What An Amazing Call!

Last night I was able to connect with Princess Grace on a call I had been waiting to make since before She left on Her vacation. We had scheduled it the day before, and I IMed Her earlier in the day do see if it was still on. She said yes, I said yay!

So when the time came, we got on the phone and had one of the best calls EVER! We had our usual "foreplay" session, which included a lot of laughs and giggles, and also telling me a lot of the fun stuff that had happened on Her trip. We also talked a little about prezzies, but that's all I'm sayin'.... for now.... And yes, I had Princess' collar on....

Then She downshifted and pounced...

"So, My little bitchass... what do you want to do tonight?"

"Well Princess, whatever You want is OK with me...."

"OKKKKK....... ::giggle::"

Most of you know that I am interested a tiny bit in bondage, and that Princess often weaves a fantasy on calls that includes some bondage scenes. This time, She checked in Her memory banks and used something that I had told Her about quite a while ago and that I was sure She had forgotten about....

"OK, first, do you have the little white toy handy?"

I only have one toy that we ever play with, and that is Anita, and I always have that handy for calls....

"Yes Princess, Anita is here..."

"You have your lube?"

"Yesssss...."

"You know the drill... do it!"

"Yes Princessssss..."

So I lubed up Anita and in she went...

"OK, now do you have those handcuffs and ankle cuffs you bought?"

"Not right here, but I can get them..."

Yikes...

So I get the cuffs, they are regular police style handcuffs (two sets) and a set of ankle cuffs with a 16 inch chain between them.

"OK, now what are you wearing?"

"I'm wearing a denim skirt and a tank top Princess..."

"What kind of shoes?"

"Low heel loafers..."

"Get your tallest heels and put them on... ::giggles::"

So I go get my ankle strap pumps with the 5" heels and put them on. I'm beginning to get the feeling that She is still working from some things that She did on her vacation here. Lucky I don't have a set of shoe cuffs, because I'm feeling like maybe Princess is in a "mood"...

"Now, take the ankle cuffs and lock them on your ankles, and lock a pair of the handcuffs on your wrists..."

So I do it...

"OK Princess... locked on..."

"Good! ::giggles:: Now... I want you to go take a walk to your mailbox like that and then come right back... I'll wait... enjoy the feeling of the aneros while you walk"

"Yessss Princessss..."

Oh geez... my mailbox is about 30 feet down the street from my driveway... and it's still early, so there is a good chance of people coming to get mail, but I slowly shuffle my way out the door, down the walk, down the driveway, and over to the mailbox. Good so far, no witnesses, so I turn around and go back. I got to the end of my driveway and a car turns the corner and stops at the mailbox. Geeesh.. close call. I shuffle back in and get back on the line.

"I'm back, almost got caught, but back OK now..."

"Awwwwww... poor jemmie.... ::giggles::"

I tell Her about the close call, and then She gets devious on me...

"Now My little bitchass, I want you to sit on the floor with your lube, but be careful of the aneros"

"Yesss Princessss...." (She didn't have to tell me twice about being careful)

"Good... now unlock one wrist, take the second set of handcuffs, and lock them on the free wrist"

So I do it and so now I'm sitting on the floor, my ankles are chained together and I have a pair of hancuffs dangling from each wrist.

"OK, now take the cuff on your left hand and attach it to the ankle chain and make sure you can still reach your ear with the phone..."

Oh geesh... I do it and there's enough slack in the ankle chain so I am able to get the phone up to my ear so I can hear Her.

"All comfy?"

"Ummmm.... not exactly, Princess, but not too bad..."

"Good! ::giggle::"

"Now take the free end of the cuff on your right hand and lock it around your left ankle"

OMG... This was getting tough. I had to sit Indian style, bend way over, and hold the phone with my chin so I could lock the cuff, but somehow did it. Now I was folded up in a small package but was able to get the phone back in my left hand.

"OK Princess.... think I got it..."

"Good girl! Now I'm going to reward you sweetie. You can lube up and stroke if you want to... or should I say 'if you can'..."

"Princess! How...."

"Awwwww... don't you want to? Do you want to never cum like My booboo?"

Somehow, I was able to scootch my ankles close enough to my body, and after some work, managed to get my panties pulled out of the way. Then I fumbled around with the lube, dropped it a couple of times because there was some on the outside of the tube, and finally managed to get some drizzzled on before I dropped the tube again. That was the easy part...

Now I had to try and get my hand in a position to do something productive with it, which wasn't as easy as it sounds. I could only get limited contact, and was not able to get any kind of rhythm at all going. I was hunched over in an uncomfortable position and at the same time, Princess began weaving another fantasy, which I think had roots in Her vacation activities from last week. In the fantasy, I was asked to be Her maid for a weekend, and what She had me doing in the fantasy was just so yummy. Listening to Her talk, I was getting more and more excited, but was having all kinds of trouble keeping anything going, and was getting VERRRRRYYYY frustrated!

Finally, I started getting close to the edge. Princess sensed it from my comments and breathing, and pushed the fantasy up another notch. She somehow got me to the edge in that awful position and kept me there while She tortured me with more of the fantasy. Then, She said to stay on the edge, but NO CUMMIES!

"You know sweetie, thinking about that, you got to cum on My birthday, and I also let you cum once while I was gone. I don't think I should let you cum again this soon do you?"

"Princess.... pleaseeeeeeeee..."

"But honey, you've cum more in the last few days that you did the whole time you were in My cage. You might get used to that if I let you keep doing it... ::giggle::"

"Princess, I won't get used to it... I promise... just let me tonight.. pleaseeee?"

"No no no... I think hands off will be better..."

"But Princ.........................."

"Awwwww... ::giggle:: cummm for Me bitchass... cummm for Me now...... ::giggles::"

OMG... You bet I did!!

What a mindfucking tease!!!! But then again, this kind of awesome call is not surprising with Princess Grace. Especially if you are lucky enough to catch Her in one of Her "moods" like I did last night! Princess, I'm soooo looking forward to the next call with You already! You always make me so proud to be Yours! Your little bitchass wuvs Youuu!

little bitchass

Freaky Friday... It's Always About The Shoes...

This week's Freaky Friday was a very special one for me. Read on and you will see why.

Ms Veronica was attending her annual Succubi Retreat in the Catskills Mt's so she was unable to be physically present this week, but Miz Ava was more than happy to take up the slack and help me out with a little problem I've been having. In case you missed it in this blog, I was attacked by BillyBear this past week and grounded by a dastardly deed perpetrated by him. While I was floating around and minding my own business, he shot me in my lovely shoes with a portable "leather to lead" transmorgifier gun, causing me to plummet to the ground faster than the Hindenburg. Once on the ground I found that I was unable to untie the lead laces and was stuck all week wearing a 50 pound shoe on each foot. I sent a message to Miz Ava by messenger bat, imploring her to do something to get me back to my floaty old self, and maybe even get some revenge on that evil stinker BillyBear. The bat returned with a message informing me that Miz Ava would have my shoes back to levitating business very soon.

Billy appeared as "BillyApparition" and as soon as his ghostly self was spotted, Miz Ava briskly approached him, condemning him for his horrible transgression against my person. It was more than clear that BillyApparition was going to pay dearly for mucking up my beloved shoes...and that this Freaky Friday was not only "all about the shoes" but it also would be setting the backdrop for a long overdue vengeance spell against the perpetual evil that is BillyBear. Miz Ava informed the crowd that she had taken special measures and was just waiting for this opportunity to provide BillyApparition with his just desserts.

Speaking of desserts, sweet PromQueen StephMarie was kind enough to bring her famous Rice Krispy Treats and sweet tea for all of the FF particpants! I declined of course, with the knowledge that it is never a good idea to accept any treats at FF, but the rest of the Innocents began to chow down like there was no tomorrow.

Miz Ava brought with her a mason jar filled with War Water. War Water is a very potent weapon used in psychic warfare and witch wars. Make no mistake about it, when BillyBear set out to wreck my shoes, war was indeed declared. Miz Ava also pulled from her robe a funny looking doll called a "poppet". It actually looked more like a floppy eared rabbit, but that made more sense when it became apparent that this particular doll was going to serve for a little "voodoo magic" on BillyBunny. Miz Ava then began poking pins into the Billy Poppet, and with each pinch, he was becoming weaker and more pliable.

This was exactly the right moment to cast a circle around BillyApparition so that he would remain intact and immobile. Since I was moving a bit sluggishly due to my lead shoes, Miz Ava enlisted the assistance of PromQueenSteph and together we placed black candles all around BillyApparition. Then Miz Ava ripped BillyApparition's pants off of him and began poking the pins into his bare butt cheeks.

