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

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

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.

Well It's That Time Again!

Yes, time to give you a little reminder and also to bore you with a few other things.

OK, the reminder is first! For anyone who is not partially or fully comatose, you probably already know that today is Thursday, and all of you Stroke Princess fans know what that means. In case you don't, it means that Ms Grace, Cockteasing Bitch and Mindfucktress Extraordinaire, will be on Talkshoe tonight doing Her weekly Provocatalk Show. Showtime is 10PM Eastern. Tonight is Episode III, and your guess is as good as mine as to what Princess Grace is gonna talk about tonight. But no matter, just show up and it'll be good. Princess never disappoints.

I heard from a certain blue CareBear today that the little Talkshoe widget thingies on our blogs seem to be broken at the moment, and so you may not be able to use those to get to Talkshoe. And don't complain to me about it, if it's broken, it's either something on Talkshoe's end, or BillyBear was lying his bright red ass off to me. Not my fault, OK???

So just go to http://www.talkshoe.com/ and sign on. If you haven't registered yet, do that first. It's free and it's easy to do. Once you get in, you can do a search using Princess Grace, and it should point you to a button for Her show. Open the chatroom and open the streaming audio, and you should be in business. If the software crashes, don't blame me, I didn't write it. I explained this already in an earlier post, so that's all you're getting. I'm at work so I can't be hanging around here for too much longer.

As for me, I'll just give you a little update about what's been happening in my little world.

Today marks Day 26 of my most recent lockdown in the CB 2000. I've been trying not to let thoughts of the cage consume me, and I've been pretty successful in that this time around. Part of the reason is that I've been keeping busy, and part is that I was able to get the best combination of spacers this time, and the cage has never fit better. I know this is hard to believe, but I'd actually lost count of the number of days it's been, and had to look back in my blog to my last call with Princess to find out. But I don't mean to say that I don't know constantly that I have the cage on, just that I'm not letting it consume all my thoughts like it did the last go around, and I haven't even come close to having any tender parts try to pull through the rings. I still know it's there every time I move, but it's just not as uncomfortable as it was every other time that I've worn it. It still pinches me, and it's a huge pain to keep clean, but it's worth all of the inconvenience because it always reminds me of the reason it's there, which is Princess. I'm still no less needy and wanty than last time, and I want out of it in the worst fucking way. I hate this fucking cage, but I love wearing it for Princess. I don't expect anybody to understand that, but it's true.

I got the ballet boots that I showed you the picture of in a previous post, but haven't had a whole lot of chances to wear them to get used to them.... if that's even possible. The first time I wore them, I couldn't stand up unless I kept my legs bent a little at the knee. If I tried to straighten my legs it hurt really bad. I asked my GG friend about that, and she says it's normal, and that it takes a while for the muscles and tendons to stretch. She says I could sleep in them and it would prolly help a little. Perfect!

Oh, the Points of Intrigue also arrived, but I haven't installed them yet, partly because Princess will tell me when it's time, and partly because with the cage fitting as well as it it with no pulling out, I'd hate to mess things up by putting those in right now. I'll wait and see what Princess decides on that.

Let's see.. what else? Oh... I've posted the first of Corruptrix' diary entries here, and I have no idea when the next entry will be. She got herself all worked up and depressed while she wrote the last one, and disappeared for a few days after she wrote it. I have no idea where she went, but I kept an eye on the newspapers and watched CNN a lot to see if any disasters were happening anywhere. She's back in town now, and I'm not even gonna ask.... I do know that she has been having some trouble with that Angry Goth Fucking Princess girl and WolverBilly, and that she even had a little run in with Lucky. Nobody has gotten hurt yet, so I guess that's a good thing. I think she just has a bad day every so often.

Well, I think that's enough for today, and I think I'll get back to work so I can get home in time to do some more practicing on my Breadstick Dance. I have a feeling I'm gonna be having to do an especially good version of it for the Stroke Princess this time.

See You tonight on Provocatalk, Princess! Your bitchass wuvs You!

Bye for now, everybody!

little bitchass

Provocatalk On Talkshoe, Episode 2

After a one week hiatus from Tease Time, the Stroke Princess returned to Talkshoe last night for Episode 2 of Her wildly popular program. Only thing is, it doesn't seem to be called Tease Time any more. Now it's Provocatalk. Welcome back Princess! Thanks for the heads-up on that name change!

::giggles::

I've gotta say, for it only being Her second show ever, and having to deal with distracting software difficulties most of the night, Ms Grace did another wonderful job, and She sounds as good or better than She ever has!

I have a couple of little vents to make first, however...

Whoever came up with the idea for how the chat window in Talkshoe Pro would be formatted has either never been in a chatroom in his life, or else just has his head stuck in his ass all the way up to his shoulders. It's a freakin' unbelievable pain in the ass to try and keep track of the conversation in this format, especially if there are more than about ten chatters in the room at the same time and trying to talk. I hope you're listening... What the fuck were you thinking, YOU STUPID MORON???

Uhh... sorry...

Add to this piece of shit formatting the fact that the software seemed to be freezing up on Princess and others most of the night, and you can see why I'm praising Princess so much for the way She handled Herself. (Go ahead and laugh at the unintentional pun if you want... I did...)

Even BillyBear, who constantly brags about his dumb old MAC, was getting frustrated beyond belief. I was in an IM with him at one point during the show, and BillyBear commented that the Talkshoe Pro software was the only software to ever freeze up his MAC. I would normally have busted a gut laughing at him for that, but I felt kinda sorry for the chubby little blue critter, and so I kept my mouth shut.

I'm just hoping there's gonna be some bug fixing done on the Pro software before too very long.

