Well, Bitchass Is Fucked... Royally Mindfucked That Is...
I wanted to post a widdle sumpin' to anyone who has not already become addicted to the Stroke Princess... it's just a little taste of some things that She can and will do to you if She sets Her sights on you..
Starting with the night before Thanksgiving, Ms Grace has had me so totally mindfucked that I don't know which way is up. Since then, She's had me do homework for Her that totally turned my whole Thanksgiving outlook around and made it fun. She pushed every hotbutton I had, and even a few that I didn't even know about during Friday night's phone call, got even deeper into my head during a few IMs, and finally, easily "persuaded" me to agree to get a tattoo with Her name on it. I could get the tattoo anytime I wanted, but on one condition... I was not allowed to cum until I got the tattoo and showed it to Her. This was the web She laid in place, and my own mind did the rest.
I went to bed on Friday night, confident that I woud be cumming by the next night, but as it turns out, it still hasn't happened yet. Sooooo... it's Monday now and bitchass has still not cum. The main problem was that when I went to the website of the studio where I had already chosen an artist the last time Princess and I thought about this, I found that his portfolio was missing. A call to the studio confirmed that he was no longer with them and nobody seemed to know where he went. Yeah, I didn't believe that one either, but what could I do?
So I started looking around the internet for other local tattoo parlors, looking at artists portfolios, and found one that was fairly close to my home. I had a real good feeling about one particular artist's work there, and so I called them to find out if they could do the job. The good news was, the place was still there and the artist still worked there. The bad news was, that she was not gonna be back until Wednesday. Great... more days without cumming. This was just not working out like I thought it was gonna.
One good thing that came from the delay was that during another IM with Princess, She came up with an even cooler idea for the tattoo, and this one is gonna be awesome! So scrap the original plan... wait until you see this one! I promise that once I get it, I'll take a picture and either give it to Princess to post in Her blog or I'll post it here.
I've been looking at other sites, but still haven't found an artist whose work really gave me a good feeling about it, but I'll make some secondary choices, just in case my preferred artist can't or won't do it. Now let's get back to the mindfucking.
Besides the problem with getting the tattoo put on, and the little issue of being able to cum again, I've had 5 days of Ms Grace pushing my buttons, over and over and over again. From the time I wake up in the morning to the time I go to sleep at night, there hasn't been a single minute where I am not thinking about one of the little games She has in store for me (and She has a few up Her sleeve that are gonna be very interesting for me).
When I manage to stop thinking about one game, another one pops in and takes it's place. My needing and wanting has been through the roof the last few days. Add to that the fact that Princess Grace is never far from my thoughts to begin with, and you can see that She has entangled Herself so tightly into my head that nobody is gonna get Her to loosen Her grip and let go unless She decides to untangle Herself and leave on Her own. Not that I would ever want Her out, but you get the idea.
It's been an amazing 5 days so far, with no end in sight. My thoughts are always on Her and what She's been doing with me. I can't cum, and that has made me want and need Her even more. It's awesome to witness upclose, the power and control She wields over me, and how deeply She has addicted me. But such a sweet addiction it is.
So that's how the Stroke Princess has been mindfucking me. Sound like fun? Don't tell Her I said so, but it is!
I think I kinda wuvs my Mistress... hee hee hee
little bitchass
P.S. Oh Gawd... please let me get this tattoo soon... I'm dying here...
2007-11-26
2007-11-24
Oops I Did It Again...
I placed a call to my Stroke Princess tonight, and once again, bitchass opened her mouth and found herself in the deep end of the pool. It seems like all Princess Grace has to do is press a few of my hotbuttons, and before I know it, I'm down in subspace, and agreeing to do whatever She asks that scratches that Dominant itch in Her.
Princess doesn't plan out Her calls with me ahead of time. We just start talking and see where the conversation leads. Tonight we opened up like we always do, with getting each other caught up on what's been going on in each of our respective worlds. Somewhere at different points along the way, we'll jump onto a subject that Princess knows will get me excited. We'll explore that subject for awhile, long enough to get me squirming in my chair, and then we'll jump onto another topic that gets me excited all over again. After all the time we've been together, Princess knows so many of my fantasies it's not even funny. Well, OK, it IS funny, but sometimes more funny for Her than it is for me. I did kinda notice she was laughing at me a lot tonight, the evil Cockteasing Bitch laugh. You know the one.
Here's where I started to fuck up. I told Her that She was being such a Bitch, and She responded with,
"Oh, but honey... You like Me this way, remember? ::giggles::"
Here was where my foot first went into my mouth...
"Yes Princess, I love it when You're such a Bitch!"
Instantly, that statement went into Her memory banks and we continued on, talking about one after another of my fantasies, with Her pushing hotbutton after hotbutton along the way. She started to focus on my "permanence" fantasies.. or things that get done to me that are not easily undone. These include haircuts or other changes to my appearance, body piercings, and a few other "projects" that She's been mindfucking me with. With each button She pushed, I became more needy and wanty, and also more submissive. Pretty soon, I was feeling that almost unbearable ache and need creeping in. Princess kept pushing and pushing, and I found myself almost in a frenzy, needing desperately to submit to Her, and I told Her so. She knew She had me just where She wanted me. I never saw what hit me next.
"Honey, remember that tattoo that we talked about such a long time ago?"
Oh shit! We had talked about me getting a tattoo for Her way back before I was even Her pet, but circumstances kept me from getting it at the time, and had kinda been forgotten about. Or so I thought.
"You still want to get that little tattoo for Me, don't you?"
She knew damn good and well that I was sunk so deep that I'd do anything She told me to do...
"Yes Princess.. please! You know I do"
"Awwwwww.. such a good pet! But thinking of that, I want to make a few little changes to the design. That would be alright, wouldn't it?"
We both knew She already had me, sooooo....
"Yes Princess... make whatever changes You like, I'll get the tattoo for You!"
The original design we talked about was a relatively small set of handcuffs with red roses intertwined in and around them.
"OK...I'm thinking we will replace the handcuffs with some script. Let's see... ::giggles:: What about... 'Property of Princess', and we'll keep the intertwined roses. Oh.. and this will be larger than what we were gonna have done before... Oh! And how about adding a cute little butterfly to make it a little more girlie? Don't you think that would be so cute? ::giggles::"
I could tell here that Princess was really getting into this, and I think She was getting Herself almost as excited as She was getting me. She proceeded to describe how She wanted the script to look, and where the roses and the butterfly would be. She also described where on my body She wanted it placed. At this point, all I could think about was that I wanted to do anything She asked.
"Yes Princess, that does sound beautiful!"
"You realize this is forever and there's no going back once it's done? You're gonna have my name permanently tattooed on you. Will you still feel the same way about it 10 years down the road?"
She had me so wrapped around Her finger. I was in such a state that I just couldn't say no to her.
"Princess, 10 years is a long time down the road. Life's too short to worry about things like that. I'm not gonna worry about 10 years from now."
"OK... then tomorrow you will go to the salon and tell the artist what you want, and get him to give you an estimate. If it's reasonable, you'll tell him to draw it up, and you'll have it put on as soon as possible."
"Yesssss Princess! I'll do it! I'll do it!"
"You promise? ::giggles::"
"YESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS!!!"
"So how does that make you feel, honey? Are you a little excited?"
"OMG yes, Princess"
Now here's where Princess recalled from Her memory banks what I said earlier about liking it when She was a bitch. Her voice shifted into SuperBitch mode, and She hit me with this little beauty...
"Well you know, when we started the call, I was all ready to let you cum tonight. But now, I don't think so. I think I'll just wait to let you cum after you get the tattoo put on, how does that sound? This should make you get it put on as soon as you can. So if you want to cum tomorrow, you'd better be able to show me a new tattoo."
"Princess, but what if the place isn't open tomorrow or the tattoo artist can't get it drawn up and put on by tomorrow?"
"Awwww... poor baby! That would be too bad, wouldn't it My little bitchass? I guess if that happens, you won't be cumming tomorrow, will you?"
"Eeeeeeek! YOU BITCH!"
And with that, our time was up. Princess told me that I had homework to do tonight, and that was to write up a blogpost about our call. I knew right away why She was doing that. She knows that if all of you read about this ahead of time, it forces me to either get the tattoo or look like a chickenshit. The whole thing was very neatly done. Between not letting me cum and then making me blog this tonight, Princess had pretty much just inescapably trapped me into getting a tattoo with Her name on it.
"Princess, I guess my big mouth got me in trouble again, didn't it?"
"It always does, honey... ::giggles::"
I'm not trying to say that Princess was awful and made me agree to do something I didn't want to do. On the contrary, I've wanted this from Day 1 with Her. I know that this turns us both on, and if I really didn't want the tattoo, I could always say no, whether we have a written contract or not.
And with that, the call was over. We said our goodnights and the Stroke Princess left to torture another boy.
Princess, thanks so much for yet another great call! I sure hope I can get across to the tattoo artist exactly what You want tomorrow, and I hope You're gonna like it when You see it!
Your pet sure does wuv's You!
little bitchass
I placed a call to my Stroke Princess tonight, and once again, bitchass opened her mouth and found herself in the deep end of the pool. It seems like all Princess Grace has to do is press a few of my hotbuttons, and before I know it, I'm down in subspace, and agreeing to do whatever She asks that scratches that Dominant itch in Her.
Princess doesn't plan out Her calls with me ahead of time. We just start talking and see where the conversation leads. Tonight we opened up like we always do, with getting each other caught up on what's been going on in each of our respective worlds. Somewhere at different points along the way, we'll jump onto a subject that Princess knows will get me excited. We'll explore that subject for awhile, long enough to get me squirming in my chair, and then we'll jump onto another topic that gets me excited all over again. After all the time we've been together, Princess knows so many of my fantasies it's not even funny. Well, OK, it IS funny, but sometimes more funny for Her than it is for me. I did kinda notice she was laughing at me a lot tonight, the evil Cockteasing Bitch laugh. You know the one.
