Can Online Slavery Really Work?

A lot of you who are reading this know me and know what presses my hot buttons.  I get off on being controlled by a Dominant Female, the tighter the control the better.  That's why I like chastity and orgasm denial.  That's why I like bondage.  That's why I like forced femme.  That's why I like online slavery.  My list goes on and on.

This post is mosly about the last kink that I mentioned, online slavery.  I've always been of the opinion that online slavery could never be as restrictive as in-person, live-in slavery, since it can only be effective if the Mistress can strictly enforce her rules.  With online, you can get a task from your Mistress, tell her that you did it, and unless she's there to watch you every minute of the day, which is unlikely because she has a life to live, you can get away with pretty much anything if that's what you really want to do.  So how do you make online slavery more effective?

I enjoy reading Femdom and TG fiction, but the story has to be plausible enough to convince me that there's a possibility that it COULD really happen.  Otherwise, I lose interest.  I'm not much for stories with magic spells, or hormones that grow a pair of boobs in 2 weeks, etc.  I want it to be realistic.  When I find a plausible story though... woohoo!  My buttons all light up!

And so it was that I recently came across something that I'd never heard of before while reading a story on an online fiction site.  The story revolves around online domination and slavery.  It's about a guy who finds an online Mistress and gets way more than he ever bargained for.  The Mistress uses a software package called Teamviewer to establish control over the soon-to-be slave.

Let me say this right up front, I've never heard any LDW Mistress even mention Teamviewer, nor have I ever heard about any Mistress using it.

Now Teamviewer is an actual software package thats readily available online, and it's free to download it!  Its original purpose is to allow remote control by a technician for troubleshooting and repair of a remote computer.  The tech is allowed to connect and once he's in, he's effectively sitting at YOUR keyboard.  After reading the story, I became intrigued and did some research online.  I found that the software is pretty commonly used by online Dominants as a tool for financial domination and blackmail fantasies. There are a TON of sites that offer Teamviewer Domination and Teamviewer Slavery.  You don't have to believe me, you can Google it and see for yourself.  If the Dom/me is skilled enough in using Teamviewer, and once you've given them your Teamviewer access and password,  they can get complete control over your computer in just a few minutes. If they desire to, they can become an administrator on your computer and take away your admin access and restrict your use of "their new computer".  They can see any sensitive files on your computer, and copy them to their own for later use. They can remotely take away your use of keyboard and mouse, and even black out your screen so you won't be able to see what they're doing and stop them (it may already be too late to stop them at this point).  Seems very dangerous to me if you give access to the wrong person.  While you're blacked out, they can install keyloggers and other malware and hide it so you don't even know it's there. After that, all of your login info to your bank account and credit cards are theirs after the first time you log into them.

That said, there are Yahoo groups and Fetlife groups that focus on Teamviewer domination, and I've seen dozens of people in those groups who just post their computer number and password blindly, just asking any unknown person to take their access.  I can't imagine people seriously exposing themselves like this unless they are using a computer that they've already stripped of any files that would interest the Dom/me.  Again, do some research and check out those groups and you'll see what I'm talking about.

Now, here's my own problem. Being controlled is such a hot button for me, that I really have to fight the urge to do just what I'm talking about, which is to give a Domme my Teamviewer password.  I would definitely be afraid to give that up to someone who I didn't know and trust completely, but it's still a huge temptation for me because being controlled this tightly is a huge turn-on for me.   I know how hard it pushed my buttons just from reading the story that I'm going to attach to this post.  With me being as impulsive as I am, I'm afraid I could be talked right into it if somebody gets me worked up enough.  I think it would be hot as hell under the right circumstances!

If you have time, I'd recommend reading this story, and if you think its outlandish or preposterous, let me tell you that everything that the Mistress does in the story makes use of real software and products that are available online right now.  Look them up after you read the story.  There are many more things that can be done by the Mistress as she solidifies her control, and rather than me trying to list them all,  just read the story.  Even though the storyline might be fictionalized, the concepts are very doable.

So to answer my own question at the top of this post, yes, online slavery can work, with Teamviewer and the right Mistress.



 Here's the story.  Sorry, but this is how the chapters are grouped on the fiction site:

http://www.fictionmania.tv/stories/dom/A_Controlled_Life_chapters_1-16.txt

http://www.fictionmania.tv/stories/dom/A_Controlled_Life_17.txt

http://www.fictionmania.tv/stories/dom/A_Controlled_Life_18.txt

http://www.fictionmania.tv/stories/dom/A_Controlled_Life_19.txt

http://www.fictionmania.tv/stories/dom/A_Controlled_Life_20.txt

http://www.fictionmania.tv/stories/dom/A_Controlled_Life_21.txt

http://www.fictionmania.tv/stories/dom/A_Controlled_Life_22.txt

http://www.fictionmania.tv/stories/dom/A_Controlled_Life_23.txt

http://www.fictionmania.tv/stories/dom/AControlledLife24-25.txt

http://www.fictionmania.tv/stories/dom/A_Controlled_Life_26.txt

If any of the links go to the wrong chapter, let me know in the comments and I'll fix them.  Also, if the links don't work for you for any reason, you can go right to the Fictionmania site and do an Author Search.  Look for the author slave4teamviewer and all the chapters will be on his page.

l.b.a. 

Has It Really Been That Long?

The Chastity Queen

This journey began in the early days of 2014, when I started to become close with Ms. Constance, the gorgeous Mistress that you see over to your left.  As time went on, I started hearing bits and pieces about how Ms Constance liked chastity play and control.

Now, I had dabbled in chastity play during my previous stay at LDW, and even had a few fairly extended stays in my pink CB2000 chastity cage, so I wasn't a total stranger to the process. I started to see blog posts that got me to thinking I might like to try it again, but I really wasn't thinking of anything long-term. And so I dug out the old cage and cleaned it up, and gave it a few trial runs of a couple of days each to see if I could still tolerate it, and eventually wore it for a whole week.

