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

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

Neener Neener Neener... Bet You Never Expected This...

Let's get right into it, shall we?

Last night was Thursday night, a scant one day after the momentous and long anticipated unveiling of my review of last week's Tease Time. I felt so bad about depriving my long suffering readers, and pledged to myself that I would get future reviews out in a more timely manner. Actually, that's not going all that far out on a limb, because making pledges in blogspace does not necessarily mean that you're gonna do what you pledge to do when it all comes down to it.

I was almost late getting into the Kink Chatroom, and even though I made it with a minute to spare, the Stroke Princess was already teasing the room before I could even make Her dizzy with my trademark "Princess Twirl".

Princess revealed early in the session that She had gotten Her nails painted purple, with a silver lines, which to those in the know, is an indication of Her Vampiratrix status. The silver line has some kind of signifigance, but I forget what it was, except that it looks really cool under the light of the full moon.

Someone in the room must have cut themselves shaving, because MsVampiraGrace seemed to pick up the scent of blood, and worked Herself and everybody else into a frenzy with a teasing play-by-play description of Her method of attack. By the time She got around to sinking Her fangs into anybody's thigh, nobody in the room was making much of an effort to get away.

Once the bandaids were passed out and the stray drops of blood mopped up, it was noted that Lucky is still intoxicated by the visitor map in Princess' blog. BillyBear suggested that Princess make a Map MP3 for Lucky at Her earliest convenience. I think Princess liked the idea, because that way She could embed some secret tracking software into the MP3 and track Lucky whenever he got the urge to hang out in the mens bathroom at the Walmart.

The topic got around to Ms Grace's favorite toy, the Aneros. I could not believe it, but there was a chatter in the room who went by the name of Robert, who apparently has been living under a rock. After going to countless Tease Times, he was somehow still unaware of what an Aneros was. For the rest of the time he was there, Robert made a relentless effort to get a free personal tease out of Princess centered around how he was gonna stroke with Her Aneros lodged firmly in his love tunnel.

We started to talk about Princess' new fitness walking routine. It turns out that Princess and I are going to be doing our walkies together. OK, maybe not together, since we live pretty far apart, but at least we will be doing our walking on the same nights. I was pretty excited that Princess and I would both be cumming three times a week, and maybe at pretty much the same time. That thought didn't last long, because She quickly pointed out that She was gonna cum whenever She felt like it, and it was more likely that it would be a bit more frequent than three times a week. As a matter of fact, She pointed out that She had already cum three times that day.

Super!

BillyInstigator picked up on the walkies topic, and helped me out by trying to convince Princess that I should do my walkies not only with an Aneros shoved up my ass, but also wearing the Ballet Boots From Hell. Is it any wonder that I am suing the Occasional Assassin scandal rag, and it's Liar-In-Chief, BillyBear? Anyway, MsGrace saw right through his scheme and recognized it for what it really was, which was a desperate cry for help. She realized that BillyBear was feeling left out and that he wanted nothing more than to get his own pair of ballet boots and start a walkies program in them.

The only thing BillyBear might want more than that is to have Butter Crisco and popping corn stuffed up his ass so he can make buttered popcorn for everybody the next time Princess shoves Her hot curling iron up there.

The evening's activities concluded with Princess describing her Tiara collection to the chatters. She has one of almost every color and style ever made, and rents a vault over at Ft Knox that she keeps them in.

A little known Princess fact came to light when Ms Grace revealed that She used to have a real halo, but that it slipped down and now She wears it as an ankle bracelet. I swear to God that's true! Ask Her if you don't believe me!

Pantyspike was a no-show last night, which was a huge letdown, because she had been slated to do a self-piercing demonstration using her sainted Grandpa's legendary railroad spike. Well, maybe next week...

The failure of Canadian Guy to appear at Tease Time again was a huge disappointment to me. I was hoping that he would start attending the chats more regularly, because he provides a Canadian counterpoint to Shrimpington Q Shrimp's crustacean humor. The only reason I can see for CGs absence was that last week, Pantyhose and him were hitting it off pretty good in chat, and they may have been spending some quality time together last night. I've heard that Canadian Guy is a pretty good nut kicker.

All too soon, the hour was up, and the Stroke Princess was saying Her goodbyes to everyone in the room, and getting ready to leave so she could torture poor Tease into buying her that new BMW. It's amazing how quickly one hour flies past when You're enjoying some time with the Stroke Princess.

Princess, thank You for another wonderful Tease Time, and as always, Your bitchass wuvs You!

See you all next time!

little bitchass

Thought I Should Phone In Another Tease Time Review For Lucky...

::RINGGG....... RINGGG......::

You have reached Blogger... Please listen carefully as our menu has changed...

If you wish to continue in English, please press 1...

"1"

If you wish to post a new blog entry, please press 1... If you wish to comment in someone else's blog, please press 2... If you wish to leave a dirty comment in the Stroke Princess' blog, please press 3...

"1"

Please type in your Username, followed by the pound sign...

""littlebitchass #"

Please type in your password, followed by the pound sign...

"12345 #"

::click::

dialtone.................................................................

"SHIT!"

::RINGGG...... RINGGG......::

You have reached Blogger... Please listen carefully, as our menu has changed...

If you wiish to continue in English, please press 1...

"1"

If you wish to post a new blog entry, please press 1... If you wish to comment in someone else's blog, please press 2... If you wish to leave a dirty comment in the Stroke Princess' blog, please press 3...

"1"

If this is littlebitchass again, please hang up...

"What the...???"

You heard what we said... if this is littlebitchass again, please hang up...

"Hey! You bastards can't talk to me like...."

::click::

dialtone.................................................................

""Fuckers..."

