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.

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 

My My My... How Time Does Fly...

Thursday already? Where does the time go? Bitchass took 3 days of vacation, which along with the weekend meant I had 5 straight days of sleeping in and doing nothing. Today I'm back to work, and UGHHHH... the day just won't end...

Well, I did do some things, mostly housework, laundry, and running out for this or that, the most interesting things being going to the salon for a haircut/style, and then buying and installing a new router to replace the old one that had been losing its configuration whenever it was most inconvenient for me. It wasn't a huge problem having to reload the configuration file once or twice a day, but I finally got tired of having to do it and decided that it was time to go for something new. I ended up getting one of the new D-Link "N" routers and I installed it. So far so good, but right now I'm still on a wired connection and haven't tried installing the wireless adapter yet. I'm gonna play around with the configuration and make sure I don't have any problems for a few more days and then I'll install the matching wireless card.

I had another great day at the salon on Saturday. I didn't have anything special done, just got my split ends trimmed, along with some brow waxing and plucking. My stylist did a style with a lot of loose curls, which was nice for a change, but the best part about my visits is always the fun I have hanging out for the afternoon with all the girls who work there. They are wonderful! They all treat me like I'm just "one of the girls", and I always feel totally comfortable and at ease there. There's nothing like sitting in the salon, sipping a glass of white wine, and having someone playing around with your hair for a few hours. Well, there are a few other things that might top it, but you know what I mean. But eventually, like all the other clients, I have to leave, even if I'd rather hang out there all day.

I told you in my last blogpost about my phone call with the Stroke Princess, and I just received the birthday prezzie that She sent me. Thank You again, Princess! I decided that I'm not gonna tell you all what She bought for me, I'll just let you all use your imaginations. If She wants to tell you She can, but I'm thinking it's more fun to make you all wonder what the prezzie was. ::giggle::

There's something else that Ms Grace did during our call that I completely forgot to tell you about in my previous blogpost. I'm sure this will ho-hum any but the sissies among my readers, but if it doesn't interest you, skip over this part. I'll tell you when to start reading again.

I had told Princess last year that I had bought a two-piece swimsuit that had a bra top with those triangle shaped cups. I had been wearing that whenever I went to the tanning salon, and I developed some very nice tanlines. These tanlines were so distinct that when I showed Princess a picture of them, She said it looked like I was still wearing a white bikini top.

But I stopped tanning in the top early this tear, because I wanted to see what my boobs looked like with a tan, and so I started just wearing the bottoms. Mt tan is pretty much evened out now, but still, it's not as dark as it was late last season. I had gotten busy and had only been going about once a week, and so the overall tan has been fading a little bit. That brings us back to the present.

During our call, I mentioned to Princess that maybe it was time to get a new swimsuit, but maybe this time one that would leave more interesting tan lines. Princess just giggled and right away went to the Victoria's Secret site and found out that there was a swimsuit sale going on. She showed me a lot of different swimsuits that She thought would be good, before finally deciding on this one.


I ordered it while She waited. Princess, the tanlines from this one will be interesting for sure!

Well, to make a long story short, the swimsuit arrived yesterday, but I was too busy to open the package. I'll do that when I get home tonight, and if it's the right one and everything fits, I'll start working on Princess' new tanlines this weekend. OK, the rest of you can start reading again.

I've also been continuing with the "Walkies 'n Water" program, with no cummies allowed since the one during our call and the two She allowed me on my birthday. Now it's back to not knowing when the next one will be. I haven't talked to Princess since the call, and so I still have no idea what Her "Big Plan" for me is. I'm sure I'll find out soon enough, and I also know that I foolishly already agreed to it in exchange for being allowed to cum the other night. I'm so tired of breadsticks...

At the beginning of this post, I said that today was Thursday already. You all know about what happens on Thursday nights. Yes, it's Tease Time, and I hope that I don't have any computer problems like the ones that made me miss last week's chat. I'm gonna stop on the way home and get a birthday cheesecake so that I'll have it to eat during Tease Time, which will satisfy the last of the homework assignments that the Stroke Princess gave me during our call.

I hope to see you all there, and Princess, as always... You know what?

little bitchass

Time's Running Out... Did A New Modem Fix It? Will The Call Happen? Questions... Questions...

Well, the first part of the question should've been easy to answer, but I had a feeling that things wouldn't turn out to be easy, and I was right. I exchanged my modem at the Comcast store and took it home, after making sure that I asked if there was any activation that needed to be done after the installation, even if it was a quick call to Comcast, it would've been OK. I was assured that no, I just "hook it up and go".

Well, I got home and hooked it up, and as soon as I plugged it in, the lights all started blinking in what looked like normal fashion. Easy, right? Wrong!

I went to the computer and up popped an activation screen. It said I needed to download a file and run the activation software. Unfortunately, when I tried to do this, it kept telling me that it couldn't connect to the internet. Not sure how I was able to get the Comcast screen if I had no connection to the internet, but if I tried to open my browser, it kept saying I had no connection. We won't go into detail about what I had to do to get up and running, but one system restore and a bunch of IP releases, renews, and cold reboots later, I was connected again and testing out the system. I have no idea exactly what happened, but was left wondering if the modem went out and somehow had corrupted my browser software. I do know that the modem was bad, and so I don't feel quite so stupid.