We also had a couple of new chatters in the room who clearly must not have been able to hear what Ms Grace was talking about, because they insisted in trying to ram through their own agendas, which had nothing whatsoever to do with the topic Princess was talking about. Please people, when you come into the chatroom, listen first and pick up on the topic before you go spouting off about your upcoming makeovers or whether or not Princess wants to fuck you in the ass through your pantyhose. And if you do decide to bring up a change of subject, if your suggestion gets ignored, don't try to keep pushing it through over and over. There's prolly a very good reason why it got ignored in the first place! Geeesh!

Now that the venting is out of the way, I'll tell you a few more things, and then show you how you can go and listen to the replay for yourself.

Princess had a very special guest call in to the show, the lovely and talented Domina Amanda. It was a pleasure listening to these two awesome Mistresses going back and forth, sharing experiences and techniques, and the conversation was downright erotic and uhhh.. stimulating the whole time. Not good for the caged amongst us, but I mean that in a very good way. There was even some talk of Princess Grace and Domina Amanda doing some more two-Mistress calls together, and I think poor Pantysue may be one of their next vict..... errr.... callers. Good luck with that, Pantysue! It was nice knowin' ya, sis!

We also had a first-time caller named Lestat call in, and I think he had no idea what kind of a program he was calling in to. He seemed at first to be a little confused, but maybe that's common for vampires, since most of them prolly don't have much room for computers in their coffins, and so maybe don't know a whole lot about PSOs and sexually oriented chatrooms. But Lestat picked it up quickly, and he seemed to be having a great time. I must say though, that even though he's a big famous vampire and all, I think he more than met his match in Princess Grace and Domina Amanda.

Well, that's about all I have time to write this week, but if you would like to hear Provocatalk Episode 2 in it's entirety, there is a Talkshoe widget over on the righthand sidebar of this blog. Just click on "Select a Past Episode", and fasten your seatbelt, because these two Mistresses are definitely capable of taking you on the ride of your life!

And be sure to watch Princess Grace's blog for some future surprises at Provocatalk, that may... and I'm just sayin'... MAY... include more frequent appearances by Domina Amanda!

Your bitchass wuvs You, Princess!

Later, everybody!

little bitchass

Welcome Back Ms Grace! The Stroke Princess Is Back!

I don't know if I have enough material this morning to write one of my normally long-winded blogposts, but one thing I want to be sure to do is to welcome Princess Grace back from Her well-deserved mini-vacation. We all missed You a LOT, Princess, and it's great to have You back amongst Your pets. I hope You had a great time and are well rested and ready to tease!

I wasn't in the Kink Chatroom very much during the time She was gone, mainly because I was trying to keep a low profile, and trying to avoid the normal sniping that always seems to happen when She is away. One thing I always seem to notice in the chatroom during Her times away, and it's sad really, is that some of the chatters seem to feel that Princess does not have the right to a personal life outside of LDW Space. They obviously think that they have some kind of ownership rights to Her free time, and if She decides that She wants to take a little trip to enjoy Herself, they bitch and moan about Her neglecting them. That's just being selfish, folks. This is only my opinion, but it bugs the hell out of me to see people making little remarks in the chatroom that make it seem like it's wrong somehow for Her to want some time to take care of Her own needs.

Ms Grace is awesome at what She does, and technically doesn't "owe" any of us anything except for the call time that we pay Her for. That She DOES care about us and gives us contact with Her outside of the calls, is something extra that SHE chooses to do, and we should appreciate it when She gives it, and we should never EVER take that kindness for granted. Please just remember that She has a lot of needy pets, and last time I checked, Her day only has 24 hours in it, just like ours does.

I admit that I have fallen into this same trap before, putting my own needs before Hers and feeling sorry for myself, but I always end up feeling terribly guilty about it when She comes back and sends me that first IM.

I guess what I'm saying is that we should all take a chill pill and remember that the Stroke Princess has a life too, and we should just take what She gives us and not expect any more than that. If you think She's neglecting you, please keep it to yourself and out of the public chatroom until you can get over it. She already gives us so much more than She is obligated to, and that's simply because She cares.

Sorry about this post turning into a little vent, but that is gonna happen sometimes when you write a stream of consciousness type of entry. I'll try to do better on the next one.

Princess, welcome back, and I for one am really looking forward to hearing you this Thursday night when you resume Tease Time on Talkshoe! Wuv You!

See all of you next time!

little bitchass


P.S. It's been two weeks for me now Princess. Don't You think that's long enough in this cage? ::nervous giggle::

Saturday Night Fever... Sunday Morning Coming Down...

I'd been a little down the past couple of weeks. It'd been wayyyy too long since my last phonecall with the Stroke Princess, and before I could get the next call arranged, something happened in RealWorld that had largely closed my window of opportunity to call. We had originally planned for a call next weekend, and Princess was going to decide what She wanted to do to me during the call. But fate intervened, and the calling window got flung wide open a week early, so I scrambled to get ahold of Princess to try and arrange the call. I couldn't reach Her on Friday night, and it was beginning to look bad for Saturday night as well. I really started to think that my opportunity was wasted when midnight came and went, and still no word from Ms Grace.

In my last IM of many to Her that day, I had told Her that I would be able to do the call at any time of the night, it didn't matter how late, and I left my home and cell numbers so She could wake me up if I fell asleep. I've never had a wake-up call from Princess before, but I understand that She enjoys catching you in that "I just woke up and I'm stupid" state. Eventually, I got a short IM from Princess letting me know that a call was running long, and wanting to know how long was I gonna be up.