OK, I'm not gonna be able to call in a review of last week's Tease Time with Ms Grace, so I guess I'll actually have to type this. Calling them in is much easier for a lazy bum like me, especially since I haven't had time to sit down and write one so far this week. But since I don't want to let Princess or Lucky down, I'll try to touch on what I remember of the chat that night. (I would say I don't want to let BillyBear down too, but I can't because my slander lawsuit against his blog is pending, and my lawyers have advised against mentioning his name)

We had a nice little gathering of chatters in the Kink Chatroom that night, but by now, I forget almost everything about how many were there, who was there, or what was said. I do remember a few things about that night's chat, but I'm afraid this post is gonna be a little thin.

This much I can tell you. Princess Grace was there. So it was good! That's all you need to know. She had not made any new MP3s that day, because She had been way too busy making all of Her Princessy appearances for Her subjects, and taking care of all the other things that Princesses normally take care of.

As much as I like hearing the new MP3s, if Princess does not have new MP3s for Tease Time, I have just as much fun. It just means more chatting time with Her.

It was nice to see our old friend Canadian Guy make the trek all the way down from his igloo on the Frozen Tundra to attend Princess' chat. I had forgotten how much this guy makes me laugh. I wish I could remember some of his jokes from that night, because he really comes up with some funny shit! I'm hoping that the ice floes will stay melted until fall, and he will be around to come in every week and bring his penguins with him. Oh, and he always has lots of beer with him too. He's very easy to distract and we can steal his beer if we work things right.

At one point, BillyBear made a challenge to Princess that he was a better tonguer than She was. Silly bear! Princess picked up that gauntlet, bitchslapped him with it, and proceeded to prove to him who was the Tease there and who wasn't. I was getting pretty worked up listening to Her side of it as she worked him over, but I was almost throwing up in my mouth a little whenever I thought of his blue, bear tongue inside Her lovely mouth. Thankfully, She proved him wrong well before I had to run and get a bucket.

The low point of the night was the appearance of a repeater who went by the name of Pantyhose. At least that's what he called himself on Thursday. No matter what name he comes in under, he always does the same routine every time he comes in. He pays no attention to where Princess Grace is going with Her chat, and instead, tries to force his boring and repetitive agenda onto everyone. Yes, we know you wax your legs and your sister kicked you in the nuts. I suppose he thinks everybody is as stupid as he is and doesn't see through him. I wish his sister would finally kick him in the nuts so hard that he won't have to ask people to castrate him anymore.

Well, that's all for today. I have to leave soon so I can do my walkies for the Stroke Princess when I get home, which also means that I will be able to cum tonight.

Sorry for the abbreviated version. Hopefully, things will be a lot less busy this week and I'll be able to get the next Tease Time Review in by the deadline.

See you all next time! And as always, Princess, Your bitchass wuvs You!

little bitchass

This Is A Hell Of A Lot More Difficult Than It Looks!

A little while back, in one of my accounts of a call with the Stroke Princess, I mentioned that one of Her homework assignments was for me to buy a pair of ballet boots. I was supposed to wear them and start getting used to them, with the end result being that I could walk somewhere in them. Princess "mentioned" in an IM that I have not given you all an update on how that was going, so I'll give you one now.

Here's a picture of the pair I bought, just so you can visualise what I'm talking about...

So, look at this innocent looking pair of shoes. How hard can it be? I mean, they're only a pair of shoes after all...

Well guess what? These boots are freaking unbelievable to try and stand up in, let alone walk somewhere in them.

The first time I laced them up tightly, the first thing I noticed was that you can't even come close to bending your ankles. After getting them laced, I tried to stand up for the first time. Right away, I realized that this wasn't gonna be as easy as I thought it would. There are things in your legs that have to stretch out before you can even think about standing with your legs straight. I found myself having to stand with my knees partially bent and kinda hunched over. If I tried to straightem my knees, not only did it feel like my balance point was way off, but my legs would instantly start to hurt. I tried to stay with it as long as I could so I could maybe get things stretched out. My thighs hurt, my calves hurt, my ankles hurt, and even my feet hurt and started to get painful cramps in them. Hell, even my ass cheeks were sore the next day.

I decided to try and take some steps, but could only take about a half dozen hunched, knees bent steps before collapsing onto the floor on my hands and knees. My feet were in the most unbelievable pain, not only from the cramping, but also because of my toes being forced down into the toes of the boots with all my weight pressing down on them. I had to fucking CRAWL back to my chair on my hands and knees!

I found out from talking to Ms Grace and another friend of mine that if you want to walk in these things, you have to wrap your toes in cotton batting and then put the shoes on. Princess even told me some horror stories about a show She watched about ballet dancers, and it involved bleeding toes! Ewwwwww! I tried the cotton for the second wearing, and the extra cushioning helped a lot. At least my toes didn't hurt so much and I could stand putting my weight on my toes longer. It doesn't help much with the legs, but that will improve with time.

And so, for the first couple of weeks, I wore these torture devices as much as I could after getting home from work. Every few nights I'd notice a little improvement, in that I could walk a few more steps before collapsing and having to crawl the rest of the way to the kitchen or bathroom and back.

Princess even suggested that I sleep in them, to help keep my arches stretched out. The first few nights I woke up in the middle of the night with my feet screaming at me, but eventually I got to where I could sleep in them.

And so, that's where I'm at now. I am not even close to where I can say I can walk in them yet. Hopefully, the longer I wear them, the more my muscles and tendons will adapt, and it will get easier. There's only one thing that worries me, and that's if certain tendons and muscles shorten, I've heard I might have some trouble when I try to walk flatfooted. I doubt that will happen, because I still wear flat shoes for work, but it's something to think about.

Now I just have a few other little tidbits to talk about before I leave.

Our old friend Banky has resurfaced! According to Billybear's blog, Banky's coming back has apparently allowed my boobs to heave another day. Good to see you back, Bankster! There something I've always been curious about and maybe you can enlighten me. Did the space alien guys who abducted you have really big thingies? I mean, they have such little bodies otherwise. Just wondering.

And I can't leave without apologizing to my pal Lucky....

Lucky, I'm sorry I outed you about the public restroom thing. No need to stop posting about your Princess calls... I promise I won't ever mention it in public again.