Asia was the first to point out that the Billy Poppet Doll, in fact, was representative of the real BillyApparition parts, literally to scale. Asia assisted in laying bricks of coal all around the outer circle of black candles. Miz Ava explained that these coals would be lit with fire and that when I walked on the hot coals, the lead would melt. I have to tell you that when I heard that I was gonna be walking on glowing coals in metal shoes, I got just a tad nervous. But this would function as an additional means of punishing and humiliating BillyApparition, because while he stood helplessly in the inner circle, I would be walking around and around him, my shoes being magically restored and ulitimately reminding BillyApparition that he really has no power over the Witches of Freaky Friday.

Miz Ava handed the jar of War Water to me, performed a quick protective spell over my feet so they would not be burned, and directed me to walk on the burning coals while sprinkling BillyApparition with the War Water. Of course, it wouldn't be FF without at least one of the innocents, (read: Sonny) misinterpreting the directions that were presented.

Sonny's hearing must be getting affected by those damn testosterone patches he insists on wearing over his eyes every week because when Miz Ava told me to circle around BillyApparition and sprinkle the War Water on him, Sonny thought she had said "tinkle". Miz Ava immediately ordered Sonny to put away the cup as it would not be necessary for BillyApparition to have to pee into it.

MsAva: She said sprinkle sprinkle, NOT tinkle tinkle!!!

Upon hearing the phrase "pee in the cup", Pothead became noticeably uneasy and pleaded not to have to pee into any cup. Fred assured Pothead that if indeed this became an issue for him, he could sell him "some clean stuff, cheap".

As I continued in my circle, dousing BillyApparition with the War Water, the evil energy of BillyApparition was emptying from his body and my shoes were becoming lighter and lighter as the lead was melting. StephMarie noticed it right away and remarked "Corruptrix, you're getting taller!!" Imagine my utter joy when I began to levitate again! Miz Ava then recited the chant she had composed for this moment of vengeance:

"O Mother Crone, Great Goddess of the Dark
We come this night to beseech
The justice you impart
Corruptrix has been wronged
Victim to BillyBear's misdeed
It's more than justice that she wants
It is vengeance that she needs"

Next Miz Ava explained that in order for this hex to be realllly effective she would have to add a "personal touch" to it. Asia immediately suggested Miz Ava somehow incorporate her bra into the hex, but then he was swiftly reminded of what happened to him on the Eve of the Bast Festival. She also distracted Asia from his perverted thoughts by directing his attention to the pond where mighty, muscular Annaheim Ducks were gathering.

With that, Miz Ava returned to the business of hexing BillyApparition and pricked her own finger so that she could sign her name in her powerful, sacred blood on the Billy Poppet doll. Luckily for BillyApparition, Miz Ava did not hear his smartass remark that she spelled "Ava" wrong. She then revealed that she had saved a patch of BillyApparition's torn pants and wrapped the fabric around the poppet. Billy became quite irate when he was reminded of what Miz Ava did to his "billion dollar pants" and informed her that he would be sending her the bill.

billyApparition: so Msava the stealer the thief
billyApparition: that is so irritating
billyApparition: if I get out of this I'm so stealing your panties
billyApparition: All of them!
Corruptrix: BilyApparition, did you just call Miz Ava a thief?
PromQueenSteph: oh no, BillyApparition has gone quite mad
billyApparition: like it matters Corruptrix I'm being killed here

Miz Ava ignored that heinous accusation and told him that the proper procedure for reimbursement on clothing items damaged during hexing rituals was to foward the bill to the Succubus. You just can't escape bureacracy these days, even in the land of the Witch. It was also very generous of Ace to offer to foot the bill for BillyApparition's pants, as he remarked that "One week of sales at the cookie factory should cover it." Like StephMarie pointed out, Ace appears to be a whole new, changed man since spending time in the Pit with Mother Crone the week prior. I have it on good authority that Mother Crone seemed to take a shine to Ace and even Ace himself admitted that he felt Mother Crone geniunely "gets him".

Soon the time to throw BillyApparition into The Pit was nearing. StephMarie graciously pulled the richly knit pit cover off and Fred promptly recognized the Pit Cover from the Frontgate catalog and commended Corruptrix on her good taste. Everyone was impressed with the beautiful embroidery across the top of the cover which spelled out the word "Revenge". I had sent the cover over to Muckamoo's Embroidery Emporium, and what a great job she did on it! At once StephMarie announced, "The Pit is open for business".

billyApparition: hey Msava I just came into a billion dollars will that get me out of this?

BillyApparition meekly tried to suggest we all just let The Pit idea slide and gather around for a Godfather movie marathon instead, but Miz Ava was not having any of that and pulled BillyApparition by the ear toward the dark, dreaded abyss. Ace pulled out his trusty fiddle and began to play a rendition of "Ava Maria". Everyone was getting into the spirit of the pending eradication of BillyApparition and at once the crowd began to chant "Pit, pit, pit!!". Well, everyone that is, except for pothead, who got a little confused and thought we were supposed to be chanting "Pot, pot, pot!".

Miz Ava quickly wound duct tape around BillyApparition so that his Poppet would be accompanying him in his downward spiral into The Pit. Stuart wistfully recalled his time in The Pit a few weeks back and got a bit misty...plus he wondered why he didn't get bound up when he paid his first visit to Mother Crone. I reminded Stuart that he did get a very nice spanking and branding though, and this seemed to placate him.

Asia and StephMarie suggested also using a nail gun and staples to ascertain that BillyApparition's Poppet would remain with him. The plan was that once I levitated BillyApparition down into the ground, the Pit would be set on fire and the legend of all-that-is-evil would be demolished once and for all.

MsAva: Do your magic Corruptrix!!!
Sonny_Boy: (poor billy) Airborne
Corruptrix: (floats him slowly over to Pit)
billyApparition: I can see that bald spot corruptrix
billyApparition: hahahahahahahaha
MsAva: Corr's powers have even been enhanced now that we've drained BillyApparition's evil
Corruptrix: Say hello to Mother, BillyApparition!
PromQueenSteph: may the lord have mercy on your soul
Corruptrix: (lowers BillyApparition slowly down into Pit)
MsAva: You'd think that BillyApparition would stop making wiseass remarks when he is THIS CLOSE to meeting Mother Crone
Corruptrix: (starts him spinning slowly)
MsAva: Spin ballernia Billy, spin!
Corruptrix: enjoy the Snickers bar, BillyApparition
MsAva: Ohh Corr...you say that sooooo manically!

But then, the activity around The Pit came to a pause as Miz Ava announced she had a collect call from Ms Veronica coming in live via satellite from her Succubus Retreat in the Catskills.

MsAva: Ahhhh...ladies and gentlemen...
MsAva: Hold up Corruptrix
MsAva: I have a collect call coming in from Ms Veronica (why is she so damn cheap sometimes???)
Corruptrix: (abruptly stops BillyApparition's spinning)

It should be noted that besides being a Succubus Elite, Ms Vernonica also presides as the Governess of Kink Chat and since she could not be present for the Weanie Roast, ummm, I mean, searing of BillyApparition, she would have to hear out the case and offer her vote before anything else occurred. Ultimately, as Governess, Ms Veronica has the final say in how victims are mishandled. For a few moments, a complete hush fell over the crowd, and worried glances were exchanged among the Innocents as well as Miz Ava, StephMarie, and I. Would Ms Veronica's verdict grant BillyApparition a pardon???

Sonny offered to litigate on BillyApparition's behalf, should he need a lawyer present. But democracy has no meaning in the Witches Domain. StephMarie wondered if we could just kill BillyApparition anyway and thought that this hold-up was merely delaying the inevitable.

PromQueenSteph: can we kill him now?
Corruptrix: steph... you have potential!
Corruptrix: please let us kill him Ms Veronica
billyApparition: oh this is nerve wracking!

BillyApparition waited with bated breath to learn his fate....

billyApparition: Oh! Oh! it's 12:04!!!!
billyApparition: darn it
billyApparition: oh well maybe next week

Finally, Ms Veronica's verdict was delivered:

"In light of the infractions BillyApparition has committed....I understand that discussion of pardoning him from his tormented fate has been raised...I've given this much consideration. I have found that BillyApparition deserves every bit of punishment the PIT affords him...SEND HIM TO THE PIT!!! NO PARDON FOR BILLYAPPARITION"

Corruptrix: (starts BillyApparition spinning again and rings the Mother Crone dinner bell)

The screams and cheers were deafening. However, as part of BillyApparition's sentencing, it was also declared that since he has become a sort of prophet as of late, he would not be burned. He would be dropped into The Pit, but he would also have the opportunity to dig through the underworld until he found his way back to the desert. Apparently there is some sort of Prophet Telethon this weekend in the desert and people are relying on BillyApparition being there. So BillyApparition did not meet his permanent demise after all. But he did learn that above all else, you never, ever, ever mess with the shoes of a Corruptrix.

billyApparition: this is about her shoes?
Corruptrix: my lovely shoes
MsAva: Yes Billy...it is about the shoes...
MsAva: ITS ALWAYS ABOUT THE SHOES

And with that, BillyApparition began his tortured dig back to the desert, and another Freaky Friday came to an end.