Then, one day while reading some of the Ladies' blogs, I came across this seemingly innocent little post in Ms Constance's blog. The farther into the post that I read, the more I started to remember what it was that I liked so much about chastity when I did it before, and that is giving control of my orgasms up to someone else.  The more I read, the more I became convinced that I wanted to give this control to Ms Constance. I was getting more and more excited and the post was dropping me into subspace. The urge to experience chastity again was getting stronger and stronger.  After some blog comments and instant messages between us, Ms Constance said that we could do some chastity play in the future, but at the same time, she never gave any indication that she might want to lock me up any time soon.

One thing that I did ask her was that if she ever did lock me up, I'd like to have the opportunity to at some point break my own record for my longest stay in chastity, which was 78 days. All she said was, "consider it broken!"  Knowing what I know now, if she'd been on a webcam, I think I would've seen her face light up and her hands rubbing together.

So, I thought it would be a good idea to be ready for when she decided that she wanted to lock me up.  When I first got the cage, back around 2007 , it had taken me a few weeks of wearing it to get myself broken in and stretched in the right places, so I decided on my own to wear the cage for another full week.  Things went fairly well, with some minor discomfort here and there, and near the end of the week when I was a day away from taking it back off, I was in an IM conversation with Ms Constance when she suddenly shifted gears.  She told me that from that point on, I was not to take off the cage again without her permission, and that all decisions involving me were now hers to make.  I was also told that I was not permitted to rub through the bars or manipulate the cage in an attempt to get off.  I think I was in shock, and floored by how quickly she moved on it.  Just that quickly, I was now her chastity slave and found myself without any say in anything that happened from then on. She told me that from now on I could only make requests, and that she would consider them.  She now owned not only my clitty and balls, but also the rest of me as well.  The whole process happened so fast that I almost didn't know what had just hit me.  All I knew was that it felt like all of my hot buttons had just gotten pressed hard at the same time.

The next day I did a call with Ms Constance where she instructed me on the rules that I was expected to follow.  I then removed the keyed lock and replaced it with a plastic lock with a serial number on it, and then read the number on the lock to her.  I was told she'd be checking on that lock from time to time to be sure I hadn't tampered with it or replaced it. She preferred that I have a webcam, but since I didn't, she devised another way to verify that I was complying with her rules.  She would send me an email every day containing a short phrase like "I love being locked up by Ms Constance".  Every day's phrase was different, and I was expected to write it down on a small piece of paper and place it next to her caged property, and then I was to take a closeup photo, with the lock clearly visible, and email it to her.  The photos were in high resolution so that she could zoom in and see any tiny detail that looked suspicious.

During the call, she also told me that she was going to give me credit for the week that I'd been in the cage before she finally took control.  And so, my official starting date for my lockup became March 15, 2014.

Things went rather smoothly at first.  I had no real discomfort other than some pulling on the ball sack because it hadn't had time to stretch out very much yet.  That was to be expected though.  I'm a little fuzzy on the timeline of what happened next, but the honeymoon lasted about 3 weeks before I noticed that some of the glued plastic joints in the cage were coming apart. Maybe they'd been that way for days and I'd just not noticed it before.  At any rate, movement in the tip of the cage is a bad thing, and it was obvious that it was only going to get worse and possibly come loose altogether.  I tried to think of any possible way that I might be able to fix it, but eventually came to the conclusion that it would have to be taken off.

I immediately emailed Ms Constance to tell her the bad news.  She replied right away, and after I explained the situation, she told me it was no problem, go ahead and take it off and try to fix it before it broke completely and cut me.

I can't explain how much of a disappointment it was for this to happen, already 3 weeks into the lockdown period.  I was concerned that it might disappoint Ms Constance, and also I was disappointed that the goal we were looking at had just disappeared.

I also had to ask if this meant that my day counter would be reset back to zero.  Ms Constance told me no, that she was not stopping my denial, just doing a little cage fix.  I was told to keep myself smooth for her and was not to touch anything until we could find out if the chastity device could be fixed or not.

I did a little research and decided that I needed something that would bond securely and not be affected by exposure to water and bodily fluids.  I settled on trying a solvent bond, because you use a solvent that actually melts the plastic a little, so the bond is not made by glue, but actually by "welding" the plastic pieces together.  I saw a solvent in the list that I knew we had at my job, and so I brought home a tiny bottle of it, a syringe to apply it with, and a few clamps to squeeze it together for a couple of days while the bond fully cured.  After that, I cleaned the cage and told Ms Constance that it was as ready as I could make it.  And so one week after I had to take off the cage, I was back in it again and after telling Ms Constance the number on the lock, it was snapped closed and I was happily locked up once again.

We got back into the daily routine again, until about 3 weeks later, when I felt some movement again in the same location as before.  The repaired section had come loose again.  I was allowed to take off the cage again to try another repair, switching over to "no-touch denial" while out of the cage. I already had all the supplies on hand, and so the repair was completed after only 4 days.

I'd been needing a call with Ms Constance, but she flat out stated that I needed to have the cage repaired before I could call her, but that I could leave it off until the call.  And so, after 8 weeks of denial and only a day after finishing the repair, I was on the phone with Ms Constance.

I described that call in a previous post, and so I won't go into all the little details here, except to say that I was allowed to edge 3 times by rubbing my clitty through my panties, and then just before our time was up, I was told by Ms Constance to stop and put the cage back on and lock back up.  I read the serial number off the lock to Ms Constance and then snapped the lock closed, holding the phone near the lock so that she could hear the click.  I have to say that getting that close to an orgasm (3 times, no less!) and then having to lock back up was a hard hard thing to deal with.

And so we went back to our daily routine, emailing the proof of lockup pics every day.  Then, just a few weeks later, I was cleaning the cage and felt movement again in the tip of the cage. You guessed it. It had broken loose again.  I asked Ms Constance if I could try to fix it one more time, but she told me to leave it on and see if it would make it through until the end of the lockup period.  I had no idea how long that was, but she's the boss, so I went along with her decision.