You really are the biggest pervert though....

And to my Stroke Princess, Ms Grace... The Mindfucktress of Teasealisciousness... I'll hope we will see You tonight at Tease Time, and as always, Your bitchass wuvs You!

Bye until next time,

little bitchass

I Have Homework To Do Because Princess Cares...

I was doing a few things while online late Friday night, and no, it wasn't what you think it was, when all of a sudden my IM window lit up. My spirit took a jump when I saw that it was from none other than the Stroke Princess, the Mindfucktress extraordinaire, the Cockteasingest Princess of Denial, Ms Grace.

Seems that Princess was taking a break between calls and when She saw I was online, She gave me a shout to see how I was doing, since I was not in Her cage anymore and She wanted to make sure that I was still following Her instructions and not cumming until She said I could. I was crushed to think that She might not trust that I hadn't cheated until I realized that She was just mindfucking me by talking about it, knowing that it wouldn't take long before I started to squirm.

We also chatted about what has been going on in each others lives since we had our last phonecall, and during the conversation, I made an offhanded remark about sometimes having high blood pressure. Since Ms Grace has become such a close friend, She jumped all over what I said and because She was concerned, started asking questions to make sure that I was OK. She asked me more probing questions than my doctor ever has. I think I was able to convince Her that I was not dying, but while we chatted, She began hatching out a plan for my next homework.

She calls it my "Heart Healthy Homework".

Task 1, beginning tonight after work, I have to come home, change my clothes, and walk for 30 minutes. I have to do this 3 nights a week. This didn't sound all that bad at all until She added the little condition that I had to wear a bra when I walked. Now, this is Texas, so when you walk for even 30 seconds, you are gonna sweat, and so I'm thinking that by the end of my walk, I might as well be wearing the bra on the outside of my shirt. Well, at least She didn't tell me I had to wear short shorts with pantyhose.

Task 2, I have to cut back on my smoking. This one is easy, since I quit totally about a year ago... giggles...

Task 3, I have to start drinking more water. To start with, She wants me drinking 5 glasses a day, and She will up that later on as the weather gets hotter. Now I don't drink a lot of beer, but I do drink a lot of soda, and it's not gonna be easy for me to give up that rush of sugar and caffeine. 5 or more glasses a day and I may need a Depends while I do my 30 Minute Walk.

Task 4, the last for now, may be the hardest task of all. I'm supposed to start "Eating Right". UGHHHHH! I like cheesecake and donuts too much to breeze through this one. I'm not sure I'm gonna make it through this, but I'm willing to give it my best shot for Princess. When I told Her I thought I might have trouble staying with this program, She giggled (what else?) and said...

"Would you like to ever cum again, honey?"

I guess I'll be eating right after all.

That inspired Her to give me an incentive for the nights that I might not feel like walking. She told me that for each night I do the 30 Minute Walk, I am allowed to cum one time after I get back home. Notice that She at least said "after I get back home"... She knows I'm no pervert like Lucky is, so She's not making me do it in a public restroom.

With that, She had to leave and She left me with another homework assignment. Believe it or not, the Stroke Princess of Denial told me that I could cum 3 times on Saturday, and then I was to start the "Heart Healthy Homework" on Monday. But before that, to kick the program off, I was instructed to go out on Saturday, which was the Anniversary of Her 29th Birthday, and celebrate with Her by getting myself a big yummy piece of cheesecake!

I know that this homework may not sound as exciting to you as some She's made me and others do in the past, but I mentioned it just to show you that Princess is concerned enough about a pet's health to exert Her control into other areas besides just sexual ones.

Princess, thank You for watching out for me, and guess what???

See y'all next time...

little bitchass

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

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

Tease Time... Or... Help Me! I Need A Text Logger!

Before I start my Tease Time report for the first Chat in February, can any of you help me out? I need an easy way to log a transcript of everything that went on in the chat so I can refer to it later when I'm writing up this report. The chat moves so fast these days that when I look down to type something, I've missed three or four yummy little tidbits that I could be writing about. Anybody know of any software solutions that might help? I've tried copying and pasting, but things are just moving way too fast for me to catch everything. Any suggestions would be appreciated, and I think it would make these reports about a thousand percent better. Not to mention making it a lot easier on what feeble bits of mind that I have left.

The Stroke Princess arrived, and it really is cool to see the instant outpouring of affection towards Her by the people in the chatroom. But hey... She deserves every bit of it! This week I think I made Her a little dizzy with my twirl, since I was making up for Her missing it last week. Once She was able to stand without falling down, She was able to greet everybody. Sorry about that, Princess... next week I won't twirl You like You're on a throwup ride at an amusement park.

Princess was still recovering from the bug that has been bothering Her for weeks now, but She seems to be doing much better now. Even so, at one point in the chat, The Kissing Bandit came in because he was concerned for Her health, and proceeded to give Her a very thorough upper respiratory inspection with his Board Certified tongue. Evidently, everything looked OK, (now there's an understatement) because he didn't grab Her and take Her away to his secret quarantine area.

Ms Grace must've gotten really heated up by Her medical examination, because next thing we knew, She was steaming things up with one of the other Mistresses in attendance, Ms Ryan. The two Mistresses started to drive everybody crazy with their lustful dialog. I think Princess is a Leg Girl, because She seemed to get especially wet when She started concentrating Her attention on Ms Ryan's long, lush, and lovely legs. It was getting so hot in the room, we all thought that the two Mistresses were gonna break out into a wanton orgy at any second. Princess had to cool everybody down a couple of times when She would break off Her kissing of Ms Ryan's inner thighs long enough to tell everybody "no cummies!"

Next, the conversation got around to bowling, and Princess stated Her preference for balls. She doesn't like small balls.. She likes the feel of the big and heavy ones, and pink is Her favorite color for them. She explained that heavy balls were no problem for Her because after all, She lived on a farm all the way up until Her parents sent Her away to Spoiled Princess School. I mentioned that since She's that strong, I knew which one of us was gonna get carried over the threshold after our wedding. Unfortunately Princess didn't miss Her chance, and told everybody that my ass was getting so fat, even She might have trouble carrying me very far.