Now, as needy for a call that I had been for the past week, I wasn't about to tell Her that I was going to bed and we'd have to reschedule for next weekend, so I told Her I'd be ready any time as long as it was TONIGHT! And so, I played around on the computer for another hour or two, and was about to go lay down for a nap, when I was startled by the ringing of the phone. Sure enough, Princess was on the line. Never a doubt!

We had a lot of catching up to do on things, and talked a lot about blogs, prezzies, Her vacation plans, and also the newest thing, Talkshoe, which I mentioned in my last Tease Time Report. Eventually we got around to the play part of the call. Now, if you think that Princess Grace ever forgets anything you tell Her, just get that idea out of your head right now. In the week before we settled on when I was gonna call Her, I had mentioned to Her that it had been so long since we had last played, that I kinda felt like I was slipping away from Her (which was a stupid thing to think, I know, but that's what happens when I don't call in awhile). Don't make this mistake or I guarantee that you will pay for it.

Since Princess had not had any time to plan where She wanted to go with me, She fell back on what She knew (ie: everything) about my kinks and interests, no matter how insignificant they might've seemed when I mentioned them to Her. And so, next thing I know, I'm being shown a really scary looking pair of locking ballet boots, and being told to order them. If you've never seen these boots before, they look like this:


When the subject of ballet boots had come up in the past, we had both talked about how sexy they looked, and how it looked almost impossible to stand up in them, let alone walk in them. Princess had joked that She should make me get a pair and wear them for all my calls. That way, if She sent me to the bedroom to get a toy, or to the kitchen for some ice, I might just have to crawl through the house to do it. That image made me roar with laughter. That is, until She told me to buy them NOW!

Super...

Then, Princess took what I had told Her about slipping away, and turned it squarely back against me. She started talking about the cage. yes, "the cage", the dreaded CB2000 from Hell... the same one that was my pink plastic prison for 78 days near the end of last year. Princess came right out and tried to get me to admit that I wanted to get back into it again. Now this may surprise you, and I thought it might surprise Princess too...

"Ummm.. no, Princess, I can't lie to You, I really don't want to wear it..."

To be honest, my answer had surprised me. But She wasn't surprised in the least! As a matter of fact, She fucking laughed at me!

"I'm not surprised, honey" ::giggles:: "Nobody who has been locked up for as long as you were wants to get back into the cage again."

"But thinking of that, you've been free for a long time, and since I don't want you slipping away from Me any more, I think you need to wear something physical that will keep giving you little reminders of your Mistress. The collar does that, so does the tattoo, but there's nothing quite like a cage to keep Me on your mind, night and day!" ::giggles::

And so, with that, She pounced...

She started another of Her awesome teases on me... She talked about bondage... restraining me... making me wear the ballet boots... stretched tight with a chain hanging from the ceiling... flicking me with Her new pink and black flogger... Building the intensity more and more, as only Princess Grace can do it, until finally...

"How much do you want to cum for Me, baby? Tell Me! Tell your Mistress how much you want to cum! Say it louder! Come on honey... scream it for Me! That's a good girl! Scream it louder! How bad do you want to cum for Me???"

I don't remember too much about how I was responding here, because I had been sunk into subspace since the very second She pounced. I think I got pretty loud, but you'll have to ask Her to find out. Let's just say that I told Her yes.. I would kinda like to cum...

"That's it, honey! Now cum for your Princess! CUM FOR ME!!!"

I would imagine that the feelings at this moment are prolly universal to all of us pets. Feelings become amplified. Tunnel vision sets in. This is it! The BIG RELEASE! Time stands still until the feelings start to recede like a wave heading back down the beach. Then it's over.

Once I had gotten my breath back, Princess started back in, telling me to go clean up, get the cage, bring it back to the phone with me, and put it on. I told Princess that I didn't have a lock that I could use, except for the serialized plastic locks. That ploy didn't work, because Princess informed me that the plastic locks would be fine for now. But it also meant that I was going to have to take a picture of the lock on the cage, and email that to Her. She said that She might want to verify the serial number with another picture in the next couple of days.

In the meantime I was told to order a new brass lock, and as another example of Princess never forgetting what you tell Her, I also have to order another devious little item. This comes from another thoughtless admission to Princess quite a while back, when I told Her that I could pull myself out of the back end of the cage. This was only to make washing myself easier, but Princess saw the possibility of illegal cummies while I was out. Now this was months ago, but She now has me ordering the "Points of Intrigue", and when both those and the new lock arrive, we'll cut off the plastic lock, install the Points of Intrigue, and install the new lock. Princess didn't say it, but I assume that my keys will be mailed to Her soon after that.

So after a little more conversation, the call was history and we said our goodnights. After some sleep, it really sunk in that I was actually locked back up again. For how long? Princess wouldn't tell me. ::sigh:: But before I close the post, I want to touch on something regarding chastity cages.....

I'm constantly reading forum posts or chatroom conversation where someone pleads with a Mistress to lock him or her into a chastity cage of some sort. I suspect that most of the people who ask for this have never been locked up for very long, or more likely have never had the pleasure at all. I can understand this though, because I was more or less the same way before I got locked up for almost 3 months. By the end of that lockdown I had to break and cry before She would let me out. All I want to say to those people is that wearing a chastity device for more than about a week at a time is not as easy as it sounds. Think hard before asking for it, because you'll find out that long-term lockup is not quite the fun fantasy that you think it is now. If you can put up with the hygiene issues, the discomfort, and the lack of erections or orgasms, then by all means go for it. But bottom line is, be careful what you wish for.

But the good part is, the harder the task, the more satisfying it is to do it, especially if you're doing it because it pleases Princess.

