Bloggin' With Bitchass

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