This is where JB the Prophet became a little disoriented. I'm not sure they have bowling up in his neck of the woods, because when somebody mentioned the holes in a bowling ball, the Prophet seemed to get excited and confused the ball with a honeydew melon. It didn't help the Prophet that Ms Sarah was trying Her best to fluster and confuse him even more. Great job, Ms Sarah!

Speaking of melons, Princess Grace's prized pet, Lucky Pet, (if you can't figure out why he goes by the name Lucky Pet, you're hopeless and I'm not gonna bother trying to explain it to you), had his cherry broken by Mindy Melon recently. I won't go into all the steamy details, but if you're interested, you can go read about it in Lucky's blog. I'm not taking a chance on having the SPCM coming in and shutting down my blog because of some perverted fruitsex. I was kinda curious though, and it sounded to me like Lucky prolly had a peehole packed full of melon seeds after working Mindy out for awhile, and how would you be able to cum with a cock crammed full of seeds? Princess reassured me that Mindy was carefully chosen because she was of the seedless variety.

Oh! And here's your Tip Of The Day. "Make sure that the melon you choose to have relations with hasn't been chilled!" Frigid melons do not make good bed partners!

Billybear seems to have managed to transform himself into AngstriddenTeenGothWolverPillow this week. He's been slamming his bedroom door and bitching and whining about being persecuted, and pretty much everything else you can think of. He thinks he's really cool now that he wears black fishnets and lipstick, and has his claws painted black. I wish Princess would just slap him upside the head to help him get over his angst, but I think She likes him this way. She so loves taking care of Her "unusual" ones. He'd better not get black nailpolish on Her marshmallows though...

Pantysue was in attendance as well. Her permanent incarceration in Princess' cage should really be interesting and fun for her! I'd report on her progress, but I decided it would be better to keep my big mouth shut after Princess threatened to let me join her. If anybody else (Lucky? Billy? Ace? Anybody???) want to go ahead and follow up on this, feel free!

Speaking of Ace, the All Points Bulletin is still in effect for him. If anyone happens to see him anywhere, please point him in this direction. Zorak needs his cookies and is getting a bit testy. You wouldn't like him testy...

Well, that's all I've got in my notes. I'm sorry if I leave any friends out, and I'm sure I prolly have, but it doesn't mean that I wasn't happy to see you in the chatroom. I honestly don't mean to slight anyone. I'm hoping to be able to mention more people if I can get the text logging software located.

To my Mistress, the Stroke Princess, You did another masterful job of hosting the chat, as You always do. It makes me so proud to see how much everyone adores You in the chatroom. And thank You again for defending me during the chat. That really meant the world to me, because it proved to everyone how You really do wuv Your pets.

See you all next time! Wuv You, Princess!

little bitchass

Just Wanted To Share A Little Anniversary With You...

Today, I was thinking about some of the games the Stroke Princess and I have been playing in the past 6 months. Even though some things were uncomfortable and inconvenient (locked in the CB2000 for long periods of time), and some were a little scary (pushing the envelope a bit with my appearance in public), all were in the long run a lot of fun, and I hope Princess Grace got as much enjoyment out of assigning them as I felt while doing them for Her.

I know some of you are probably tired of hearing all about the things we do, so I won't ramble on about them like I normally do. If there are any new readers here, you can read back through this blog and catch up if you are interested. Of course there are always a few others who don't like either Princess or me, and don't hesitate to share their views on the things that we do together. For those people, all I can say is that I'm having fun, and if that bothers you, don't read. It's as simple as that. Princess and I have lots of friends who'll make up for your absence.

Now back to the topic I originally wanted to share. I realized just this morning that I had passed another little anniversary in my relationship with Princess. The chain collar that She gave me in early November, and told me was permanent, has been locked around my neck for 3 months now, without ever being off even once. When I first clicked the lock closed, I had lots of thoughts running through my mind, like "Can I really leave this on that long without taking it off?" or "What are people gonna think?"

Well, those questions got answered over the last 3 months. I've kinda come to view the collar as a physical part of me now, and when I see it in the mirror or feel it while I'm in the shower, it doesn't feel any different than a ring on the finger would. It doesn't feel at all like the cage does when I wear it for a long time. With the cage, I'm OK for awhile, but before long, I can't wait for Princess to send me the key so I can take it off. Don't get me wrong, I still get a lot of satisfaction from being caged for Princess, it's just that the cage feels a lot different than the collar does. There is one thing about wearing the cage and collar that feels the same though. Knowing that the keys to unlock them are safely with Princess, and over 1500 miles away gives me nice, fuzzy feelings inside...

The nicest part of all about wearing Princess' collar 24/7 is what it represents. She chose me to be Hers! Also, I can be right in the middle of doing something completely unrelated, and when I see, feel or otherwise become aware of the collar, thoughts of Ms Grace run through my mind. Honestly, I can't see any negative side at all to having thoughts of Princess in my mind. It's really a very warm feeling to be collared by the Stroke Princess, I can assure you.

Princess, after 3 months I still don't have even the slightest desire to take off Your collar, and will not unless You tell me to. I hope it'll stay locked around my neck for as long as I'm Yours, and I hope that isn't gonna change anytime soon.

Well that's all for today... and BTW, Tease Time will be tomorrow night in the Community Kink chatroom at 10 EST, so I expect to see all of you there for it!

I do wuvs my Mistress!

little bitchass

Well Everybody...I'm Excited! You Can Congratulate Me Now!

I wasn't gonna tell all of you this right now. I was thinking I'd wait until the date got a little closer before I spilled the beans. But I just can't keep from sharing this wonderful bit of news with all of you!