I don't think I've mentioned this yet, but I wuvs my Tormentrix, Princess Grace!

See you next time!

little bitchass

Back To The Tease Time, Part II...

Last night was Thursday night, and of course you all know what Thursday night means. Yes... it's Tease Time with the Stroke Princess night! Last night was no different, according to Lucky, who ventured into the murky future and claimed to have read this post there.

Now, I don't have any recollection of ever writing this post before, so I'll go into the future and look and let you know what I find.

::pause for time travel::

OK, I'm back here in the past now. Lucky was right. This post is posted there, but it beats the hell outta me when I wrote it. But since it's there, I'll show it to you. There are some inaccuracies that I'll have to correct, since there actually was no Tease Time Chat last night, but you'll get the gist of what actually didn't happen. I'll post my corrections in a different font or something, so you'll be able to tell that they were added in the past, after the future happened. So here goes...

Princess never came into the room right at the stroke of 10. She would've told everyone about Her day, and all the hot guys She teased, all the sissies She made envious, and all the prezzies She got for Valentine's Day. It's a wonder She could fit everything into Her schedule and still not make it to Tease Time!

First of all, there were not 3 new MP3s! How cool is that? I'm just too excited to tell you about those, so go to Princess' blog, and give them a listen sometime after She puts them up!

Pantysue was not in attendance, and never told her tale of woe about her continuing permanent chastity at the lovely hands of Princess Grace. Pantysue has not been locked up tight for at least 97 days now, and I don't know how she's not able to handle it. (Actually, nobody is able to handle it as long as it's locked in Princess' cage.)

BillyBear never came in, his ass wasn't red and raw from his severe beating by Miss Tara for what he actually said in his blog about Her. He would've proceeded to whine and complain about Miss Tara's horrible treatment of his baboon butt. Needless to say, he also would've had to stand up for the whole chat.

Lucky also never came in, mostly to not talk about his new company, which produces secret videos of all his friends in compromising positions. He is most famous for his OG video, but he has a new one now, that shows BillyBear during one of his many therapy sessions.

Ace was next to not come into Tease Time, after being on the road for the last 8 months. He never gave us all lot of yummy secret facts about the workings of the new factory. I hope the new owner doesn't find out that he would've told us all that confidential information.

The Prophet was not even there, and he never gave us all such astounding predictions about the future that I'm afraid to tell you what they weren't. You'll have to ask him what they weren't if you weren't at the nonexistent Tease Time last night to not hear them when he never rattled them off. Wait til you don't hear the latest one he would've made about Princess! OMG!

Saving the best for last, Princess not only was not in the chatroom, but She was also not on Her Webcam so we all couldn't see Her, and did She ever not put on an unbelievable show! You wouldn't believe how quickly She would've worked Herself up to a fever pitch, and never held Herself there on the edge for ages, while She didn't let the rest of us stroke and rub until we would've caught up to Her. Then, with just a single touch, and in the most awesome orgasm ever, Princess fucking never erupted into an avalanche of shrieks, followed by a continuous chorus of hiccuping the likes of which have never been heard in civilized society before! And still haven't, for that matter!

When She was finally not able to speak in comprehensible phrases, She didn't do the unthinkable! SHE didn't LET US ALL CUM! All of us that is, except for poor locked-up Pantysue, who was only able to not sit in the corner and not even cry, never snapping away like so many soggy breadsticks.

And so that was not how Tease Time would've ended this week. I wonder if Princess will be able to top this one when She comes in next week?

I really do wuvs my Stroke Princess! :)

little bitchass

60 Days! I've Been Locked Up For 60 Freaking Days!

I'm totally screwed by the Stroke Princess... No keys... so there's no easy way out unless I break Her cage, which I don't think I could make myself do... It just fully sunk in while I was wall-climbing this morning. Today it's difficult! 2 goddamned months! No wonder I'm nuts! And this is probably only gonna get worse and worse. Everything was pretty tolerable until I went past 50 days, but now....... UGHHHHHHH!

OK, I've gotta stop thinking about it... Got to try and stay out of Princess' blog for the rest of today... Get back to work and keep what's left of my mind occupied....

If I'm foolish enough to come to Midnight Madness tonight, can I maybe borrow a straightjacket from somebody?

Sorry about the vent... I'm hoping this will pass...

::Practices breadstick dance::

little bitchass

Breadsticks, Anyone?

I was browsing a bondage newsgroup over a cup of coffee this morning and a little series of pictures caught my attention. It's funny how seeing a particular pic can trigger memories of feelings I've had in the past, but had forgotten about. While the pics don't represent exactly the concept I'm gonna talk about, it doesn't take too much imagination to see the images in your heads the same way as I saw them this morning.



When I first saw the pics, of course I noticed the cute model and the yummy ballet outfit, but I didn't see them so much as a bondage predicament, but instead they made me remember some feelings I had in my early teen years. I saw in my head the image of the girl as a puppet on strings, being made to dance by an unseen Puppetmaster. I remembered seeing a few movies where this was done to a few unwilling girls, and I remembered how erotic the idea was to me at the time, and how much I wanted to be the girl being manipulated on the strings. Keep in mind that when I was feeling these feelings, I really had no idea what they represented, because it wasn't until much later that I started putting together why I felt the way I did about different things.

Now back to this morning... While I was thinking about the puppet concept, it occurred to me that this is just another manifestation of my need to give up control to my Mistress. Yes, I'm talking about the Stroke Princess, the Mindfucktress, the Cockteasing Bitch, the Keeper of the Keys, Ms Grace.

