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

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

May 10, 2008... What More Can Be Said But...

Happy Anniversary of Your 29th Birthday, Princess! I hope You got lots and lots of yummy prezzies! Your bitchass wuvs You tons and wishes You all the happiness in the world on this day and everyday!

Guess what???

little bitchass

OK, It's My Lunch Break And I Have No Freaking Idea What To Write...

I'll just start typing, so let's see where this ends up.

I guess I could start with a little Tease Time Report. I've been slacking off on this for about the past month, and since a few others have stepped in to take up the slack, I'll keep this brief.

To begin with, the Stroke Princess is about to celebrate the anniversary of Her 29th birthday this Saturday, and last night's Tease Time became an early celebration. We won't mention anything more about the anniversary except to say that you should all send Princess a prezzie, and even if it's late, She will still luv you long time for it. And if ANYBODY should send Princess a prezzie, it should be Jbauling, who came THIS CLOSE to having an appendage cut off after repeatedly making age related jokes to try and get Princess' attention.

We had an ugly situation develop from the very beginning of Tease Time last night. I went in the room a bit early and found a solitary camper squatting there and going by the name of Captain Tightpants. Now, I was surprised to see the Captain there, that is IF indeed he was the real Tightpants. We talked for a bit until others came in, and I was beginning to suspect that this was a clever Tightpants impersonator. This one just did not sound like the Real McCoy to me, and I really became suspicious when one of his answers contained various usages of the word "shrimp".

Eventually, this imposter's sad house of cards came tumbling down, but only after he tried to foist himself off to Princess as "Her" Tightpants. This caused Princess to give Her famous "one eyebrow raised" look, which usually spells big trouble for somebody. It was a good thing that the imposter turned out to be none other than our own Shrimpington Q. Shrimp, otherwise he may never have cum again.

Pantysue was there, still in deep doodoo from her brazen kidnapping and forced incarceration of our wonderful Princess Grace. I'm still hurt that I was left in Princess' cage for an extra month because of pantysue's selfishness. But those 4 free calls to Princess, courtesy of Pantysue, and suggested by Billybear, would sure take a lot of the sting out of that. Oh, and I don't do short calls....

The highlight of the night was a masterful tease by Princess... a long overdue stroke n' cum session worked on everyone in the room with the exception of Tease Me For Cash, who had a call scheduled for later in the evening, and of course Pantysue. I can't tell you how good it felt to be out of the cage for this part. Rubbing plastic is not all that much fun... is it Pantysue? Thank You so much for letting me cum, Princess!

After we were all done smoking our post sex cigs, Princess said goodnight and left to torture and torment her scheduled callers. Princess, it's so good to have You back!

On a side note, since Princess returned, there has been a huge resurgence in blogging, coming mostly from Princess, Lucky, Billybear, and Pantysue. It's great to see all the writing and interaction happening again and I hope it keeps up! Miss Tara has been commenting and blogging regularly as well, and I am sorry that I have not been commenting very much in Hers, because Her blog is a quality one that definitely deserves comments. I could try and use the excuse that I've been busy, but bottom line is that I dropped the ball on this. Sorry Miss Tara. Ace and his kinky employer, Miss Sassa, continue to post in their own blogs, as well as commenting in ours.

As for me, I've been unlocked and out of the cage for a few weeks now and holy shit does it feel good! I know there are a lot of new people in the chatrooms that practically beg a Mistress to lock them up, but most have no idea what they're really asking for. Real, long term denial is only worth doing if you get satisfaction from giving over control of a very important part of yourself to your Mistress. If you are only doing it for a sexual thrill, that thrill won't last forever. A few days can probably be tolerated, but anything over about a week and you will see that it's not as much fun as you thought it was gonna be. Besides the constant discomfort and the huge pain in the ass it is to keep everything clean, you also will find yourself desperate to touch real skin before too long. If you are a short term enthusiast, that's OK, keep doing it, but there's a big difference between short term and long term. I can't begin to tell you how much respect I have now for people who can go beyond a few months in lockup without cheating.