It all started on Thursday night at Princess Grace's Tease Time. We had a prophet in attendance, and it wasn't BillyProphet, who you might remember led a few of us on that almost fatal trek into the desert. No friends, this prophet was for REAL!!!

He made a couple of astounding predictions for the future, and I for one believed every one of them. Some of that may be because I'm insane, but he was so darn convincing! Here's the deal!

The prophecy says that within the next 2 years, I am gonna have dinner with, and get this, MARRY Princess Grace, the Mindfucktress Stroke Princess Herself! I don't know what kind of a vision he saw to come up with that one, but I'm not taking any chances, and I've started making preparations already.

I'm thinking that we'll both be wearing wedding gowns, Princess will have to decide on the colors... I'll leave that part up to Her. I also think it will be really cool if we both wear a hot pair of ballet boots for our trip down the aisle. The corsets will be optional, that's up to Princess.

I was hoping the wedding ceremony could be held at Princess' Castle, where we could honeymoon right in Her Dungeon, but realized that Her state still has some stupid, outdated idea about two girls marrying each other, and so we'll have to move the ceremony over to another state where the lawmakers aren't such stick-in-the-muds.

I figure that whatever gown I wear, it'll be cut very low in the back so I can show off the wedding tattoo that will be covering my whole back. A huge picture of Princess Grace in a Domme outfit with our marriage vows underneath it will be really cool looking, don't ya think? And how about this? Instead of me wearing a wedding band on my finger, She can pierce me and put a ring through my septum right during the ceremony! OMG!!! How awesome is THAT gonna be!!

I'm sure that I'll also take on Her name at the ceremony. Little Bitchass Grace... I like the way that sounds, don't you? Oh, this is SOOO exciting!

I know that some of you are gonna be pretty jealous about this, but I can't help that. This is fate after all, and you don't mess with fate. I just know that I'm as excited as all getout, and giddy as a schoolgirl!

OK, that's all I have so far, but I'll keep you all informed as the wedding date approaches!

Aren't you all happy for me? I soooo wuvs my Stroke Princess!

Oh, and that reminds me, I think maybe I should tell Princess about all this...

little bitchass

It's Christmas Eve!... And Here's An Update...

Where to start, where to start?

Let's see, I won't spend much time on this one, except to let you all know that the tattoo is doing fine, healed up beautifully, and the best part is, I love looking down every day and seeing a gorgeous piece of artwork with Princess' name on it!

Now for the BIG NEWS! Congratulations to the Stroke Princess! In case you haven't heard, Ms Grace won the latest Phone Challenge put out by Ms Ally, and from what I heard, Ms Ally ran neck and neck with Her all the way to the end of the contest! Congrats to both for an awesome display of endurance, as well as to all the other Mistresses who participated.

Now, we come to Friday night, and my contribution to the Phone Challenge. I had the honor of being able to get through all of the needy wanty boys and get ahold of Princess for a much needed (by me) phone call! All of my calls to Princess Grace are much needed these days, and this one was no different, even though I was not desperate to cum like in most of my other calls. You see, a couple of weeks ago, while chatting with Princess in IM, She informed me that since I had been a good pet and had gotten my tattoo, I would be allowed to cum once a day, all the way up until Christmas. After being denied so much with Princess, this was a total surprise for me! At first, there were no probems, but after a couple of days, I'm finding that after I cum, a few hours later, I start having naughty thoughts about wanting to do it again. I'm fighting those naughty thoughts though. It's not easy, but so far so good.

As for the call, we started out with our usual chit-chat, mostly about how well we are doing in our holiday preparations (sadly, my preparations suck... lol), and also about the Phone Challenge. We also have been known to spend some time with girltalk and some juicy tidbits of gossip, and this night was no different.

Soon, it was time for Princess to shift gears, and when She does, there is no mistaking when it happens. I'll give you all a break, and won't tell you all of what we talked about, but more will be coming on that later, because She has some kind of plan in store for me for the New Year. But I will tell you about a slightly different fantasy from our usual ones that She took me on. This was inspired by a picture I sent to Princess that looked like a yummy way to bind someone. I had no idea if it would work as a fantasy on a call with Her, but I should know better by now than to ever doubt Her ability in the least.

It started with Her dressing me in panties, pantyhose, and very high platform heels, and then a corset over that. She wrapped some bondage tape over the shoes to hold them on my feet, but then brought out plaster cast material, and starting with one foot, wrapped the gooey stuff around my instep and heel, and eventually my whole foot. Then She wrapped the cast up my leg all the way up to my hip. All the while, She's telling me how when this hardens, I am gonna be so stuck, and will be such a pretty statue for Her.

She thought for a few minutes about what kind of a pose She wanted for Her statue, and then brought out a stool and propped my free foot up on it, making a pretty pose with my leg raised, and began wrapping the cast material around my shoe and up all the way to my hip.

Not wanting to ruin my corset, She removed it and wrapped my waist very tightly with the bondage tape, and then, starting at my hips, began casting again, working Her way up and over my waist and then up to my boobs.

She pulled my arms around behind me and working like She was putting an armbinder sleeve on me, she tightly wrapped both arms together with bondage tape. Then She wrapped them with the casting plaster and contined wrapping my chest and shoulders, only leaving openings over my boobs so that She could have easy access to them. She continued casting me all the way up until She stopped just under my chin. While the plaster dried, She teased me relentlessly, Her hands touching me where I could not, stroking and then pulling away.... Telling me that She was thinking of putting one more thing in a cast, making a very effective and permanent cage out of the casting material.

Thankfully, She didn't do that, and the plaster soon stiffened and became hard as a rock. She pulled away the footstool after hooking the cast to a chain hanging from the ceiling, leaving me in a sexy pose with my leg up and my foot pointed down. Now there was no way out, and I was totally trapped and at Her mercy. She emphasized that She could do whatever She wanted to my clitty or nipples now, and I would not be able to stop Her. She might even bring in some of Her friends to play with me.

