Has It Really Been That Long?

The Chastity Queen

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Enjoy your retirement, old friennd...

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

A Jail Bird in my future?

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

And then we said our goodnights and disconnected.

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

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

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

l.b.a.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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


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

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

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

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

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

little bitchass

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

::giggles::

I was fucked! Shit! And I knew it!

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

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

I was really pathetic...

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

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

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

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

::giggles::

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

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

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

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

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

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

little bitchass

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

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

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

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

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

See? I KNEW it!

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

little bitchass

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


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

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

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!"

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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

Here's A Little Bit Of News From My End...

Bitchass has been on vacation! I've had a wide open window of opportunity for calls for the past two weeks and wanted to get a couple of them in with the Stroke Princess, since it'd been a while since we'd talked. And if along the way She decided that I could get out of the cage, I wasn't gonna argue with Her.

The first call happened a week ago Friday, but once Princess found out I wanted to call Her again soon, my chance of getting out of the CB2000 evaporated like a spilled shot of moonshine. She told me that if we had a second call, She would think about maybe letting me out. We had a great time in that first session, but mostly it was all about personal stuff and generally getting caught up, so that's all I'll say about it.

I'd been wanting to get out really bad for the past month, but after talking to Ms Grace, hearing that sexy voice and ultimately being denied by Her, that cage became almost unbearable over the following week. I HAD to try and get another call in to Princess before my vacation was over or I was gonna start looking for ways to make a jailbreak. I'll confess that more than once, I thought about just cutting the lock and freeing myself, but I always ended up coming to the realization that I just couldn't disappoint Princess by doing that. And so the cage stayed on.

My last night of availability was on Tuesday, and that marked Day 66 since Princess had locked me up. I had just about given up hope that the call was gonna happen, when what do you know, an IM pops up from Princess asking me if I'm ready. Geesh... talk about a Mindfucktress! I was on that phone and dialing before She changed Her mind.

This second session was every bit as much fun as the first, maybe more. I can't remember another call with Princess where we both laughed as hard as we did on this one. We talked about a lot of different things, and finally the topic got onto Princess' two favorite celebrity lust objects (besides Her boytoy of course), Angelina Jolie and Bob Saget. Now, bitchass doesn't dream very often about Bob Saget, even if he DOES have a filthy mouth, but I will confess to having a few very naughty fantasies involving Angelina.

After making sure I had a good vision of Angelina in my head, Princess asked me how much I wanted to get out of the cage. Yes, you guessed it, I cracked and played the "I'll do anything" card. I could swear I heard Her writing something down in Her little notebook for future use, but at that moment, She seemed to be willing to let me slide for a while longer. on that, but She also told me,

""OK honey, cut the lock and take off the cage... all of it.. "

Oh gawwwwddd... did that ever feel good! If you've never worn a cage for a couple of months, I don't think you can really appreciate just how good it feels to slide that evil thing off!

Princess giggled and began to spin one of Her amazing fantasies around me like a spider wrapping up Her prey. Oh boy... subspace opened up and I dropped like a rock. I'm not gonna go into a lot of details here, but the fantasy involved me being tied up in one of my favorite bondage predicaments, and being flogged by Princess from the back, while Her special guest Dominatrix Angelina worked me over (so to speak) from the front. OMFG, picture those luscious lips!

Of course Princess would stop the fantasy every so often to ask me how much I might like to cum, and eventually I started babbling again about "doing anything" to be able to. She would give a few of Her trademark giggles and then go back to driving me out of my mind in the fantasy. She still didn't jump all over the "I'll do anything" statement, probaably because She doesn't have to. She knows I'll do anything whether it's to get out of the cage or not.

Eventually She got me so worked up that the only thing important in my world was to be able to cum. And here I think She must've taken some pity on me, because She didn't make my cry or even beg hard! She just said the magic words,

"Cum for me My pet!"

OMFG, I hope Ms Angelina was thirsty, because did she ever get a mouthful! After 66 days, bitchass finally had an orgasm, and what an orgasm it was... The damn thing seemed to last for hours. As She usually does, Princess always manages to get me making enough noise when I cum to wake the dead. I happened to look over at my pet bird when it was all over and he had a tiny little pair of earmuffs on. Eventually it dissipated, and I could hear Princess smiling on the other end of the line. She knows what She does to me!