Well, my lunch break is over, so I'd better get back to work.

Princess, have a wonderful day tomorrow!

See you all next time...

little bitchass

Oh! Princess! Guess what?

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

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

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)

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

My Call With Princess Grace... Part 1... The Prezzies...

I was lucky enough to be able to get a call in with the Stroke Princess tonight, and boy was I ready for it! But before I tell you anything about the call, let me go back a day and give you some background.

Friday after work, after running the gauntlet of Houston wanna-be NASCAR drivers, I finally managed to arrive home without having the big vein in my forehead explode. I checked my mailbox, and sure enough, just as Princess had predicted, a big yellow envelope was peering out at me from the mailbox. Yessss! "The Package" had arrived!

I brought the package inside and took a quick look to make sure there was no damage. (Actually, I squeezed it and shook it trying to figure out what was inside.) I immediately cyphered that there was no lockbox or no ballet-shoes inside, judging by the size of the package and the absence of any boxlike or shoelike shapes inside the envelope. It didn't rattle or jingle when I shook it, and it didn't smell like perfume, so I gave up trying to figure out what was in it and set it down in the bedroom where I would be able to ignore it until I was able to schedule a call.

Yeah right! Ignore it! Like THAT'S ever gonna happen!

Because of some RealWorld restrictions and Princess Grace's busy schedule, I was pretty sure I was gonna have to wait until Sunday night, or possibly even next weekend before I could get a call in to Her. Super... a whole week of staring at the package. The next week part would've been a really hard wait, especially because of the extra long lockdown, and the Sunday night call would have to be really short. So, when I had an unexpected change in my plans for last night, I took a chance and called Princess and left a message asking if She might be able to fit me in. I didn't hear back, but She was probably out doing Princess appearances for her loyal subjects all day. So, I got myself ready anyway, knowing that if She could do it, Princess would just show up when the time came, if past experience means anything.

Just like clockwork, at my normal calling time, a message box from Ms Grace popped up, and She told me that She could do the call! I said that I couldn't do a really long call because I had to be done by a certain time, and so we didn't spend any time in the IM, but She told me to just go ahead and call Her now. So guess what I did? Yep, jemjem does not let the grass grow under her feet when she has a possible chance for a call with Princess, and maybe even a chance of getting out of the cage. And so I called Her, after first making sure that I had pretty much everything around me that She might ask me to get during the call.

Even after a year of being Her pet, the sound of Her voice when She says hello still thrills and excites me, (Princess says that I'm excitable...go figure...) and this time it was no different. We did some of our usual chit-chat, which mostly means girl-talk and LOTS of laughing, and then Princess said that since I didn't have as long as I usually did, we should get down to the business of the call, so that She could finish everything that She had planned for me.

"So, sweetie.... do you want to open your prezzies? ::giggles::"

"OMG.... You know it, Princess!"

"Open the envelope, but don't take anything out yet"

So I cut the top of the envelope and waited for Her next instruction.

"Feel around inside and find a folded up piece of paper. Take that out and set it aside. That will be a key"

I quickly found the folded paper, took it out and put it down on the desk in front of me, being careful that my shaking hand didn't launch the precious key halfway across the room and behind something where I couldn't get to it.

"OK Princess, it's out"

"Now honey, there are two things wrapped in gold gift paper... take out the smaller one and set it aside... it should feel a little heavy"

I found the one She was talking about, and as I took it out, I had the impression that it felt kinda like a small bag of sand. But I quickly put it aside and waited for my next move.

"Now, take out the last piece, and you can go ahead and open it up. It's just a little something that when I saw it, I thought it was cute and I had to get it for you. You'll see why in a minute. Happy Anniversary, baby!"

I unwrapped the wrapping paper and out popped the cutest little Beanie Baby in the form of a pink duck! LOL

"Read what it says on the tag and you'll see why I got that for you! ::giggles::"

I unfolded the pink heart-shaped tag, and read the verse what was printed inside..