Here's where I started to fuck up. I told Her that She was being such a Bitch, and She responded with,
"Oh, but honey... You like Me this way, remember? ::giggles::"
Here was where my foot first went into my mouth...
"Yes Princess, I love it when You're such a Bitch!"
Instantly, that statement went into Her memory banks and we continued on, talking about one after another of my fantasies, with Her pushing hotbutton after hotbutton along the way. She started to focus on my "permanence" fantasies.. or things that get done to me that are not easily undone. These include haircuts or other changes to my appearance, body piercings, and a few other "projects" that She's been mindfucking me with. With each button She pushed, I became more needy and wanty, and also more submissive. Pretty soon, I was feeling that almost unbearable ache and need creeping in. Princess kept pushing and pushing, and I found myself almost in a frenzy, needing desperately to submit to Her, and I told Her so. She knew She had me just where She wanted me. I never saw what hit me next.
"Honey, remember that tattoo that we talked about such a long time ago?"
Oh shit! We had talked about me getting a tattoo for Her way back before I was even Her pet, but circumstances kept me from getting it at the time, and had kinda been forgotten about. Or so I thought.
"You still want to get that little tattoo for Me, don't you?"
She knew damn good and well that I was sunk so deep that I'd do anything She told me to do...
"Yes Princess.. please! You know I do"
"Awwwwww.. such a good pet! But thinking of that, I want to make a few little changes to the design. That would be alright, wouldn't it?"
We both knew She already had me, sooooo....
"Yes Princess... make whatever changes You like, I'll get the tattoo for You!"
The original design we talked about was a relatively small set of handcuffs with red roses intertwined in and around them.
"OK...I'm thinking we will replace the handcuffs with some script. Let's see... ::giggles:: What about... 'Property of Princess', and we'll keep the intertwined roses. Oh.. and this will be larger than what we were gonna have done before... Oh! And how about adding a cute little butterfly to make it a little more girlie? Don't you think that would be so cute? ::giggles::"
I could tell here that Princess was really getting into this, and I think She was getting Herself almost as excited as She was getting me. She proceeded to describe how She wanted the script to look, and where the roses and the butterfly would be. She also described where on my body She wanted it placed. At this point, all I could think about was that I wanted to do anything She asked.
"Yes Princess, that does sound beautiful!"
"You realize this is forever and there's no going back once it's done? You're gonna have my name permanently tattooed on you. Will you still feel the same way about it 10 years down the road?"
She had me so wrapped around Her finger. I was in such a state that I just couldn't say no to her.
"Princess, 10 years is a long time down the road. Life's too short to worry about things like that. I'm not gonna worry about 10 years from now."
"OK... then tomorrow you will go to the salon and tell the artist what you want, and get him to give you an estimate. If it's reasonable, you'll tell him to draw it up, and you'll have it put on as soon as possible."
"Yesssss Princess! I'll do it! I'll do it!"
"You promise? ::giggles::"
"YESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS!!!"
"So how does that make you feel, honey? Are you a little excited?"
"OMG yes, Princess"
Now here's where Princess recalled from Her memory banks what I said earlier about liking it when She was a bitch. Her voice shifted into SuperBitch mode, and She hit me with this little beauty...
"Well you know, when we started the call, I was all ready to let you cum tonight. But now, I don't think so. I think I'll just wait to let you cum after you get the tattoo put on, how does that sound? This should make you get it put on as soon as you can. So if you want to cum tomorrow, you'd better be able to show me a new tattoo."
"Princess, but what if the place isn't open tomorrow or the tattoo artist can't get it drawn up and put on by tomorrow?"
"Awwww... poor baby! That would be too bad, wouldn't it My little bitchass? I guess if that happens, you won't be cumming tomorrow, will you?"
"Eeeeeeek! YOU BITCH!"
And with that, our time was up. Princess told me that I had homework to do tonight, and that was to write up a blogpost about our call. I knew right away why She was doing that. She knows that if all of you read about this ahead of time, it forces me to either get the tattoo or look like a chickenshit. The whole thing was very neatly done. Between not letting me cum and then making me blog this tonight, Princess had pretty much just inescapably trapped me into getting a tattoo with Her name on it.
"Princess, I guess my big mouth got me in trouble again, didn't it?"
"It always does, honey... ::giggles::"
I'm not trying to say that Princess was awful and made me agree to do something I didn't want to do. On the contrary, I've wanted this from Day 1 with Her. I know that this turns us both on, and if I really didn't want the tattoo, I could always say no, whether we have a written contract or not.
And with that, the call was over. We said our goodnights and the Stroke Princess left to torture another boy.
Princess, thanks so much for yet another great call! I sure hope I can get across to the tattoo artist exactly what You want tomorrow, and I hope You're gonna like it when You see it!
Your pet sure does wuv's You!
little bitchass
2007-11-22
Happy Thanksgiving Everybody... And It Really Really Was!
I want to wish you all a Happy Thanksgiving today, and I hope everybody's day has been extra enjoyable. Mine almost wasn't, but after a little intervention last night by Someone very special, I think this Thanksgiving turned out to be the best I've had in years!
As you may have guessed from reading my previous blogpost, that I really wasn't looking forward to this holiday and had selfishly started feeling very down and very sorry for myself. I had pretty much decided to just withdraw from things, stay home, and just wait for it all to be over with.
That all changed last night, when I got a surprise IM from Princess Grace. I had IMed Her earlier in the day to see if we could pin down the day and time of our next call, and knowing that She has been really busy, I wouldn't have been surprised if I didn't get a reply from Her. But reply She did, and by the time we finished chatting, I had a whole new outlook, and I was really looking forward to today.
We talked about a lot of things. We talked about food (more on that later), hairstyles, piercings, tattoos, and other things She could make me do when I finally sign Her Contract. We also talked about what we each had been up to, and what each others plans for spending the holiday were. I found out that Princess was planning on spending the day with family. I hope She had a great time, because She said if She didn't, I'd be paying for it when we had our call.
She also told me that She had just been to the movies, and saw "Enchanted", which She described as a cute and ultra girlie movie.
"It was a sweet girlie movie. It was not just a girlie movie. Take girlie, wrap it in pink ribbon, flowers, fluff and anything else pink, thats how girlie it was lol"
And then as we chatted, Princess had a brainstorm... She decided that She had the perfect homework for me to do today. I was to get dressed, wear my new girls penny loafers with tan thigh highs, and go out to eat Thanksgiving Turkey Dinner at Denny's. She told me to be sure to get a nice big piece of apple pie with ice cream for dessert. The apple pie was eventually changed to cheesecake when we realized how much we both loved cheesecake, and now cheesecake is our official new Thanksgiving dessert. Then, after eating, I was to go to the movies, buy a ticket and watch "Enchanted", the ultra feminine girlie movie.
As you probably know, there is no way that I was gonna turn down one of Princess Grace's homework assignments. The Contract we talked about will be yummy, but I don't really need one to do what She tells me to do. I do it because I want to please Her, and I get satisfaction out of submitting to Her wishes.
I got to the Denny's a little before 3 in the afternoon, and when I went in, I seemed to disturb the waitress who was putting up Christmas lights over the window to the back room. When she saw me, she stood there looking at me like I had grown another head until I said I'd like a table please. She still stood there looking at me like she didn't understand what I just said, so I tried again. There was not another soul in the dining room, and when I asked her for a booth, she blinked a couple of times and cocked her head to one side like a dog that just heard a high pitched sound.
"Do you have a reservation?"
OMG, I SWEAR she really asked me that!
I figured I must've broken some kind of "Denny's Empty Dining Room Protocol", and so I quickly made up an excuse for wanting a booth instead of one of those cramped little half-tables.
"ummmm... no, but I have friends who are going to be dining with me."
(Liar liar pants on fire.... Right... Like it really mattered... there wasn't much competition for the booths at that point).
"Expecting a pretty big crowd today, huh?"
"Yeah... ::blink blink::"
::Twilight Zone music begins to play in my head::
So she took me over to a booth back in the corner, which was alright with me because I was pretty selfconscious about the expanse of tan stockings on my ankles that were peeking out between my jeans and my loafers. She left 4 menus on the table and got me some water and left me to figure out how to get myself out of my little fib so I could go ahead and order my dinner.
I gave her a few minutes and then when I caught her eye I called her back over and told her that my friends had called me and told me they weren't coming, and that I'd be dining alone.
::More blinks and a head cock...::
She took my order, and by some miracle, it must've been the end of her shift, and so she turned my order over to a waiter, and I had a fresh lease on life. This was a good thing, because the first waitress was beginning to creep me out, and I didn't want her around to spit on my food when it came out.
Just before the meal came out, the waiter came by and picked up the extra menus, leaving one on the table.
"I'll leave one in case your friend shows up"
That's when the scene shifted in my head, and things became kinda surreal and magical. I saw the extra menu as symbolizing Princess Grace actually being at the table with me. I know that may sound wierd, but my mood brightened and I had the most unusual feeling that She was right there with me. The meal came out and I chowed down, and was pretty surprised that it tasted a lot better than any I ever had there before. I think it was the feeling of Princess Grace's presence that made the difference in my mood. I truly did enjoy the meal, and went to work on my cherry cheesecake. It was so yummy that I asked the waiter to bring me another slice and another glass of milk. When I was finished, I felt like I was gonna bust, and had to do what you always read about in these Thanksgiving Dinner tales, which was to loosen my belt a notch.
I wanted to just sit there and relax, but I had more homework to do. I paid the check and left for the nearest movie theater.
In an amazing coincidence, I got to the ticket counter just at the scheduled starting time for "Enchanted", so I didn't have any wait at all. I bought my ticket, along with a big box of buttered popcorn, and went in and sat down. I was careful to do what Princess had recommended, which was to sit far away from any kids, whose mothers might think it was odd for anybody to come to that movie alone, and might call the law on me.
"maybe I should make you wear the cage, in case you have to get patted down... ::giggles::"
Well, She didn't make me wear the cage, and I sat down with my popcorn and the movie began.