The whole time, She knew She had me stroking and rubbing, and if I wasn't really sure how well the fantasy would work before we started on it, as usual, Princess found a way to make it so real that I was dying to cum before too long. After teasing me and keeping me on the edge forever, She finally told me to cum for Her. You all know the rest, I'm sure. All I'm sayin' is that it was fantastic! It ALWAYS is!

Here's the pic that inspired the fantasy...

I have a couple of last things to report, and then everybody can get back to their RealWorld Christmas activities. This is mainly for Pantysue's benefit, since she loves manicures and pedicures. Also, if my old friend Pantybutt is reading, this is for you too! I have been getting gently pushed, and later not so gently by my GG friend (who wears her nails 2 inches long) to let my nail girl put some really long acrylics on me. Since I have the whole week between Christmas and New Year off, I figured why not give it a go and see if I could live with them for a week. And so, off I went to my nail salon.

I had not had any acrylics on for the past couple of months so I could let my real nails recover and breathe for awhile. Once the girl glued on the new tips, she asked me how long I wanted them. When I showed her, her eyes got kinda wide and she said, "oh..... that's too long!" I had to tell her that no, I wanted them long this time so I could see how I would be able to survive with them for a week. And so she gave in, even though she still cut them a bit shorter than what I originally asked. She seemed like she was putting a ton of acrylic over top of the tips, and eventually she got them filed to the shape she wanted.

Then she asked me what color I wanted. Now I had been thinking a nice pink color, but when I told her that, I had a second thought that since they were going to be painfully obvious to anybody within a half a mile, maybe a nice dark red would be just as good. I told her I'd like a dark pink or dark red, and asked her for her opinion.

"Dark red for Christmas!"

OK, so dark red it was. But before she puts the color on, I have to wash my hands and then pay her. The washing process and getting out my money felt a little strange, but the first sign of real trouble was when I tried to get my keys out of my little fanny pack so I wouldn't ruin the polish after she was done. I just could not pick up my keys for some reason! I looked at the nail girl and she had this little amused grin on her face, but eventually I got a grip on the keys and left them on the table.

She found a deep red polish for me and put that on before I could even catch my breath. A process that takes me about 10 minutes to do takes her about ten seconds a nail, and unlike me, she doesn't leave any streaks or get it all over the finger when she is done. I was waiting for the clear topcoat to go on, when she asked me if she could do something special for Christmas. She wanted to put a couple of little snowmen on my nails as a little present for me! I said sure, and she painted a couple of cute little snowmen on my ring fingers. Next came a coat of clear over everything and I was done and out the door.

That was the yummy "getting them put on" part. Next came the "just try and do anything in these things" part. I have a whole new respect for girls who wear their nails extra long, because it ain't easy! I found out it's almost impossible to button or unbutton a shirt or jeans, and tying a pair of tennis shoes took 20 minutes to do. The nails just get in the way of anything you are trying to do. You have to use either a knuckle or the pad of your finger to press any buttons on the microwave. The remote control for the TV is impossible to work. Picking things up or trying to get something in your pocket is an adventure, and I almost poked my eye out when I went to rub them a couple of times. Blowing your nose is dangerous too, and while I'm thinking of it, and not to get gross, but how in the hell do you wipe yourself after going to the potty without inserting an inch of nail into your butt??? I need some real answers from the real women out there. How in the hell do you manage???

But the real challenge is typing at the computer. You can't use your fingertips to type because effectively they aren't there anymore. All you have are these plastic butter knives sticking out the ends of your fingers, and you are expected to hit the keyboard keys dead center wiith the tip of those. Plastic against plastic is very slippery, and you skid off the keys and miss others entirely. It's VERY frustrating to try and type with any speed, because I have to go back over what I "typed" (and I use that term very loosely), and replace any missing and extra letters, and believe me, there are many missing and extra letters.

Princess enjoyed my plight so much that when we chatted in an IM, She gave me a homework assignment. On Christmas, just like on Thanksgiving, I am supposed to go eat dinner and then go to a movie of Her choosing. This time I have to wear the girls penny loafers, but instead of suntan pantyhose, I have to wear the black sparkly pantyhose She made me buy. If that wasn't enough, now I also have to go with these red talons on my fingers. I am so screwed, Princess... You got me good this time...

But even though they are a pain, they are pretty as hell, and I am already thinking it's gonna be very hard to cut them back when I have to go back to work.

Here's a pic I took of the nails. Check out the cute snowman!

Well, that's all for tonight. I hope everyone has a beautiful and happy Christmas Eve, followed by a wonderful Christmas day tomorrow. I won't be having visions of sugarplums dancing in my head tonight, but I'll have something much much better. I'll be seeing visions of my wonderful Mistress and Stroke Princess dancing in my head, and I'll take that over silly old sugarplums any day of the week!

Merry Christmas to the Mistresses and all of my friends at LDW! And an extra special Christmas hug and kiss to Ms Grace, who has given me the most wonderful Christmas prezzies I could ever ask for all through the past year. Thank You so much, Princess!

I do wuvs my Princess... have I mentioned that yet in this post?

little bitchass (holding up a sprig of mistletoe over my head)

Princess Grace Seemed To Be In A Wonderful Mood For Her Tease Time Chat...

The Stroke Princess came into the Community Kink Chatroom last night ready to squeeze n' tease! And She wasted no time getting started. Almost as soon as we all exchanged our hellos with Her, She started in with one of the boys about the nice red panties that She was wearing to go along with Her nice new red nightie! By the time She was done with him, She had him virtually feeling just about every inch of Her Heavenly Body.

Of couse, that boy wasn't the only one affected, I'm sure. I can only speak for myself, but I was noticing some fit problems in my own panties after a few minutes of that. A couple of times I had to cover my eyes so I wouldn't be overstimulated. As the need and want kept building, Princess then started to talk a little about the contract that She's gonna write and make me sign sight-unseen. She was angling to get some suggestions from the chatters as to some more things that She might add to the contract. All She has to do is mention that damn contract and I'm going down into subspace, so needless to say, it didn't help my needy-wanty condition even a little bit.

