Bloggin' With Bitchass

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