By the time I was done, it was almost time for me to see if the Stroke Princess was gonna be able to do a call. I wasn't able to reach Her all day, and so I had no idea if She was gonna be available or not. But sure enough, almost at 10 Eastern on the dot, my IM window lit up and it was Princess! Never a doubt, right???

We talked over a few things in IM for a short time, then it was time for the call. As we always do, a good portion at the beginning of the call was spent getting caught up with what each other was doing. I love this part of the call, because it makes me feel closer to Princess. We talk about lots of things, both good and bad, and laugh a lot about other things, but you already know this, I've told you in just about every post I write about our phone calls.

We had to do the call on Friday night, and not on Saturday, which was actually my birthday. But none of that really mattered, just making the connection with Princess was enough. She told me a few things about the party I had missed at Tease Time on Thursday night, and after I told Her that I felt bad that I had to miss my own party, She told me that we could have another one this coming Thursday, and that I should bring a big honking slice of cheesecake along for my slice of birthday cake!

And by the way, thank you BillyBear for the nice birthday message!

I also listened as She went on Amazon and bought me a birthday prezzie! How cool is that??? I'll tell you more about that after I receive it, but to have Princess Grace think enough of you to buy you a prezzie is unbelievably yummy! Thank You so much, Princess! ::hugs the screen::

Before too long, it was "Princess Pounce Time"...

I heard the change in Her voice and knew I'd better fasten my seatbelt, because the ride was about to begin!

The main part of Her pounce was the fact that I had been cumming on a regular schedule ever since She put me on the "Walkies n' Water Program". About 3 weeks ago, She changed it up on me, not letting me cum anymore, and that began a period of denial. No cage, just free will denial... She pointed out to me during the call (like I didn't realize it already) that it must be very hard to not be allowed to cum when I want to, after being allowed to once every other day or so. I had to pretty much agree with Her assessment of the situation.

The more She talked about it, the more needy and wanty I became. She kept me off balance by pushing my other fetish hot buttons along the way, and then it was right back to how bad it must feel for me not to be able to cum. I don't know how long we bounced back and forth between different fetishes of mine that She knows how to torture me about, but OMG She is sooooo good at it!

At one point, She even read me Her unreleased blogpost about mindfucking, and it is awesome to hear Her read that to you, knowing that She is mindfucking you the whole time anyway! Deeper and deeper She dropped me into subpace, until all I could think about was how much I wanted and needed to cum. I was ready to do anything She wanted to be allowed to cum just one time. Yes, I was that desperate...

"How badly do you want to cum, Honey Bunny? Enough to do anything I want?"

::giggles::

I was fucked! Shit! And I knew it!

"Princess, please... just let me cum this one time and I'll do whatever You want"

"You realize of course, that that means you might not be allowed to cum for a long long time.. maybe 6 months? Maybe more? Maybe back in the cage?"

I was really pathetic...

"Yes Princess.. I realize that and I don't care, please just let me cum tonight... Pleeeeeeeaaaassseee?"

A little voice in my head started sounding the alarm...

"jem, you fool... shut up before it's too late!"

But it was already too late... Princess sealed the deal by letting me cum, and I'll be making the payment later. She didn't say what the cost was, but I may even find out by Sunday night. Whatever it is, I have to say it was one of the greatest orgasms I have ever had, and one of the longest lasting too. Princess even remarked that it sounded long to Her too...

::giggles::

"That sounded like you enjoyed it, Honey! It went on for almost a whole minute!"

Then, with me still buried deep in subspace, She told me what my birthday homework was, which was that I was gonna be allowed to cum twice more on Saturday, but after that, It was back to waiting for Her to give me permission again. My head was still spinning, somehow thankful for the chance that I may never cum again. Don't ask me... I'm just the subbie here.

"Don't worry Honey, I have a plan for you..."

And then the call was over... we said our goodnights, and Princess told me that She prolly would not see me on my birthday, because She was preparing to play the Jello Queen at the Dance Party She was going to on Saturday, but that She may catch up with me on Sunday.

And on Saturday, I enjoyed my birthday, I came twice, and even though I have no idea what's in store for me next, I'm happy... I got to talk to my Stroke Princess... and it was wonderful.

Thank You for another great call, Princess! Your bitchass wuvs You!

little bitchass

It Seems Like Just Yesterday That I Posted Something... Oh Wait.. It WAS Yesterday, Wasn't It?...

My last post showed you the condition that the Stroke Princess' denial program has left me in. Well it didn't get any better at work yesterday, and it definitely didn't get any better last night. I did catch a break in that I didn't have to sit and watch any hotties at the gas station and since last night was not my walkies night, I didn't have to endure seeing those tanned legs and long, swinging ponytails on the walking track. The relief was short-lived though, because after I ate dinner, it was time to go to the Kink Chatroom for Ms Grace's Tease Time chat.