"Diamonds, rubies, sapphires too

All valuable to me and you

But the most precious gem to me

Is having friends, don't you agree?"

And the name of the Beanie Baby?

"Gemma"

"Awwww... thank You so much, Princess!"

I thought that was such a sweet sentiment, and the fact that the name was so close got me a bit emotional too. These gestures by Princess Grace are so spontaneous and real, and I treasure every one of them, not so much because it's a material gift, but because it's something that She doesn't have to do but still does anyway, just because we're friends. It's a great comfort to know that She has these feelings for me, even though I'm not a prolific caller and She could easily find pets who can call much more frequently than I can. I'll just try to be a good pet in other ways for Her.

"OK sweetie, now get the other gift and open it"

I reached for the bag of sand wrapped in gold paper and carefully unwrapped it. Inside, was NOT a bag of sand at all! It was a length of silver chain! And underneath it lay a beautiful heart-shaped padlock! When I saw that the open lock had a piece of tape over the top to keep it from snapping closed, I suddenly realized why I didn't also see a key for it anywhere in the package.

"It's a new collar, honey... one that you're gonna lock on for Me... a permanent collar"

Princess knows me so well by now. She knows that She doesn't have to wait for me to say I'll do anything for Her. She knows that She only has to tell me to do something, and I'll do it and worry about the consequences only after I've done it. I'm a total impulsive submissive, and She knows it. We've had conversations about that before and luckily for me, She's the one who thinks about the consequences, and all I have to do is trust in Her that what She makes me do will not hurt me or my job. And I do just that. I trust Her completely. The only thing I have to worry about is when She starts feeling that feeling of intoxication from the power She has. When She's feeling that, we tend to go much farther out of my comfort zone than we normally would... It's exciting and I love it when She is feeling it that much, even if I end up getting something more permanent than I expected. With Princess, my limits get very blurred, but that's OK. She has a good feel for things that I really want to do, but may just be too scared to do. Does that make sense, Princess?

"Can I try the collar on for size, Princess? To see if it fits?"

"Of course you can, silly... what did you think I wanted you to do with it? ::giggles::"

"It fits perfectly, Princess... just the right length I think"

"Good! Then take the tape off of the lock, and be careful not to snap it closed too soon, since I have the key with Me. Then put the lock through the ends of the chain and once it's in place, I want to hear the lock snap closed. ::giggles::"

That's what I did. I made sure that the chain wasn't twisted, which surprised me since I was so excited, and normally don't realize I have something screwed up until after it's too late. But everything looked good, and so I held the phone up next to the lock and,

::SNICK::

"::giggles:: I heard it! Such a good girl!"

And then the reality set in. I now have a chain that I can't take off until Princess wants me to take it off. Of course I could always cut it with a pair of bolt-cutters, but I could never do that because it is a prezzie from Princess, and it symbolizes something very precious.

"Now sweetie... about that cage... do You want out of it?"

"OMG Princess... if You wanted me to stay in, You know I'd do it, but for me, I really REALLY think I need to get out of it for awhile"

"Well I think it's been too long already. How many days has it been?"

"78 days, Princess"

"Awwww... you know how I like round numbers... maybe we should just go to 80 days ::giggles::"

"Princess! Nooooooooooo... pleaseeeeeeeeeeee!"

::giggles::

"Take the key off of the piece of paper and put it in the lock"

This is where the Stroke Princess normally tortures me by making me look at the key in the lock and beg for Her to let me out, but this time, I think She needed to speed things up so She could do everything She wanted to do.

"I want you to just go ahead and unlock the lock and take everything off, cuff ring and all"

I fumbled with getting off the tape holding the key to the piece of paper, but finally managed it. I placed the key into the lock and turned it...

"Ummmm... Princess, are You sure You sent me the right key? This key won't open the lock."

"OH FUCK! You're kidding Me, right???

(To be continued in Part 2)

Zombie Bambi In The House!