Luckily (oh dammit! ::ka-ching::), the only suggestions She got that I saw were from BillyBear, and that's all we'll say about that, because I'm hoping She didn't hear those. And so, on we went into other topics!

There were no new MP3s to listen to during the chat, although Princess sent a few boys off to Her blog to listen to Her latest MP3. As usual, those poor fools came back to the chatroom in a semi-conscious state, and doing an awful lot of whining and moaning. I'm not complaining about no MP3s though, I adore Her when She does them, and I adore Her when She doesn't!

Speaking of moaning, Princess, I wish You'd be more careful with Pantysue and more considerate of Your other pet's sleeping hours. The moaning and shrieking coming from Pantysue during her call the other night kept me awake for half the night. It wasn't so much that I wanted the sleep, it was more of a jealousy thing that it wasn't me doing the moaning. But then again, You're the Mistress here, and You can do whatever You please! Forget I even mentioned it! No, really.... I'm OK..... eeeeeep....

We once again learned a little more about Ms Grace's personal likes and dislikes during the chat. It turns out that She admitted to liking McDonalds food, except for the french fries. She said She stays away from those because they might stick to Her already perfect ass. Now, I on the other hand, am always complaining about not having any ass to speak of, and so I figure that in the next few weeks I'll be trying out Her theory and eating enough McD's fries to add a little to my humps, my humps. But I digress... it was great of Princess to share, and it's always good to know more about your Mistress.

Near the end of the chat, quite a few of the chatters began to suggest that they would kinda enjoy being able to stroke for the Stroke Princess. Princess was moved by this display of affection and decided with 4 minutes left in chat, that She would let everybody stroke or rub for the rest of the chat. Nobody had to be asked twice and so out came the clitties and cocks, and much lubing and touching was had by all. Princess guided us along with Her amazing stroking techniques, and had worked everybody into a frenzy, when all of a sudden, She said,

"Awwww... you all know what time it is, right?"

"NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!"

"Yes, it's 'take your hands away time' ::giggles::"

::groannnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnssssssssssssss::

Now that would've been that, except for one wonderful little thing that Princess rewarded me with, and made the rest of the chatters hate my guts. I had been given some homework during my last call with Princess, which was buying some very special pantyhose that I was supposed to wear to work. Well, I had sent her a quick IM earlier in the evening to inform Her that I had gotten the pantyhose in the mail that day. So, She rewarded me for getting them by giving me Her special permission to cum that night before going to bed. Everybody else was sent home empty-handed! I had just gotten let out of the CB2000 on Saturday night, and was allowed to cum then, and She also let me cum once on Sunday, but after that it was back to "no cummies". After not cumming in so long, I wasn't quite ready to stop yet, and so Her permission last night was very much appreciated! To everybody who wasn't allowed, neener neener neener... It felt wonderful!!!

As a side note, I'm wearing those pantyhose as I sit at work on my lunch hour writing this blog entry, and OMG, I have to REALLY be careful about my pantlegs riding up too high. I had a surprise meeting this morning, and those pantyhose made me think a LOT about Princess during the meeting!

I've also been locked all this week into the beautiful new collar that Princess sent me, and I'm loving how it looks and how it feels, not to mention what it represents! And as Princess keeps reminding me,

"Wait until you sign that contract! ::giggles::"

Thank You so much Princess, You are ALWAYS awesome!

Oh yeah... did I mention I wuvs my Mistress? Well I do!

little bitchass

P.S. If anybody has anything else from the chat that I left out and you think should be included, send it along to me and I'll add it to the post! I do tend to focus more about the things that affect me and sometimes forget to add other stuff. But hey! It's my blog, right??? LOL

My Call With Princess Grace... Part 2... Princess, Are You Sure You Sent Me The Right Key?...

This is Part 2 of the post I started last night, recounting the call I had with Princess Grace. If you haven't read Part 1 yet, read that one first!

As we open, we find our Mistress and Her pet dealing with a stuck lock on the CB2000 cage that Princess wants Her pet to take off...

"Oh shit, did I really send You Pantysue's key by mistake? No, I couldn't have. I tore the paper with the key taped onto it from your note that you sent me. It's got to be the right one. Keep trying but for God's sake, don't break the key off!"

I couldn't help but to laugh because of the irony of what was happening... Here I was, the Stroke Princess was allowing me to unlock after 78 days in the cage, and now the damn key doesn't work!

Princess chimed in with a helpful observation...

"Maybe this is a sign that maybe we should've gone for 80 days after all"

"Ummm.... I think the lock is just jammed, Princess, let's not add the extra days on just yet, OK? Let me keep trying... sheeesh!"

"Well, go get some WD40 or something, and spray it into the lock to loosen it up. Maybe get some big wire cutters too in case you have to cut the pin on the cage off"

So, I had to pull my skirt back down, and make a trip out to my garage, hoping that the nextdoor neighbors weren't out front, and get my trusty can of WD40. I also got my trusty 3in1 oil, and since I of course could not find my big wire cutters, also brought back a pair of trusty small wirecutters and a couple of trusty big pairs of pliers.

"OK Princess... I got all my trusty stuff with me... I'm spraying some WD40 into the keyhole now"

I do SOOOOO love getting WD40 all over my fingers and having to smell it the rest of the night, and I said that outloud so Princess could hear it.

"I don't know sweetie, I have always kinda liked the smell of WD40. ::giggles::"

Super. I kept working the key, but nothing was breaking loose. So after I noticed that there was no up and down movement on the bail of the lock, I took the trusty pliers and squeezed down on the trusty bail a few times until I thought I felt it move a little. I tried the key again...

"Still nothing, Princess"

"OMFG... I can't believe after planning everything out, the one thing I didn't plan on happens!"

"Putting some more WD40 into the lock, Princess"

"Don't break off the fucking key!"