In a lot of different ways, I feel like my D/s relationship with Princess Grace fits perfectly into the Puppetmaster/puppet concept. Of course, in this case it's "PuppetMistress". I have willingly held out my wrists and ankles to Her so that She could attach the strings that She pulls to make me dance for Her pleasure. She has only to manipulate a few of my strings, and I'm gonna do anything She wants. I can't resist the pull of the strings, not that I would want to anyway.

She's made me dance before. If you remember, it was Princess who made me dance the "Snap Like A Breadstick" dance. I'm not gonna rehash that in this post, but if you aren't familiar with that dance, look here.

I will say this much though... Today is my 58th day locked into the Stroke Princess' little pink cage, and I'm beginning to smell the breadsticks in the oven and I think they're getting pretty crispy. I was wondering why my lockdown this time was a little easier than the last few, but now that I've gone past my old record of 50 days, I'm in uncharted territory and the needing and wanting is getting much more intense again. I'm trying to hold out as long as You want me to, Princess, but I think I'll be dancing again soon.

Maybe some of you might think that thinking of myself as someone's puppet is a bad thing, but I don't feel that way at all. I love the idea that Princess is up there working my strings. The concept works perfectly for me, and even if the strings weren't there, I'd still be Her pet and doing whatever it is that She decides She wants me to do. If She's happy, then I'm happy.

It's kinda neat to have a whole blog post triggered by simply seeing a few pictures, and seeing the relationship between Ms Grace and I from this slightly different angle was a very yummy thing for me to think about. I'm glad I happened to do a little newsgroup browsing today.

I'm also glad to be Princess' pet, because as I think I've said once or twice before, I wuvs my Princess!

See you next time!

little bitchass

50 Days... nice round number, don't ya think?

Well, all the scheduling problems finally got worked out, and I got to finally get my call in to Princess Grace. We've both been wanting to get this call in because not only was it a possible chance to unlock Princess' cage, but also a chance to finally see the surprize prezzie She bought me!

It seems like forever ago that I received the little padded envelope in the mail, and since then I've had to sit through a torturously teasing Tease Time, plus about a gazillion teasy remarks from Princess, all the while knowing that Her key was most likely only a few feet away. I also had to fight the urge to shake the package and hold it up to a strong light to try and see if I could figure out what She had sent me. I wanted to be surprised.

Precisely on the hour, an IM box popped up, and yes, it was Princess. She said She knew I didn't have a lot of time, and so She made sure She was there right on time. She also said that She could've been there sooner, but that She had been drooling over some sweaty jock on TV in tight underwear for the last hour. I said that was cool and that I had only been waiting for 50 days to cum, so it was no problem if She felt like watching a sweaty musclehead over letting me out.

We kicked off the call with our standard foreplay, which as I mentioned before consists of chatting and laughing and basically getting caught up with what each other has been doing lately. And then She downshifted and pounced....

"So jemmie, is the envelope nearby?"

"Yes it is, Princess... it's about 2 feet away, and it's looking at meeeee"

"Well, why don't you pick it up then? But... just look at it... ::giggle::"

"Got it, Princess..."

"So jemmie, do you want to open it?"

"Oh,You know I do, Princess!"

"Well go ahead and open it, but don't look inside, and don't be surprised if something springs out..."

So I carefully cut the top of the envelope... nothing sprang out and put my eye out or anything, so things were going pretty well...

"Now, jemmie, inside is a white envelope and the prezzie, so tell Me, if you could only take one out tonight, which one would it be? ::giggle::"

"Awwwww Princess..... You know I'd want to see the prezzie first!"

"I thought you'd say that... ::giggle::"

So before anybody jumps all over me, I chose the way I did because I knew that Princess wanted me to open that prezzie just as much as I wanted to.

"Well go ahead and take the prezzie out then..."

"Mmmmmm.... yes Princess..."

I reached in and pulled out the only thing that wasn't another envelope, and the prezzie came out into the light...





I was looking at the most beautiful pink leather collar! OMG, Princess! All of a sudden, all of the clues that She had been giving me became clear! I think I sat there speechless for at least 2 or 3 minutes, teary eyed and turning it over and over in my hands until She spoke and brought me back.

"Do you like it?"

"Like it? I fucking LOVE it, Princess! Thank You so much!!!! You were right! This is better than anything You've ever gotten for me! Can I put it on, pleaseeeeeeee?"

"Awwwww.... of course you can, sweetie... go ahead and put it on..."

So I buckled the collar around my neck, and if She had been sitting in the room with me, I would've sat down on the floor by Her feet and laid my head on Her knee and cried. What a wonderful feeling it was to actually be wearing Her collar after all this time!

"Now honey, I've been wanting to do this for quite a while now. You know that you have been Mine for what, 8 months now? Well, you've been through a lot and I thought that now was a good time to give this to you, as a symbol of our relationship... And, I want you to wear this from now on, whenever we do a call..."

"Awwww.. thank You so much, Princess! I'll wear it all right, and it's gonna be a struggle to ever take it off! I'm so happy to be Yours!"

"You're welcome My sweet pet, and I'm very proud to have you!"

We talked a bit longer, about what I'm not totally sure, because I was in another place right about then. But I do remember that while we talked, I was constantly feeling the collar, and tugging absentmindedly at the "D" ring.

Then Princess snapped me out of it again, and asked me,

"Now, would you like to take out the other envelope?"

The big red "50 Days" sign started flashing in my head, and I wasted no time answering Her...

"Oh yeahhhhh... You know I do!"

"Well take out the envelope and open it up..."

I opened it up and inside was a folded piece of paper with a key taped to it.

"This doesn't look like the paper I sent the key to You on!"

"OMG! Did I really send you Bankyboo's key???"