Be sure to tune in next Friday for more Freaky Fun!


Corruptrix

The Wastelands: Table of Contents (originally compiled by Billybear)

I thought this Table of Contents was a great idea by Billybear, so I figured I'd steal it. It's a great way to read through the whole series of Wastelands posts in the order that they were published. It's also a great way to expose you to my friends' blogs if you haven't already visited them.

The First Vision
Thou Shalt Go Forth

Buy In
Moses and Jeremiah Were Carebears? (lucky pet)
Yes, In the Cage Again (bankyboo)

The Early Days
Off We Go (billybear)
Well, here I am... in the desert... (jem)
A Vision? (lucky pet)
We Rock! (lucky pet)

False Visions
Night of Debauchery (billybear)
Visions of the Third Kind (lucky pet)
Day 2 in the desert (jem)
Fun in the Sun (bankyboo)

The Wrath
Out of the Frying Pan ... (billybear)
OK, I'm trying not to panic but... (jem)
Woe are We (bankyboo)

The Visions (in order of appearance)
Deserted in the Desert (lucky pet)
Vision of a Goddess (bankyboo)
Visions of Princess Grace (billybear)
Graced With A Vision... (jemmie)

Aftermath
Epilogue (billybear)
Home James (lucky pet)
The Way Out (bankyboo)
What just happened? (jem)


Thanks, Billybear! Great job!

little bitchass

What just happened?

First, I am following Princess, I fell off of a mountain but She rescued me, and now here I am sitting in this bush again. The sun has just come up. I'm sooooo confused, but at least the sandstorm has stopped, and for some strange reason, I seem to have new energy to get up and go on.

I struggle to my feet, having a hard time of getting myself loose from the bush, which seems to be full of thorns that I hadn't noticed when I first sought shelter in it.

I take a look around and scan the horizon in all directions, but I see no sign of Billyprophet, Lucky, or Bankysue, and the wind and sand has covered any tracks that were once there. I see what looks like a big pine tree way off in the distance, and decide that I probably don't have much time left, and if there's a chance that there could be water there, I'm taking that chance. So, armed with new hope, off I went in the direction of the tree.

I walked towards that damn tree for hours, and it never seemed to get any closer. Maybe it was just a mirage, my mind playing tricks on me. As the sun beat down, it began draining the hope out of me, along with whatever sweat my parched body had left in it.

The tree continued to keep it's distance from me, and it became harder and harder to move my feet. Finally I just couldn't do it any more and collapsed in the sand, thinking,

"Well, bitchass, I guess this is as good a place as any."

While I waited, I became aware that the sandstorm had returned. Sand was blowing everywhere, and the sound of the wind got deafening. "Wait a minute, jem... that doesn't sound like wind..." I have vague recollections of people and voices...

"Here's the other one! Not much left of her. Get her inside and get an IV going, stat!"

I feel myself being jostled around and lifted off the ground on something. As I'm being carried through the swirling sand, I see the source of the noise... a medivac chopper? No... it's a chopper alright, but it says State Conservation Dept. on the side. And the last thing I see as I'm placed inside is a logo of a big green pine tree on the side of the chopper.

Now I'm lying in a hospital bed, with IV tubes sticking into just about any exposed area of skin. I guess I was pretty fiesty, because they have me restrained with straps, which if you know me, you also know that I don't mind that one little bit. As I lie here regaining my strength, I'm reflecting on what just happened.

I've heard that my friends also got out safely, so that's a good thing. I wish them a speedy recovery. I'm worried that maybe Princess Grace won't know where I am when She gets back from Her vacation, so if somebody could please tell Her, I'd appreciate it, since I'm a little tied up at the moment.

Was Billyprophet ever really a prophet? Did he ever really receive a vision from Princess? Did She really tell him to take us into the desert? I don't know, but that doesn't matter now. We survived it and became as close as any friends could ever be. And the golden thread that ties us all together is Princess.

To Billybear, Lucky, and BankySue, we burned together in the crucible on this Dance With Death, and I'm sure we've gained something from the experience. I'd be scratching my head and wondering what it was that we gained, if only my hands weren't strapped down.

This doesn't mean that I am not gonna give BillyBear a TON of shit when I get out of here. I'm gonna need lots of money for skin and hair treatments, and my lawyers should already be in touch with his on this matter.

Well, the IV is is telling me it's nappie time now, and so, I will see everybody when I can. Feel free to visit me when I get out of Intensive Care.

Princess, while you were away, thoughts of You were always with me, and kept me going through all of this! Your bitchass wuvs Youuuuu!

little bitchass

Graced With A Vision...

I don't know how long I slept, but at some point I slowly rose out of the murk and realized that the sandstorm had let up. I looked around and saw no sign of Billyprophet, Lucky, or Banky. As I sat there collecting my thoughts, I wasn't sure if I really had the energy to get up and move on or to just sit there and wait for the inevitable. I was dehydrated, hungry, sunburned and sandblasted. So I decided to just sit back for a while and think about Princess Grace, in case this turned out to be the last time I'd ever get to do that.

"Princess! What are You doing here? You're on vacation!"

But sure enough, there She was, standing about 20 feet away, and beckoning to me....

I slowly and painfully dragged myself to my feet and followed Her. She began leading me toward a very tall mountain not too far in the distance. As we walked side by side, She recalled to me our first meetings in the Chatroom and how She decided that She wanted me as Her pet.

We reached the base of the mountain and She said,

"Let's climb!"

I hesitated, afraid of the height, but She took my hand and all of a sudden, I was no longer afraid.

"Yes Princess, all the way to the top!"

As we climbed, She continued to talk. She recalled all of the good things that had happened between us, and even the bad times, although luckily those had been few and far between. She stressed how important it was to Her that I had trusted Her and was there for Her when She needed to talk about things. She talked of how we had become such close friends and the special connection that She allowed me to have with Her. She talked about the unpleasant things that had happened and how even they had brought us closer together.

She talked about the things we had done while I was Her pet, like wearing Her collar, the cage, the mystery prezzies, the special homework assignments, the blogs, and how She gave me Her special name in the Chatroom. She recalled to me each and every phonecall and IM that we had shared, and what we had done and talked about during each of them. She spoke of all the confidences that She had shared with me about Her life, and how She was pleased that I had shared my confidences with Her as well.

Before I knew it, we were almost to the top of the mountain. We were about to make the final push to the summit, when my hand suddenly slipped from Her grip and I began to fall. I remember seeing tears and a look of sadness on Her face as I slipped down the slope, the image of Her getting smaller and smaller as I fell towards the valley below.

I remember noticing a strange absence of fear, but instead felt a profound sense of sadness as the end drew near. The sadness gave way to a peaceful, happy feeling as I realized that no matter what happened next, I had been privileged to spend time with the most special woman I had ever met. If this was going to be it, at least the time we spent together had been wonderful. I closed my eyes and waited for it...

All of a sudden I felt a jolt and realized that I had stopped falling, but I had not hit the valley floor! I felt a strong grip on my wrist. I opened my eyes and saw the beautifully manicured fingers of Princess Grace wrapped tightly around my wrist. She had somehow gotten to me in time and stopped my fall. She smiled lovingly at me, and gently lowered me down to the ground, and with Her sweet as honey voice said....

"Dammit! Don't you EVER do that again, My little bitchass!"

OK, I'm trying not to panic but...

I'm beginning to think we actually might not make it out of here. We're completely out of water and have been since yesterday, and I have no freakin' idea how much further we have to go before we'll see any water, let alone get back to civilization. Billyprophet has on his game face and is saying that he has everything under control, but I think he's starting to show cracks around the edges like the rest of us. Besides him just being insane to begin with, I think that the fear of what Princess Grace is gonna do to him when She finds out he got us killed is wearing him down as much as anything else.

We woke up at first light today, and had a meeting, with the exception of Billyprophet, about whether or not we should just kill the bastard now and get some satisfaction before the rest of us die. We came to a decision, but none of us could remember what it was, because of our fragile mental states at that time. And so, Billyprophet continued as leader of this Deathmarch. Princess, if we live, and if You ever make us follow him again, You are gonna get SUCH a spank!

He actually did have one sensible idea today. He suggested that we lighten our load by leaving all of our supplies behind, with the exception of one item each that we could not live without. The rest are being pretty secretive about what they chose to carry out, but since we don't have any food or water left, I chose something that would inspire me to get out of this mess so I might still have a chance to wring Billyprophets neck someday. I broke a thin branch from a nearby shrub, and tied a piece of string from the thinnest end so it looked like a fishing pole. I tied Princess' lovely pink collar on the end of the string and stuck the other end of the branch down the back of my shirt so that the collar hung in front of me, but just out of reach. Glad I'm still thinking sensibly here. The others are not faring so well.

Banky seems to be growing a head that looks eerily like Pantysue out of his shoulder, and he walks around having conversations with it all day long now.