Now, this movie might not be for everybody, but it turned out to be really cool and because the main character was a princess, I started seeing all kinds of parallels with Princess Grace and others in the LDW world. I found myself thinking of the main character as Princess Grace pretty much all through the movie. She was beautiful and a little silly, but had a huge heart and so much love inside her.
The movie depicted two worlds.. a fantasy world and the real world, and how people from both worlds interacted when thrown together. It was very enlightening to see how things must be in Princess Grace's life, what with all the singing and having little woodland creatures helping you to clean house and get dressed and stuff. The bill to replace draperies and tablecloths every time She decides to make a new outfit must be astronomical.
But the best part of the story was the message of finding your true love, and as much as I wanted to be in the shoes of Robert, I knew that my relationship with Princess can never be that, and I realized that the character I most identified with was the princess' chipmunk friend, Pip. Pip was her best friend from the fantasy world, her loyal confidant, and was fiercely protective of her, and tried his best to keep her safe all through the movie. Identifying with a chipmunk might sound creepy to you, but I was impressed by his loyalty to her, and tireless efforts to do the right thing for her. He took a lot of shit for her, but never once gave up.
I have to say that I really enjoyed this movie, maybe because I somehow needed to see it. It had a great ending, but I won't spoil it by telling you what it was. After it was over, I stepped out into the chilly air of the parking lot, took a deep breath, and laughed to myself when I suddenly realized that I was very happy and had just had one of the best Thanksgivings I'd had in a long, long time. I think Princess knew from the start that this would cheer me up, but I don't think even She realized how good I was gonna be feeling after it was over. Thank You so much for this homework, Princess!
In our chat, Princess hinted that I may be going to see other movies for Her in the future. If I feel as good as I did when I came out of the theater today, I can't wait!
I do sooo wuvs my Stroke Princess!
little bitchass
I want to wish you all a Happy Thanksgiving today, and I hope everybody's day has been extra enjoyable. Mine almost wasn't, but after a little intervention last night by Someone very special, I think this Thanksgiving turned out to be the best I've had in years!
As you may have guessed from reading my previous blogpost, that I really wasn't looking forward to this holiday and had selfishly started feeling very down and very sorry for myself. I had pretty much decided to just withdraw from things, stay home, and just wait for it all to be over with.
That all changed last night, when I got a surprise IM from Princess Grace. I had IMed Her earlier in the day to see if we could pin down the day and time of our next call, and knowing that She has been really busy, I wouldn't have been surprised if I didn't get a reply from Her. But reply She did, and by the time we finished chatting, I had a whole new outlook, and I was really looking forward to today.
We talked about a lot of things. We talked about food (more on that later), hairstyles, piercings, tattoos, and other things She could make me do when I finally sign Her Contract. We also talked about what we each had been up to, and what each others plans for spending the holiday were. I found out that Princess was planning on spending the day with family. I hope She had a great time, because She said if She didn't, I'd be paying for it when we had our call.
She also told me that She had just been to the movies, and saw "Enchanted", which She described as a cute and ultra girlie movie.
"It was a sweet girlie movie. It was not just a girlie movie. Take girlie, wrap it in pink ribbon, flowers, fluff and anything else pink, thats how girlie it was lol"
And then as we chatted, Princess had a brainstorm... She decided that She had the perfect homework for me to do today. I was to get dressed, wear my new girls penny loafers with tan thigh highs, and go out to eat Thanksgiving Turkey Dinner at Denny's. She told me to be sure to get a nice big piece of apple pie with ice cream for dessert. The apple pie was eventually changed to cheesecake when we realized how much we both loved cheesecake, and now cheesecake is our official new Thanksgiving dessert. Then, after eating, I was to go to the movies, buy a ticket and watch "Enchanted", the ultra feminine girlie movie.
As you probably know, there is no way that I was gonna turn down one of Princess Grace's homework assignments. The Contract we talked about will be yummy, but I don't really need one to do what She tells me to do. I do it because I want to please Her, and I get satisfaction out of submitting to Her wishes.
I got to the Denny's a little before 3 in the afternoon, and when I went in, I seemed to disturb the waitress who was putting up Christmas lights over the window to the back room. When she saw me, she stood there looking at me like I had grown another head until I said I'd like a table please. She still stood there looking at me like she didn't understand what I just said, so I tried again. There was not another soul in the dining room, and when I asked her for a booth, she blinked a couple of times and cocked her head to one side like a dog that just heard a high pitched sound.
"Do you have a reservation?"
OMG, I SWEAR she really asked me that!
I figured I must've broken some kind of "Denny's Empty Dining Room Protocol", and so I quickly made up an excuse for wanting a booth instead of one of those cramped little half-tables.
"ummmm... no, but I have friends who are going to be dining with me."
(Liar liar pants on fire.... Right... Like it really mattered... there wasn't much competition for the booths at that point).
"Expecting a pretty big crowd today, huh?"
"Yeah... ::blink blink::"
::Twilight Zone music begins to play in my head::
So she took me over to a booth back in the corner, which was alright with me because I was pretty selfconscious about the expanse of tan stockings on my ankles that were peeking out between my jeans and my loafers. She left 4 menus on the table and got me some water and left me to figure out how to get myself out of my little fib so I could go ahead and order my dinner.
I gave her a few minutes and then when I caught her eye I called her back over and told her that my friends had called me and told me they weren't coming, and that I'd be dining alone.
::More blinks and a head cock...::
She took my order, and by some miracle, it must've been the end of her shift, and so she turned my order over to a waiter, and I had a fresh lease on life. This was a good thing, because the first waitress was beginning to creep me out, and I didn't want her around to spit on my food when it came out.
Just before the meal came out, the waiter came by and picked up the extra menus, leaving one on the table.
"I'll leave one in case your friend shows up"
That's when the scene shifted in my head, and things became kinda surreal and magical. I saw the extra menu as symbolizing Princess Grace actually being at the table with me. I know that may sound wierd, but my mood brightened and I had the most unusual feeling that She was right there with me. The meal came out and I chowed down, and was pretty surprised that it tasted a lot better than any I ever had there before. I think it was the feeling of Princess Grace's presence that made the difference in my mood. I truly did enjoy the meal, and went to work on my cherry cheesecake. It was so yummy that I asked the waiter to bring me another slice and another glass of milk. When I was finished, I felt like I was gonna bust, and had to do what you always read about in these Thanksgiving Dinner tales, which was to loosen my belt a notch.
I wanted to just sit there and relax, but I had more homework to do. I paid the check and left for the nearest movie theater.
In an amazing coincidence, I got to the ticket counter just at the scheduled starting time for "Enchanted", so I didn't have any wait at all. I bought my ticket, along with a big box of buttered popcorn, and went in and sat down. I was careful to do what Princess had recommended, which was to sit far away from any kids, whose mothers might think it was odd for anybody to come to that movie alone, and might call the law on me.
"maybe I should make you wear the cage, in case you have to get patted down... ::giggles::"
Well, She didn't make me wear the cage, and I sat down with my popcorn and the movie began.
Now, this movie might not be for everybody, but it turned out to be really cool and because the main character was a princess, I started seeing all kinds of parallels with Princess Grace and others in the LDW world. I found myself thinking of the main character as Princess Grace pretty much all through the movie. She was beautiful and a little silly, but had a huge heart and so much love inside her.
The movie depicted two worlds.. a fantasy world and the real world, and how people from both worlds interacted when thrown together. It was very enlightening to see how things must be in Princess Grace's life, what with all the singing and having little woodland creatures helping you to clean house and get dressed and stuff. The bill to replace draperies and tablecloths every time She decides to make a new outfit must be astronomical.
But the best part of the story was the message of finding your true love, and as much as I wanted to be in the shoes of Robert, I knew that my relationship with Princess can never be that, and I realized that the character I most identified with was the princess' chipmunk friend, Pip. Pip was her best friend from the fantasy world, her loyal confidant, and was fiercely protective of her, and tried his best to keep her safe all through the movie. Identifying with a chipmunk might sound creepy to you, but I was impressed by his loyalty to her, and tireless efforts to do the right thing for her. He took a lot of shit for her, but never once gave up.
I have to say that I really enjoyed this movie, maybe because I somehow needed to see it. It had a great ending, but I won't spoil it by telling you what it was. After it was over, I stepped out into the chilly air of the parking lot, took a deep breath, and laughed to myself when I suddenly realized that I was very happy and had just had one of the best Thanksgivings I'd had in a long, long time. I think Princess knew from the start that this would cheer me up, but I don't think even She realized how good I was gonna be feeling after it was over. Thank You so much for this homework, Princess!
In our chat, Princess hinted that I may be going to see other movies for Her in the future. If I feel as good as I did when I came out of the theater today, I can't wait!
I do sooo wuvs my Stroke Princess!
little bitchass
2007-11-18
Wierd Thanksgiving Thoughts From A Turkey...
Another year is rapidly coming to a close, and as we get closer to the end of November, the first holiday to materialize out of the murk is Thanksgiving. I used to enjoy this particular holiday a lot! On Thanksgiving Day, I would try to get any work I might have to do out of the way, and then I'd sit down in front of the TV and watch either football, or any of the same old holiday movies that are always scheduled every year on that day. I really didn't care too much what I watched, the really nice thing was to be able to sit there and drink in all the wonderful aromas coming from the kitchen while Thanksgiving Dinner was being prepared.
It's not like I was being a jerk and wouldn't help with the cooking, it's just that I am totally inept when it comes to cooking skills, and so I was not allowed to hang out except for a trip to the refrigerator for an occasional drink. My job was to just stay the hell out of the kitchen and out of the way until after the dinner was over with, and then I would chip in and help with the cleanup activities and the dishwashing. See? Even then I was more suited to a role as a maid or kitchen servant.
