Bloggin' With Bitchass

Hmmmm.... Thursday Already... Tease Time Is Tonight...

But since I'm on my lunch break at work, and since I feel like writing a little sumpin', I'll pass on a little "State of the Jem" post.

I got an email from the Stroke Princess yesterday afternoon, just before I left to make the trip home. She had just finished making a new MP3 and sent me a copy so I could give Her my opinion on it. She will probably deny this, but I know Princess, and She had another reason for sending it to me.

Princess Grace is always calculating a pet's wanty quotient, which I'll call the WQ for the remainder this post. With me, She knew that one, I couldn't listen to the MP3 at work, and I'd be anticipating it all through my drive home. If that isn't enough, Princess also knew that yesterday was Wednesday, which is my walkies day. That means that I have an even longer delay before I can listen. Princess knows all of this, and She calculates my WQ from all the factors.

Add to that the fact that at the moment, Princess has taken away my afterwalkies cumming privileges until She decides that I can start cumming again. I know that I have been locked up for long periods of time before, but I had forgotten just how tough denial by free will was. The only thing that makes wearing the cage harder is the fact that it's very uncomfortable and inconvenient, a big pain in the ass to keep clean, and you can't go commando if you want to.

So, I left work yesterday, knowing that it would still be another couple of hours before I even got to listen to the MP3. I was needy, wanty, and one horny pet the whole drive home.

During the drive, whenever I was stopped at a redlight, there always seemed to be a hot looking girl waiting in the next lane over. This drives me crazy, maybe she has sexy hair... maybe a hot set of earrings... maybe her makeup is yummy.. maybe she has awesome nails... all this keeps adding to my WQ.

Just before I got home, I realized I needed to get gas, so I pulled into my usual gas station, and ran smack into long lines. Just what I needed.. a longer wait. When the line moved enough to where the car right in front to me got to the pump, what happens? A freakin' hot looking little minx in a skirt (yes, hose and heels too) gets out and starts pumping gas. Any other time, this would have been some old guy in bermuda shorts and sandals with black socks. But no... not today... I have to sit here and watch this girl pumping gas... gripping the hose with her long fingers... mmmm... OMG... As I sat there looking at her, I realized that I was absentmindedly rubbing my crotch. WQ went to the top of the scale. Thankfully she got her gas pumped and left before I did a Lucky and needed to squeegee the inside of my windshield.

I got my gas without any further problems, surprisingly, because I still had the girl's image in my head, and I was lucky I didn't spray gas everywhere. Now it was time to head for the house and do my walkies. Then another half hour before I could eat some dinner. Then and only then could I finally get to listen to Princess Grace's MP3.

I got home, changed my clothes, including a bra that Princess specified that I wear when I walk, and went out the door to get the task over with. There's a small park near my house with a walking track, and so I drove over there instead of just walking around my neighborhood streets. This turned out to be a mistake, because it seemed like every other person walking was a cute girl in shorts, tanned legs a mile long, and every damn one of them had a long sexy ponytail, swinging back and forth over an equally sexy ass swinging from side to side. WQ went through the roof.

I made it back home without doing something in public that would make even Lucky blush, and ate my dinner, trying to not think about what listening to the MP3 was gonna do to me. But it was hopeless. I already knew what it was gonna do. But I listened to it anyway because Princess wanted me to.

The new MP3 dealt with the subject of brainwashing and mind control, and how Princess was able to control a seemingly strong man just by a visual trigger, and make him do whatever She wanted him to do. When he met Her, he thought She was gonna be just some easy lay, but oh how wrong he was. I'm not gonna tell you any more about what happens in the MP3, because I don't want to spoil it for you. Princess said She would be posting it soon. All I can say is that hypnosis and control is a pretty yummy subject for me, and hearing it played out in Princess Grace's awesomely sexy voice made it unbelievably hot for me. I was a total mess by the time the MP3 was over, and I mean mentally, because I was able to be good and do what Princess had told me, which was "NO CUMMIES!"

A while later, a little before bedtime, up pops an IM window from Princess. She wants to know what I thought of the MP3. Who did She think She was trying to fool? I could tell by all the giggles that She knew from the very beginning that I was already in a condition where listening to that thing would leave me drooling and slackjawed, with my hand rubbing desperately at my crotch. But I was able to verbalize enough to tell Her how much I enjoyed it, and I added that I hoped She was happy, because I knew that I was gonna have a very rough time lying in bed before going to sleep.

And I did. As I laid there, my thoughts were..

"C'mon jem... you want to don't you? Just edge for a little while... you don't have to cum... but what if you did cum? Princess will never know... c'mon.. you know you wanna...."

But I was able to fight off those demons and go to sleep before I did something that I would have been ashamed to have to tell the Stroke Princess about. It wasn't easy, but I knew I'd feel like shit afterwards if I defied Her instructions.

So that was my day. How was yours?

See you all tonight at Tease Time!

Princess, as always, Your bitchass wuvs You!

little bitchass