The first post-Halloween Tease Time took place in the Community Kink Chatroom last night, and I was still a little bit bitter about the fact that the Stroke Princess didn't come Trick or Treating at my house the night before. I had gone to all the trouble of making Halloween cookies in the shapes of Vampiratrixes, Succubi, and even Wolf heads. I had a special treat bag all made up for Her too. It had special Halloween perfume, "Eau de Undead", special candy stakes and mallets, peckermint flavored cock lolipops, marshmallow brooms, and as an extra special treat, little cock cages made out of red licorice. I even made up 147 Jello Shots ahead of time in case She was really thirsty after a hard night's work.

But, it was all for nothing. Princess never showed up, so I made myself all sick and stuff because I had to eat all the candy and slurp all the Jello Shots before they went bad.

Princess cheered me up when She arrived in the room though, by telling me that "The Package" would be arriving at my house today. Too bad I won't be able to open it for a few days, since She has to go to a couple of parties and so She can't take my call on those nights. But that's OK Princess... I've only been locked up 77 days here... so it's no big deal if You want to blow off letting Your poor locked up pet out so You can go tease a few boys. I know You don't get to tease boys very often, so I won't get in the way of that. hee hee hee

One very scary newsflash was passed around the room for anybody interested. A zombified deer was spotted shuffling slowly through the woods in the vicinity of Princess Grace's castle. Various ways to kill a zombified deer were discussed by the chatters, with shooting in the head or bashing his cute widdle head in with a stick being the most popular. But in the end, Princess had the final say, and She decided that the easiest way to dispatch his undead ass for good would be by hitting him with Her car again. She plans on taking care of that as soon as Her car gets back from the body shop.

We did find out one very useful tidbit of Princess Grace Knowledge last night. Princess revealed that She wears panties when She bowls! GASP! Yes! It's true! She also let us in on another secret. Where most people would get self-conscious if other people watched their asses while they bowled, having someone watch Her ass while She bowls actually helps Princess bowl better. So next time You see Princess in the bowling alley, be sure not to take your eyes off of Her ass so She'll bowl a great game!

At one point during the chat, BillyBear suggested that Princess brand Mike, one of the boys in the room. Princess said that branding wasn't Her style, and so BillyPrincess sprang into action and branded a big BP onto one of Mike's ass cheeks. This got Princess' attention...

"You're not branding one of My boys during My chat, are you, BillyBear?"

"Ummm... uhhh... already done, Princess..."

So, BillyPrincess whipped out another branding iron, and branded a huge "X" right over top of the BP. If another boy hadn't distracted Princess with a shiny vampire comment right about this time, things might've gotten ugly. But BillyBear escaped and lived to see another sunrise.

As the time started to get late, Princess had everybody take out their cocks and clitties and stroke or rub. Of course I had to complain. Princess, being the compassionate Mistress that She is, and knowing that I couldn't play along, made me go and listen to Her newest MP3 instead. See, this was Her way of protecting me from the horrible torture of having to watch everyone having a good time. Wonderful! This was just what I needed... except that listening to Her voice got me even more squirmy than I already was. But because I am such a loyal, trustworthy, and loving pet, I followed Her instructions and made it through it without crying too much. I did get some support from Pantysue here, who bravely refused to stroke too, in a heartwarming show of solidarity! She did crumble after awhile, said "the hell with this!", and stroked until she caught up with the rest of the room. But I don't blame her for crumbling... Princess is awesome when She gets into a tease like this!

The people in the room were stroking when I left to listen to the MP3, and they were still stroking when I got back. I'm not sure how many times Princess might've edged them and then made them start again, but pretty soon, I heard the dreaded command,

"OK, take your hands away! ::giggles::"

Now here's the best part! Princess said that nobody was allowed to cum for the rest of the night! If anybody had any plans with a significant other, they had better find a way to do it without cumming! Awwwww... poor babiessssss!