For the next week or so, even though the end of the cage stayed attached, the broken joint would spread apart whenever I'd have an attempted erection, and when the erection subsided, the two pieces would close back up and catch a piece of skin between them, which pinched me and caused really severe pain until I could get my hands down my panties to try and spread the pieces apart and pull the skin back out of the way.  This was not a very good solution for while I was at work, and so I needed to try and find a way to keep the parts from spreading apart without taking off the cage again. Luckily I found a workaround, which was to put a small, nylon wire-tie around the broken joint and tighten it to keep the two pieces from being able to spread apart.  It wasn't very elegant looking, but it seemed to work and the painful pinching was stopped.

Enjoy your retirement, old friennd...

Ms Constance was happy that I was able to resolve it, but she decided that she'd had enough of the tired old cage, and if and when we did another lockdown, the old CB2000 was going to be retired and replaced with a brand new stainless steel cage.

A Jail Bird in my future?

After the latest setback, everything seemed to calm down and we kept going forward until we got close to my old record of 78 days.  Ms Constance was not giving me any clues as to how long I would have to stay locked up after that, but she has also told me in another conversation that she liked to unlock people on round number days, which I took to mean 80, 90, 100 days or more.

Around he time that I was getting close to the target date, I was informed that in order for me to have any chance at being unlocked, I needed to buy a webcam and install it on my computer.  At the same time, I was starting to have a lot of crashes and bluescreens on the computer, and lots of issues with my XP operating system.  Because XP was now unsupported, I now had to upgrade my computer and install Windows 7 before I could even think of adding a webcam.  This process dragged on and on, and I finally go the new system up and running at about the 90 day mark.

Once the new sysyem was up and running and seemed to be stable, I went out and purchased a webcam and installed it.  I did a trial video call with Ms Constance to make sure it worked, and once it was confirmed, we set a date for a real call on the following Saturday.

When that Saturday finally arrived, I'd been locked and denied for 106 days, but to be honest, I didn't know what the exact number was until Ms Constance asked me and I had to count them up on the calendar.  We set up for the call, and at long last, I finally had Ms Constance on the line, and she was able to see me on cam, which I hoped would satisfy one of her conditions for my release.

Once we got started, Ms Constance checked me out on the cam and made me do a few twirls for her in my dress, thigh highs, and heels, and lift my dress so that she could see my panties.  I had worn a plain white pair to match a bra that I was going to wear, but decided against at the last minute because the white straps didn't look right under the shoulder straps of the dress.  I learned that wearing plain white panties during a call with her is a big no-no, and that I'd better wear something more colorful or fancy next time.

Then she walked me through learning a proper curtsey for her.  Then she asked me how many days it was since I got locked up, and here's where I hesitated, because I wasn't totally sure of the exact number of days.  We both counted up the days on our calendars and came up with the same number, 106.  She told me that she'd let it slide this time, but the next time I'm in chastity, I'd better be ready with a number when she asks me.

She then asked me if I had some things handy that I would need if she decided to release me.  I needed to have something to cut the lock, and also a container for catching any cum that might be allowed out.  I also might need lube.  Luckily I was prepared and had a pair of wircutters and some lube nearby, as well as a small condiment bowl from the kitchen.

I was told to get closer to the cam and take off my panties so she could see the locked cage and verify that the number on the lock matched the number in her records.  Once she confirmed it was the same, she told me to go ahead and cut the lock while she watched.  I figured at that point that I was either gonna be allowed to edge and then lock back up, or that I might actually be allowed to cum before the call was over!

She said to go ahead and take off the cage and cuff ring. This would probably be the last time I'd ever do this with the CB2000.  I can't describe how good it feels to slide out of that cage after being locked up in it for any amount of time.  I had some trouble getting the cuff ring off, but I was finally able to pull everything through once I put a little lube around it.  What I really wasn't prepared for is how much my clitty looked like it had shrunk, and that it didn't start getting hard from feeling the cage slide off.  Maybe that was from being on cam for the first time, I don't know.

Ms Constance then told me to sit back in my chair, put my legs up on the desk and spread them.  This turned out to not be very comfortable for my leg muscles because of the heights of the chair and desk, so she told me to just put my feet down so I'd be comfortable.  Then she told me to go ahead and start rubbing on my clitty.  It still wasn't responding very well, so I asked for and got her permission to lube up. She told me to go ahead and lube whenever I felt the need.

Things felt a lot better once they were lubed up, and I rubbed away while Ms Constance started a tease that pressed one after another of my buttons. My reluctant clitty slowly started to come around and I started to get hard, which made the rubbing feel even better. She wanted to hear me moan louder and also to moan her name as I rubbed myself into a frenzy.  I don't remember how long it took, but I eventually felt like I was getting close to the point of no return.  If Ms Constance was going to tell me to stop, we'd better not wait much longer to do it or there's be no stopping except for a possible ruined orgasm.  I told her how close I was getting, but I think she already knew.  After pushing me as close to the edge as we were gonna get, Ms Constance surprised the hell out of me and told me to get my little bowl ready, and to go ahead and cum for her into the bowl!

I rubbed hard and fast and that pushed me right over the edge.  I started to cum and vaguely remember getting the bowl where it needed to be, while I experienced one of the most intense orgasms I've ever had.  I involuntarily leaned back in the chair and threw my head back and enjoyed it until it was over. I'm not sure now if I did anything else or moaned loud enough or not, but Ms Constance can probably tell you more of the details of what went on while I was cumming than I can.  I just can't remember much else that was going on while I was leaned back in ecstacy.

I finally got to the point where I started to come out of it and was able to sit back up in my chair.  I felt like I had a constant surge of adrenaline going through my body for some time after it was over.  Ms Constance even had to ask me if I felt OK, with no chest pains or anything.  I felt good, just totally spent and buzzing like a bitch!