Lucky seems to have trouble with staying focused on getting the hell out of here. He has been wandering around with glazed over eyes and saying things like, "Give me your water! I must have your water. The altar must be completed or all will be lost..."

And so off we went across the baking sands, in a last ditch effort to make it out alive.

After half the day, we were moving slowly and sometimes aimlessly. I wouldn't even call it walking at that point. We somehow stayed together though, and were able to push on.

It was around that time that the horizon took on a strange color, and the colored area seemed to get bigger and bigger, until somebody realized that it was a sandstorm, and it was just about to sweep over us. As the wind and sand hit us, all of us tried to keep track of where the others were, but eventually I looked around and didn't see anyone anymore. I began yelling at the top of my lungs to try and get some idea where everybody was...

"Billyprophet! Luckyyyy! Bankyyyy! Little Pantysuehead! Mommmmmmyyyyyyyyyyy!!!!!"

No dice. All I could do was to try and shelter in place, wait out the storm, and hope the others were doing the same, so we could find each other after it let up. I found a small bush that I kinda forced myself back into, and it gave me a little relief from the stinging sand. If that dumbass prophet hadn't convinced us to leave our supplies behind, I'd at least have a blanket to wrap up in. What a stupid idea! That asshole!

I decided to try and sleep a little, but before I did, I untied Princess' pink collar and fastened it around my neck, so if I didn't make it and was ever found, people would know who I belonged to. Sleep didn't come easily because of the blowing sand and howling wind, but eventually I must've dropped off....

To be continued.....

hopefully...

little bitchass

Day 2 in the desert dawned way too soon for bitchass.

I has just spent a fitful first night tossing and turning. While the magical aloe had eased the pain of my horribly sunburned nerve endings, I still yelped and woke myself up every time I turned over in my sleeping bag.

I crawled out of the tent and looked around to see everyone else in the process of packing up and getting ready to move on. Pantysue's limo was nowhere to be seen, but I swear I saw it last night just before turning in. But Billyprophet informed me that the limo had left hours before we even reached our campsite. Was the limo really there last night or was that my vision? I thought about it and decided that the image of a limo with a glowing DVD display inside hardly qualified as a profound vision, and so I began to pack my stuff up along with the rest.

After an imaginary breakfast (we were fasting, remember?), we set out in the direction that Billyprophet pointed out to us. We trudged under the blazing sun for the whole day, and not a drop of rain fell, verifying BillyNonprophet's status even further.

Finally the sun began to dip low towards the horizon, and we came up to a rock that sorta looked like a giant chocolate bunny with half its ears bitten off. Billyprophet took this as a sign from The Playground, and proclaimed that Princess wanted us to camp there for the second night.

I set up my tent on the outside fringe of the camp, after listening to the most awful cacaphony of snoring from the pets the night before. I've only heard one thing in my life that rivaled that horrible sound, and that was "The Punishment from Hell" mp3, which Princess just so happened to have entrusted me with, just in case Billyprophet got out of hand.

My strength was fading, mainly because of the fasting, but also from a lack of sleep the night before. I figured that if I was gonna have my vision, this would have to be the night. I also had been given a secret task to perform for Princess on one of the nights during the trip. I was to perform the ultimate sacrifice, and that was to represent all the pets and to cum once and only once, as a way of demonstrating our devotion to Princess. I wasn't sure if I would have the strength if I waited another night, so I crawled into my tent, drank my allotment of Electric Kool-Aid, and began my lonely sacrifice to Princess.

The effects of the Kool-Aid kicked in just as I was getting to the edge, and I tried to stay on that razor's edge for as long as I could, but it was becoming more and more difficult, seeing as how the tent walls kept breathing and I began to imagine that I was inside of the stomach of a giant desert wombat with acid reflux problems. If I waited any longer I was gonna lose it, and so with gentleness and great understanding, I consumated our Pet Sacrifice and.... mmmmmm...
caaaaaaammmmmmmmmeeeeeeeee!

Just as I finished the climax of my heroic sacrifice, there was a thunderous BOOM, and the walls of the tent lit up as if a 4th of July fireworks display had begun outside. I poked my head out just in time to see Billyprophet perform the most amazing skywriting demonstration without a plane that I had ever seen! He arced overhead in a shower of sparks and flame, trailing a message in smoke writing that spelled out, "OWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW".

I knew this had to be my vision, because it just wasn't possible for a carebear to do what I had just witnessed with my own dilated and bloodshot eyes! Unfortunately, I found out later that he had indeed done just that, as a result of careless smoking. There's a lesson here for all smokers, so take heed.

He landed in some bushes about a half mile away, and we all roundly applauded his awesome display. But we were all pretty tired by that time and so we decided to go to bed and then go looking for him at daybreak.

Lucky and Banky were the first to find him lying unconscious in a patch of some kinda prickly thornbushes. They roused him and he snapped back to full consciousness (whatever that is for a carebear) when Lucky informed him that he had just used up the rest of the water and Kool-Aid to build an altar for Princess. I think everyone was pretty upset with Lucky about this, but nobody wanted to be the first one to say that a mermaid and pony altar for Princess is not worth dying of dehydration in the desert for, and so we all smiled weakly and nodded our heads in approval.

I don't mind telling you, the situation was looking kinda grim as we broke camp and set off across the desert, trying to make it out of there before we all died of thirst. What's worse, I had still not had my vision. I did get to cum however, even if the only thing that came out was a puff of dust, probably due to my dehydrated condition.

little bitchass

Well, here I am... in the desert... following an insane blue prophet to my probable doom.

I'm not totally convinced that billyprophet actually had that vision of Princess Grace, where She "allegedly" told him to take Her pets into the desert. But I'm not taking any chances though, just in the off chance that She may really have appeared to him. So, not wanting to be smote or denied for eternity, I thought I'd better tag along, just to be safe. Besides that, Princess left him a pretty clear message in lucky's blog that he was to be careful, and bring us all back in one piece or it wasn't gonna be pretty for him. I think She posted the comment in lucky's blog because that way billyprophet couldn't delete it, and us pets would all be able to see it. Wise move, Princess!

Safe? Hah! Before we even got to the desert, I fell for another of the prophet's false promises. That of a new sunscreen that would protect my flawless and tender skin from the desert sun's intense rays. Turns out that the sunscreen doesn't work worth a shit, and instead, acts as a UV intensifier.

So after an hour of trudging through the desert, I was suffering through the worst case of sunburn you can imagine. By the end of the day, the only visions I was having were of a bathtub full of aloe vera and some heavy duty painkillers.

Billyprophet claimed to have another minor vision while we walked, and said a way to ease the pain of my sunburn was revealed to him. Half crazed by the pain, I decided "What the holy hell", and decided to go along with what he said. Stupid move on my part. Next thing I know, he's rubbing handfulls of hot sand all over me. I was able to overcome the pain of moving long enough to kick him in the balls until he stopped.

And if billyprophet insists on trying to be funny by sneaking over while we walk and patting me on my back again, the only vision he's gonna have is a quick look at my fist right before it slams into his eye.

I was almost ready to give up and ask pantysue for a ride back to town in her limo, when lucky, who lives up to his name, found a giant aloe plant, and banky and him were nice enough to cut the plant up and collect me a bucket full of gel, since I wasn't able to move enough without screaming in pain every few seconds.

The giant aloe must've been another one of the mystical plants that are scattered around out here, because after slathering the gel on myself, within 5 minutes the pain was down to a manageable level. I'll need to ask my wierd little pal Corruptrix about this, because she knows a lot about this magick stuff.

So. I guess I'll stick with this trek for a while longer. I'd better have this killer vision pretty soon, or if I don't, they'll be finding a dessicated blue prophet buried upside down in the sand with only his feet showing.

I'm gonna try to get some sleep now, and see what happens tomorrow. Banky and lucky are already asleep in their tents, and pantysue's limo is parked up ahead and through the back window I can see the glow from one of the porno videos she has with her. Billyprophet is sitting a little distance away on top of a sand dune in some kind of a yoga-like position, and I assume he's getting another incoming message from Princess.

Geeesh... what a fucking day.....

little bitchass

Freaky Friday... Refreshments Are On Me!

All week long, I had been sneaking over to Billybear Labs late at night to work on a super special formula for a drink I could bring in and pass out to all the chatters at Freaky Friday. Miz Ava comes from a long line of Italian witches, The Strega, and she had loaned me her book, "The Grimoire of Perverted Powders, Potions, and Brews". I settled on a really interesting one that would have the effect of making the minds of the Innocents extra pliable, making it easy for even the biggest tightwads to be manipulated into dusting off their credit cards and making lots of calls during the LDW Marathon.

Billybear himself found out about my plan and sent me a mysterious message, offering to help me with the formula, but I didn't find out until much later what kind of help he had in mind.