I kinda lost my composure here, and began cackling and laughing at the chatters because I at least didn't have to take my hands away, and besides, I sure as shit wasn't gonna be able to cum anyway. Being locked up for 76 days will make you a little crazed, and actually I'm kinda sorry I lost it and laughed at everybody. OK, so I'm not sorry! Hahahahahaha! Serves you all right, you unlocked bastards! neener neener neener.... Bwahahahahahaha!

Sorry... really...

OK, I guess that's enough for today..... I'm losing it...

As always, I wuvs my Stroke Princess!

little bitchass

Happy Halloween Everybody!

And the scariest of Halloween wishes to all the Mistresses at LDW! Here's a special BOO! to My awesome Vampiratrix Mistress and Stroke Princess, Ms Grace! I'll give You some candy if You come to my house tonight, Princess!

Last night was Tuesday night, and of course that always means "Midnight Madness" time in the Community Kink chatroom! I'll tell you what I can remember about it, but I have been in a pretty pitiful state these last few days, and I'll tell you why in a minute.

But to begin with, Ms Grace did about the first half of the chat solo, and She busied Herself with tormenting the needy boys and demonstrating how easy it is for Her to take their souls. I was pretty safe because She took mine months ago. Not that I mind of course...

Ace arrived carrying an inflatible donut that he could park his sore ass on since it was still healing after last Tuesday's historic birthday pummeling. He also brought his special Ms Kate radio with him and we soon got a message from Ms Kate, saying She'd be late. She was torturing some lucky boy on a long phone call and was running a little late.

Ace seemed to be in a feisty mood... he even took all of Ms Grace's Reeses candies away from Her! What was most disturbing was how he did it. Princess would hold one between Her teeth, then lean forward, and Ace would take the Reese's with his teeth'es. I can't take much of watching that kinda stuff these days, so I covered my eyes.

We talked about halloween costumes, and Princess decided at the last minute to go with a Sexy Kitty costume rather than the Sexy Vampiratrix-Succubus. She realized that She was already a Sexy Vampiratrix-Succubus, and it would've been too easy for Her to go anywhere as that. Of course, She's already a pretty cute Pussy too, but at any rate, that's what She decided on. Mistresses can always change their minds!

All along the way, Princess kept sending the new arrivals over to Her blog to listen to Her latest MP3. I kept shaking my head as the poor fools went happily to their drooling fate. They weren't good for much of anything but incoherently mumbling stuff like"I surrender" and "take my soul" when they wandered back into the room.

Ms Kate arrived, and She was in a really playful mood from working over that boy in Her call. It didn't get by Her, or Princess Grace either, when a new chatter made the mistake of saying the "anything" word out loud in the chatroom. The poor bastard! He'll learn.....

Then we began to mix cookie dough for baking some nice Halloween cookies! But one of the tiny little boys who's name escapes me, unfortunately fell into the cookie dough and got mixed in. I say unfortunately because Princess happens to like munching on cookie dough, and the poor little feller lost a leg before Princess even knew he was in there. But we forged ahead and baked the cookies anyway.

Ace started to take advantage of the situation and began putting cookies down Ms Kate's blouse, which made Her invite him over to snuggle with Her. That's when I covered my eyes again. I got booted out of the room shortly after that and couldn't get back in for about 5 minutes, and when I got back it seemed half the room was gone. I LOVE these Java upgrades!

After I got back into the chatroom, it was time for the chat to end, and so the Mistresses went off to do their Mistressy duties, and the room emptied out like a bathtub after you pull the drain stopper out.

OK, as for me and my pitiful state, I've been cruising along in Princess Grace's little pink cage for the last few months, and I think I've been dealing with that reasonably well this time, at least up until a few days ago. That's when Princess told me that She mailed me a package. I'm hoping that part of the contents will be the keys that will unlock the cage so I can get out for awhile. I am also hoping it will be working keys! Not somebody else's... not ones with the teeth filed off... and certainly not ones that have been dipped in silver and turned into earrings. I would like these to work, and that's assuming that Princess will even let me turn them in the lock to find out. She usually likes to make me put one in the lock and then sit there and look at it and sweat out whether She's really gonna eventually let me out or not.