After I came back to my senses a little more, Ms Constance informed me that it was lucky that I'd been prepared with something to cut the lock with, because if I hadn't, she would've just kept me locked up until the next time I called.  I'm supposed to be prepared with whatever we might possibly need for a call, or I'll just have to do without it.

When I was able to think a little more clearly, Ms Constance also informed me of a few things that she expected me to do on a regular basis.  One was that she wants me smooth for calls and that I was to keep up better with my shaving.  I'm to shave every 2 or 3 days instead of letting things go to where it makes it difficult to do once I get around to it.

I also need to get in at least an hour a week of heel training, since she noticed that I was a little unsteady on them during my twirls and my curtsey lesson.

I'll need to get some fancier panties as well, and will need to work on that soon.  She also thinks that I need more jewelry to wear, like bracelets and necklaces and such, so we'll be working on that too.

My hair will keep getting longer and longer because I'm still not allowed to get it cut.

Whenever I'm allowed to edge or have an orgasm, I have to eat whatever cum or pre-cum is produced, and I aslo have to moan Ms Constance's name during the orgasm.  These are two conditions that have to be satisfied any time I'm allowed to cum in the future.

And then our time was up, but before we closed the call I was told that since it was Saturday night, I would be completely free and allowed to have as many orgasms as I liked until Sunday night at midnight.  After that, it was back to "No-touch denial" until further notice.  I was also told not to mention that I was unlocked for a couple of days so she could be the first to announce it during her Kink Korner show the following Wednesday.

And then we said our goodnights and disconnected.

I sat there and relaxed for awhile as Ms Constance had suggested, and thought about things for awhile. The main thing was to wrap my head around the fact that I was free for the time being. After that, I just reflected on how our whole relationship had progressed from the time she first took control.  Some may not understand this, but in case you haven't noticed, I crave being owned and told what to do. I love the feeling of handing over my right to decide what's best for me. I love having her decide what clothes or jewelry she wants me to wear.  I love the control that she exerts over my sexual needs.  And above all, I love that she enjoys having this control even more than I love handing it over to her. 

As things settled back down, I was in denial for a few days and then Ms Constance changed it up to being allowed to edge for 30 minutes each day, but no cumming is allowed. I think the edging is designed to keep me in a super squirmy condition for as long as possible.  The 30 minutes was increased to an hour a few days later, and as I write this post, I'm now to edge for 2 hours starting today.  As a special gift to me, I'm actually going to be allowed to cum after the edging, as long as I "clean up" the cum afterwards.

And what does the future hold in store?  We'll just wait and see what Ms Constance decides as we go along.  One thing I've learned about Ms Constance is that she's not going to let me know too much about what's coming up until she's ready to make it happen.  Until then, I'll just continue on as her happy little slave.

l.b.a.

8 Weeks In - Ain't This A Bitch!

Well it sure has been an interesting ride, but no, we're not done yet!

I've got a lot to update you on.  Today marked the end of 8 weeks of denial and chastity.  This lock-down for Ms Constance has been about the strangest chastity experience I've been involved in since I first put on a chastity cage.

Since we started on March 15th, the chastity cage has broken twice, making it necessary to take it off and try to repair it, the latest breakage happening about a week ago.  I've tried twice to solvent-weld the loose joints in the polycarbonate, and obviously the first time wasn't the charm. It lasted almost exactly 2 weeks before the same joints came loose and the cage had to come off again.  I repaired it a second time, and this time the repaired joints look a lot better.  We'll just have to wait and see. Ms Constance just wants it to last until her planned date of my release, which as of yet I still don't know.  She isn't happy with this cage, and said I'm gonna have to get a stronger one before we do this again.

So, technically, I have only been locked in the cage for 6 weeks, with two 1 week breaks for cage repairs.  During the time I've been unlocked, it still hasn't been all peaches and cream though. For those weeks, I was placed on "No Touch Denial", and I still haven't decided yet on which method is more frustrating.  They are both pretty close if you ask me.

That brings us to tonight.  I had been wanting to call Ms Constance pretty badly, because we were at least 2 weeks overdue for a call, and I've been feeling pretty needywanty.  When Ms Constance and I discussed a date, she was adamant that I have the cage repaired in time for the call.  That got a fire lit under my little bitchass, and I was able to get the cage repaired, with the bonding fully cured with one day to spare.

The call finally happened tonight, and I went into it fully expecting that I was NOT gonna be allowed to cum, because Ms Constance had essentially told me as much when we first arranged the call.

After exchanging our hellos and some small talk (foreplay),  Ms Constance pounced and asked me if I'd like to go to Heaven tonight.  Of course I said YES!!!!  Since I was sitting at my computer when the call went through, Ms Constance suggested that I move to the bedroom instead.

Once in the bedroom, I sat on the edge of the bed while Ms Constance coached me through the most delicious sensual tease, while instructing me to lightly run my fingertips over my boobs and nipples, which got my nipples as hard as Modern Math.  Then, I was told to lay down on my back with my legs spread apart far enough for me to imagine Ms Constance kneeling in between them.  The tease continued, eventually gravitating to my denim skirt, which I was allowed to pull down.. At that point, I was allowed to do something that has been strictly forbidden over the last 8 weeks. I was allowed to actually place my hand over my clitty on top of my red string bikini, and start fondling and rubbing. OMG did that feel good!  After enjoying that for a little while, I was allowed an even more forbidden pleasure, and that was to actually put my hand under my panties and fondle and rub skin to skin.  If you think this is small potatoes, I suggest you don't touch yourself there for 8 weeks and then try it and see if you don't think it's pretty awesome too!

now, this is where Ms Constance really ramped things up.  I was actually allowed to rub, harder and harder, faster and faster, heading towards an edge, while Ms Constance worked over my mind with her voice. After only a few minutes of this, I was sunk so deep that I was agreeing to everything she said.  As I rubbed myself, getting closer and closer, I was told that the only way I'll ever be allowed to touch or stroke again will be with her permission.  I agreed that she owned me.  I agreed that she had full control of everything and that I would do everything and anything she asked.  I agreed that I was hers forever.  And here's the weirdest part, she even got me to ask her to lock me back up.  She even had me repeat it so the she could be sure we both remembered me saying it.