Bear with me because my notes are not too easy to read today, probably because my handwriting suffers when I'm doing more than one thing with my right hand at pretty much the same time.

I had just finished dinner and was sitting down at the desk when I noticed the orange button lit up at the bottom of my screen, letting me know I had an IM waiting. I opened it and, yep it was from who you think, and She was telling me that She had gone into the chatroom a bit early, and for me to stop in if I was around. So in I went. When Ms Grace invites me somewhere, I don't fool around doing other things, I'm there ASAP.

My first order of business after arriving in the chatroom is always to greet Princess and any other Mistresses, then I pick Princess up and give Her my customary TWIRLLLLL, which excites Her right off the bat. Well, maybe it doesn't excite Her so much as to make Her dizzy, but that's not what's important here. As long as She doesn't throw up, what's important is that I show Her I'm happy to see her when She's around.

The next thing I do is to respond to everybody who has said hello while I was occupied with Princess Twirling, and after that I say hello to the rest of the room. That is, unless they are on my shit list, in which case I right away drop an ignore on their ass.

Princess began the chat by pointing out that there were subs above Her on the room list, and that this wouldn't fly. The ones who were above Her had better leave the room and come back with a letter in front of their names that would drop them down below Her on the list. A few didn't, and Princess had to threaten one of them, who had asked for a phone call after chat, that if he wanted to talk to Her, he'd better get his name fixed like, yesterday. Out the door he went.

The name change thing became a problem though, as more and more people flooded into the room. At one point, Princess said "Fuck this!" and added a second Avatar, with the name 1_Princess. This put Her back on top of the list and it solved the problem very neatly.

BillyBear made his triumphant return to Tease Time last night. BB has been worn down to the point of catatonia by the slavedriving, insect overlords at his workplace, and he was only able to make it into Tease Time last night after changing his name to the_zombieBB. It wasn't long though before Princess had him energized again and tossing insults at Steph Marie (who was continually trying to dispatch him) and myself. Next week I'm going to have to start bringing my kitchen utensils with me again. It was good to see the little blue fuzzball again though. Tease Time is missing something when he's not there.

Now Princess revealed that She had a few new MP3s for everybody to listen to, and sent everyone to Her blog to listen to them as She posted the links.

The first one was more stroker oriented, and it was called "Stroke_addiction". I'll try to link it to her blog to save you the trouble of navigating over there, but if you are smart, you will already have Her blog bookmarked so you can keep up on what's happening in Princessland. I hope the link works for you. If not, go to Her blog and find it for yourself.

The second new MP3 was a lot more up my alley, and I even told Princess later that I felt like She was talking directly to me in it. It was more sissy oriented and was called "Sissy Mindcontrol". Princess pushed a lot of my hotbuttons with this one, but I still have a lot of hotbuttons left in reserve that She didn't push with it. I guess She didn't want to take the chance of scaring anyone else away. I'm sure She won't let the rest of my buttons remain unpushed for very long, especially since She knows what a needy pet I am at the moment.

The notes that I took during and after listening to the MP3s get a lot fuzzier and harder to understand. I know why that is, and it's because listening to her MP3s always drop me into subspace, and once I'm down there, I'm not much good for the next few hours. But I'll try to make sense out of what notes I have, but I'm not guaranteeing anything.

Princess knew exactly where Her MP3s had left everyone, but She still likes to ask how everybody is feeling, and then lets out one of Her trademarked giggles. The responses are usually mixed, ranging from coherent answers to ones that make you go, "HUH???" I can tell you that listening to them made me even worse of a mess than I was the past few days, if that was possible.

While we were still slackjawed and drooling, Princess started telling us about some of the fantasies that She enjoys thinking about for Herself.

One is loosely based on an MP3 She made called "The Cummie Bowl", only this cummie bowl was not a bowl, but more like a bathtub. I'll let your imagination work with this one, but Her slow and teasy description of sliding those yummy feet of Hers into the tub was giving me all kinds of bad thoughts.

She also told everybody how much She loves watching boys stroke. She also likes to hear them when they cum... that is, if She lets them cum. She then told everyone to get out their cocks and clitties, and imagine being in a circle around Her. Everybody was told to stroke or rub while She launched into one of Her devilish teases. She was undecided on whether to let us cum or not, because there were a few of us who she wanted to get on the phone before She would even think about giving permission. In the end, nobody got to cum, because Princess thought it would be unfair to the ones who already weren't being allowed.

A wave of frustration rippled through the chatroom, and I could picture the evil grin that must have been lighting up Princess' face.

After everyone sorta calmed down, we all got into a discussion of good seafood. Shrimpy was visibly nervous as we discussed how good lobster, crablegs, and yes, shrimp tasted. Then Princess brought up cheesecake, which makes me almost as wanty as Her denial program does. She knows how much I like cheesecake, and how much I'd love a few pieces... and worked me over with that just like She does with Her sexual teasing. If only I wasn't on Her water and walkies program....

A few last facts that you may not know about... Princess says that beer and cigarettes make a person's cum taste bitter. Did you know that?

She also revealed that She has a straw fetish. The straws have to be big and thick, but I'll let Her explain that one to you.