We talked about a few more things, mainly that I was allowed to cum once the following day, and once again this coming Saturday, but after that, it's looking like I'm back on denial until the Stroke Princess decides otherwise.

The calls were fantastic, Princess... I can't begin to tell You how much I needed them. I hope we will be playing again really soon!

Your bitchass wuvs You!

Bye for now everybody!

little bitchass

Tease Time With Princess Grace Is On Talkshoe!

Well, it finally happened... the Stroke Princess took Her regular Thursday night Tease Time chat to Talkshoe this week. And, for any of you who don't know what I'm talking about, well... any more than usual, let me explain it as I see it. Remember, I'm new with this application too, so don't jump all over me if I screw up with the explanation.

Talkshoe is a way to combine both a text chatroom with a streaming audio channel, so that you can play in the chatroom at the same time as the show's Hostess is talking to you live. The program also has the capability of allowing people to call in to the Hostess by phone, and everyone else listening can hear both halves of the conversation. It really is very neat. And, as an extra added attraction, which will help me a LOT with my revues, is that the audio portion of the show is recorded, so you can play it back as many times as you can stand being teased by Princess' yummy voice!

To participate, you have to go to http://www.talkshoe.com/ and sign up. It is free and only takes a few minutes. You need to make up a username that you're gonna go by in the chatroom, choose a password, and provide a PIN number, which is the phone number of the phone you'll be calling in on if you should choose to call.

Once there, search for Princess Grace, and you will be taken to her page. You can continue to use the web based application, but you can also download a "Pro" version. This is also free, but I haven't tried using it yet, and so I can't tell you if it makes any big differences or not. If anyone has anything pro or con to share about the different versions, send me a comment, as I'm sure it will be helpful to others trying to decide what to do.

As for my own experience using the web based application, I had some problems at the start of the chat. I was already logged into the chatroom when Princess started the audio portion, and I could not hear Her until I backed out of the chatroom and came back in. Shortly after that, I found I could not type anything into the chat window, and everything seemed to freeze up, and since I wasn't sure what was going on, I backed all the way out of Explorer and came back in. After logging back in, I was good to go for the rest of the night, but I saw that others had problems similar to mine throughout the chat, including Princess Grace.

While I'm at it, another way to get to Princess Grace's page in Talkshoe and play back Her shows has been added over on the right sidebar of my blog. See it? All you have to do is click! How cool and easy is that???

One of the first things that happened after Princess got the program rolling, was a call into Tease Time by none other than Princess Grace's needy and wanty pet, Pantysue. This is a really cool aspect of the show, and I'm looking forward to hearing some of the other people who I've been chatting with in LDW Space for so long now. Pantysue is still desperate to cum, and can't wait to get her feet into a really devillish pair of ballet boots! And she knows that since Princess already made me buy a pair, she is sure to be next on the list! Pantysue, I'm sure you'll love them, and what's even cooler, is that I won't be the only one who'll be crippled and crawling to the bathroom or to the refrigerator! Maybe this will catch on, and Princess will even have Billybear or Lucky wearing them!

Ms Heather dropped by to help Princess celebrate Her first Talkshoe show, and when She called into the show, the two Mistresses got into a lively and very informative discussion centered around the topic chosen earlier, which was "Fantasy vs Reality" or... "Why Jemmie is Nuts". I've acquired a lot of firsthand knowledge on this subject, and have gotten a lot of "helpful suggestions" from other people in the past year or so, and it was great to hear the topic discussed from the point of view of the PSO.

The time flew by and before I knew it, the chat was over. Thanks go to Ms Heather for dropping by, Your conversation with Ms Grace was really entertaining to listen to, and it came across that You Both were having a blast!

Thanks also to all the chatters who came and participated in the show! I hope you all had as good a time as I did!

And to Princess Grace, the Stroke Princess, the Mindfucktress, the Tormentrix, the Super Cockteasing Bitch, and best of all my Mistress, I'm really happy that the first show went so well. Even though there were some technical difficulties, those will be ironed out and the show should just get better and better as everybody gets more familiar with the software.

As always, Princess, I'm so proud to be Yours and can't wait for the next show!

Enjoy Your vacation next weekend and come back safe and sound... with no marks! Wuv You!

See y'all next time!

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