I'm in Texas now, and am originally from back East, so being this far away from my extended family on the holidays had it's advantages, in that the guest list for dinner was very manageable. There was none of the simmering disagreements and semi-submerged bad feelings that family members are prone to gossip to each other about all year and then hide under a bib for a holiday meal while forced smiles from jaws as tight as an undersized corset were displayed by all . And without all of that drama, the meal itself becomes the high point. Sitting down to a table piled with roast turkey and stuffing, with homemade mashed potatoes and gravy, and side dishes like peas, sweet potatoes, and cranberry sauce, was better than any silly old orgasm... at least for one day out of the year. (OK, maybe for 2 days out of the year, because Christmas Dinner ran a close second for gastronomical delightfulness). If I can keep to the same analogy, enjoying the pies and other desserts afterwards was the closest I will ever come to being multi-orgasmic.
This wet dream came to a screeching halt about 5 or 6 years ago, when a rebellion in the kitchen occurred, and a decree of "I'm not going to the trouble of cooking a Big Thanksgiving Dinner anymore" was handed down from on High. And so for the next few years, the whole Thanksgiving meal would come in a box from the supermarket. There was a whole turkey in there (it still needed to be popped into the oven for a few hours), and there were also some side dishes included... even a pumpkin pie! It wasn't homecooked exactly, but it was still turkey, and if you closed your eyes, you could almost imagine it was from scratch (except for the side dishes, which tasted kinda like the cardboard box that they arrived in).
After a few years of "Thanksgiving Dinnner In A Box", that effort also became too much. Another rebellion occurred, and the next plan became "Going To Denny's For Turkey Dinner". Let me tell you, if you haven't tried this, it's a real cullinary treat, and I "enjoyed" this wonderful assault on my taste buds for another couple of years. There was a good side to this however. There was none of the stress of planning and cooking the meal, and there was no cleanup afterward. All I had to do was pay the check, drive home, and reflect on another fine Turkey Day.
The final straw came last year, about 4 days before Thanksgiving, when I embarked on my "jem goes it alone" period (as a matter of fact, the anniversary of that memorable day is tomorrow). So, I wasn't in much of a mood to celebrate the Holidays last year. My Thanksgiving Dinner was made by Swanson and took all of ten minutes to thaw, heat up in the microwave and serve. Not my preference, but still pretty easy on the cleanup afterwards.
As for this year? I still don't know what I'm gonna do. I think I'll prolly feel a little better after a year on my own, but I'm still not sure if I want to go out to eat or just go with the old faithful Swanson's Turkey Dinner Extravaganza. I don't think I want to go through all the effort and ultimate heartache of attempting to cook a complete turkey dinner, because I know I'll just ruin it anyway.
So, I'm toying with the idea of possibly overnighting myself in a big roasting pan, with my ankles and wrists tied together and wearing aluminum foil booties on my feet, up to Princess Grace's Castle, where She can display me as a Thanksgiving Novelty in Her office while She torments Her clients on the phone. Hell, maybe She'll even heat up a Swanson's entree for me, I don't know. All I know is, I'd give up even the best homecooked Thanksgiving Dinner, just for the chance of spending the Holidays with my Stroke Princess! Can't happen you say? Well, I can fantasize, can't I?
Wuv You, Princess! I know one thing that I'm sure thankful for, and that's You! I hope You have an enjoyable and stress-free Thanksgiving!
little bitchass
Another year is rapidly coming to a close, and as we get closer to the end of November, the first holiday to materialize out of the murk is Thanksgiving. I used to enjoy this particular holiday a lot! On Thanksgiving Day, I would try to get any work I might have to do out of the way, and then I'd sit down in front of the TV and watch either football, or any of the same old holiday movies that are always scheduled every year on that day. I really didn't care too much what I watched, the really nice thing was to be able to sit there and drink in all the wonderful aromas coming from the kitchen while Thanksgiving Dinner was being prepared.
It's not like I was being a jerk and wouldn't help with the cooking, it's just that I am totally inept when it comes to cooking skills, and so I was not allowed to hang out except for a trip to the refrigerator for an occasional drink. My job was to just stay the hell out of the kitchen and out of the way until after the dinner was over with, and then I would chip in and help with the cleanup activities and the dishwashing. See? Even then I was more suited to a role as a maid or kitchen servant.
I'm in Texas now, and am originally from back East, so being this far away from my extended family on the holidays had it's advantages, in that the guest list for dinner was very manageable. There was none of the simmering disagreements and semi-submerged bad feelings that family members are prone to gossip to each other about all year and then hide under a bib for a holiday meal while forced smiles from jaws as tight as an undersized corset were displayed by all . And without all of that drama, the meal itself becomes the high point. Sitting down to a table piled with roast turkey and stuffing, with homemade mashed potatoes and gravy, and side dishes like peas, sweet potatoes, and cranberry sauce, was better than any silly old orgasm... at least for one day out of the year. (OK, maybe for 2 days out of the year, because Christmas Dinner ran a close second for gastronomical delightfulness). If I can keep to the same analogy, enjoying the pies and other desserts afterwards was the closest I will ever come to being multi-orgasmic.
This wet dream came to a screeching halt about 5 or 6 years ago, when a rebellion in the kitchen occurred, and a decree of "I'm not going to the trouble of cooking a Big Thanksgiving Dinner anymore" was handed down from on High. And so for the next few years, the whole Thanksgiving meal would come in a box from the supermarket. There was a whole turkey in there (it still needed to be popped into the oven for a few hours), and there were also some side dishes included... even a pumpkin pie! It wasn't homecooked exactly, but it was still turkey, and if you closed your eyes, you could almost imagine it was from scratch (except for the side dishes, which tasted kinda like the cardboard box that they arrived in).
After a few years of "Thanksgiving Dinnner In A Box", that effort also became too much. Another rebellion occurred, and the next plan became "Going To Denny's For Turkey Dinner". Let me tell you, if you haven't tried this, it's a real cullinary treat, and I "enjoyed" this wonderful assault on my taste buds for another couple of years. There was a good side to this however. There was none of the stress of planning and cooking the meal, and there was no cleanup afterward. All I had to do was pay the check, drive home, and reflect on another fine Turkey Day.
The final straw came last year, about 4 days before Thanksgiving, when I embarked on my "jem goes it alone" period (as a matter of fact, the anniversary of that memorable day is tomorrow). So, I wasn't in much of a mood to celebrate the Holidays last year. My Thanksgiving Dinner was made by Swanson and took all of ten minutes to thaw, heat up in the microwave and serve. Not my preference, but still pretty easy on the cleanup afterwards.
As for this year? I still don't know what I'm gonna do. I think I'll prolly feel a little better after a year on my own, but I'm still not sure if I want to go out to eat or just go with the old faithful Swanson's Turkey Dinner Extravaganza. I don't think I want to go through all the effort and ultimate heartache of attempting to cook a complete turkey dinner, because I know I'll just ruin it anyway.
So, I'm toying with the idea of possibly overnighting myself in a big roasting pan, with my ankles and wrists tied together and wearing aluminum foil booties on my feet, up to Princess Grace's Castle, where She can display me as a Thanksgiving Novelty in Her office while She torments Her clients on the phone. Hell, maybe She'll even heat up a Swanson's entree for me, I don't know. All I know is, I'd give up even the best homecooked Thanksgiving Dinner, just for the chance of spending the Holidays with my Stroke Princess! Can't happen you say? Well, I can fantasize, can't I?
Wuv You, Princess! I know one thing that I'm sure thankful for, and that's You! I hope You have an enjoyable and stress-free Thanksgiving!
little bitchass
2007-11-16
Tease Time... Well Sorta...
I want to apologize to luckypet ::ka-ching:: and anyone else for the lack of a report on last night's Tease Time chat, with our Stroke Princess, Ms Grace. I also want to make clear that I AM NOT intending to offend anyone. These are strictly my views but Princess will prolly never let me cum again after She reads this.
My idea of a Hosted Chat is that it's more or less moderated by a Hostess and/or Co-Hostess, and usually follows some kind of a topic. Maybe that's not a realistic expectation anymore. Princess Grace arrived in the Kink Chatroom for Her hosted chat, and there were already 5 or 6 Mistresses in the room. I'm not in any way saying that anything was done intentionally, because I know the people and know that they would not do that, but with the other Mistresses conducting their business and all the unrelated side conversations that this generated, it got very unfocused and I think Princess must have decided then to abandon Her Hosted Chat event and just turn it into a party.
A party is always fun, and I really had a good time, but it pretty much makes it impossible for me to sort it all out and find enough continuity to write about. Maybe I'm just not up to following all of it and somebody else may be better suited to do these reports. I'll try to keep doing them as long as I can, or until Princess decides to have someone else do them.
Again, this is only one opinion, and I'll still keep coming to Tease Time as long as my yummy Stroke Princess Mistress is there though, because, well, I just wuvs Her to pieces!
little bitchass
I want to apologize to luckypet ::ka-ching:: and anyone else for the lack of a report on last night's Tease Time chat, with our Stroke Princess, Ms Grace. I also want to make clear that I AM NOT intending to offend anyone. These are strictly my views but Princess will prolly never let me cum again after She reads this.
My idea of a Hosted Chat is that it's more or less moderated by a Hostess and/or Co-Hostess, and usually follows some kind of a topic. Maybe that's not a realistic expectation anymore. Princess Grace arrived in the Kink Chatroom for Her hosted chat, and there were already 5 or 6 Mistresses in the room. I'm not in any way saying that anything was done intentionally, because I know the people and know that they would not do that, but with the other Mistresses conducting their business and all the unrelated side conversations that this generated, it got very unfocused and I think Princess must have decided then to abandon Her Hosted Chat event and just turn it into a party.
A party is always fun, and I really had a good time, but it pretty much makes it impossible for me to sort it all out and find enough continuity to write about. Maybe I'm just not up to following all of it and somebody else may be better suited to do these reports. I'll try to keep doing them as long as I can, or until Princess decides to have someone else do them.