She also mentioned some kind of prezzie that She included, but won't tell me what it is.... as usual... She did tell me that I can't open the package until I can call Her on the phone, and until then, I'll have to just watch the package sitting there... taunting me... This can get very nervewracking and starts to drive me nuts after a few days. The episode with Boxy earlier this year is still very fresh in my mind, and talking to a cardboard box was definitely not normal.

I've gotten a few cryptic clues from Princess, but no real indication of what She's planning. She started the ball rolling with Her comment to this post in my blog a few nights ago. She also mentioned something about signing me up for something. BillyBear thinks maybe She enlisted me in the Marines. Then, last night during Midnight Madness, She told everybody that She disclosed Her plans for me to Her Boytoy, and he told Her that She was twisted.

Super...

But, as always, if it's fun for Princess, then I'm all in. She knows that I trust Her completely and that I'll at least try to do whatever She comes up with, and She doesn't even need to get me to say the "I'll do anything" death sentence for Her. So, whatever You're thinking, Princess, I'll do my best not to disappoint You. But one thing this is doing is making me constantly think about it, and wondering if today will be the day it arrives. I can handle the waiting pretty well until the end is in sight, and then I start to lose it really quickly. I found out from Princess that I now hold the record for longest time in denial by one of Her pets, and by the time the package gets here and I can do a call, I may just be a big puddle of raspberry Jello on the floor.

As always, I wuvs my Stroke Princess!

Quivering along at Day 75...

little bitchass

P.S. Thank you Ace for reminding me of a few things I had forgotten from the chat!

Oh Boy! I've Just Found What I'm Getting Princess Grace For Christmas!

And shush! Just remember, everybody... this is a secret, so keep this on the "down low", because I want it to be a big surprise for the Stroke Princess. I can't wait to see the tears of sheer joy that will be rolling down Her lovely cheeks when She opens this!

I have a few concerns that I need to address on it, because it's gas powered, and I hope that the noise and exhaust fumes won't be excessive. I'm also wondering if I might want to pre-mix some oil and gas mixture and send it along so Princess won't have to bother with all that messy stuff on Christmas morning.

OMG! Princess Grace is sooooo gonna love this prezzie!

little bitchass

One Violent Week In The Life Of A Chatroom...

This week has been a busy one for me so far, and so I'm gonna combine my usual chat reports and other updates into one giant blogpost that nobody will read anyway.

Where to start? Let's see.....

Tuesday night maybe? Yeah.. good start! Tuesday night! Midnight Madness! Tuesday night turned into a celebration of Ace's birthday, and Ace was lucky ::ka-chink:: to have survived it. From the moment he arrived, Ms Kate and the Stroke Princess teased and tormented the living daylights out of him. At some point during the teasing, the spanking and zapping commenced, and that escalated until poor Ace got one buttcheek branded with a huge "KG". I swear it sounded and smelled like there was bacon grilling in the chatroom.

Ace was still unlocked and out of his cage, and I understand he had been given a "get out of jail free" card, and was able to cum whenever he wanted. That bastard! When I heard that I started to lobby Ms Kate to put him back in the cage ASAP. If I can't have cummies, I don't want anybody else to be able to either. Think of all the fun you'll have being in lockdown over the Christmas holidays, Ace!

Moving on to Thursday night...

Another birthday, another beating...

Princess was in "a mood" last night! She was looking forward to punishing her "Lucky Blog Bitch" ::ka-chink:: today for not getting Her MP3 posted, and She was also looking for a dick to play with in the worst way. So of course, who strolls into the chatroom but BillyBear? Since yesterday was his birthday, it soon became apparent that it was gonna be BillyBear's turn for some pain. In addition to getting spanked by Ms Grace , the SpankMistress also showed up to pay Her "respects" and BillyBear soon found himself tied over a spanking bench. He got all of the fuzzy blue fur shaved off his ass, leaving it looking like a pink baboon ass. After that, he got his cheeks "prepared" with a topical application of ice onto and into his ass. Then came a lights out beating.... prolly the longest beating I've ever witnessed in the chatroom. It was almost as if Princess and the SpankMistress were actually enjoying turning his ass into hamburger. Ha Ha! Who am I kidding? Enjoying it? LOL... I kinda think Ace was munching on cookies and smiling a little while all this was going on too....