The chat was already in full swing when I arrived. I quickly stepped into the changing room and put on my special purple robe and my levitating shoes, and then, pushing my little refreshment cart, came out and greeted Miz Ava and Ms Veronica and all of the participants.

I looked around the room, but did not see any sign of Billybear, and so I figured that his offer of help had just been a cruel tease. Or maybe he was hung up in his Transmorgifier or something.

Miz Ava and Ms Veronica were whipping the Innocents into a frenzy about the Marathon, and also about the fact that Ms Veronica was officially going to start taking phone calls. I got permission from the Mistresses to start passing out the refreshments, and so I floated around the room making sure that everyone got a dose... err.. glass.

It certainly was an amusing sight to see...especially as there were a few Innocents who were new to FF. You could tell which of the particpants were not, shall we say, quite as familar with the traditions and rituals that take place on Freaky Friday. A newcomer who goes by the name of Malina's Bitch was all too eager to accept my deliciously deviant concoction. StephMarie on the other hand, was definitely more cautious-minded when she received her drink from the cocktail cart. She spent a moment gazing intently into her glass like it had a bug in it. However, once she saw that the others were gregariously downing their drinks (especially Ace who zipped his drink down faster than the speed of light), StephMarie threw caution to the wind and declared, "Oh well, when in Rome..." It should also be noted that the always dainty StephMarie did sip her drink graciously though, pinky extended. Even amidst the perverted chaos, StephMarie always manages to maintain her elegance and dignity.

As it turns out, there was plenty to go around, and everybody even got a second helping. So I sat back to wait for the potion to take effect.

I noticed that there was an unfamiliar participant in the room named Jimbo, and out of the corner of my eye, I caught him dumping out his first drink onto the ground. Then I saw him sneakily pouring his second into Ace's empty glass. But I was too excited about seeing how my formula was going to work, and so I didn't put two and two together.

I was happy to that Ace had made it to the chat, and right away I began visualizing him slowly spinning his way down into The Pit. But first I thought it best to let him get comfortable so he wouldn't panic and run out of the chat before he had a chance to have a Snickers bar or three.

Asia was there, magically recovered from his unfortunate devouring by us at last week's chat. I believe he learned his lesson though, because I didn't see him taunting Miz Ava about the Sabres or Ryan Miller this week.

StephMarie had brought a huge bag of Skittles with her, which I think she planned on substituting for Ms Veronica's "special" Skittles, just in case Ms V got any ideas about implanting any in anyone. But StephMarie was on her best behavior, and did a minimum of sashaying around this time. She did protest kinda loudly when I slipped up and included the unfortunate phrase "you guys" in a statement to the whole room, but I knew where she was coming from and let her slide on that one. I stuck my whip back into my robe.

PotOGold was late arriving, and I think it was because he was having some problems with his spud people, who have been getting more and more unruly the past few weeks.

Sonny Boy was back, but I don't recall him channeling any pirates this time, although I do think he's become addicted to wearing his wife's Testosterone patches over his eye. As a matter of fact, he had one over each eye, and had to keep lifting one to see what everyone was doing. I'm pretty sure I saw him sticking more onto other parts of his body when nobody was looking. I made it a point to keep at a safe distance from Sonny Boy for the rest of the night.

Someone named Lady of the Light was there, and when an offer of a free straightjacket was made, she started shrieking, "oooh... pick me.. pick me! Five dollah!". She also kept insisting on lighting up all the dark corners of the clearing, and so she was unceremoniously shown The Pit.

After some time had elapsed and I felt that the potion should be starting to manifest its intended effects, Miz Ava and Ms Veronica quietly slipped behind the ancient old oak tree and decided that they should work their charms on a few of the Innocents to see if the potion was doing exactly what it should be doing. By now, most of the Innocents were on at least their second drink. Everyone agreed that the brew was extremely tasty, though it did appear that different people were tasting different things...it was quite amazing the way this played out. Asia noted that his drink tasted like Canadian beer, while Malina's Bitch thought hers was on the "salty" side, though she professed that she was quite enjoying the special treat nonetheless. A few of the innocents were slurring their words a little but I assured Miz Ava and Ms Veronica that the Grimoire stated this was a common side effect for this particular potion.

Miz Ava decided to hone in on a particular Innocent as her "test subject". She sought after Elvis who was in the middle of working on a new song, but once he heard the dulcet tones of Miz Ava's voice calling out to him, he scrapped the new tune and more than willingly obliged. Miz Ava coyly began to sweet talk Elvis and tempt him with the mere nearness of her presence. Ms Veronica scanned the crowd from her vantage point and in hushed tones asked me if I noticed the group was acting "sloshy". Her eagle eye gaze scrutinized the faces of the innocents and she pointed out to me that it seemed like everyone was more bleary eyed than excitable. I began to feel a pang of anxiety take hold. This was clearly not the effect The Grimoire had promised of this potion!

Pretty soon it became apparent that something had gone awry. Miz Ava had given up on charming the sequined pants off of Elvis (it was soon discovered that Elvis had some issues with authority seeing as he believed he still was "The King"). No matter, because once Miz Ava proclaimed her disdain for Elvis, he was swiftly shown to The Pit. Giggles and chuckles buzzed through the crowd when Ms Veronica dead-panned, "Elvis has left the building". Miz Ava next made a bee line for Tease Me For Cash, rightfully thinking...."easy prey". She attempted to mesmerize Tease by dancing in a circle around him and blowing into his ear, and whispering things to him, but it was not having the desired effect. In fact, just the opposite happened...

One by one, things began deflating like hot air balloons that had just been blown into a tree. Ms Veronica was not having any better luck. Maybe the chat was being held over some ancient saltpeter deposit or something, but whatever it was, things were NOT going as planned. The chatters, who were all worked up to make their calls, were just a tad upset that besides my potion making their minds pliable, it had also made other things pliable too. I felt a little ashamed especially when Ms Veronica noted that it would probably be best if I took "Potions 101" over again.

Jimbo started snickering and piping in with some snide comments about my formula being the cause of it all, but I couldn't see how that was possible because I had followed the formula to the letter. But all the same, I asked Miz Ava if she was sure that her book was authentic. She assured me that it was, and that it had been handed down from generation to generation of The Strega. She said it had never been wrong before.

While all this was going on, I had sent Ace spinning down into the pit for a couple of Snickers bars and a meeting with Mother Crone. Ace was kinda taken with Mother's glowing red eyes, and just before she touched him I decided to give him a break, and so I levitated him back out of the pit before anything unseemly happened to him. While I was bringing him back up, I thought it was odd that Ace was the only one in the area who had a bulge in his pants. When I checked it out, I found that he had a bottle in his pocket, and it wasn't just that he was happy to see me. When I opened the bottle, and unrolled the note, this is what it said...

"corruptrix you suck at chemistry and suck at cooking - never forget that until you lose those shoes you will not have a man which is why you're so cranky. I taunt you a second time! neener neener neener! LMAO billybear"

It all became clear to me now. My potion had been tampered with! Ack! Of course, Ace professed no knowledge of how the bottle had gotten into his pants.

Then, StephMarie began agreeing with Jimbo that it was all my fault, and that maybe I had intentionally screwed up the potion. She even inferred that Corruptrix was in cahoots with Billybear in some way. I was beginning to reach for my whip when Miz Ava stopped me and jumped to my defense...

MsAva: Well Corruptrix...we know that you weren't responsible for that little mishap

StephMarie: Ms Ava, are you sure?

MsAva: I'm sorry Steph, what am I not sure of?

StephMarie: Ms Ava, that Corruptix isn't responsible!

MsAva: Ahhh...we have a Judas among us

StephMarie: After all, he did push Ace and Elvis into the pit

StephMarie: And Ace had the evidence of the treachery

MsAva: Well Steph, I requested Corruptrix to toss Ace and Elvis into the pit because quite frankly I had no use for them

StephMarie: Ms Ava, ahhhh

MsAva: So you see Steph, if you say you are doubting Corruptrix, you essentially are doubting me....and I am *sure* that is not what you are saying , is it not?

StephMarie: Ms Ava, but of course!

Nevertheless, the mob in the room began gathering up pitchforks and torches, and Corruptrix' ass would've been swinging from a tree if Ms Veronica hadn't stepped in to save the day. She quickly morphed into "Mutha of All Spiders" and her teeth grew sharp and pointy, her eyes became cold and black as her Spider Self began skittering around to each of the afflicted Innocents. A single bite was administered to each participant in just the right spot, and when MsVeronicaSpider's venom took effect, things started to perk up. This got the Innocents out of their foul mood and they began putting out their torches.... luckily for Corruptrix...

The Innocents were then given their final preparations by the Mistresses, and told to go hastily forth unto the Marathon before the venom wore off.

And with that, from a distant belfry across the valley, a church bell tolled 12 times, and another Freaky Friday was history.

Special thanks go out to Miz Ava and to Billybear for their invaluable assistance on this post.