As her teasing and affirmations of my complete submission to her continued, I sunk deeper and deeper and I got closer and closer to the edge, I realized I was moaning her name over and over.  She was constantly asking me what I wanted more than anything, and I kept answering that I wanted to cum.  I felt like I was riding a wave that was eventually going to break, and I was gonna cum. Then, just as I got almost to the point of no return, I was told to take my hand away.  After a few minutes of cooldown, she told me to start rubbing again.  We repeated the climb towards the edge, and once again, just as I was about to go over, I was told to take my hand away.  And once again, after a short cooldown, I was told to start again.

It was somewhere around here that because of some things that Ms Constance was saying in my ear, that I started to believe that she might actually let me cum! We kept going, harder and faster, and I heard it again!  OMG, she's gonna let me cum!  I was so mindfucked by that point that I became convinced that she was either gonna ruin an orgasm or just flat out let me cum.  Nothing else ever entered my mind!  I was practically delirious as I approached the edge again.  As I got there and was about to go over, I knew that this was finally it!  This was when she would finally let me cum.

"Take your hand away!"

OMG, I KNEW going in that I wasn't gonna cum, but Ms Constance was sooo good that she convinced me that apples were oranges and I fell for it.  What a masterful job she did on me!

Then, after I knew that was as far as I was gonna go, she told me that it was time.

"Go get the cage, it's time for you to lock up, sweetie". 

And so, I took the cage into the bathroom, placed the phone on the vanity next to me, so I could hear Ms Constance and she could hear me.  It was a struggle, but I somehow got a set of swollen, purple balls to go through the cuff ring. I had a little trouble getting the cage portion on because my clitty was still not back down to it's unaroused size, but with a little lube placed where it needed to go, the cage finally slipped over and I was able to get a plastic lock through the pin, where I clicked it closed. I even held the phone next to it so Ms Constance could hear the snap of the lock.. While I was having such a hard time getting the cage on, I kept hearing Ms Constance laughing, and at one point, I actually heard the sound of her "Cannibal Proximity Alarm" going off.  After she came back from checking her doors to make sure they were locked, she had some final instructions for me.

I was to take a picture of her caged up property, showing the serial number of the lock.  In order to be sure this was not a faked picture (Ms Constance is very thorough when it comes to chastity), I had to write down a phrase that she just made up on a piece of paper, and show that in the picture. Then I had to email the photo to her. One of the things I love so much about Ms Constance is her sense of humor, and the phrase she came up with for the picture?   

"Ain't This A Bitch!"

Thank you so much for the fantastic call, Ms Constance.  You totally mindfucked me and didn't let me cum, but I absolutely loved every minute of it!

l.b.a.

 

Two Weeks In

Two weeks in.  That's how I'll begin marking this chastity journey with Ms Constance. I won't count the number of days left, because if I do, I'll drive myself crazy with the waiting, and besides that, it's something I have no control over anyway.  I do know how long it's been though, and even though it's in the past, it's a time frame solid enough for me to grab onto so I can use it for a reference.

It was two weeks ago today that the chastity cage first got locked on.  I actually suggested it myself, because Ms Constance had been telling  me how much she loved chastity play, and I knew that if it was ever going to happen, I'd better be ready for it.  I knew I'd have to get myself used to the cage again because I hadn't worn it for about 5 years.  From my previous experience, I thought I would need a minimum of about 2 weeks to get my tender areas stretched, toughened up, and used to the stresses that come from wearing one of these things 24/7.  And so I thought I'd wear the cage until I heard something more definite from Ms Constance.  In the meantime, she was doing a masterful job of pushing my buttons, while at the same time dragging out my anticipation while never telling me anything definite. Aside from the physical discomfort of the first week, I still felt that I would continue to condition my body for another week or so, and then unlock and remove the cage until such time that Ms Constance decided that it was time to play.

Just as the first week was coming to a close, and without warning, Ms Constance shifted gears and flat out told me in an IM that I was NOT to remove the cage without her permission, and that from that point on, all decisions were hers alone.  Those two simple little statements were all that it took to completely shift my perception from whatever had been normal up until then to that of a sub who had just given up all control of everything to my Mistress, all within a space of about 30 seconds.  Ms Constance, that was neatly done, and I'm still in awe of how quickly and completely you managed it!

We had a phone call the very next day where she explained all of her rules and what she would be expecting of me. I've already mentioned that call in my previous post, so I won't revisit that here.

 It was then that I made a discovery about myself that I never expected.  I knew that I enjoyed chastity play from when I did it a number of times with Ms Grace in the past, and I knew I loved the giving over of control, but I'd also assumed that because I enjoy bondage, I must've also loved wearing the cage. What I found out was something completely different though.  During that first week, circumstances dictated that I was not able to chat with Ms Constance for a few days, and the strangest thing happened.  During that time I found I was not liking the cage at all.  I hated the discomfort and the inconvenience of it.  I was ready to take it off, and I would have if not for the fact that we were finally able to be in contact once again.

So I was not in an "I Love The Cage" mindset then, but when she made her move and clamped her control down on me, everything abruptly changed. I know this analogy has been used many times, but it's true, it was like the point in the Wizard of Oz where the movie changes from black and white into color.  The physical discomfort and all the little inconveniences seemed to vanish, and were replaced by a high that is almost indescribable.  Because the only difference between week 1 and week 2 was that Ms Constance took control, I'm sure now that I never really liked physically wearing the cage at all. It's the act of surrendering myself to her control that makes it so satisfying for me. The cage is just a physical object that represents that surrender.