Part-time Mistress Steph Marie, obviously in a mood for blood, got in on the fun, at one point shooting poor BillyBear through his eye. Luckily ::ka-ckink:: for him, this was the same eye that got knocked out during that unfortunate skull-fucking incident some years back, and so it could've turned out much worse than it did.

But BillyBear never did snap, he bravely (or very stupidly, depending on how you look at it) stood there without crying, even asking for more, and proving once again that no Mistress can break him or make him beg for mercy.

And so, that's pretty much what happened in the two hosted Chat Events this week.

As an aside, I got some good news during the chat last night! Princess said that She was going to go to the Post Orifice today and was gonna mail me something! Oh boy! This could what I've been waiting for! She's been hinting very strongly that I'll be getting out of Her cage soon, and I'm hoping that She will be sending the key to the lock that's been containing me for the past 70 days. If it's not the key, I may be joining Ace in jingling our locks while we're singing Christmas carols this year. Either way, whatever makes my Stroke Princess happy, makes me happy. I just hope that me getting out tomorrow is what makes Her happy! LOL

OK, I wish I had time to add more stuff and fix mistakes, but I'm writing this at work, and my lunch hour was up about an hour ago. So it is what it is, and I hope the post is readable. Right now, I have to go back to work.

I know it's been a long time since I said this, but I do WUVS my Princess!

little bitchass

Princess Grace's Wild Kingdom...

I went to Ms Grace's Tease Time chat last night expecting that I would probably be tortured even closer to the point of insanity by our Stroke Princess than usual. It became apparent, not very long after Princess Grace arrived, that something was not going well in Her Kingdom. I think it was the,

::Well, welcome to My shitty night::

that tipped me off. It seems that Princess had been out doing Her Princess duties and had just had a vehicular encounter with one "traffically challenged" deer named Bambi. Princess said that She wasn't hurt, just a bit shook up, but Her Princess chariot didn't fare so well and will need some body work. And so, Tease Time became a game of "Take Princess' Mind Off Of The Accident" and we all did our best to help Her to enjoy Her evening at least.

There were lots of Bambi jokes and references to deer hunting made, and a few of the chatters left and came back into the room with new screen names that contained some variation of the "Bambi" theme. Princess threatened to shoot anybody appearing to be a deer, because She was still a widdle upset with Bambi, but mainly just deer in general.

A jello wrestling pool was set up and Princess stripped and jumped in and got into a rasslin' match with BillyBambiBear. He got the first points in when he surprised Princess and slammed Her onto Her back into the jello and tried to pin Her. She wasn't gonna have any part of being on the bottom for very long, and so She made a nifty move where She wrapped her legs around BillyBambiBear. Then She flipped him over the top and drove him straight onto the top of his head into the jello, and then pounced on him and pinned him by sitting on his head. I don't think he minded that very much from the dazed smile he had on his face when She finally let him up.

After the match was over, some of the rest of us took a few laps in the pool until we all finally got tired of feeling sticky, and so we got out and Princess hosed us down with a fire hose. From there, it was freeform chat the rest of the way, with lots of Princess teasing and more wildlife jokes mixed in for good measure.

As for myself, I got off very easily last night. I was expecting a much more difficult time, considering yesterday was my 62nd day locked up in Princess' little pink cage. Even so, Princess was still able to make me squirm, even without trying very hard. What a surprise, huh?