I sprayed enough WD40 into the lock to de-rust a battleship, but when I tried the key again, it still didn't work. I began to have visions of having to replace part of the cage, because I was sure enough gonna be cutting or smashing something soon. And then,

::SNICK::

"OMG Princess! It opened!"

"Oh, thank God! Take off the lock and the cage before something else happens! And then take the lock and just throw it away. It might be free now, but it's got bad kharma! Get rid of it and I'll throw away the second key"

"OK Princess... everything's off... lock and key are in the trashcan"

And so, after 78 days, I was finally free of the cage. You can't believe how different and strange it feels after taking it off, and also how good it feels to finally be able to touch and feel again.

"Good! Now before we go any farther, I want you to go and take a washcloth and clean yourself up so there's no WD40 left on anything"

So I did. And when I got back, I realized that Princess' voice had gotten that edge on it that She gets when She is pouncing and has gone into serious Domme mode. She had dropped me into subspace earlier in the call when She made me lock the new collar on, but I think the incident with the stuck lock had brought me back out of it again. As soon as I heard Princess' voice like this, down I went again!

I'm not going to go into details about everything that Princess said to me here, because the post will go for way too long, and there are also a few things that I would rather not share with everybody just yet, if ever. But suffice it to say, She began to work me into the most submissive state you could imagine by telling me what She was planning on doing with me now. I will tell you this much... The new collar was just the beginning. Only the tip of the iceberg...

Princess is working on a contract for me. She only told me some of the things that might be in it, but it will be a written contract that She'll mail me. I'm not allowed to read the body of the contract, but will sign it and mail it back to Her. Then She'll email me the contract so I can see what I've just signed off on. I'll tell you some of it, but remember, it's not written yet, so some things might change.

Essentially, this will be the written equivalent of the "I'll do anything for You" statement. I'll be agreeing to go along with ANYTHING She decides that She might enjoy having me do. This can mean wearing what She decides I wear, either to work or just out anywhere. This may not be everyday, because She won't want it to get old for me. It might also mean changes She wants to make to my hair or general appearance, possible marks or piercings, plus any and all tasks that She might want me to do for Her. It could also mean more time in Her cage, long term or possibly permanent lockdown. It will all be spelled out in detail in the contract, and I'll share as much of it with you all as I can, after I sign it and send it back to Princess.

(BTW, before anybody freaks the fuck out, I realize that this contract will not be legally binding. But if you know me, that's only a technicality, OK? It will still bind me, legal or not. Like I said, I have no worries because I trust my Princess.)

"Oh honey, while I'm talking to you about all this, you can put on some lube and do what feels best... ::giggles::"

As She talked about the contract, I was sinking deeper and deeper... much deeper than She's ever sent me before. I was rubbing myself at the same time and was getting more and more excited, and the more excited I got, the heavier She poured it on. I was excited by two things at the same time. One was Her telling me of Her plan for the contract, and the other was the wonderful feelings that I had been missing for the last 78 days. If I hadn't been locked up for all that time, I don't know if the rubbing and stroking would heve felt as fantastic as it did during the call. But the Stroke Princess was putting it all together in the most awesome display of any call that we have ever had in the past. Believe me, this way wayyyy beyond good. It was the BEST!

As She continued talking about the contract, She would ask me questions...

"You want to sign the contract for Me, don't you?"

"You want to do whatever I tell you to do, don't you?"

"Stroke it harder now... How does that feel?"

"You will do anything for Me, won't you? Whatever I want, you'll do, right?"

"If I tell you I want you to ***, you'll do it with no questions asked, right?"

"How does the collar feel? Locked on tight. Only I can let you out!"

"If I tell you to go to work with red nails, you'll do it, right?"

"Whatever I tell you to wear, you'll wear, right?"

"If I tell you to get your hair bleached blonde at the salon, you'll do it, right?"

"I own you... all of you... mind, body, and soul, right?"

"Stroke it long and hard for me baby... get it to the edge for me..."

"If I tell you to get a tattoo that says "Property Of Princess", you'll do that for me too, right?"

OMG I was such a mess... I was so deep in subspace that I didn't know that the word "NO" was even a part the English language. And so I just kept agreeing to everything She said.

"That's My good girl! Keep going to the edge!"

"I'm there, Princess! I'm there!"

"OK baby... I want you to feel it! Cum for Me! Cum for Me now!"

I lost it... I freaking exploded, saw stars, a moan turned into screams, Princess was giggling, it lasted and lasted... I've never felt anything like it before. Princess is so awesome at this. Eventually, after what felt like at least a couple of minutes, it subsided enough for me to realize that Princess was asking me a question..

"How did that feel, honey? Did it feel good" ::giggles::"

I could barely form words at that point, but I think I was able to communicate to Her that yes, it did feel kinda good.

KINDA GOOD? WTF? It was fucking fantastic!

As I was recovering from all that, I became aware that Princess was giving me homework... I had to buy a few things that I was gonna be wearing to work soon. I'll tell you about those when the time comes.

She also told me that She was still keeping a tight rein on my cumming for now, but that I could cum one more time on Sunday (today), and then wait until She told me what was next. She hadn't decided yet if She was gonna allow me to free-range for awhile, but that it might just happen.

Then She reminded me that my time limit for the call was about up, and that I should go get myself composed so that I could go do what I had to do. She told me that She would be picking me out a few more things to buy, but would do that in the next day or two.

And so we said our goodnights, and the Stroke Princess was gone. I hated for the call to end, because honestly, I think this call was the best one ever, even though we had the little problem with the lock. And speaking of that lock, I would highly recommend any of you who are locked up in any way to put a little drop of oil inside the keyhole of your lock every once in awhile. You don't want to have the same thing happen to you that happened to me.

And Princess, thank You so much for the freaking unbelievably good call... thank You for the new collar... Thank You for the prezzies... thank You for letting me out... thank You for letting me mmmmmmm... and thank You for having me as Your pet.

I do SOOO wuvs my Princess Grace!

little bitchass