One last item, next Saturday is my birthday, and it's supposed to be a surprise for me, but I think there may be a party in the chatroom next Thursday night. I'm not 100% sure of that though, since I'm not supposed to know, but stay tuned...

As for me, I'm outta here, and will see you all next time.

Princess, Your bitchass wuvs Youuuuuuu....

little 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

Newsflash! A Change At Tease Time!

Well, it's probably old news by now, since I know of at least one blog that broke the story before I could scoop the Occasional Assassin. It doesn't help matters much that I'm posting about it 5 days after it happened, but bitchass has been busy.

The Stroke Princess decided to make a change to the show's format for a night, and She had Domina Amanda there to help Her manage a wild game of Truth or Dare. Ms Cassandra was present at the start of Tease Time as well, but had to leave before too long to go and take care of some other urgent matter. I think She had a dog to discipline. I'm not sure if he's housebroken or not, so maybe he peed on the floor or something.

Pretty much as soon as I got into the room, I was told I had to change my chatroom name to something starting with a letter later than "M". There's some kind of a bug it the chat client that is placing Mistresses down in the middle of the room list. They couldn't have a sub being on top of a Mistress, so I left and came back with the new name, "x_jem_of_the_jungle". I know it's not funny. I'm just reporting things from the notes I wrote down, OK?

Then, as soon as Truth or Dare was about to start, I was told that if I wanted to play the game, I now had to leave and add "player" to the front of my chatroom name. Out I went again, and now I was "player_x_jem_of_the_jungle". Again, not funny, but hey, it helps my word count.

Ms Grace started the game by going over the rules for the chatters. When you were chosen, you could choose either "truth" or "dare", with Princess Grace asking the "truth" questions, and Domina Amanda assigning the "dare" tasks. There were only a few souls brave enough to ask for a dare from Ms Amanda, but player_bankyboo and player_asia were a few of the ones who did. Asia was made to wear a pair of panties on his head until he was asked another question, which Potty had to have scoffed at as old hat... you know.. the "been there done that" thing. Banky was told to get on the phone with Princess Grace and fake a momentous woman's orgasm, and from what I heard, it was hilarious. Banky was probably more convincing at that than he was in his attempts to prove his manliness.

We had a chatter in the room named Molly, who seemed to want to play, but just couldn't wrap her head around the "leave and change your name" part. But she didn't let not having "player" tacked onto her name stop her, because she started helping out by answering other peoples questions when they were asked.

We also had a chatter who went by the name james696969, who was more intent on being an X-rated comedian than participating in the game. The game would've gone much smoother if someone had gagged him as soon as he first opened his mouth. I mean, if you want to play, sit back and play, but don't act like an ass and disrupt the game. That's being very disrespectful to the Mistresses trying to run the game.

Which also reminds me, I need to find out just what it was that tease_me_for_cash was on, because I sure want some of it for next week's chat.

As far as my involvement in the game, I thought it was kind of interesting that both of the questions I got asked involved buying stuff in sex shops.

Princess mentioned that the Truth or Dare format may either be continued as a feature in tease Time, or possibly even get it's own night. I liked the game, but at the same time, I also liked Tease Time in it's older format as well, so I'm hoping that the game will get it's own night. I hope if it does, that Domina Amanda continues to participate in it, because Her involvement added a whole new dimension to the game...

Fear!

LOL.... sorry Domina Amanda, I'm kidding! I totally enjoyed Your presence in the chat. I hope You and the Stroke Princess will form a team and make this a recurring event.

Well, I've about run out of notes, so that's it for this week's report, and I'll see y'all next time!

Princess Grace, You know Your bitchass wuvs Ya, don't Ya?

little bitchass

I Had The Good Fortune Of Being Able To IM With Princess Grace Yesterday...

We chatted about a lot of different things that have been going on, and there was quite a bit there to talk about, since I haven't been online or updating my blog very much these last few weeks, what with my air conditioning problems and being almost non-stop busy at work. I miss Her a lot when we don't get a chance to chat, and this time I felt guilty because it was my fault that we haven't chatted because I just haven't been around very much.

We had a great chat, but we had to wind it down because She had things to do, and I had to get back to work. But before we said goodbye, Princess gave me some homework. As you know if you have been keeping up with my blog (c'mon, it's not that hard, considering I've hardly been writing), Princess has had me drinking lots of water instead of soft drinks and doing an exercise walking program. I am walking for 30 minutes after work on Mondays, Wednesdays, and Fridays. As a reward for doing my walkies, I get to cum that evening after I get home. Well, this has been great, because except for the one time that we played "The Cummie Game", this is more than I have cum in a week since the time I became one of Ms Grace's pets. Well, yesterday, Princess decided that it was time to change things up.

At first I panicked, because my first thought was,

"Oh no, She's gonna cage me!"

I asked Her what She had in mind, and She told me,

"Not what you think.. ::giggles::"

She said that She wasn't gonna cage me right now, but that She would leave the possibility hanging over my head, and that She liked the idea of me not knowing where and when She was gonna tell me to put the cage on. Instead, Her instructions were to edge for Her 3 times last night while listening to Her MP3s, and edge 4 more times today and tonight, but neither night was I gonna be allowed to cum. She left it at,

"after that, we'll see about Thursday."