Corruptrix

Princess Grace is just getting meanerer and meanerer to her poor widdle bitchass.

Last night was the first night that bitchass has been able to come to Tease Time without Princess' cage locked on, since way back around the time when She first sent it to me. So you can imagine, I was ready to play! I mean, I came into the room wearing Princess' collar, and with my lube and my towel. I even brought my friend Anita, just in case Princess played the surprise card like She has been known to do.

Princess entered and happy greetings were passed around, and the chat started out like the "foreplay" part of my phonecalls to Her.

Landshark made an appearance, and by the time he left after leaving cookies, he had also eaten me. So, there I was, dead, but still wanting to play.

"Oh jemmie, you can't stroke now because you're a ghost, and your hand will go right through!"

"Oh, thank you for telling me that, Princess..."

Billybear tried to do the only thing he could think of to help me, and so he dragged my body over to the lab a threw me into the Transmorgifier, but all he had to toss in with me was a cantaloupe, and so in it went. Well, now I'm not dead anymore, but I look like a cantaloupe and have no arms or other appendages, so that helps me to play HOW? I also was kinda leery about being a cantaloupe after all the stuff that Princess has been making banky and billy do to them. So I kinda just rolled over into the corner and watched the proceedings forlornly.

We had a new chatter come in the room named Sam, and he obviously was expecting a different sort of chat. Sam made some snide remark like "Oh... Interesting chat", to which billybear replied...

"Sam, have you ever considered wearing the Mark of the Billy?"

"Billy, be nice..."

"Yes, Princesssss........."

The room was getting kinda confusing here, because people began morphing into one thing or another faster than the Transmorgifier could do it. We had Cookie Monsters morphing into cantaloupes and zombies and back again. I didn't know if I should get ace to collect cookies, or to bring a sharp stake or a melon baller.

Then, Princess announced that She had received in the mail, "the pink dressie that was supposed to be a black dressie but that's what I really wanted anyway", that She had been waiting to get before leaving on Her trip next week. So it looks like little bitchass will not be doing the dangerous roleplay of being the unfortunate company rep, explaining to Princess why Her vacation got all screwed up.

Princess got the crowd worked up a few times with little teases here and there, and before long, it was time for the chat to end.

WHAT? The chat is ENDING??? She never even told us to get our cocks and clitties out! What about the lube? WTF just happened??? Bitchass needs to playyyyyyy! Re-do! Re-do!

But I guess that's the way it goes... all a part of life for a pet of the Meanest and Most Devious, Cockteasingest, Mindfucktressy, Motherfuckingest Princess on the planet. But bitchass wuvs Her sooooooo.......

Apparently, at some point in the chat, lucky pet, banky, "maybe ace", and yours truly allegedly "agreed" not to stroke, rub, or cum anymore until Princess gets back from vacation. Keep in mind, this is something that I found out about while reading billybear's blog, so it's authenticity is in question as far as I'm concerned. I'm pretty sure I agreed to nothing of the sort, and so I have an appeal in to Princess for an emergency ruling on this matter. If She says I agreed, well, who am I to argue with Her? I guess I won't be touching until after She gets back. Beats being in Her cage with Her away. Right, banky?

So see you all at the next Tease Time, which won't be next week, but in 2 weeks, because of Princess' trip, so don't go showing up expecting Her. If you do, you will have to worship billyPrincess instead.

Well, I'm gonna go beat my head against the wall now, if anybody needs me....

little bitchass

Freaky Friday... Journey down the Nile... (and no, I don't mean denial... It's the river...)

It seems that this month and the upcoming week coincide with the Festival of Bast, Protector of Cats. And since cats are often the favorite creature of witches, what could be a better theme for this week's Freaky Friday? To find out more about the Festival, and for some background on the Goddess Bast, look here.

The first indication of trouble began when a somewhat familiar looking bear entered the room sporting the moniker BillyBast, which caused the Mistresses to focus on him immediately. He was about to take on Corruptrix when he was pounced upon by Miz Ava, who stripped him of his pseudo powers and officially renamed him BillyBastard. Miz Ava and Ms Veronica began toying with him like cats with a captive mouse. His call from Princess Grace came just in the nick of time, and he escaped just as his shaved red ass was about to become mouse mousse.

The rest of the innocents are then herded onto a boat that will take them down the Nile to a sacred spot where the Festival of Bast is by now in full swing. I was in charge of making sure that all got onboard, and was allowed to practice my whipping skills to keep the line moving up the gangplank. I had to snap StephMarie's ass a few times for wasting time sashaying and holding up the line.

Once the boat was loaded, oars were assigned, which led to the second problem of the night. The trip was taking forever and I finally noticed that I had seated all of the righthanded strokers on the same side of the boat, and it seems we had been rowing in circles for a good hour. After some reseating to mix the righthanders and lefthanders, we again got underway. We were making good progress until we seemed to be veering to one side, and the problem was traced to PotOGold, who had developed a severe case of the munchies and had stopped rowing to eat a couple of bags of cornchips.

He was so busy eating his chips that he didn't hear Miz Ava tell him "God damn it Pot! Be a team player for once! Knock it off and get with the program", and so I gave him a little zap to wake him up. Unfortunately the zap startled him and a couple of the little green spud people that Ms Veronica had thoughtfully implanted in his ass a few weeks ago, got out and started running around in the boat. I had to stomp on them, which wasn't such a great idea as we had to stop the boat while I cleaned off the bottoms of my shoes.

Then we had Sonny Boy, who has watched WAY too many pirate movies, and he somehow morphed into a pirate and started spouting Piratespeak. He was distraught that he didn't have a real eyepatch, and instead had to use one of his wife's transdermal Testosterone patches over his eye. Ms Veronica said that we had better get to shore soon because Sonny's timber was gonna start shivering at any time. I tried to tell him "No timber shivering this far from shore", and it was beginning to look like something might erupt at any time. Thankfully, and by some miracle, the boat finally arrived at the festival site before Sonny did any serious damage.

In true Bast Festival Tradition, wine and other spirits are flowing, and music and dance errupt. Offerings of catnip, mint, and other sweet treats are strewn about. I looked up and saw that Miz Ava and Ms Veronica had morphed into fierce Tigresses, and when I looked down, saw that I had become a fairly common looking orange tabby. I was hoping for something a little more exotic, like a leopard or something, but apprentices do have to pay their dues after all. Ms Veronica must've read my mind, because next thing I know, I am a leopard, except that I still have my orange tabby color, which makes me look kinda like a cheetah. That's not too shabby!

One by one the chatters are turned into kitty cats and begin tussling about, rubbing their furry little heads on their feline goddesses legs and becoming quite playful.

However, it appears that a rat in the form of Asia has snuck into this festival. The merriment is disrupted when Asia The Rat makes a very snide remark about the Buffalo Sabres and offends Tigress Ava by saying derogatory things about her idol, Sabres goalie, Ryan Miller. At this point, the tigress in Miz Ava is unleashed. She convenes a quick Witch's Council, and a plot to make Asia The Rat pay for his ignorance is formed.

Tigress Veronica and I head out of the festival to get the "magical" wine. Upon our return, Tigress Ava orders Asia to get on all fours and act like a pussy cat. I was told to bring out a very special pet dish in which Asia is to drink out of. Tigress Veronica fills the dish with with the magical liquid and Asia learns that at the bottom of the dish the phrase: "A very long hockey series" has been engraved. Asia then must lap and lick out of the dish like a pathetic, scorned pussy.

However, Asia's cocky, "plucky" attitude about the Senators is not diminished. Tigress Ava and I decide that his punishment will be even more severe than originally anticipated. We prepare to pounce on Asia and "wrench off his tender limbs, one by one". Asia is offered a chance to redeem himself, but chooses to remain steadfast in his ridiculous loyalty to his hockey team. Therefore, a bloodbath ensues and Tigress Ava and I howl, hiss, and tear into Asia with our deadly claws and sharp teeth. Unfortunately, Asia The Rat meat is discovered to be quite rancid and Tigress Ava becomes ill after feeding on him. Her feline form begins to wretch and heave and in a final act of humiliation to Asia, she vomits Asia bits back onto his weakened, near-lifeless form.

Tigress Veronica gifted all of the good little kittens with beautiful collars. Kel especially was fond of her new diamond studded collar. Since Asia badly misbehaved, Tigress Veronica decides that the most appropriate gift for him comes in the form of a hemp g-string. Of course, upon hearing the word hemp, PotOGold perks right up. In a moment of confusion not uncommon for PotOGold, he mistakenly consumes too much catnip thinking the herbs were of "some other kind".

Exhausted after a long night of pouncing, preying and feeding on innocents, Tigresses Ava and Veronica, and little ol' cheetah/tabby me decide that its time to curl up and relish a much deserved cat nap. Freaky Friday ends with all the good kitties playfully engaging with one another while the FelineTrinity languidly stretch out and lazily admire their handiwork, once again.