After a few seconds of panic, I realized that she was just teasing...

"::giggles::"

"Now sweetie, take the key off of the piece of paper..."

I struggled with the tape holding the key, partly because my nails weren't helping matters, but mostly because my hands were shaking, but finally I freed the key from the paper.

"So... you've been locked up for 50 whole days now... what would you most like to do right now?"

"OMG Princess... I want to get out of this cage and cum!"

"Well why don't you put the key into the lock, but don't turn the key. Just look at it for a little while... ::giggle::"

At this point I noticed that I was starting to make involuntary little growly noises under my breath. Staring at that key in the lock was absolute torture. Knowing that release was getting closer, but still so far away.

"Princess... pleaseeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee?????"

"Awwwwwwww... how bad do you want to get out, sweetie? How bad do you want to cum?"

Princess! Pleaseeeeee... I want to get out in the worst way... I know what You want to hear, and I'll say it over and over again. I don't care if it's the most dangerous thing I could say to You. I'll do ANYTHING, ANYTHING, ANYTHING You want, just let me out pleaseeeeeee????"

"more ::giggles::"

"What if I were to let you out and not let you cum?"

"PRINCESS! PLEASEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!"

"Unlock the lock... but don't take it out..."

"OMG! Yes, Princess! Thank You!"

"Do you want to take My cage off, sweetie? You've been in it for 50 days now. And you would stay in it for another 60 or even 90 days for Me if I asked you to, wouldn't you?"

"Oh geeez, Princess, You know I would, but please just let me out tonight... Do I have to do the "Snap Like a Breadstick" dance for You again???"

"No honey... take off the cage... the cuff ring too... all of it..."

"OMG... thank You, thank You, thank You, Princess!"

So off came the cage... and I got a look at something that I hadn't seen outside of Her cage in almost two months. It looked like a zebra, only with red lengthwise stripes instead of black. And it didn't waste any time getting all needy and wanty either, The skin felt so tight when it tried to get fully erect, probably because the cage had kept it from stretching the whole time it was locked up.

"Now, do you want to pull your panties back up and rub it through the panties?"

I think something snapped a little here, and it wasn't a breadstick. I remember a voice coming out of my mouth, but it didn't sound like me... It reminded me of the Gap Girls sketch on SNL, where a girly Chris Farley snaps at her friend who made the mistake of mentioning Chris's diet.... Maybe I was channeling poor old Chris, I'm not sure...

"Shut the fuck up you bitch! Jemmie has a fucking cock tonight!"

OMFG! Did that come out of me???? I'm sowwwwwyyyyyyy!

"::giggle:: Why don't you just go ahead and lube it up then?"

"OMG OMG OMG, YES PRINCESS!"

So I lubed up and Princess took over and did what She is so amazing at, which was leading me, instructing me, working me so beautifully... and within just a few minutes, She had me on the edge, and held me there for what felt like forever. OMG... 50 days since I felt this! I forgot how good it felt! I didn't think I was gonna be able to hold back, but Princess was able to hold me there a little longer. I was just about to lose it when...

"Cum for Me, My pet! CUM FOR ME NOWWWW!!!!!"

OK, I'm not gonna lie... I completely lost it here. I came in spades, and I don't remember it ever feeling this good before. EVER! All the frustration and stress that I had been holding for the last 50 days came out along with a ton of cum. I just hope I didn't wake up too many of the neighbors.

Princess gave one last ::giggle:: and after a short relaxed chat that was like an after-sex cigarette, the call was over... except for this little exchange...

"Now sweetie, if I was nice, I would let you stay out of My cage and enjoy your freedom for awhile. But if I was a Bitch, I might make you get cleaned up, get a shower, shave, and then put the cage right back on again. But, My pet, you like it when I am a Bitch, don't you?"

"Yessssss Princesssss........."

"Well then, after you get cleaned up and shaved, I want you to lock My cage back on. You can keep My key for now, I'll trust you. But I think you'll find tomorrow very interesting!"

And so that's what I did....

Princess, I can't thank You enough for what You do for me. The prezzie was awesome and I'll wear Your collar proudly! Every call with You is such a sweet adventure, and I can't wait for the next one. I wuv Youuuuuuuu!

little bitchass


P.S. Still a few days until May 10, which as you know is Princess' birthday. There still time to get her a prezzie, even if it gets to Her a little late! Better late than never! Here's Her Wishlist!

P.P.S. And bankyboo, it's a good thing that you never want to cum again, because this would've been such excruciating torture for you.

I'm getting a little behind here and I don't mean by working out. I wanted to post a quick note on Thursday's Tease Time, so here goes.

Princess Grace was in a great mood, and She brought with her 3 new mp3s that She had just recorded. The first was called "Wet Dream", and was about a leaky sissy who wakes up to a Princess who has big plans. The second, "Consumed", was about a sissy who gets more than she bargained for when Princess discovers her unauthorized shopping trip. The third, "Strokeslave", was about a strokeslave who is unmercifully teased by his Princess in ways that I am not even gonna describe here, because describing it would make Princess' cage shrink down and I'll be a wreck again, just like I was the first time I heard it. You can listen to the mp3 and find out for yourself. All 3 mp3s pushed a TON of my buttons, and as I listen to them, I find myself wishing I was in the shoes of the lucky pets in the fantasies.

The rest of the session was spent teasing the hell out of her various pets in the room. Billybear had to squirm while Princess described some of the things he might be experiencing during his upcumming Easter Egg Hunt. I think billybear is gonna have so many eggs and jellybeans, that he's not gonna have room for all of them in his widdle basket. I wonder where Princess will make him carry the rest?