And so, I'm left to wonder what She has in store for me tomorrow. The uncertainty is driving me nuts, along with the frustration of edging to the point of almost cumming, and then stopping.

Then there was more homework... After explaining to me what She wanted as far as the edging goes, She also told me that She wanted me to write Her a little essay. I think the idea came to Her from a part of our chat, where we talked a little bit about the fact that in a couple of months, we will be celebrating the 2-Year Anniversary of the date She took me as Her pet, and how awesome the last two years together have been.

And so, the second half of this blog entry will be my essay, and it's focused on You, Princess, because it's gonna be about our relationship. Of course, everyone else is welcome to read it too... I don't think Princess Grace will mind.

"What I Think It Takes"

When I'm in the chatroom, other people will ask me, "Where's Princess?" or "Have you seen Princess?" I had never given this a whole lot of thought before, but while thinking about this essay, I realized that most of the people who ask me this recognize the fact that Princess Grace and I are close friends, and so they think that I must know where She is at any given time. I usually don't know any more than anybody else, but I will agree that our relationship is special, and different than what I've seen with most others. This thought led me to the main topic of my essay, which is, what do I do that's different from others who never develop such a close relationship with Her?

In the 2 years that I have been Ms Grace's pet, I have seen quite a few people come and go. It always amazes me to see the methods that some people use to try and impress a Mistress to the point where She will take them as a pet. I'm not gonna go into specifics here, but I am constantly left shaking my head at the things some people do to get a Mistress' attention, which to my mind can't help but torpedo their chances. Instead, all I'm gonna write about are the things that I try to do in order to be a good pet for Ms Grace.

The first thing I do is to try and understand the reality of the situation. I can picture a lot of people right now who probably fell out of their chairs hearing that, because I've been accused many times of not being able to separate fantasy from reality, but I'm not going to get into that here, except to say that everything I do, no matter if it looks extreme to others or not, gives me some kind of satisfaction and makes me happy.

The reality that I'm talking about is that I try to keep in mind that Princess Grace is a professional PSO, who makes a living taking phone calls from clients. Any interaction that might occur outside of the paid phone call is Extra Credit and totally by Her choice. I'm NOT talking about meeting Her in person, but She may choose to exchange IMs or emails with people, and the reasons could be anything from wanting to keep the client interested between calls, to doing it because She just genuinely enjoys interacting with them. What I do is to try to make sure that She truly likes interacting with me.

In any relationship, and even though this may be a different type of relationship, it's a two-way street. The expression, "You get out of a relationship what you put into it" is very true in this case. I try to understand what it is that Princess enjoys, what feeds Her needs, and give as much of it as I can to Her. If I know that She enjoys being in control, then I give Her control. If I know that She enjoys locking people up, then I am willing to be locked up. If I know that She does NOT like to be pushed into things, then I don't do things that push Her. If I know that She likes to laugh, I try to make Her laugh.

The key here is that I keep in mind that this is not "all about me". Instead, as I see it, it's "all about Ms Grace", and I am always seeing people who clearly think that Princess owes them Her attention on a silver platter. This amounts to "pushing", and it doesn't surprise me that these people may not get a whole lot of contact with Princess outside of phone calls.

I think that Princess enjoys the fact that I'm always "willing". I'm willing to do things for Her that give Her enjoyment or tickle Her Domme bone. I don't ever have to worry about Her asking me do things that could be overly dangerous, and because of that, I can truthfully say that I would do anything for Her that She asks me to do. I trust Her completely, and that's why I don't worry. At the same time, being totally willing to do anything She tells me to do scratches my subbie itch as well. What we do is work together, and it gives us both satisfaction. Again, it's a 2-way street, and I recognize that.

Princess Grace also has a personal life, outside of Her area of employment. On occasion, She needs to take care of Her personal needs, and in doing so, She becomes less visible at times. This causes many of Her pets to suffer from withdrawal, and I'll admit that I can be affected by it too, especially if it lasts for very long. But if I keep in mind what I said above, about this being "about Her", I will calm down and realize that She needs time for personal things too, and it doesn't help to keep badgering Her. Don't keep bugging Her about it, just leave it alone... She'll be back.

Lastly, I try always to treat Her with respect. There have been instances in the chatroom where people try to be clever and funny, and say things to Princess that you don't say to ANY woman, let alone a Mistress that you are trying to impress. What are they thinking? That this is gonna endear Her to them? Be clever, be funny, but above all, be respectful. Making Her not like you is not the best way to impress Her.

I don't claim to be the best pet around, or even an especially good one, but I know that I have enjoyed almost 2 years of this special relationship with Princess Grace, so maybe I'm doing a few things right. At least it works for me. I'm not bragging, but if you want to know why Princess is not giving you the attention that you're seeking, look at yourself in the mirror first.

With that, I'm gonna close out this post, and since tonight is Thursday, I'll see a lot of you at Tease Time tonight.