And so, like I said before, I'm two weeks in.  At this point I'm holding steady, and the physical discomfort is fading more and more each day.  I know that the longer I go, the mental aspect will become much more of a factor, but I think I can handle that, because I'm in the best of hands. Ms Constance is a wonderful Mistress and I'm happy as hell to be hers.  I'm also thrilled that she's getting as much out of this as I am.  I just wish I could give her more.  I'm really enjoying her hands-on approach and because of that I'm not concerned right now about how many more days I have left to go.  Sure that will probably change in the future, but right now, I want to go wherever she wants to take me.

I'll give you all another update in a few more weeks, unless I have something earthshaking to report.  I should also say thank you to all the Mistresses and friends who have been encouraging me in the early stages of this project.  I really do love and appreciate you all!  :)

little bitchass

Bitchass's Breaking News!

I just finished a call and wanted to let everyone know, and it became official this week, that I am now under the supervision and control of my Mistress, Ms Constance. I'm also in lockdown, with my junk owned by her, retroactive to last Saturday, March 15.

At this point, all I can tell you about the length of the lockdown is that the earliest I can get out will be June 1.  After that, whether I even get let out or not is completely the decision of Ms Constance, because I agreed to turn over complete control to her.  As for what I get out of it, I get to be associated with an awesome Mistress, and I also get to feel that yummy feeling of giving up control to her.  The fact that she digs that part is an even bigger plus for me.

I've gotta say I'm thrilled to death to start on this journey with her. I know it's gonna be difficult at times, but I'm gonna try my best to go the distance.  I've gone that long once before, but it's a big unknown after that.
So, if I start acting really weird, or at least any weirder than usual, there's probably a good reason for it. Wish me luck, everybody...

*Tosses car keys to Ms Constance and gets in the passenger seat*

little bitchass 

The Meeting

For Chapter I, go here

For Chapter II, go here

Chapter III

 It was an uneasy ride up to the 13th floor with Miss Christine.  She stood between me and the door, facing me and still slowly tapping the cane against her thigh like she was daring me to make a break once the elevator doors opened.  I briefly considered doing just that, but the sight of her awesome legs made me realize that if she ever got those thighs locked around me, she'd probably squeeze the life out of me like one of those big snakes I saw in that "Jem Of The Jungle" movie.  Besides that, my legs were still throbbing from the whacking she gave me, and I wasn't sure that I'd even be able to straighten them out if I needed to jump up and scram out in a hurry.  And so I decided I'd better not make any waves, and stayed sitting quietly on the floor of the elevator.

"Ding"

OK, we're here. Let's go. Up and at 'em.  And stay close so I can keep an eye on you. You're only cleared to be on this floor with an escort. 

I started to chuckle about her "escort" comment, but got serious again when I saw she still had the cane in her hand.

I struggled to my feet, my knees barely cooperating.  As soon as Miss Christine moved away from the doors, I could see a long hallway extending out in front of me, with what looked like offices on each side of the hall. I limped along behind her as she led me down the hall.  My balky knees were just starting to loosen up a little when we stopped in front of a door with a sign on it that read, "Cock Radio".  A voice from inside the room seemed to be in an animated and spicy discussion with somebody.

Miss Christine shoved me out of the way and knocked on the door.

Yeah? Who the fuck is it?

Empress Constance, this is Security Chief Christine.  The visitor that Headmistress Ally told you about is here to see you.

I'm on the fucking phone right now, but come the fuck in.  I'll fucking be with you in a minute.

Miss Christine opened the door and pushed me inside, stepping in behind me.  She parked herself right in front of the door, blocking any chance of me making a clean exit.. A real dish with blonde hair, who was obviously Empress Constance, was on the blower with somebody.

If I can't say fuck on Cock Radio, then when the fuck CAN I say fuck?  Besides, I do NOT constantly say fuck on my program!  What the fuck do you fucking people think I fucking do up here, for fuck's sake?

She slammed the horn down hard enough to crack walnuts and then turned her attention to me.

OK, so who the fuck are you again? Do I know you from fucking someplace?  Christine, what the fuck does this fucker want again?  Oh yeah, never mind, I fucking remember now, you're the fucking dick that's gonna find my fucking snitch for me!

I took a few steps forward and extended my hand.  I instinctively ducked when out of the corner of my eye I saw Miss Christine's arm come up to brush a wisp of hair away from her face. 

Hello Empress, I'm Girl Friday. I understand that you've had a little problem with a stool-pigeon, and I'm just the right dick to find your perpetrator for you.

Oh, right!  Yeah, why don't you sit the fuck down, and I'll fucking fill you in on the details.

I pulled out the chair beside Empress Constance's desk. I flinched again when I saw Miss Christine shift slightly in her stance, but I gingerly sat down, cracking sounds coming from both knees.

So, Empress Constance, what's the down-low on this?  I've never heard your show on the squawk box before, so I'm not sure where to begin.  From what I've heard so far, there's been somebody who's been flapping their gums to the FCC about some salty language that you allegedly use on the air. And you maintain that these allegations are completely untrue. Am I right so far?

Fucking A you're right! Everybody around here fucking knows that I NEVER use that kind of fucking language!  And that goes for my day to day activities as well as on this fucking radio!  It's just not fucking true!  I don't know where some fucker came up with those fucking lies about me!  This really fucking sucks!  It took me a long time to build up my fucking reputation as a sweet and soft-spoken Empress, and now some fucking fuckstain is trying to fuck all of that up for me!     

After I'd picked up my jaw, which had just fallen on the floor, I snuck a quick look back at Miss Christine, who just looked back at me with a slight grin and gave a little shrug of her shoulders.

Well Empress, I think that about says it all. It's very clear to me now that these allegations are obviously groundless.  It's also clear to me that our next step should be to determine if the snitch is an insider or an outside client.  Do you have any idea who might have reason to try and take you and the whole EE organization down?

I don't fucking know!  I fucking talk to hundreds of people here every fucking day!  I suppose it could be fucking anybody!