Again, this is only one opinion, and I'll still keep coming to Tease Time as long as my yummy Stroke Princess Mistress is there though, because, well, I just wuvs Her to pieces!
little bitchass
2007-11-14
2007-11-09
Princess Grace Seemed To Be In A Wonderful Mood For Her Tease Time Chat...
The Stroke Princess came into the Community Kink Chatroom last night ready to squeeze n' tease! And She wasted no time getting started. Almost as soon as we all exchanged our hellos with Her, She started in with one of the boys about the nice red panties that She was wearing to go along with Her nice new red nightie! By the time She was done with him, She had him virtually feeling just about every inch of Her Heavenly Body.
Of couse, that boy wasn't the only one affected, I'm sure. I can only speak for myself, but I was noticing some fit problems in my own panties after a few minutes of that. A couple of times I had to cover my eyes so I wouldn't be overstimulated. As the need and want kept building, Princess then started to talk a little about the contract that She's gonna write and make me sign sight-unseen. She was angling to get some suggestions from the chatters as to some more things that She might add to the contract. All She has to do is mention that damn contract and I'm going down into subspace, so needless to say, it didn't help my needy-wanty condition even a little bit.
Luckily (oh dammit! ::ka-ching::), the only suggestions She got that I saw were from BillyBear, and that's all we'll say about that, because I'm hoping She didn't hear those. And so, on we went into other topics!
There were no new MP3s to listen to during the chat, although Princess sent a few boys off to Her blog to listen to Her latest MP3. As usual, those poor fools came back to the chatroom in a semi-conscious state, and doing an awful lot of whining and moaning. I'm not complaining about no MP3s though, I adore Her when She does them, and I adore Her when She doesn't!
Speaking of moaning, Princess, I wish You'd be more careful with Pantysue and more considerate of Your other pet's sleeping hours. The moaning and shrieking coming from Pantysue during her call the other night kept me awake for half the night. It wasn't so much that I wanted the sleep, it was more of a jealousy thing that it wasn't me doing the moaning. But then again, You're the Mistress here, and You can do whatever You please! Forget I even mentioned it! No, really.... I'm OK..... eeeeeep....
We once again learned a little more about Ms Grace's personal likes and dislikes during the chat. It turns out that She admitted to liking McDonalds food, except for the french fries. She said She stays away from those because they might stick to Her already perfect ass. Now, I on the other hand, am always complaining about not having any ass to speak of, and so I figure that in the next few weeks I'll be trying out Her theory and eating enough McD's fries to add a little to my humps, my humps. But I digress... it was great of Princess to share, and it's always good to know more about your Mistress.
Near the end of the chat, quite a few of the chatters began to suggest that they would kinda enjoy being able to stroke for the Stroke Princess. Princess was moved by this display of affection and decided with 4 minutes left in chat, that She would let everybody stroke or rub for the rest of the chat. Nobody had to be asked twice and so out came the clitties and cocks, and much lubing and touching was had by all. Princess guided us along with Her amazing stroking techniques, and had worked everybody into a frenzy, when all of a sudden, She said,
"Awwww... you all know what time it is, right?"
"NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!"
"Yes, it's 'take your hands away time' ::giggles::"
::groannnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnssssssssssssss::
Now that would've been that, except for one wonderful little thing that Princess rewarded me with, and made the rest of the chatters hate my guts. I had been given some homework during my last call with Princess, which was buying some very special pantyhose that I was supposed to wear to work. Well, I had sent her a quick IM earlier in the evening to inform Her that I had gotten the pantyhose in the mail that day. So, She rewarded me for getting them by giving me Her special permission to cum that night before going to bed. Everybody else was sent home empty-handed! I had just gotten let out of the CB2000 on Saturday night, and was allowed to cum then, and She also let me cum once on Sunday, but after that it was back to "no cummies". After not cumming in so long, I wasn't quite ready to stop yet, and so Her permission last night was very much appreciated! To everybody who wasn't allowed, neener neener neener... It felt wonderful!!!
As a side note, I'm wearing those pantyhose as I sit at work on my lunch hour writing this blog entry, and OMG, I have to REALLY be careful about my pantlegs riding up too high. I had a surprise meeting this morning, and those pantyhose made me think a LOT about Princess during the meeting!
I've also been locked all this week into the beautiful new collar that Princess sent me, and I'm loving how it looks and how it feels, not to mention what it represents! And as Princess keeps reminding me,
"Wait until you sign that contract! ::giggles::"
Thank You so much Princess, You are ALWAYS awesome!
Oh yeah... did I mention I wuvs my Mistress? Well I do!
little bitchass
P.S. If anybody has anything else from the chat that I left out and you think should be included, send it along to me and I'll add it to the post! I do tend to focus more about the things that affect me and sometimes forget to add other stuff. But hey! It's my blog, right??? LOL
The Stroke Princess came into the Community Kink Chatroom last night ready to squeeze n' tease! And She wasted no time getting started. Almost as soon as we all exchanged our hellos with Her, She started in with one of the boys about the nice red panties that She was wearing to go along with Her nice new red nightie! By the time She was done with him, She had him virtually feeling just about every inch of Her Heavenly Body.
Of couse, that boy wasn't the only one affected, I'm sure. I can only speak for myself, but I was noticing some fit problems in my own panties after a few minutes of that. A couple of times I had to cover my eyes so I wouldn't be overstimulated. As the need and want kept building, Princess then started to talk a little about the contract that She's gonna write and make me sign sight-unseen. She was angling to get some suggestions from the chatters as to some more things that She might add to the contract. All She has to do is mention that damn contract and I'm going down into subspace, so needless to say, it didn't help my needy-wanty condition even a little bit.
Luckily (oh dammit! ::ka-ching::), the only suggestions She got that I saw were from BillyBear, and that's all we'll say about that, because I'm hoping She didn't hear those. And so, on we went into other topics!
There were no new MP3s to listen to during the chat, although Princess sent a few boys off to Her blog to listen to Her latest MP3. As usual, those poor fools came back to the chatroom in a semi-conscious state, and doing an awful lot of whining and moaning. I'm not complaining about no MP3s though, I adore Her when She does them, and I adore Her when She doesn't!
Speaking of moaning, Princess, I wish You'd be more careful with Pantysue and more considerate of Your other pet's sleeping hours. The moaning and shrieking coming from Pantysue during her call the other night kept me awake for half the night. It wasn't so much that I wanted the sleep, it was more of a jealousy thing that it wasn't me doing the moaning. But then again, You're the Mistress here, and You can do whatever You please! Forget I even mentioned it! No, really.... I'm OK..... eeeeeep....
We once again learned a little more about Ms Grace's personal likes and dislikes during the chat. It turns out that She admitted to liking McDonalds food, except for the french fries. She said She stays away from those because they might stick to Her already perfect ass. Now, I on the other hand, am always complaining about not having any ass to speak of, and so I figure that in the next few weeks I'll be trying out Her theory and eating enough McD's fries to add a little to my humps, my humps. But I digress... it was great of Princess to share, and it's always good to know more about your Mistress.
Near the end of the chat, quite a few of the chatters began to suggest that they would kinda enjoy being able to stroke for the Stroke Princess. Princess was moved by this display of affection and decided with 4 minutes left in chat, that She would let everybody stroke or rub for the rest of the chat. Nobody had to be asked twice and so out came the clitties and cocks, and much lubing and touching was had by all. Princess guided us along with Her amazing stroking techniques, and had worked everybody into a frenzy, when all of a sudden, She said,
"Awwww... you all know what time it is, right?"
"NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!"
"Yes, it's 'take your hands away time' ::giggles::"
::groannnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnssssssssssssss::
Now that would've been that, except for one wonderful little thing that Princess rewarded me with, and made the rest of the chatters hate my guts. I had been given some homework during my last call with Princess, which was buying some very special pantyhose that I was supposed to wear to work. Well, I had sent her a quick IM earlier in the evening to inform Her that I had gotten the pantyhose in the mail that day. So, She rewarded me for getting them by giving me Her special permission to cum that night before going to bed. Everybody else was sent home empty-handed! I had just gotten let out of the CB2000 on Saturday night, and was allowed to cum then, and She also let me cum once on Sunday, but after that it was back to "no cummies". After not cumming in so long, I wasn't quite ready to stop yet, and so Her permission last night was very much appreciated! To everybody who wasn't allowed, neener neener neener... It felt wonderful!!!
As a side note, I'm wearing those pantyhose as I sit at work on my lunch hour writing this blog entry, and OMG, I have to REALLY be careful about my pantlegs riding up too high. I had a surprise meeting this morning, and those pantyhose made me think a LOT about Princess during the meeting!
I've also been locked all this week into the beautiful new collar that Princess sent me, and I'm loving how it looks and how it feels, not to mention what it represents! And as Princess keeps reminding me,
"Wait until you sign that contract! ::giggles::"
Thank You so much Princess, You are ALWAYS awesome!
Oh yeah... did I mention I wuvs my Mistress? Well I do!
little bitchass
P.S. If anybody has anything else from the chat that I left out and you think should be included, send it along to me and I'll add it to the post! I do tend to focus more about the things that affect me and sometimes forget to add other stuff. But hey! It's my blog, right??? LOL
2007-11-04
My Call With Princess Grace... Part 2... Princess, Are You Sure You Sent Me The Right Key?...
This is Part 2 of the post I started last night, recounting the call I had with Princess Grace. If you haven't read Part 1 yet, read that one first!
As we open, we find our Mistress and Her pet dealing with a stuck lock on the CB2000 cage that Princess wants Her pet to take off...
"Oh shit, did I really send You Pantysue's key by mistake? No, I couldn't have. I tore the paper with the key taped onto it from your note that you sent me. It's got to be the right one. Keep trying but for God's sake, don't break the key off!"
I couldn't help but to laugh because of the irony of what was happening... Here I was, the Stroke Princess was allowing me to unlock after 78 days in the cage, and now the damn key doesn't work!
Princess chimed in with a helpful observation...