Princess, as always, Your bitchas wuvs You! See You tonight!

little bitchass

Well Let's See... Where Do I Start?

Before I start my report on last night's Tease Time chat, I wanted to tell you that I actually had a pretty good reason this time for not updating my blog in the past week. I live down here on the Gulf Coast of Texas, and for the past couple of weeks, the afternoon temperatures have been hanging in the mid to upper 90s, and since I'm close to the Gulf of Mexico, the humidity here will just beat the living crap out of you. I have been able to live with that in the past, as long as I could come inside and soak up some air conditioning when I needed it.

This is where the problems of the last week come in...

I had been noticing that my AC blower was starting to run more and more constantly, and it just wasn't keeping the place as cool as it should. Then, by last weekend, the blower would just never shut off. So, since I was not born into the Rockefeller family, I tried to diagnose and fix the fan problem on my own. I was spending a lot of time up in the attic in the evenings after work, and if you've ever been in a Houston attic in the summertime, you'll know how much fun that is. One thing it's good for is losing weight, but to be honest, the misery is just not worth it.

The good news is that I figured out what part was broken, but the bad news is that after looking at what was gonna be required to replace it, I decided to call in the experts. I am now the proud owner of a new furnace/AC unit, and quite a bit lighter in the purse. So besides being exhaused from sweating my ass off in the attic, committing to pay out 4 grand didn't leave me in much of a mood to write anything funny.

Explanation and rant over...

A couple of nights of cool air works wonders on your ambition level, and so I thought I'd write a little about the latest Tease Time. As you may or may not know, the Stroke Princess did not make last week's Tease Time because of some nasty computer gremlins. She made it in last night though, much to the delight of a roomful of needy-wanty chatters.

Princess filled us all in on a toy She is considering as Her new favorite. Before you get excited and fall over and die because you think She is abandoning the Aneros, breathe easier. The new toy is another type of Aneros, called the Aneros Progasm, and it's bigger and looks more like a cock than the original Aneros. I think Her next step will be to find some "volunteers" to try the thing out for Her.

Speaking of volunteers, I seem to have a lot of people who are trying to help me out by reminding Princess that I am presently not locked up, and they seem to think that it would be much better for me if I was. To my ever so helpful friends, I have one thing to say to you... STOP FUCKING HELPING ME! Princess took notice and mentioned that since I've been unlocked and cumming 3 times a week for a while now, that it might just be time to get back into the cage.

She also informed the chatrom that She is taking dance lessons. From what I gather, She's going to learn pole dancing, lap dancing, and strip dancing. It's just one more way for Her to drive us all nuts and send us to Wantland.

Bankyboo was in the room, and Princess Grace revealed plans to have him call one of the newer LDW Ladies, Empress Jill, and have him try to convince her that he is a real manly man. So far, his track record with convincing other Mistresses has not been so good, so we'll just have to wait and see how this goes. I hope Empress Jill has a good sense of humor.

Someone started talking in GeekSpeak, and Princess started getting hugely turned on by this. As you know, Princess adores geeks, and it's well known that She gets all hot and bothered by geeks and comic books, and has been known to cum spontaneously at the mention of Battlestar Gallactica. I tried getting her to cum by chanting BSG BSG BSG BSG, and I think it got Her really close, but I wasn't able to hear the telltale hiccup to confirm it.

Princess ended up the evening by teasing everyone with hot descriptions of Catwoman and Wonder Woman. I was OK until She started talking about licking in between the ass cheeks of Catwoman's leather outfit, after she got them all sweaty from climbing all over the place and whipping Batman into submission. I'l admit that I was wishing that Thursday nights were my cumming nights, but they aren't, and so I stayed frustrated.

The Stroke Princess was having so much fun teasing us to distraction, that She ended up distracting Herself and letting Tease Time run 15 minutes longer than the usual hour.

One last point, after Princess left the chat, I noticed that I seemed to have a lot of people asking me questions about cock cages and buttplugs. What's up with that? How am I supposed to know? Does everybody think I'm an expert on these things? Well OK, maybe I know a couple of things.... but geesh...

That's it for today, everybody, I'll see you all next time.

Princess Grace, as always, I'm so damn happy to be Yours and Your bitchass wuvs You to death!

little bitchass

Oh, there was one other thing I meant to mention... Princess told us in chat that She's getting a yummy new pair of boots, but I'll just let Her tell you all about those when She's ready.

Somebody Write Something! I'm The Only One Who's Allowed To Slack Off Around Here!

Well, OK, except for the Stroke Princess... Princess is allowed to procrastinate as long as She wants. The only person who's writing these days is Miss Tara, who's resistance has finally been hammered down to the point where She came down with a nasty BSG infection. Next thing we know, billyBear will talk Her into going for a ride in his Transmorgifier.

I think the last post I saw was from Bankyboo, and that was at least 5 days ago. But I think I know why nobody has been posting for the past 5 days. You're all waiting breathlessly for my Tease Time Report, right?

See? I KNEW it!

