there is a nice fringe look going on. The bangs weren't as short as I was afraid they were gonna be. She showed me the back in a hand mirror and said "It's very pretty!" Eeeeeeek!

Now here is when I enter a different frame of mind... the panic mode... "how is this gonna look on Monday when I have to go to work?" and.. "Am I gonna be able to make it look a little less femme?" Luckily the panic mode doesn't last too long, and I'm out of there and on my way home. I stopped in at a Target and a Walmart, and walked around to see people's reactions. Not too bad..... nobody pointing or laughing...

So why do I enjoy being at the stylist's mercy as much as I do? I'm pretty certain it's the "giving up control" aspect, but maybe there could be another explanation. Whatever it is it's surely related to being submissive and the fact that I kinda like bondage situations a little bit.

One last thing... On the topic of bondage... Aside from the artistic aspect, why in the world do people tie women's thighs together when they tie them up? I mean.. I think that kinda defeats the whole "helpless and vulnerable" idea, but maybe I'm different. I thought that was the whole idea behind things like spreader bars and ring gags....

little bitchass

Well it's about time!

Well I finally did it on Wednesday! I finally called Princess Grace for the first time! Yayyyyyyyy for meeeeeeeee! I'd been having problems on my end with getting a call scheduled, and I was really excited to find out that she would be available at the same time I was able to call!

It was such a treat to hear Princess' voice in person for the first time! In case you have never talked with Princess, her voice is even sexier than it sounds in her audios! I was really nervous at the start, but after chatting with Princess for only a few minutes, it felt just like talking and laughing with a longtime friend.

After chatting for a short time about different stuff, Princess slid me into a fantasy. I was OK until this happened, but as she switched gears I could hear a change in her voice, and I said to myself, "OMG... here we go..." LOL

Princess set me up in a scene where I was standing in 6" heels with a spreader bar between my ankles. My wrists were fastened together and attached to something in the ceiling, and I was stretched so tight that I was on my tippy-toes. I was wearing stockings and garterbelt and was laced into a tight corset with my boobs sticking out. I am wearing a gag and at this point was pretty much helpless.

That's when Princess comes into the room in her black leather corset and heels. I hear her heels clicking on the floor as she slowly walks over in front of me. She's holding her crop in one hand and in her other hand she's holding a leash. Attached to the other end of the leash is one of her other pets, (who shall remain nameless to avoid embarrassing him), and he is on all fours being led by her.

She brought her pet around in front of me and had him press his face on my nyloned thigh, and I started feeling more squirmy, but because of my predicament, I couldn't squirm very far. At the same time Princess was touching me lightly on my ass and on the back of my legs with her crop, and gave me a few swats here and there to keep me honest. She then took her finger and slipped the front of my panties down and had her pet take my clitty in his mouth while she kept touching and teasing me from behind. I had fantastic sensations happening in front and back at the same time, and I couldn't do anything to help either one.

Then Princess released my arms from overhead, and made me walk to the bed while still wearing the heels and spreader bar. She giggled and thought it was funny to watch me taking such tiny and unsteady steps. When she got me to the bed Princess made me lie down, and she tied my wrists to the headboard. Then she pulled her pet over to the bed and had him straddle me and rub his amazing looking cock over my gagged lips. After that, Princess removed my gag and had her pet work his cock into my mouth. She told him to fuck my mouth while at the same time she got another pair of panties in her hand and started stroking my clitty with them. Between what both of them were doing to me and me being helpless, I was getting wayyyyyy too excited! Before this call, I couldn't picture myself ever begging to cum, but it wasn't very long before I found myself doing just that! I don't even remember what I was saying, but I wanted to cum sooooooo badly! Desperate is a good word to describe the feeling.

Princess giggled and told me that she would let me cum, but if I did, her pet would be cumming in my mouth at the same time. It took me about 2 seconds to weigh the options... either let her pet cum in my mouth or I don't get to cum... hmmmmm... think this is when I kinda gurgled out a "yes Princess.... yesssssss!" Princess then urged me to cum for her and I did, and at the same time feeling her pet exploding into my mouth! Mmmmmmmmm........ gawd it was goooood!

After she untied me from the bed, I thanked Princess for the session and especially for letting me cum, and she gave that trademark giggle and said, "well... I let you cum THIS time.... ::giggle::"

So it was a totally awesome experience, and afterwards, Princess told me that now that I have called, I am now hers! I'd been hoping desperately that someday she might, so hearing that from Princess was the absolute best thing I could ever want to hear. I am soooo thrilled that she now owns me..... every bit of me!

Thank you again for such a fantastic session, Princess! Wuvs ya lots! And I hope your other pet enjoyed this as much as I did!

little bitchass

I hate commuting!

Does anybody else have a commute to work that's longer than about 15 minutes? If you do, how in the world do you deal with it without going postal every few minutes? Houston traffic at rush hour is always bad, but in the past two weeks something has either gone tits up with the traffic signals, or there is some kind of disruption to the earth's rotation that causes everybody to drive about 25 mph slower than the speed limit. A drive that was taking me 35-40 minutes is now taking over an hour.

Twice today, while waiting in line at a red light, I noticed a driver in front of me talking on his cell phone. Of course when the light turned green, they must have taken that as notification of free calling minutes, because they sat at the green light and kept right on talking. They finally went through the intersection after the sound of honking horns behind them finally made it too difficult to hear the person they were talking to.

I also drive through about 4 school zones on my commute. I have no problems when the person in front of me slows down to the posted 20mph, but geeeeesh... do they have to keep driving at 20mph for two miles after they are past the school zones? These are the people who make me wish I had a dump truck so I could help them get back up to the normal speed limit in a more timely manner. Or better yet, I could maybe hire Pantyass to drive in front of me like a blocker, clearing out anybody foolish enought to get in his way.

There also seems to be some kind of intelligence draining virus running rampant here. The first sign of this affliction came today as I sat in stop and go traffic for 2 lights.... obvious breakdown or fender-bender... Nope... when I get near the source of the stoppage, I see a city garbage truck stopped in the right lane, and just as I get close enough , I see the driver and his faithful companion walking from a convenience store with sodas in their hands, laughing it up and having a good old time. They get in the truck and take off just as I am about to pass... grrrrrrrr........

The city's transit bus drivers, not to be outdone by the garbage workers, also enjoy the same privilege of being allowed to park in a moving line of traffic and backing up traffic for miles, I mean geeesh.. if it's a pee break they need, I say supply them with an official city catheter and put the other end of the tube in a bucket, but let's not hold everybody up here!

Last but not least is my favorite, the gravel trucks..... about 90% of the highways in Houston have construction going on at any given time. I know this because I recognize the guys standing beside the road in their bright colored vests leaning on their shovels, chatting, drinking sodas and smoking cigarettes. As a result of this construction there are hundreds of huge gravel trucks with uncovered loads merrily driving down the road, bouncing pieces of gravel off the windshields of all the cars behind them. Oh, and don't get behind these guys at a traffic light. I've seen people with walkers on the sidewalk who can accelerate faster than these rolling fertilizer spreaders.

OK, done with my rant..... I need a cigarette.....

Hiya Princess! Great to see you today!

little bitchass