How about enemies?  Can you think of anybody who might have it in for you?

Now why in the fuck would I have any fucking enemies? Use your fucking head, Friday!

I started to feel like the meeting was going downhill fast, so I tried employing a calming tactic that I learned in PI school.

I'm sorry, but I have to ask these tough questions, Empress.  It's the only way we'll get to the bottom of this unfortunate business.  I think what needs to be done next is to interview some possible POIs. That's Persons Of Interest, in layman's terms.

I know what that fucking means!  Get on with it!  I've got a fucking radio show to do in a few fucking hours!

Well, I guess we should start grilling some people and see if we can get somebody to sing.  Who would you suggest we start with?

Miss Christine volunteered that she saw Ms Cooper in the office earlier in the day and that maybe if we left chop-chop, she might still be on the floor.

Good fucking choice.  Let's go!

And with that, Empress Constance, Miss Christine, and I beat feet down the hall to conduct our first interroga.... umm... interview.

(to be continued)

Girl Friday

Now We're Gettin' Somewhere...

For Chapter I, go here.

Chapter II
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As I waited, I scoped out the steady stream of people who passed by me on their way to the reception desk.  After a short conversation, the receptionist would stamp something on the backs of their hands and then point them to one of the elevators that lined both sides of the lobby.  They all seemed to be clients of some sort, and all of them looked kinda nervous and tense as they talked with the receptionist.  A lot of them were rubbing up against the corners of the desk like they had an itch that they couldn't scratch.  As they chatted, I kept noticing the receptionist giving me the evil eye over the shoulders of the clients.  I felt in my bra for my roscoe, relieved that it hadn't fallen out while I was scraping the gum off of my shoe.  Even so, things were still looking a little hinky, so I kept one hand on the blade I had stashed in a garter under my skirt. And so I waited and I waited.  Eventually I dozed off.

I was jolted awake by the sound of a gong coming from the far end of the room behind the receptionist.  All heads in the room swiveled around in the direction of the sound, so I stood up and tried to see what all the hubbub was about.  There was another elevator door all by itself in the far wall.  It was larger than all of the others and had gold doors and expensive gold scrollwork surrounding it. My keen powers of observation told me that this was the VIP elevator.

As I watched, the doors slid open and some kind of procession started moving slowly out into the room.  There were four big palookas dressed in not much more than leather thongs carrying a fancy looking gold chair on poles. Standing on either side of the chair were two more guys dressed like the other guys, but they were waving big feather fans around.  Sitting in the chair was a real classy looking dame wearing a crown.  She was dressed in a shiny gold set of threads with a slit up one side that showed off a set of slinky gams that put mine to shame.  She obviously had never been shot in her knees like I had though.  Still, I was more than a little jealous.

I was shaken out of my trance when a stapler bounced off of the side of my head, knocking my fedora sideways.  I turned and looked in the direction that it came from, and caught sight of the receptionist, who was furiously waving me over with an impatient look on her face.  Rubbing the growing lump on the side of my head, I walked over to the desk.

That's Headmistress Ally.  She's the Big Cheese around here and she came all the way down from her penthouse just to see you, so make sure you show her the proper respect, you dolt!

I sized up the situation and then headed over to where the boys had set down the chair.  I walked up to the chair and held out my hand to the still seated Headmistress.

Hello Ally, I'm Gir....

*CRACK!*

OWWW!  Motherfu....

*CRACK!*

I felt an excruciating pain in the backs of my knees that hurt almost as bad as it did when I used to get shot there by my boss.  I crashed to the floor into a kneeling position.  Turning my head to see what had just happened, I saw the receptionist standing there, brandishing a stiff cane, like she was about to give me another kiss with it.

I said proper respect, you idiot!

She didn't have to tell me twice, so I tried again, this time from the kneeling position.

Hello Headmistress Ally.  My name is Girl Friday and I...

I know who you are and I know why you're here, so let's say we dispense with any of the trivial stuff and get down to brass tacks, shall we?

But of course, Headmistress, thank you for taking the time to come all the way down to speak with me.

Well, I was just heading out for lunch with my boys anyway, so it was really not much of an inconvenience.

I became aware of an unfamiliar sound from behind me and noticed that the receptionist was slowly tapping the cane against the side of her leg.  It looked like she was getting ready to paste me again, so I turned my attention back to Ms Ally while keeping the receptionist in my line of sight at the same time.

So, Girl Friday, my staff informs me that you're here to inquire about the possibility of being retained as an investigator.  I've been told that you're a real dick.  We don't often see female dicks here in Paradise, so I'm inclined to offer you the chance to check into a small but rather aggravating situation for me, even if you did break my favorite moose head.

Beads of perspiration formed on my forehead.  I'd completely forgotten about the moose head.


It seems that someone with an axe to grind has alerted the Dirty Language Division of the FCC to the fact that one of my Empresses has been using the F-word rather frequently on her radio program.  I can't risk having my FCC license pulled, so I'd like you to find out who the whistle-blower is, and why they decided to cause me this unnecessary headache.  Once you find the snitch, I'll take it from there.

Headmistress Ally, I'm not clear on something... you mentioned the F- word. What do......

You know!  The F-word! Fuck!  Do you live under a rock or something? Fuck fuck fucking fuckity fuck!  Is that clear enough for you?

Geez, why is she getting so irritated?

Oh, OK, I think I get the picture now.

After a few seconds, she continued...

You've obviously met Miss Christine, my Security Chief and Good Manners Coach, and I'm going to turn you over to her and have her take you upstairs to meet with Empress Constance, the radio host that I mentioned earlier.  She'll give you any information you might need to help you track down the offending party.

OK boys, I'm getting kinda peckish here and the lunch special down at the Paradise Shrimp Palace doesn't last all afternoon you know. Good luck, Friday, you'll be well compensated if your investigation is successful.