Well it's been my intention to write a Tease Time Report ever since Friday, but writing it at my job like I usually do has been impossible and my weekend was taken up because the neighborhood nazi association has been on my ass to do some work out in my front yard. It's been hotter than a mouthfull of habaneros around here and so humid that you need to wear a scuba tank just to breathe. So working outside all weekend has left my little bitchass dragging. I just don't feel like doing anything that involves moving. Last night after I got home from work and did my walkies for Princess, I turned my computer on and then went and laid on the couch for the rest of the night. Even though I'm allowed to cum once each night that I walk, I couldn't even get my ass off of the couch to do it. Don't ya feel sorry for me? A little???

I've got a chance today, so I'm writing this during the tail end of my lunch hour at work, but I just found out that I left my Tease Time notes sitting on my computer desk at home.

Super... now I can't remember shit about what we did during Tease Time last Thursday.

OK, I do remember Princess Grace being there. And there were also a lot of needywanty chatters there. I know, that part was easy, but give me a break. At least I'm trying.

During the chat, I was on the lookout for the miniHulk and the Green Princess, but neither one showed up in the chatroom. I still think there is a vague resemblance between Princess Grace and the Green Princess, and even though I still haven't seen them both in the same place at the same time, I couldn't be positive and so I didn't mention anything about it in the chatroom.

Princess has been doing really well on Her fitness program, and from what She said, She has a DVD by the female trainer from Hell on "The Biggest Loser" who is kicking Her butt all over the living room floor. But Princess won't back down from a challenge, and so She has hung in there, even though every muscle in Her yummy body is sore.

She did say that She gave Her sore muscles a break one day and did yoga instead. Yoga sounds interesting to me, and I was very interested in learning some of the positions that Princess talked about. She suggested "The Cobra" for me, which sounds really cool! I was wondering if there is a pose called "The Mantis" which would prolly be perfect for me. I might need some vict... errrr... volunteers who would help me out by getting into the supporting position called "The Juicy Neck".

OK, I'm out of time and have to go back to work, so here's what I'm gonna do... I'll post this so I can at least keep Lucky from being forced to go over to the Walmart, and keep Pantysue from having to endure another night of lapdancing. OK, I realize that keeping Pantysue away from lapdancers is harder than getting Vaseline out of your hair, but at least maybe I can save Lucky from those filthy bathrooms. So when I get home from work today, IF I have time, and IF I have the energy, I'll read through my Tease Time notes and add anything that I think you all might be interested in reading about, and then I'll republish this. I'll try it this way for this week anyway, so we'll see how it works out. Actually, it may work out well because you'll have to visit my blog twice, since I AM going for the 20,000 readers milestone.

In the event I don't get to it tonight, oh well... sorry about that... but I'll give it my best shot.

OK, I've gotta go... see you all soon... and Princess, as always, Your bitchass wuvs You!

little bitchass

P.S. Ace! Get your ass back here!


Note from next day... I know you're not gonna believe me, but I looked all over my computer desk at home last night for my Tease Time notes, and they were not where I thought they were. I looked through everything on my desk here at work today and can't find them here either. I hope they didn't end up in some catalog where they'll fall out when the next person opens it.

Either way, there won't be any additional Tease Time nuggets added to this post. You'll just have to wait for next week's report. I'm sooooooo sorry....

I'm Down And Just In Time For Tonight's Chat...

I'm happy to report that I'm now back on the ground and doing fine after an extended visit to the ladies room. Thanks go out to Miss Tara, Lucky, and Giantess Gretchen for organizing and carrying out a very dangerous rescue maneuver. I have to say that Giantess Gretchen's punt of Lucky's blimp afterwards was really impressive! I only found out later that it eventually came down over in Lake Mead.

In case anybody is looking for me, I'll be busy for the next week or two squeezing out a tanker truck full of pineapple juice, as well as arranging delivery of some Godiva Chocolates for Miss Tara and some hot boot videos for Lucky.

And BTW, I want to clear up one thing. The reports that I had become huge were totally innacurate. I am still the same size as I was before. The camera angle just made it appear that I had grown to the size of Big Tex.

I'm also planning on attending the Stroke Princess' Tease Time chat tonight, and I will be looking forward to giving lots of dirty looks to all of my "friends" who left me stranded up on that tower for all that time. I thought I might get a lift down from PantyKong, but she kept getting distracted by the lap dancers and the last I saw of her, she was humping that Eifel Tower thingy with her cage. Strangely enough, Princess Grace has kept a conspicuous silence through all of this.

As for those responsible for putting me up there in the first place and nearly ruining my precious flower car in the process, my lawyers will be talking to you as soon as they can find you. It seems that sightings of the Incredible Dork and the Green Princess have completely stopped, as if the two of them have totally fallen off the face of the earth. If my lawyers can't find them, I'll have to bring in the big guns by hiring my friend Friday to do the job. I suppose she'll have to bring that incompetent boss of hers along. She signed some kind of an employment agreement with him that obligates her to let other people think that Tracer is actually the brains of the outfit. Well, all I can say is that without her, Tracer's PI business would go down the shithole along with all those bean burritos.