"Maybe this is a sign that maybe we should've gone for 80 days after all"
"Ummm.... I think the lock is just jammed, Princess, let's not add the extra days on just yet, OK? Let me keep trying... sheeesh!"
"Well, go get some WD40 or something, and spray it into the lock to loosen it up. Maybe get some big wire cutters too in case you have to cut the pin on the cage off"
So, I had to pull my skirt back down, and make a trip out to my garage, hoping that the nextdoor neighbors weren't out front, and get my trusty can of WD40. I also got my trusty 3in1 oil, and since I of course could not find my big wire cutters, also brought back a pair of trusty small wirecutters and a couple of trusty big pairs of pliers.
"OK Princess... I got all my trusty stuff with me... I'm spraying some WD40 into the keyhole now"
I do SOOOOO love getting WD40 all over my fingers and having to smell it the rest of the night, and I said that outloud so Princess could hear it.
"I don't know sweetie, I have always kinda liked the smell of WD40. ::giggles::"
Super. I kept working the key, but nothing was breaking loose. So after I noticed that there was no up and down movement on the bail of the lock, I took the trusty pliers and squeezed down on the trusty bail a few times until I thought I felt it move a little. I tried the key again...
"Still nothing, Princess"
"OMFG... I can't believe after planning everything out, the one thing I didn't plan on happens!"
"Putting some more WD40 into the lock, Princess"
"Don't break off the fucking key!"
I sprayed enough WD40 into the lock to de-rust a battleship, but when I tried the key again, it still didn't work. I began to have visions of having to replace part of the cage, because I was sure enough gonna be cutting or smashing something soon. And then,
::SNICK::
"OMG Princess! It opened!"
"Oh, thank God! Take off the lock and the cage before something else happens! And then take the lock and just throw it away. It might be free now, but it's got bad kharma! Get rid of it and I'll throw away the second key"
"OK Princess... everything's off... lock and key are in the trashcan"
And so, after 78 days, I was finally free of the cage. You can't believe how different and strange it feels after taking it off, and also how good it feels to finally be able to touch and feel again.
"Good! Now before we go any farther, I want you to go and take a washcloth and clean yourself up so there's no WD40 left on anything"
So I did. And when I got back, I realized that Princess' voice had gotten that edge on it that She gets when She is pouncing and has gone into serious Domme mode. She had dropped me into subspace earlier in the call when She made me lock the new collar on, but I think the incident with the stuck lock had brought me back out of it again. As soon as I heard Princess' voice like this, down I went again!
I'm not going to go into details about everything that Princess said to me here, because the post will go for way too long, and there are also a few things that I would rather not share with everybody just yet, if ever. But suffice it to say, She began to work me into the most submissive state you could imagine by telling me what She was planning on doing with me now. I will tell you this much... The new collar was just the beginning. Only the tip of the iceberg...
Princess is working on a contract for me. She only told me some of the things that might be in it, but it will be a written contract that She'll mail me. I'm not allowed to read the body of the contract, but will sign it and mail it back to Her. Then She'll email me the contract so I can see what I've just signed off on. I'll tell you some of it, but remember, it's not written yet, so some things might change.
Essentially, this will be the written equivalent of the "I'll do anything for You" statement. I'll be agreeing to go along with ANYTHING She decides that She might enjoy having me do. This can mean wearing what She decides I wear, either to work or just out anywhere. This may not be everyday, because She won't want it to get old for me. It might also mean changes She wants to make to my hair or general appearance, possible marks or piercings, plus any and all tasks that She might want me to do for Her. It could also mean more time in Her cage, long term or possibly permanent lockdown. It will all be spelled out in detail in the contract, and I'll share as much of it with you all as I can, after I sign it and send it back to Princess.
(BTW, before anybody freaks the fuck out, I realize that this contract will not be legally binding. But if you know me, that's only a technicality, OK? It will still bind me, legal or not. Like I said, I have no worries because I trust my Princess.)
"Oh honey, while I'm talking to you about all this, you can put on some lube and do what feels best... ::giggles::"
As She talked about the contract, I was sinking deeper and deeper... much deeper than She's ever sent me before. I was rubbing myself at the same time and was getting more and more excited, and the more excited I got, the heavier She poured it on. I was excited by two things at the same time. One was Her telling me of Her plan for the contract, and the other was the wonderful feelings that I had been missing for the last 78 days. If I hadn't been locked up for all that time, I don't know if the rubbing and stroking would heve felt as fantastic as it did during the call. But the Stroke Princess was putting it all together in the most awesome display of any call that we have ever had in the past. Believe me, this way wayyyy beyond good. It was the BEST!
As She continued talking about the contract, She would ask me questions...
"You want to sign the contract for Me, don't you?"
"You want to do whatever I tell you to do, don't you?"
"Stroke it harder now... How does that feel?"
"You will do anything for Me, won't you? Whatever I want, you'll do, right?"
"If I tell you I want you to ***, you'll do it with no questions asked, right?"
"How does the collar feel? Locked on tight. Only I can let you out!"
"If I tell you to go to work with red nails, you'll do it, right?"
"Whatever I tell you to wear, you'll wear, right?"
"If I tell you to get your hair bleached blonde at the salon, you'll do it, right?"
"I own you... all of you... mind, body, and soul, right?"
"Stroke it long and hard for me baby... get it to the edge for me..."
"If I tell you to get a tattoo that says "Property Of Princess", you'll do that for me too, right?"
OMG I was such a mess... I was so deep in subspace that I didn't know that the word "NO" was even a part the English language. And so I just kept agreeing to everything She said.
"That's My good girl! Keep going to the edge!"
"I'm there, Princess! I'm there!"
"OK baby... I want you to feel it! Cum for Me! Cum for Me now!"
I lost it... I freaking exploded, saw stars, a moan turned into screams, Princess was giggling, it lasted and lasted... I've never felt anything like it before. Princess is so awesome at this. Eventually, after what felt like at least a couple of minutes, it subsided enough for me to realize that Princess was asking me a question..
"How did that feel, honey? Did it feel good" ::giggles::"
I could barely form words at that point, but I think I was able to communicate to Her that yes, it did feel kinda good.
KINDA GOOD? WTF? It was fucking fantastic!
As I was recovering from all that, I became aware that Princess was giving me homework... I had to buy a few things that I was gonna be wearing to work soon. I'll tell you about those when the time comes.
She also told me that She was still keeping a tight rein on my cumming for now, but that I could cum one more time on Sunday (today), and then wait until She told me what was next. She hadn't decided yet if She was gonna allow me to free-range for awhile, but that it might just happen.
Then She reminded me that my time limit for the call was about up, and that I should go get myself composed so that I could go do what I had to do. She told me that She would be picking me out a few more things to buy, but would do that in the next day or two.
And so we said our goodnights, and the Stroke Princess was gone. I hated for the call to end, because honestly, I think this call was the best one ever, even though we had the little problem with the lock. And speaking of that lock, I would highly recommend any of you who are locked up in any way to put a little drop of oil inside the keyhole of your lock every once in awhile. You don't want to have the same thing happen to you that happened to me.
And Princess, thank You so much for the freaking unbelievably good call... thank You for the new collar... Thank You for the prezzies... thank You for letting me out... thank You for letting me mmmmmmm... and thank You for having me as Your pet.
I do SOOO wuvs my Princess Grace!
little bitchass
This is Part 2 of the post I started last night, recounting the call I had with Princess Grace. If you haven't read Part 1 yet, read that one first!
As we open, we find our Mistress and Her pet dealing with a stuck lock on the CB2000 cage that Princess wants Her pet to take off...
"Oh shit, did I really send You Pantysue's key by mistake? No, I couldn't have. I tore the paper with the key taped onto it from your note that you sent me. It's got to be the right one. Keep trying but for God's sake, don't break the key off!"
I couldn't help but to laugh because of the irony of what was happening... Here I was, the Stroke Princess was allowing me to unlock after 78 days in the cage, and now the damn key doesn't work!
Princess chimed in with a helpful observation...
"Maybe this is a sign that maybe we should've gone for 80 days after all"
"Ummm.... I think the lock is just jammed, Princess, let's not add the extra days on just yet, OK? Let me keep trying... sheeesh!"
"Well, go get some WD40 or something, and spray it into the lock to loosen it up. Maybe get some big wire cutters too in case you have to cut the pin on the cage off"
So, I had to pull my skirt back down, and make a trip out to my garage, hoping that the nextdoor neighbors weren't out front, and get my trusty can of WD40. I also got my trusty 3in1 oil, and since I of course could not find my big wire cutters, also brought back a pair of trusty small wirecutters and a couple of trusty big pairs of pliers.
"OK Princess... I got all my trusty stuff with me... I'm spraying some WD40 into the keyhole now"
I do SOOOOO love getting WD40 all over my fingers and having to smell it the rest of the night, and I said that outloud so Princess could hear it.
"I don't know sweetie, I have always kinda liked the smell of WD40. ::giggles::"
Super. I kept working the key, but nothing was breaking loose. So after I noticed that there was no up and down movement on the bail of the lock, I took the trusty pliers and squeezed down on the trusty bail a few times until I thought I felt it move a little. I tried the key again...
"Still nothing, Princess"
"OMFG... I can't believe after planning everything out, the one thing I didn't plan on happens!"
"Putting some more WD40 into the lock, Princess"
"Don't break off the fucking key!"
I sprayed enough WD40 into the lock to de-rust a battleship, but when I tried the key again, it still didn't work. I began to have visions of having to replace part of the cage, because I was sure enough gonna be cutting or smashing something soon. And then,
::SNICK::
"OMG Princess! It opened!"
"Oh, thank God! Take off the lock and the cage before something else happens! And then take the lock and just throw it away. It might be free now, but it's got bad kharma! Get rid of it and I'll throw away the second key"
"OK Princess... everything's off... lock and key are in the trashcan"
And so, after 78 days, I was finally free of the cage. You can't believe how different and strange it feels after taking it off, and also how good it feels to finally be able to touch and feel again.