But the main thing was that I think we all were able to keep Princess laughing and took Her mind off of Her troubles for an hour, and if we did that, that makes me feel pretty good. She really did a remarkable job just by coming into the room and playing. That goes to show you what a true professional Stroke Princess She is. If it had happened to me, I think I would've been a wreck for a week.

Princess, I hope You're feeling better today and that this won't take up too much of Your time or attention. (Or take Your mind away from thinking about sending me a key... hee hee) You've certainly got enough on Your plate already.

For any of you who are reading this, maybe a trip to Her wishlist and a little prezzie buying might make Her feel a little better.

Your bitchass wuvs You, Princess!

See you all next time!

little bitchass

Well, I Was Gonna Wait For A While Longer Before Posting This...

But I needed something to get me out of my little Labor Day Weekend Funkathon, and what better way to do that than for me to talk about the One and Only Stroke Princess, my Mistress, Ms Grace? Seeeee? I'm feeling much better already!

The reason I wanted to wait to post this was to get just a little closer to a very special calendar date. If you will look at the lovely header on the top of my blog page, you'll see that September 20th, 2006 was the date that Princess Grace officially took me as Hers. Actually, I think She had already taken me a little while before this date, but since I can't seem to pinpoint the exact day, I decided to use the date of my first phonecall with Her as our official anniversary date.

I remember back in the first weeks after this happened, one of the things that I wanted most of all was Her assurance that I would still be Hers a year later. She told me to hush, and said that not only would I still be Hers a year later, but for many years after that as well. I don't think I can put into words just how good that made me feel.

It was about a week after officially becoming Hers, Princess also gave me a new name to use whenever I was in the chatroom. I became "jem_takenbyPrincessG", and I was so proud to be sporting Her name, because it was just like wearing a collar for Her in public.

And so the year passed slowly by. We talked on the phone... We chatted in IM... We emailed... I began this blog for Her... I sent Her prezzies and She sent me prezzies... The bond between us grew stronger and stronger... We became the closest of friends... We shared a lot of great times... We even shared a few unpleasant times, but going through those with Princess behind me made them seem not so bad after all.

In my time with Princess, we've done a lot of different types of play... from bondage, to spankings, to sissy challenges, to teasing and denial by the honor system, and now most recently I have been wearing Her CB2000 for Her whenever She decides it's time. As a matter of fact, as I write this I have been locked up for almost 3 weeks.

I've also been wearing the most lovely pink leather collar that Princess sent me as a symbol of Her ownership and of my submission to Her. Whenever I wear it, I get the most delicious feeling of closeness with Her, and I only wish I could wear it 24/7 for Her. Unfortunately, a pink leather collar, while beautiful to me, would not go over too well at my job, but Princess is very understanding of this and just wants me to wear it whenever I can. I'm wearing it now.

I'd like to think that I've gotten a lot stronger in the past year. Don't get me wrong, I am totally submissive to Ms Grace, but I'm not gonna let others walk all over me like I did when I first stuck my toes in the water here. I don't care what anybody else thinks anymore, because I'm happy with the way Princess does things. It works for me and that's why I keep calling Her. I think I've grown, and one thing is for sure, I have grown closer to Princess than I could ever have forseen just one year ago. I can only hope that Princess feels that same closeness too, but I believe in my heart that She does.

And so, we're only 2 short weeks away from our Anniversary, and I have been busy buying some prezzies for Her and anticipating making a call that weekend. The actual Anniversary falls on a Thursday night, and so I'm thinking that Tease Time on that night will be a hell of a lot of fun for me. I've really been looking forward to this date for months now, and I am totally squirming in my chair now that it's almost here!

To my wonderful Stroke Princess Ms Grace, I can't wait for the next few weeks to hurry by so I can officially tell You again how much this past year has meant to me. You have been the most awesome, most amazing, most exciting, Mean Cockteasing Mindfucktress Bitch Mistress and Spoiled Princess that I've ever met, and I am so happy to be Yours! Thank You so much for finding me and taking me into Your possession! You are SO very special to me!

I wuv You!

Your little bitchass