Well, it's Thursday and I hope that Ms Grace makes it to Tease Time tonight. Maybe the Green Princess will show up in Her place instead. I'm not sure of the connection between the two, but there's a certain resemblance there besides the green color, and She and the Green Princess have never been seen at the same location at the same time. I'm beginning to suspect that there may be some connection between the two. But that could'nt be, could it? Princess Grace could never leave Her little bitchass sitting up on top of a tower for all that time... could She??? OK, I know She left me in that pink plastic cage a few times for a lot longer than that, but still......

Well, I expect all of you at Tease Time tonight at 10 Eastern in the Kink Chatroom. We'll see who shows up, whether it's the Stroke Princess or the Green Princess. Only time will tell.

See y'all there!

little bitchass

Tease Time and I Was Wrong.. It IS As Dire As I Thought...

Last night's Tease Time started out like most others. The Stroke Princess arrived and everyone else in the room instantly got needy and wanty... including me... Of course, I had good reason to be... I don't do my walkies on Thursday, so I had not cum in over a day! I don't know what anybody else was needy and wanty about.

Talking about my walkies is a good lead-in to my next topic, which is, as usual, MsGrace. Princess has embarked on a workout program, and claims it's making Her feel really good. That's great news! When Princess feels good, the rest of us feel good. When Princess doesn't feel good, She occupies Her time by looking at Her massive keyring full of keys, and starts thinking about who's locked up and who's not. That's when She usually looks in Pantysue's direction.

Princess is also replacing all of Her food and drinks with bottled water. Now, I know from being on Princess' water program, that drinking a lot of water means a lot of extra trips to the bathroom, and She only has me drinking 5 glasses a day. With as much water that Princess says She's drinking, She must practically live in Her bathroom. Wonder if She has been taking Her calls from in there? I'll have to listen carefully on my next call and see if I can hear that rich reverb that makes everybody sound so good when they sing in the shower.

One mystery that I have to try and figure out was why Princess is acquiring a collection of umbrellas from Banky. Either She is expecting one heck of a lot of rain, or there is a new umbrella perversion starting up that I've never heard about. I'll have to ask Lucky about this because he knows a lot about obscure sexual perversions.

This brings us around to the reason for the title to this post. In my last post, I said I was having an attack of conscience about the way I had been treating the Incredible Half-pint. Well, I was wrong. BillyHulk came into the chatroom late, and proceeded to threaten and terrorize everyone. Well, at least he threatened me plenty of times last night. He might be tiny, but there's just no excuse for picking people up, throwing them around, and generally acting like an asshat, so I'm not gonna feel sorry for that diminutive dork anymore. Funny though, I noticed that he didn't try to pick up Princess and throw Her. I wonder why that was?

There was another chatter in the room last night who was fairly close to the same size as Shrinking Violet, and so billyHulk naturally gravitated over to our multi-legged friend, Tonydshrimp. Shrimpy is normally very mildmannered and polite, but billyHulk is obviously a bad influence on him. Maybe once billyHulk shrinks enough so that he's smaller than Shrimpy, then he won't hold as much sway over the Noble Shrimp.

As it was, billyHulk coerced Shrimpy to start climbing up Princess like She was Mount Grace or something. At one point, Little Green sunk a piton into my leg, so he could get a headstart on Shrimpy with his climb. Have you ever had somebody jab a sharp steel piton deep into your thigh? Well, let me tell you it hurts! And you wonder why I'm not feeling so compassionate after last night?

Well, the climb continued, with both the tiny crustacean and the language challenged mutant exploring the various hills and caves that they encountered along the way. Of course, Princess turned the climb into one of Her patented teases and before long everyone else in the room started to climb onto Her too. This got Princess a bit irritated, and so She cranked Her sex swing up close to the ceiling and only the two teenie-weenies were allowed to hang on. Eventually though, I think Princess started to get annoyed by the constant threats and mouthing off by billyHulk, and when an opportunity presented itself, Princess acted on it.

That opportunity arrived in the form of a new blogger, Betty Ross. For some unexplained reason, Betty has some kind of a warped attraction to billyHulk, and wants to hug and kiss him a lot.

Eeeeiiiiuuuwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww!

Anyway, as soon as Betty got inside the door, Princess grabbed the little green turd by the ear and tossed him right at Betty. Betty made a very impressive backhanded stab and snagged billyHulk on the first bounce. Little hulkiewulkie is pretty much socially challenged, so instead of complimenting Betty on her nice catch, he instead reacted to her gesture by trying to stick one of his pitons into her forehead.

While all this was going on, Princess horrified Shrimpy by informing him that She had eaten a bunch of his brothers and sisters earlier that day for lunch. Even though he was stunned by Her revelation, I noticed that he didn't try to get down from his perch on top of one of Her Twin Peaks. I guess Shrimpy must have lots of unnecessary relatives. and can spare a few here and there.

And on that note, that's my report on this week's Tease Time. Be sure to visit next week's Tease Time with the Stroke Princess next Thursday night in the Kink Chatroom at 10 Eastern.

And as always Princess, Your bitchass wuvs You! Oh! Guess what???

little bitchass