"Good! Now before we go any farther, I want you to go and take a washcloth and clean yourself up so there's no WD40 left on anything"
So I did. And when I got back, I realized that Princess' voice had gotten that edge on it that She gets when She is pouncing and has gone into serious Domme mode. She had dropped me into subspace earlier in the call when She made me lock the new collar on, but I think the incident with the stuck lock had brought me back out of it again. As soon as I heard Princess' voice like this, down I went again!
I'm not going to go into details about everything that Princess said to me here, because the post will go for way too long, and there are also a few things that I would rather not share with everybody just yet, if ever. But suffice it to say, She began to work me into the most submissive state you could imagine by telling me what She was planning on doing with me now. I will tell you this much... The new collar was just the beginning. Only the tip of the iceberg...
Princess is working on a contract for me. She only told me some of the things that might be in it, but it will be a written contract that She'll mail me. I'm not allowed to read the body of the contract, but will sign it and mail it back to Her. Then She'll email me the contract so I can see what I've just signed off on. I'll tell you some of it, but remember, it's not written yet, so some things might change.
Essentially, this will be the written equivalent of the "I'll do anything for You" statement. I'll be agreeing to go along with ANYTHING She decides that She might enjoy having me do. This can mean wearing what She decides I wear, either to work or just out anywhere. This may not be everyday, because She won't want it to get old for me. It might also mean changes She wants to make to my hair or general appearance, possible marks or piercings, plus any and all tasks that She might want me to do for Her. It could also mean more time in Her cage, long term or possibly permanent lockdown. It will all be spelled out in detail in the contract, and I'll share as much of it with you all as I can, after I sign it and send it back to Princess.
(BTW, before anybody freaks the fuck out, I realize that this contract will not be legally binding. But if you know me, that's only a technicality, OK? It will still bind me, legal or not. Like I said, I have no worries because I trust my Princess.)
"Oh honey, while I'm talking to you about all this, you can put on some lube and do what feels best... ::giggles::"
As She talked about the contract, I was sinking deeper and deeper... much deeper than She's ever sent me before. I was rubbing myself at the same time and was getting more and more excited, and the more excited I got, the heavier She poured it on. I was excited by two things at the same time. One was Her telling me of Her plan for the contract, and the other was the wonderful feelings that I had been missing for the last 78 days. If I hadn't been locked up for all that time, I don't know if the rubbing and stroking would heve felt as fantastic as it did during the call. But the Stroke Princess was putting it all together in the most awesome display of any call that we have ever had in the past. Believe me, this way wayyyy beyond good. It was the BEST!
As She continued talking about the contract, She would ask me questions...
"You want to sign the contract for Me, don't you?"
"You want to do whatever I tell you to do, don't you?"
"Stroke it harder now... How does that feel?"
"You will do anything for Me, won't you? Whatever I want, you'll do, right?"
"If I tell you I want you to ***, you'll do it with no questions asked, right?"
"How does the collar feel? Locked on tight. Only I can let you out!"
"If I tell you to go to work with red nails, you'll do it, right?"
"Whatever I tell you to wear, you'll wear, right?"
"If I tell you to get your hair bleached blonde at the salon, you'll do it, right?"
"I own you... all of you... mind, body, and soul, right?"
"Stroke it long and hard for me baby... get it to the edge for me..."
"If I tell you to get a tattoo that says "Property Of Princess", you'll do that for me too, right?"
OMG I was such a mess... I was so deep in subspace that I didn't know that the word "NO" was even a part the English language. And so I just kept agreeing to everything She said.
"That's My good girl! Keep going to the edge!"
"I'm there, Princess! I'm there!"
"OK baby... I want you to feel it! Cum for Me! Cum for Me now!"
I lost it... I freaking exploded, saw stars, a moan turned into screams, Princess was giggling, it lasted and lasted... I've never felt anything like it before. Princess is so awesome at this. Eventually, after what felt like at least a couple of minutes, it subsided enough for me to realize that Princess was asking me a question..
"How did that feel, honey? Did it feel good" ::giggles::"
I could barely form words at that point, but I think I was able to communicate to Her that yes, it did feel kinda good.
KINDA GOOD? WTF? It was fucking fantastic!
As I was recovering from all that, I became aware that Princess was giving me homework... I had to buy a few things that I was gonna be wearing to work soon. I'll tell you about those when the time comes.
She also told me that She was still keeping a tight rein on my cumming for now, but that I could cum one more time on Sunday (today), and then wait until She told me what was next. She hadn't decided yet if She was gonna allow me to free-range for awhile, but that it might just happen.
Then She reminded me that my time limit for the call was about up, and that I should go get myself composed so that I could go do what I had to do. She told me that She would be picking me out a few more things to buy, but would do that in the next day or two.
And so we said our goodnights, and the Stroke Princess was gone. I hated for the call to end, because honestly, I think this call was the best one ever, even though we had the little problem with the lock. And speaking of that lock, I would highly recommend any of you who are locked up in any way to put a little drop of oil inside the keyhole of your lock every once in awhile. You don't want to have the same thing happen to you that happened to me.
And Princess, thank You so much for the freaking unbelievably good call... thank You for the new collar... Thank You for the prezzies... thank You for letting me out... thank You for letting me mmmmmmm... and thank You for having me as Your pet.
I do SOOO wuvs my Princess Grace!
little bitchass
My Call With Princess Grace... Part 1... The Prezzies...
I was lucky enough to be able to get a call in with the Stroke Princess tonight, and boy was I ready for it! But before I tell you anything about the call, let me go back a day and give you some background.
Friday after work, after running the gauntlet of Houston wanna-be NASCAR drivers, I finally managed to arrive home without having the big vein in my forehead explode. I checked my mailbox, and sure enough, just as Princess had predicted, a big yellow envelope was peering out at me from the mailbox. Yessss! "The Package" had arrived!
I brought the package inside and took a quick look to make sure there was no damage. (Actually, I squeezed it and shook it trying to figure out what was inside.) I immediately cyphered that there was no lockbox or no ballet-shoes inside, judging by the size of the package and the absence of any boxlike or shoelike shapes inside the envelope. It didn't rattle or jingle when I shook it, and it didn't smell like perfume, so I gave up trying to figure out what was in it and set it down in the bedroom where I would be able to ignore it until I was able to schedule a call.
Yeah right! Ignore it! Like THAT'S ever gonna happen!
Because of some RealWorld restrictions and Princess Grace's busy schedule, I was pretty sure I was gonna have to wait until Sunday night, or possibly even next weekend before I could get a call in to Her. Super... a whole week of staring at the package. The next week part would've been a really hard wait, especially because of the extra long lockdown, and the Sunday night call would have to be really short. So, when I had an unexpected change in my plans for last night, I took a chance and called Princess and left a message asking if She might be able to fit me in. I didn't hear back, but She was probably out doing Princess appearances for her loyal subjects all day. So, I got myself ready anyway, knowing that if She could do it, Princess would just show up when the time came, if past experience means anything.
Just like clockwork, at my normal calling time, a message box from Ms Grace popped up, and She told me that She could do the call! I said that I couldn't do a really long call because I had to be done by a certain time, and so we didn't spend any time in the IM, but She told me to just go ahead and call Her now. So guess what I did? Yep, jemjem does not let the grass grow under her feet when she has a possible chance for a call with Princess, and maybe even a chance of getting out of the cage. And so I called Her, after first making sure that I had pretty much everything around me that She might ask me to get during the call.
Even after a year of being Her pet, the sound of Her voice when She says hello still thrills and excites me, (Princess says that I'm excitable...go figure...) and this time it was no different. We did some of our usual chit-chat, which mostly means girl-talk and LOTS of laughing, and then Princess said that since I didn't have as long as I usually did, we should get down to the business of the call, so that She could finish everything that She had planned for me.
"So, sweetie.... do you want to open your prezzies? ::giggles::"
"OMG.... You know it, Princess!"
"Open the envelope, but don't take anything out yet"
So I cut the top of the envelope and waited for Her next instruction.
"Feel around inside and find a folded up piece of paper. Take that out and set it aside. That will be a key"
I was lucky enough to be able to get a call in with the Stroke Princess tonight, and boy was I ready for it! But before I tell you anything about the call, let me go back a day and give you some background.
Friday after work, after running the gauntlet of Houston wanna-be NASCAR drivers, I finally managed to arrive home without having the big vein in my forehead explode. I checked my mailbox, and sure enough, just as Princess had predicted, a big yellow envelope was peering out at me from the mailbox. Yessss! "The Package" had arrived!
I brought the package inside and took a quick look to make sure there was no damage. (Actually, I squeezed it and shook it trying to figure out what was inside.) I immediately cyphered that there was no lockbox or no ballet-shoes inside, judging by the size of the package and the absence of any boxlike or shoelike shapes inside the envelope. It didn't rattle or jingle when I shook it, and it didn't smell like perfume, so I gave up trying to figure out what was in it and set it down in the bedroom where I would be able to ignore it until I was able to schedule a call.
Yeah right! Ignore it! Like THAT'S ever gonna happen!
Because of some RealWorld restrictions and Princess Grace's busy schedule, I was pretty sure I was gonna have to wait until Sunday night, or possibly even next weekend before I could get a call in to Her. Super... a whole week of staring at the package. The next week part would've been a really hard wait, especially because of the extra long lockdown, and the Sunday night call would have to be really short. So, when I had an unexpected change in my plans for last night, I took a chance and called Princess and left a message asking if She might be able to fit me in. I didn't hear back, but She was probably out doing Princess appearances for her loyal subjects all day. So, I got myself ready anyway, knowing that if She could do it, Princess would just show up when the time came, if past experience means anything.
Just like clockwork, at my normal calling time, a message box from Ms Grace popped up, and She told me that She could do the call! I said that I couldn't do a really long call because I had to be done by a certain time, and so we didn't spend any time in the IM, but She told me to just go ahead and call Her now. So guess what I did? Yep, jemjem does not let the grass grow under her feet when she has a possible chance for a call with Princess, and maybe even a chance of getting out of the cage. And so I called Her, after first making sure that I had pretty much everything around me that She might ask me to get during the call.