Princess had pantysue describe her assignment for the day, which was getting a pedicure. She also took a lot of pictures of the pedi girl as she worked. I'm sure pantysue got just as excited describing it as she did when it was actually happening. Especially since Princess now has her caged. Hee hee... ooops.... sorry to laugh pantysue, but it's just that I know what you're going through right now. Pantysue also has a new blog, and she has posted the pictures along with her pedicure story.

In case you don't know, Princess' birthday is coming up on May 10, and there's still time to thank Her for all She does for us by buying Her a prezzie or two. Or three...

And that brings it back around to me. Thursday was my 40 day anniversary locked in Her cage. 40 freaking days!!! I was last out on St Patrick's Day, and although I finally did the "Snap Like A Breadstick Dance"for Her, Princess has still not told me if She has mailed one of Her keys back to me so I can hopefully get out. Of course Princess didn't tease me at all about what might've happened to the keys, and making me squirm and leak like a sieve. Oh no... She would never do that! Princess, I promise I'll send the key right back again if You'll pretty please just let me out for a little while to play.

There was lots more, but it's getting late, and I need to get to bed. Princess, You are one Mean Cockteasing BITCH Mistress! Actually, You are THE Motherfucking Princess. And I wuvs you to death!

little bitchass

SNAP! What was that sound?

That, my friends, was the sound of little bitchass being snapped like a dry twig during a call with Princess Grace last night. If you've been following my pathetic little posts, you know that Princess was determined to break me "like a breadstick" before She was even gonna think of letting me out of the CB2000. She wanted to hear me cry real tears, because of some stupid comment I made months ago, before She even got this little pink cutie on me. To refresh, I had said that I couldn't imagine anyone ever getting to the point where they would cry to get out. Advice to anyone thinking about it, never hold a challenge out in front of Ms Grace, even if you don't actually intend it as a challenge.

That said, Princess decided that She was gonna show me how wrong I was, just like She showed me how wrong I was when I said I didn't think I'd ever beg anyone to cum. (I'll never learn, will I?) So, after 36 days in the cage, with diabolical homework assignments every night for the last couple of weeks, I was more than ready to take my medicine and hopefully Princess would finally be satisfied and at least tell me that She would let me out. She agreed to take my call last night, and off we went.

The call started out like most any other we've done, which means that the first part of the call is spent on laughing a talking, getting caught up on what has been going on with each other since last time. This is the part of the call that I lovingly refer to as "foreplay". Princess is such a joy to talk to that I wouldn't mind if the whole call was spent talking to Her, maybe not on EVERY call, because I like the part that comes after the foreplay even better! We certainly did have a LOT to talk about this week, and I started to worry a little that maybe She wouldn't have enough time to get me to the point of breaking. That's when She pounced....

"Sooooo, jemmie..... how are you feeling? ::giggles::

"Feeling like I want out of this cage, Princess"

"And why is that, honey? ::giggles::"

"I need to cum, and even more, I just need to feel something. Please let me out of this damned thing so I can at least do it one time. Then You can put me back in if You want."

"And how bad do you need to cum, jemmie?"

"Princess... pleeeeeeaaasssseeee..... I need to more than anything. I'll even say it before You ask.. I'll do anything..... anything anything anything, just please let me out!

And with that, Princess downshifted into Super Domme mode, stepped down hard on the gas, and within 15 minutes, I was reduced to a begging, crying mess. But while I was crying, She was enjoying the hell out of things.

"Do you see your mistake now, honey?" ::more giggles::

"Yes, Princessssss.... I was wrong.... You were right"

"When am I not right, honey bunny? And will you listen to your Princess next time?"

"Yes, Princessssss...."

Princess then posed an interesting question for me and I truthfully had a hard time answering it. Maybe it has no good answer....

"And do you love being in My cage, jemmie?"

Now that sounds easy, but for me it's not. A part of me hates the cage with a passion, but because I'm subbie, I think I love it more, because it's another way I can give control to Princess. You can call me crazy for this, but it gives me great satisfaction, and I'll do all of this over again and more in a heartbeat if my giving up control makes Princess happy.

"Yes, I love being in Your cage, Princess...."

When I told Princess what I was planning for this blog entry, She thought I should tell you all about what She did to make that happen, but I brought up that if I did, it might spoil it for other lucky chastity lovers if I were to expose all of her secret techniques. She thought about it and agreed. You may thank me now.....

Besides that, If I had to go through this whole experience without knowing what was coming up next, then so do you!

After I calmed down, Princess told me that She would send me a key (not keys, She's keeping one), and I could let myself out during our next call. So that means that depending on when She sends it, I will probably not get out for another week, maybe even two. When I do call Her and She lets me out, then I have to worry whether She will let me cum or not. She told me that it was not guaranteed She was gonna allow me to cum, and that She was gonna have to think about that. I also have to worry about how long Princess plans to keep HER property unlocked. You're NOT gonna lock me right back up again, are you Princess???

Princess also says She has a surprise for me, and She's not telling me what it is. So I'll let you all know as soon as I find out. Whatever it is, She says I'm gonna love it more than anything so far. I'm antsy as hell to find out what She's got in mind!

Speaking of antsy, ever since last night's call, I've been feeling all needy and wanty, and because of that, waiting for the key and a call for the the next week or two should be very interesting. It will DEFINITELY be more interesting than last week.

Well, my lunch hour is up, and I need to get back to work, and so I'll have to close out this post.

Princess, the call was absolutely wonderful in so many different ways. You were awesome as always, and I adore talking with You. I can't wait for our next call!