Thanks to Miz Ava and Ms Veronica for another great Freaky Friday, and a special thank you to Miz Ava for her contributions to this account. Unfortunately I was standing downwind of PotOGold during the boat trip and needed some help with my short term memory of the events at the Festival, and so Miz Ava thoughtfully provided them.

Hope to see you all at next week's Freaky Friday!

Corruptrix

Well, I'm late again.... Thursday night was not only the night for the regular Tease Time with Princess Grace, but this week it just so happened to fall on Her birthday! Princess probably could've done any number of RealWorld things to celebrate, but She chose to spend a good part of Her night with Her pets and anyone else who happened into the chatroom. For anyone familiar with Princess, it is a well known fact that She cares deeply for Her pets, and this was a great example of that.

The chat was a little different than the usual Tease Time activities. For obvious reasons, there were no new MP3s to listen to, but there didn't need to be. This was more of a party, with lots of birthday greetings being expressed, and it seemed to me that everybody was having a blast with Her. Of course, Princess slipped in a tease now and then, with a lot of those for the benefit of those of us who were locked up. This included me, who after my lockdown of 50 days and my release on Sunday night, was back in lockdown again for some unknown amount of time.

She did lay a pretty devastating tease on us at one point... at least it was for me, when She showed us a pic of a sexy litle pink outfit that She was wanting to buy for Herself! OMG! Her little cage instantly turned into a vise!

There was an attempt by billybear to get everyone to sing "Happy Birthday" in unison, and even though it didn't turn out like a "We Are The World" production, I think Princess got the idea. Princess also talked about all the prezzies She had received, some of which were still in a pile waiting to be opened. With that many prezzies, you just can't open them all at once or you could develop a case of Carpal Tunnel Syndrome.

The highlight of the night was when "the baker", who looked suspiciously like pantysue, wheeled out a huge birthday cake. The cake was hollow, with enough room inside for the Birthday Mistress to slip inside. Usually, a cake like this is wheeled out already containing a scantily clad lady, who will then jump out at some predetermined signal. But this cake was meant for Princess, and She wasted no time in stripping down to Her tiny purple bra and panties, and climbing into Her frosted little castle. And yes, I said bra and panties. You know it's a special occasion when Princess decides to wear panties! The top was closed, and if you listened closely, you could hear muffled squeals of "Ohhh..cum for ME! Ohhh..cum for Me!" coming from inside.

I think She started to worry that the partygoers might mistake Her squeals of excitement from inside the cake to be mistaken as permission to cum, and so out She popped to make sure. She looked a bit flushed, and I think at one point before She popped out that I heard a hiccup or two from inside the cake. She had some icing smeared on Her body, and the chatters were falling over themselves trying to be the one who would be allowed to give Her a good tonguelashing to clean the icing off.

I think pretty much everybody had a great time, including Princess and before long the party was over. Princess left to take care of some RealWorld activities, and everyone slowly said their goodnights and went home.

I stayed signed on to Messenger while doing some browsing on the Internet, and was surprised to see an IM window pop up at around 11:30 Texas time. It was Princess, and She had a homework assignment for me! I love these little surprises of Hers!

She told me, that since it was technically still Her birthday where I was, I was allowed to unlock Her cage and...

"You need to take My cage off you"

"lube up..."

"and I want you to think of Me"

(Like I really needed to be told to think of Her... LOL)

"and hold off for 20 min..."

"and then cum your little head off for My birthday"

"and then you dont have to put cage back on for bed"

"sleep free..."

"but with My collar on"

Then She hastily added...

"Not free of Me... just free from the cage"

"now I have to go..."

"and you have to cum before My birthday is over..."

"so go..."

Bitchass did not need to be told twice, and so I went... I had just enough time before the stroke (no pun intended) of midnight to do Her task just as She asked. And so, after a short, 4 day lockdown, I am now freeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!

Princess, I hope that You enjoyed Your birthday, and thank you SOOOO much for the homework assignment! I don't know how long I'll be out of lockdown, but I'll be waiting on pins and needles to see what You have in store for me next! Wuv Youuuuuuuuu!

little bitchass

Don't look, Princess....

Here's my special super secret coded acknowledgement haiku to billybear's call to action.

A Mistress denied
Ill wind blows through the playground
No cummies for all

little bitchass

P.S. I'm still working nights over at Billybear Labs on the clothing dissolver, and we've gotta hose her down with it just before she climbs into the cake.

50 Days... nice round number, don't ya think?

Well, all the scheduling problems finally got worked out, and I got to finally get my call in to Princess Grace. We've both been wanting to get this call in because not only was it a possible chance to unlock Princess' cage, but also a chance to finally see the surprize prezzie She bought me!

It seems like forever ago that I received the little padded envelope in the mail, and since then I've had to sit through a torturously teasing Tease Time, plus about a gazillion teasy remarks from Princess, all the while knowing that Her key was most likely only a few feet away. I also had to fight the urge to shake the package and hold it up to a strong light to try and see if I could figure out what She had sent me. I wanted to be surprised.

Precisely on the hour, an IM box popped up, and yes, it was Princess. She said She knew I didn't have a lot of time, and so She made sure She was there right on time. She also said that She could've been there sooner, but that She had been drooling over some sweaty jock on TV in tight underwear for the last hour. I said that was cool and that I had only been waiting for 50 days to cum, so it was no problem if She felt like watching a sweaty musclehead over letting me out.

We kicked off the call with our standard foreplay, which as I mentioned before consists of chatting and laughing and basically getting caught up with what each other has been doing lately. And then She downshifted and pounced....

"So jemmie, is the envelope nearby?"

"Yes it is, Princess... it's about 2 feet away, and it's looking at meeeee"

"Well, why don't you pick it up then? But... just look at it... ::giggle::"

"Got it, Princess..."

"So jemmie, do you want to open it?"

"Oh,You know I do, Princess!"

"Well go ahead and open it, but don't look inside, and don't be surprised if something springs out..."

So I carefully cut the top of the envelope... nothing sprang out and put my eye out or anything, so things were going pretty well...

"Now, jemmie, inside is a white envelope and the prezzie, so tell Me, if you could only take one out tonight, which one would it be? ::giggle::"

"Awwwww Princess..... You know I'd want to see the prezzie first!"

"I thought you'd say that... ::giggle::"

So before anybody jumps all over me, I chose the way I did because I knew that Princess wanted me to open that prezzie just as much as I wanted to.

"Well go ahead and take the prezzie out then..."

"Mmmmmm.... yes Princess..."

I reached in and pulled out the only thing that wasn't another envelope, and the prezzie came out into the light...





I was looking at the most beautiful pink leather collar! OMG, Princess! All of a sudden, all of the clues that She had been giving me became clear! I think I sat there speechless for at least 2 or 3 minutes, teary eyed and turning it over and over in my hands until She spoke and brought me back.

"Do you like it?"

"Like it? I fucking LOVE it, Princess! Thank You so much!!!! You were right! This is better than anything You've ever gotten for me! Can I put it on, pleaseeeeeeee?"

"Awwwww.... of course you can, sweetie... go ahead and put it on..."

So I buckled the collar around my neck, and if She had been sitting in the room with me, I would've sat down on the floor by Her feet and laid my head on Her knee and cried. What a wonderful feeling it was to actually be wearing Her collar after all this time!

"Now honey, I've been wanting to do this for quite a while now. You know that you have been Mine for what, 8 months now? Well, you've been through a lot and I thought that now was a good time to give this to you, as a symbol of our relationship... And, I want you to wear this from now on, whenever we do a call..."

"Awwww.. thank You so much, Princess! I'll wear it all right, and it's gonna be a struggle to ever take it off! I'm so happy to be Yours!"

"You're welcome My sweet pet, and I'm very proud to have you!"

We talked a bit longer, about what I'm not totally sure, because I was in another place right about then. But I do remember that while we talked, I was constantly feeling the collar, and tugging absentmindedly at the "D" ring.

Then Princess snapped me out of it again, and asked me,

"Now, would you like to take out the other envelope?"

The big red "50 Days" sign started flashing in my head, and I wasted no time answering Her...

"Oh yeahhhhh... You know I do!"

"Well take out the envelope and open it up..."

I opened it up and inside was a folded piece of paper with a key taped to it.

"This doesn't look like the paper I sent the key to You on!"

"OMG! Did I really send you Bankyboo's key???"

After a few seconds of panic, I realized that she was just teasing...

"::giggles::"

"Now sweetie, take the key off of the piece of paper..."

I struggled with the tape holding the key, partly because my nails weren't helping matters, but mostly because my hands were shaking, but finally I freed the key from the paper.

"So... you've been locked up for 50 whole days now... what would you most like to do right now?"

"OMG Princess... I want to get out of this cage and cum!"

"Well why don't you put the key into the lock, but don't turn the key. Just look at it for a little while... ::giggle::"

At this point I noticed that I was starting to make involuntary little growly noises under my breath. Staring at that key in the lock was absolute torture. Knowing that release was getting closer, but still so far away.