Even after a year of being Her pet, the sound of Her voice when She says hello still thrills and excites me, (Princess says that I'm excitable...go figure...) and this time it was no different. We did some of our usual chit-chat, which mostly means girl-talk and LOTS of laughing, and then Princess said that since I didn't have as long as I usually did, we should get down to the business of the call, so that She could finish everything that She had planned for me.
"So, sweetie.... do you want to open your prezzies? ::giggles::"
"OMG.... You know it, Princess!"
"Open the envelope, but don't take anything out yet"
So I cut the top of the envelope and waited for Her next instruction.
"Feel around inside and find a folded up piece of paper. Take that out and set it aside. That will be a key"
I quickly found the folded paper, took it out and put it down on the desk in front of me, being careful that my shaking hand didn't launch the precious key halfway across the room and behind something where I couldn't get to it.
"OK Princess, it's out"
"Now honey, there are two things wrapped in gold gift paper... take out the smaller one and set it aside... it should feel a little heavy"
I found the one She was talking about, and as I took it out, I had the impression that it felt kinda like a small bag of sand. But I quickly put it aside and waited for my next move.
"Now, take out the last piece, and you can go ahead and open it up. It's just a little something that when I saw it, I thought it was cute and I had to get it for you. You'll see why in a minute. Happy Anniversary, baby!"
I unwrapped the wrapping paper and out popped the cutest little Beanie Baby in the form of a pink duck! LOL
"Read what it says on the tag and you'll see why I got that for you! ::giggles::"
I unfolded the pink heart-shaped tag, and read the verse what was printed inside..
"Diamonds, rubies, sapphires too
All valuable to me and you
But the most precious gem to me
Is having friends, don't you agree?"
And the name of the Beanie Baby?
"Gemma"
"Awwww... thank You so much, Princess!"
I thought that was such a sweet sentiment, and the fact that the name was so close got me a bit emotional too. These gestures by Princess Grace are so spontaneous and real, and I treasure every one of them, not so much because it's a material gift, but because it's something that She doesn't have to do but still does anyway, just because we're friends. It's a great comfort to know that She has these feelings for me, even though I'm not a prolific caller and She could easily find pets who can call much more frequently than I can. I'll just try to be a good pet in other ways for Her.
"OK sweetie, now get the other gift and open it"
I reached for the bag of sand wrapped in gold paper and carefully unwrapped it. Inside, was NOT a bag of sand at all! It was a length of silver chain! And underneath it lay a beautiful heart-shaped padlock! When I saw that the open lock had a piece of tape over the top to keep it from snapping closed, I suddenly realized why I didn't also see a key for it anywhere in the package.
"It's a new collar, honey... one that you're gonna lock on for Me... a permanent collar"
Princess knows me so well by now. She knows that She doesn't have to wait for me to say I'll do anything for Her. She knows that She only has to tell me to do something, and I'll do it and worry about the consequences only after I've done it. I'm a total impulsive submissive, and She knows it. We've had conversations about that before and luckily for me, She's the one who thinks about the consequences, and all I have to do is trust in Her that what She makes me do will not hurt me or my job. And I do just that. I trust Her completely. The only thing I have to worry about is when She starts feeling that feeling of intoxication from the power She has. When She's feeling that, we tend to go much farther out of my comfort zone than we normally would... It's exciting and I love it when She is feeling it that much, even if I end up getting something more permanent than I expected. With Princess, my limits get very blurred, but that's OK. She has a good feel for things that I really want to do, but may just be too scared to do. Does that make sense, Princess?
"Can I try the collar on for size, Princess? To see if it fits?"
"Of course you can, silly... what did you think I wanted you to do with it? ::giggles::"
"It fits perfectly, Princess... just the right length I think"
"Good! Then take the tape off of the lock, and be careful not to snap it closed too soon, since I have the key with Me. Then put the lock through the ends of the chain and once it's in place, I want to hear the lock snap closed. ::giggles::"
That's what I did. I made sure that the chain wasn't twisted, which surprised me since I was so excited, and normally don't realize I have something screwed up until after it's too late. But everything looked good, and so I held the phone up next to the lock and,
::SNICK::
"::giggles:: I heard it! Such a good girl!"
And then the reality set in. I now have a chain that I can't take off until Princess wants me to take it off. Of course I could always cut it with a pair of bolt-cutters, but I could never do that because it is a prezzie from Princess, and it symbolizes something very precious.
"Now sweetie... about that cage... do You want out of it?"
"OMG Princess... if You wanted me to stay in, You know I'd do it, but for me, I really REALLY think I need to get out of it for awhile"
"Well I think it's been too long already. How many days has it been?"
"78 days, Princess"
"Awwww... you know how I like round numbers... maybe we should just go to 80 days ::giggles::"
"Princess! Nooooooooooo... pleaseeeeeeeeeeee!"
::giggles::
"Take the key off of the piece of paper and put it in the lock"
This is where the Stroke Princess normally tortures me by making me look at the key in the lock and beg for Her to let me out, but this time, I think She needed to speed things up so She could do everything She wanted to do.
"I want you to just go ahead and unlock the lock and take everything off, cuff ring and all"
I fumbled with getting off the tape holding the key to the piece of paper, but finally managed it. I placed the key into the lock and turned it...
"Ummmm... Princess, are You sure You sent me the right key? This key won't open the lock."
"OH FUCK! You're kidding Me, right???
(To be continued in Part 2)
2007-11-02
Zombie Bambi In The House!
The first post-Halloween Tease Time took place in the Community Kink Chatroom last night, and I was still a little bit bitter about the fact that the Stroke Princess didn't come Trick or Treating at my house the night before. I had gone to all the trouble of making Halloween cookies in the shapes of Vampiratrixes, Succubi, and even Wolf heads. I had a special treat bag all made up for Her too. It had special Halloween perfume, "Eau de Undead", special candy stakes and mallets, peckermint flavored cock lolipops, marshmallow brooms, and as an extra special treat, little cock cages made out of red licorice. I even made up 147 Jello Shots ahead of time in case She was really thirsty after a hard night's work.
But, it was all for nothing. Princess never showed up, so I made myself all sick and stuff because I had to eat all the candy and slurp all the Jello Shots before they went bad.
Princess cheered me up when She arrived in the room though, by telling me that "The Package" would be arriving at my house today. Too bad I won't be able to open it for a few days, since She has to go to a couple of parties and so She can't take my call on those nights. But that's OK Princess... I've only been locked up 77 days here... so it's no big deal if You want to blow off letting Your poor locked up pet out so You can go tease a few boys. I know You don't get to tease boys very often, so I won't get in the way of that. hee hee hee
One very scary newsflash was passed around the room for anybody interested. A zombified deer was spotted shuffling slowly through the woods in the vicinity of Princess Grace's castle. Various ways to kill a zombified deer were discussed by the chatters, with shooting in the head or bashing his cute widdle head in with a stick being the most popular. But in the end, Princess had the final say, and She decided that the easiest way to dispatch his undead ass for good would be by hitting him with Her car again. She plans on taking care of that as soon as Her car gets back from the body shop.
We did find out one very useful tidbit of Princess Grace Knowledge last night. Princess revealed that She wears panties when She bowls! GASP! Yes! It's true! She also let us in on another secret. Where most people would get self-conscious if other people watched their asses while they bowled, having someone watch Her ass while She bowls actually helps Princess bowl better. So next time You see Princess in the bowling alley, be sure not to take your eyes off of Her ass so She'll bowl a great game!
At one point during the chat, BillyBear suggested that Princess brand Mike, one of the boys in the room. Princess said that branding wasn't Her style, and so BillyPrincess sprang into action and branded a big BP onto one of Mike's ass cheeks. This got Princess' attention...
"You're not branding one of My boys during My chat, are you, BillyBear?"
"Ummm... uhhh... already done, Princess..."
So, BillyPrincess whipped out another branding iron, and branded a huge "X" right over top of the BP. If another boy hadn't distracted Princess with a shiny vampire comment right about this time, things might've gotten ugly. But BillyBear escaped and lived to see another sunrise.
As the time started to get late, Princess had everybody take out their cocks and clitties and stroke or rub. Of course I had to complain. Princess, being the compassionate Mistress that She is, and knowing that I couldn't play along, made me go and listen to Her newest MP3 instead. See, this was Her way of protecting me from the horrible torture of having to watch everyone having a good time. Wonderful! This was just what I needed... except that listening to Her voice got me even more squirmy than I already was. But because I am such a loyal, trustworthy, and loving pet, I followed Her instructions and made it through it without crying too much. I did get some support from Pantysue here, who bravely refused to stroke too, in a heartwarming show of solidarity! She did crumble after awhile, said "the hell with this!", and stroked until she caught up with the rest of the room. But I don't blame her for crumbling... Princess is awesome when She gets into a tease like this!
The people in the room were stroking when I left to listen to the MP3, and they were still stroking when I got back. I'm not sure how many times Princess might've edged them and then made them start again, but pretty soon, I heard the dreaded command,
"OK, take your hands away! ::giggles::"
Now here's the best part! Princess said that nobody was allowed to cum for the rest of the night! If anybody had any plans with a significant other, they had better find a way to do it without cumming! Awwwww... poor babiessssss!
I kinda lost my composure here, and began cackling and laughing at the chatters because I at least didn't have to take my hands away, and besides, I sure as shit wasn't gonna be able to cum anyway. Being locked up for 76 days will make you a little crazed, and actually I'm kinda sorry I lost it and laughed at everybody. OK, so I'm not sorry! Hahahahahaha! Serves you all right, you unlocked bastards! neener neener neener.... Bwahahahahahaha!
Sorry... really...
OK, I guess that's enough for today..... I'm losing it...
As always, I wuvs my Stroke Princess!
little bitchass
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