Thank You so much..... Wuv You, Princess!

little bitchass

And now back to our regularly scheduled programming.... Yes friends, it's time to move on, away from the pile of shit that fell from the sky and landed on my head this past week, and on to a much more pleasant topic. Yes, you guessed it, that topic is "What's happening with Princess Grace and I!

I've come to terms with the fact that there are always gonna be people who will try to make me go away, stop me from having fun, or try to hurt Princess by hurting me first. I now fully expect this, and the next time it happens, and it WILL happen again, I'm not gonna be surprised and there's no way I'm gonna let them bring me down. Won't happen. The funny thing about the whole matter from last week is that every time there's an incident like this, the intended objective of breaking us up does not occur. Instead the exact opposite happens. Each time, Princess and I grow closer and closer, and the special bond between us grows stronger and stronger. It's amazing how quickly a totally fucked up situation that lasted for days can be fixed by a few teaspoons of Princess Grace on a Saturday afternoon!

Get out the straightjacket boys, I've obviously lost touch again and I'm getting dangerously insane here! Wooohooooooooooo!

It looks like if the stars and planets align on Sunday, I may get a chance for a much needed call with Princess. I can't wait for this to happen! HER property has been locked up in HER cage for 35 days now, and little bitchass wants to get out NOWWWW! Too bad for me, because Princess only received HER keys in the mail just a few days ago, and now I have to beg Her to send at least one of them back to me? Will it happen? I'll find out tomorrow if the call happens. All I have to do is to demonstrate that I am needy and wanty enough to cry real tears while I plead and beg for Her to let me out. Or as Princess so delicately put it,

"My bitchass, you're gonna snap like a breadstick!"

Super...

All I can say is that the call better happen and I'd better break, because the homework has been getting to me and I'm just about to climb the walls. At one point I got totally sidetracked by all the dirty blog business and when Princess worked me up into such a frenzy during my lunch hour at work, I actually begged Her to let me out so I could take out Her cock like a man would and stroke it! Her COCK??? I also said She could call it Her cock whenever She wanted to. EEEEK! What am I saying??? I'm a sissy! That was supposed to be "rub Her clitty!" Quick! Somebody get me my medicine!

One last thing. Once again, because you all deserve it, I want to give another shout out and thank my many friends who called, blogged, emailed and IMed their support for me last week. You're all wonderful people and I hope that I can do the same for any of you if you ever need it! You're all the best!

And Princess, as You've come to expect, what can I say except LET ME THE FUCK OUT YOU EVIL COCKTEASING BITCH! I'm hoping this call comes off tomorrow, because if it doesn't, I may have to write another pathetic blog entry. We don't want that to happen, now do we?

Princess, at the risk of sounding nuts, I wuvs you! And it's party time in the ward tonight, and I'll be handing out the Thorazine just before lights out, so everybody.... be there or be square....

little bitchass

Yes, it was Tease Time again last night... where to start?

The chat started off nice and low, with fewer than usual people in the room. Princess Grace arrived and decided to reward those already there and waiting for her by giving out the clues that she promised for use in the next Midnight Madness chat. Thank you for the extra clues, Princess!

Princess had made two new mp3s for us to listen to, an last night's were even more special than usual for me because they both applied to me very closely. The first, "Little Prisoner", was about a chastity cage, and I'd swear that Princess took the dialog from right out of my head, because it was pretty much word for word what I've been feeling the last two weeks. The second, "Shopping Trip", was a forced femme topic, related to Princess dressing her boy to go shopping, and preparing him for the future, which would mean him going shopping by himself. OMG it was yummy... oh to be in that position... having her dress me and take me shopping... oh... sorry.. getting carried away... Anyway, both mp3s pushed a TON of my buttons, and since it was Day 12 in the cage, I was having a rough time of it before the mp3s were even finished.

After finishing the mp3s, Princess started to tease various chatters one by one, using the information she has stored about each one to push their hot buttons unmercifully. She particularly decided to pick on poor wittle bankyboo, who had just purchased a bunch of new toys. One of course was Princess' fave toy, the Aneros, but what made me smile was that he had also just gotten a cage, and I knew there was gonna be somebody else besides me who would be climbing the walls soon.

Princess also knew I was having trouble in the cage this week, and she couldn't resist teasing me about it every so often. She told everybody in the room, in so many words, that I should not even think about her letting me out of the cage until the little "crying" issue was resolved. Yes, I had been proved wrong when I said I couldn't see myself ever begging to cum. And yes, I might have said the same thing about ever breaking down and crying from wanting to get out of any cage. But I was just making an honest observation, and now Princess seems to be ready to prove me wrong there too. She told me to wait until she REALLY started to tease me. What scared me most was when she said,

"It may be two days, or it may be two months"

I guess little bitchass is either gonna have a long stay in the cage, or Princess is gonna ramp up the pressure until I finally break down in tears and beg her to let me out. I've got a call coming up soon, and I have no idea if she's gonna make me cry or not. But what I've experienced so far with Princess, is that she is always right.

The last ten minutes of the chat were spent with the chatters stroking and rubbing to Princess' directions. At least those that were able to. In the end, Princess made everyone take their hands away, and I couldn't help but sit there with a little smile on my face, knowing that what everybody was feeling at that exact moment was what I had been feeling over the last few weeks....

"neener!"

Well, to tell you the truth, I am gonna close the account here, and go rub on my cage for the rest of my lunch break. I know I'm not gonna feel anything, and I'll probably feel more needy and wanty afterwards, but it may be as close as I get to cumming in the near future.

Thank you for another fantastic Tease Time, Princess, and no matter whether you let me out or not, you know that your little jemjem wuvs you either way!

Until next time, I am, as always,

little bitchass