"Princess... pleaseeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee?????"

"Awwwwwwww... how bad do you want to get out, sweetie? How bad do you want to cum?"

Princess! Pleaseeeeee... I want to get out in the worst way... I know what You want to hear, and I'll say it over and over again. I don't care if it's the most dangerous thing I could say to You. I'll do ANYTHING, ANYTHING, ANYTHING You want, just let me out pleaseeeeeee????"

"more ::giggles::"

"What if I were to let you out and not let you cum?"

"PRINCESS! PLEASEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!"

"Unlock the lock... but don't take it out..."

"OMG! Yes, Princess! Thank You!"

"Do you want to take My cage off, sweetie? You've been in it for 50 days now. And you would stay in it for another 60 or even 90 days for Me if I asked you to, wouldn't you?"

"Oh geeez, Princess, You know I would, but please just let me out tonight... Do I have to do the "Snap Like a Breadstick" dance for You again???"

"No honey... take off the cage... the cuff ring too... all of it..."

"OMG... thank You, thank You, thank You, Princess!"

So off came the cage... and I got a look at something that I hadn't seen outside of Her cage in almost two months. It looked like a zebra, only with red lengthwise stripes instead of black. And it didn't waste any time getting all needy and wanty either, The skin felt so tight when it tried to get fully erect, probably because the cage had kept it from stretching the whole time it was locked up.

"Now, do you want to pull your panties back up and rub it through the panties?"

I think something snapped a little here, and it wasn't a breadstick. I remember a voice coming out of my mouth, but it didn't sound like me... It reminded me of the Gap Girls sketch on SNL, where a girly Chris Farley snaps at her friend who made the mistake of mentioning Chris's diet.... Maybe I was channeling poor old Chris, I'm not sure...

"Shut the fuck up you bitch! Jemmie has a fucking cock tonight!"

OMFG! Did that come out of me???? I'm sowwwwwyyyyyyy!

"::giggle:: Why don't you just go ahead and lube it up then?"

"OMG OMG OMG, YES PRINCESS!"

So I lubed up and Princess took over and did what She is so amazing at, which was leading me, instructing me, working me so beautifully... and within just a few minutes, She had me on the edge, and held me there for what felt like forever. OMG... 50 days since I felt this! I forgot how good it felt! I didn't think I was gonna be able to hold back, but Princess was able to hold me there a little longer. I was just about to lose it when...

"Cum for Me, My pet! CUM FOR ME NOWWWW!!!!!"

OK, I'm not gonna lie... I completely lost it here. I came in spades, and I don't remember it ever feeling this good before. EVER! All the frustration and stress that I had been holding for the last 50 days came out along with a ton of cum. I just hope I didn't wake up too many of the neighbors.

Princess gave one last ::giggle:: and after a short relaxed chat that was like an after-sex cigarette, the call was over... except for this little exchange...

"Now sweetie, if I was nice, I would let you stay out of My cage and enjoy your freedom for awhile. But if I was a Bitch, I might make you get cleaned up, get a shower, shave, and then put the cage right back on again. But, My pet, you like it when I am a Bitch, don't you?"

"Yessssss Princesssss........."

"Well then, after you get cleaned up and shaved, I want you to lock My cage back on. You can keep My key for now, I'll trust you. But I think you'll find tomorrow very interesting!"

And so that's what I did....

Princess, I can't thank You enough for what You do for me. The prezzie was awesome and I'll wear Your collar proudly! Every call with You is such a sweet adventure, and I can't wait for the next one. I wuv Youuuuuuuu!

little bitchass


P.S. Still a few days until May 10, which as you know is Princess' birthday. There still time to get her a prezzie, even if it gets to Her a little late! Better late than never! Here's Her Wishlist!

P.P.S. And bankyboo, it's a good thing that you never want to cum again, because this would've been such excruciating torture for you.

Well I was hoping that I'd finally be able to play again at last night's Tease Time, but it didn't work out that way.

Since I haven't been able to get my schedule synched to Princess Grace's so I can make a call, Her "maybe key" is still resting quietly in it's envelope on my dresser, and last night I had to once again endure a heavy dose of Princess' teasing with no relief possible. Last night was 47 days in the cage and still counting.

Princess came into the chatroom right on time, and greetings flew back and forth like billybees hopping from flower to flower. If you have never witnessed this simple little greeting process, you can actually feel the depth of the warm feelings that pass between Princess and the chatters.

There were no new MP3s to listen to this week, but our Princess is a very busy Motherfucking Princess, and was probably out looking for costumes for Her pets all this week. No MP3s is not a bad thing as far as I'm concerned, because it just means more time to concentrate on what my Princess is doing in the room. And besides, I was so squirmy last night to begin with, I don't know if I coulda listened to any or not!

So we all talked and talked, Princess throwing in teases for everybody. I don't even think She makes a conscious effort to do it, She is such a pure and natural cocktease, and it just flows out of Her as the situation requires. All I know was that after a very short time, I was becoming a wreck. 47 days will do that to you. Try it sometime...

Then it got worse.

"Alright everyone... cocks and clitties out!"

"Except for those in lockdown...."

Awwwwwwww Princess!

"Pantysue, , bankyboo, and jemmie, you can't..."

This was where the case of Tourettes that I caught from billybear kicked in...

"You Evil Cockteasing Bitch!!!"

::giggles::

That outburst didn't produce the desired result, which I had hoped was "Oh jemmie.... you must really need to cum... go get the key, take the cage off and you can cum as many times as you want!"

OK, like I said, the desired result did NOT happen... Instead, Princess continued on with the rest of the room, giving stroking and rubbing instructions and getting everyone to the edge for Her. She also couldn't resist sending some extra evil teases in the direction of us poor saps who were locked in Her cages.

But then vindication came for the poor unfortunate saps!

"OK everybody... hands off!"

I love when She does this to everybody else when I'm locked in Her cage anyway. It's a victory of sorts for me...

"Neener neener neeeeeeennneerrrrrrrr!!!"

I know that Princess was feeling really bad for pantysue, banky, and me, because She normally tells me to "be good" when I do that. I love it when Princess shows Her genuine sympathy for our plight.

::giggles::

So everybody was moaning and groaning and I think breaking anything within arms length on their desks, except for us 3 non-touchers, who had already broken whatever was on our desks. Princess loves to ask how everybody is feeling at this point, just to hear us say how much we want Her and need Her. I couldn't wait to tell Her..

"You BITCH!"

::giggles::

And so another Tease Time went into the books. I'm hoping that Princess will forgive my outbursts and let me out for next week's chat, which just happens to fall on Her birthday, May 10. How cool is THAT??? We will be having a little birthday party for Princess next Thursday in the chatroom, and all are invited!

Also, there's still time to show how much you enjoy what Princess does for us all, by buying her a nice birthday prezzie. If you'd like to do that, and you know you wanna, go here to shop!

Princess, thank you for another great Tease Time! Your bitchass wuvs you!

little bitchass

Note to all.... Due to some unexpected RealWorld events, bitchass will NOT be able to call Princess tonight and will have to reschedule. All flood warnings have now been cancelled.

little bitchass

Hi everybody! Guess what I found in my mailbox last night when I got home from work?

Yep.... a Princess Grace care package! The long awaited package that may or may not contain the key that will unlock Her lock and let me out of the cage that I've been locked in for the last 46 days. The bad part about this for me is that I'm not allowed to open the package until She is on the phone with me! All I can do is sit here and look at the little padded envelope with Princess' handwriting on it. Talk about a tease!!!!

Princess has been teasing me pretty hard about this for the last couple of weeks... Will Her key be in the package? Will the RIGHT key be in the package? Will She let me unlock the lock? Will She let me out of Her cage? Even if She lets me out, will she let me cum? Will She put me right back in Her cage afterwards? All these questions and more will finally be answered for me when I call Her, which if everything goes well, will be tonight.

There is one other thing about this package that I should tell you. It may or may not contain a special prezzie that Princess picked out for me. I have no idea what in the world it could be, but I think it's in the package because Princess would've used a regular envelope if She was only sending me Her key. Princess has given me a few hints, but they have been vague enough to where I still can't even make a guess. All I know is that She told me that I will love it more than anything that came before it ( and believe me, after getting Her favorite nightie from Her, that's a pretty significant hint), it will be very meaningful, and that it will be great for both of us. OMG... I can't wait to open this package, and I'm not rattling it or holding it up to the light to try and see what's in it, because I don't want to spoil the surprise. I only have to hold out for another 8 hours or so.

Well, that's all for now, but after the call I'll let you know more, especially about the prezzie. But that's only if Princess Grace wants me to tell you about it. Awwwww... sowwwwyyyyy!

Princess, I'm sooo gonna love hearing Your voice again tonight, no matter what You've decided to do on the call. Wuv You to pieces!

little bitchass