With that, her bearers picked her chair back up and headed for the front door. A couple of the bearers must've been new though, because they miscalculated a little on the height of the door opening, causing Ms Ally to bump her noodle on the door frame, knocking off her crown in the process.

Goddammit!  Pick that up you jerks!  Shit, why is it so hard to get good bearers these days?

Before I could even react to that, I was roughly snatched up by my shoulders and into a standing position by Miss Christine..

OK you dick, let's go see Empress Constance, and don't try any funny stuff in the elevator or I'm gonna have to hurt you.

Super!  I've got a goose egg on my bean and a pair of ugly purple stripes across the backs of my knees, and I hadn't even got out of the lobby yet.  Now I'm no weak sister, but I decided then and there that if I wanted to get paid, I'd better play along.  Next thing I knew,  Miss Christine was giving me the bums rush over to one of the other elevators and when the doors opened, she shoved me inside and stepped in behind me.  I sat on the floor to ease the throbbing in my knees and kept my hand on my blade during the uneasy trip up to the 13th floor and my meeting with Empress Constance....

(to be continued)

Girl Friday  



 

Sure Hope Business Picks Up Soon...

or this chickie dick is gonna be tossed out on the street on her little keister.  Yes, Girl Friday here.  Long time no see.

Chapter I

The only investigation I have open right now is the BillyBear disappearance, but the leads in that case dried up long ago, and the client who was looking for him lammed out of town in a big hurry a few months back.  So here I am with no visible means of support.  I'm talking lettuce, you lugs, so can the wisecracks about my bra and cheaters, OK?

So I've been out every day beating the bushes looking for clients who can actually pay me.  I get at least 20 or 30 calls a day from prospective clients who want my services.  None of them are willing to pay, and most of them want something that's not even connected to my PI business.  I've had to get restraining orders put on at least half of them, and the coppers are gettin' kinda tired of seeing my mug down at the station, always making them fill out complaint forms.  For some reason, I don't think they take me very seriously down there, and they'd rather not be bothered.

Some of my best investigative work so far has been related to the activities of  the Mistresses and clients over at the LDW Building, so I thought I'd wander over that way and snoop around a little.  Maybe there's some business to be had if I'm lucky.   It's been a few years since I was over in that part of town, but I figured that I could still find the place with no problems.  So I stuffed my roscoe in my bra, grabbed a couple of pairs of bracelets just in case, and locked up the office.  Once out on the street, I hiked up my skirt at the first cab that came by, and flashed my gams at the driver.  Just like in the old days, the cab screeches to a halt right in front of me.  Even I was impressed. This girl has still got it!  I guess all of the scars from being shot in my knees by my old boss Tracer have faded enough where they're not noticed.  I gotta say, with a decent pair of pantyhose, my getaway sticks are still looking pretty good, if I do say so myself.

This driver must not have been around back in the days when Tracer and I were regularly stiffing them with Monopoly money, and so he didn't threaten me or insist on getting paid up front.  When I told him to take me over to the LDW Building, he looked at me like I was some kinda rube and told me there was no place in Paradise going by that name.  I told him to head over to the address anyway.  Once we got in the general vicinity, I told him to stop and tossed a photocopied sawbuck at him.  One trick I've learned is to distract the driver by letting my skirt ride up and spreading my gams a little while I'm getting out so he doesn't notice that the spinach is bogus. Tracer could NEVER pull that one off.  I climbed out of the hack to have a look around.

I was standing in front of a big building that looked familiar, but it didn't have the same LDW Building sign on it that I remembered.  Instead, there was a big glowing neon sign spelling out EE in huge letters, with Enchantrix Empire, Ltd. in smaller letters underneath.  I seemed to recall that when I last visited LDW's chatroom, I'd overheard some people calling some of the Mistresses by the name Empress, so I figured that this just might be the same place.  It looked like they'd added quite a few new floors to the building, and since it still didn't look quite right, I walked across the street, stood back in the shadows and lit up a gasper so I could watch the entrance for awhile.

About a half a pack of smokes later and a few wads of chewed gum stuck to my heels, the traffic going in and out of the main door was pretty much as I remembered it. Lots of guys with big bulges in the front of their pants that didn't look like heaters, and plenty of tomatoes in frilly outfits with a little hint of 5 o'clock shadow under their makeup.  I noticed bulges on some of them too.  I also saw some real lookers going around to a separate door on the side of the building, and I assumed by the looks of them that they were the Mistresses and Empresses. I was pretty convinced by then that I'd come to the right place, so I stubbed out the fag on my sole, where it promptly got stuck in a smashed wad of gum.  It was stuck pretty good, and I hoped it would get scuffed off before I had to talk to anybody, because the filter was visibly sticking out on the side of the shoe.

I took a deep breath and walked across the street to the entrance, trying to scrape the gum off my shoe with every step.  As I approached the door, a security guard stepped out and I noticed him looking at me with one eyebrow raised.  

"You OK Miss?  That's a pretty bad limp.  Did you hurt your leg or something or are you just a spaz?"
   
 I was about to pull my roscoe and put an end to that conversation right then and there when I realized that I needed him to let me into the building. I was just glad that he wasn't the same goon I had to drill in both knees the last time I was at LDW to grill that Miss Tara dame.

 "No, my foot's just asleep, that's all.  I'm here to talk to somebody about lining up some investigative work.  Who do I need to speak with about that?". 

I flashed my ID card in his face to show him that I really am a dick, flicking the tip of his nose with it in the process. Gawd I really love when I do that!

He opened the door for me and showed me into a big ornate lobby with expensive leather chairs and couches.  

"Take a seat and wait here Miss, and I'll go get somebody for you."  

I watched him walk across the lobby to a huge carved wooden desk and start talking to a very pretty but powerfully built receptionist.  As they talked, they both kept sneaking furtive little glances over in my direction.  I started to get a little nervous when I saw her get on the horn with somebody, but figured I was "in for a penny, in for a pound", and so I smoothed my skirt over my pins and waited.

(to be continued)

Girl Friday