Hi everybody! Guest writer time! Last night was the latest in Princess Grace's Tease Time chat events, and I usually try to post a report on it for the benefit of lbb or anyone else who might have missed it. Much to my dismay, I had to leave the chat way too early, so I asked my pal BillyBear to fill me in on the parts I missed. His report was so good, that I asked him if he would take over and write the whole blogpost for this week. In my opinion, BillyBear is the funniest and most creative writer in all these blogspaces, so it's an honor for me to post his account on my blog! So here, for your reading pleasure, is his view of what happened!


Hi All,Well jem is apparently buried in the RealWorld and asked me to write up the TeaseTime entry for last night so that she could get it out in a timely fashion. Now mind you I see things a little differently then most but I'll try and make this just a straight up accounting. Pardon my language - I know I'll get a little worked up here.

Princess was in fine fucking form last night! She brought it, big time!

First before the event started and I always think of these TeaseTimes as 'events' I was in there asking people to vote. I'll always do it, I think of it as a courtesy. If you've ever experienced a TeaseTime then you know, come on admit it, you know you're going to have a great time. A lot of times of late Princess has been tossing in not one but three mp3s along with them. With her "pipes" and chops they are beyond hot!

So as a token of our appreciation I feel we should vote and it's easy. Just go to her blog and vote, it's on the top of the page.

http://psoprincess.blogspot.com/

These events usually have a ten minute or so warm up where folk get to interact with Princess Grace before she begins to uh work - lol. "Work" is inaccurate for one you can tell LOVES what she does so very much. Which is making us all wanty and needy and hard and well horny as hell. Princess's mood appeared to be very playful!

After the initial banter she had us listen to the MP3s in this order:

Come Home to Me (a sissy one)
Anything for Me (a humiliation one)
Do as You're Told (a stroker one)

Now I was a little bitter that she didn't do an earwax one but I rapidly got over it. Each of them are very very good, you can pick what best matches your interest(s) or if you're more of a utility infield pervert like me enjoy all three. "Do as You're Told" actually requires props. THAT was fun!"

Anything for Me" is one where Princess uses her "bossy" voice and is uh very humiliating.

"Come Home to Me" I liked a lot too but I tend to prefer Princess softer - I get yelled at enough at work - lol

The mp3s ended. Her room count climbed as high as 35 if not higher at times. Amazing!

Princess seemed to escalate from domme mode into a super mega bitch mode while everyone was begging to cum (she said something down the lines of, "You didn't think the teasing would stop when the mp3s were over, did you?") She had everyone take Her cock(s) back out, lube up and get to work. With nice slow strokes etc. Wonderful descriptions of how to do it. Then the scary mega bitch talk started. It was scary because of how both incredibly accurate and inaccurate it was at the same time. It was down the lines of, "Your want and need will grow until it consumes you." (accurate) later "Do you think I fucking care?!!" (inaccurate - Princess cares for her pets a great deal) but it fit the tone of her tease perfectly.

Then she said, "Cum for me my pets ... goood boys and gurls" as geysers of sperm erupted across America. If you left early, a pity you missed it!

Pop quiz. Of the two paragraphs above, which is the lie? Hmmmmmm?

::billybear whispers:: the second one! No one was permitted to cum.

My impressions are that this was a phenomenal TeaseTime and Princess was a wonderful ass kicking cock teasing bitch of a hostess.

Sincerely, awesome job Princess!

Her billybear


Thanks, BillyBear! Awesome job yourself!

If anyone hasn't read Billybear's stuff before, I recommend that you go visit his blog and get caught up! But be warned, his blog is dangerously funny, so don't blame me if you have to change your underwear after you read it!

Princess, sorry that I couldn't stay, but what I saw was awesome! The mp3s were fantastic as always, and you had me all needywanty even though I didn't see the whole thing!

little bitchass

OMG! Girl Friday here.... I know I shouldn't do this, but it's too funny to keep to myself! I've just got to share this IM I just got from my gal pal, little bitchass. I know she's probably going to get a little irritated with me, but if she gets too upset, I'll just go hide in Tracer's wanking room until the heat dies down. Here's the IM....

LB: You there?
GF: Yep, bitchass, I'm here.... working late... what's up?
LB: Oh gawd, I am soooo embarrassed and I don't know what to do!
LB: I don't know if I'll ever be able to show my face around the WOT chatroom again...
GF: Why? What the holy hell happened? It can't be all THAT bad...
LB: Geez Friday, I don't want this to ever get out, but I've gotta talk to somebody about it!
LB: I don't know if you remember him or not, but there's this guy I hang out with...
LB: Went by the name of billy... wierd dude!
LB: Well, he built this Transdorkimizer machine, or something like that anyway,
LB: He had this crazy idea to turn himself into a big fierce bear...
LB: Probably so Miss Tara would stop picking on him in the chatroom...
LB: So the dumbass changed his name to BillyBear, and climbed into the machine..
LB: Well, his stupid machine fucked up... blew a gasket or something..
LB: And now he's this chubby little CareBear looking thing!
GF: WTF!
LB: Tell me about it! When I first saw him, I couldn't help it! I laughed my ass off!
LB: He got all pissed off and stuff!
LB: Started gnawing on my knees since thats as high as he could reach!
GF: You've gotta be kidding me! lol
LB: Well, you if anybody should know about painful knees, so don't laugh too hard...
LB: Anyway, BillyBear called me and asked me to meet him a couple of nights ago..
LB: Told me it was some big secret, (scroll down through comments for super secret details)
LB: I had to have the code name JJ, and he'd be BB...
LB: He said we needed secret code names so MsGrace wouldn't know who we were..
GF: What a fucking idiot!
LB: So we met in the parking garage over at the LDW Building...
GF: Who does he think he is? Tracer? LMAO!
LB: Of course not! But he had a scheme that he wanted to clue me in on...
GF: A scheme? What kind of scheme?
LB: Well, before he became a real CareBear, he had this CareBear suit..
LB: And he would wear it, and sneak into MsGrace's bedroom when she was away...
LB: See, he knew MsGrace liked to snuggle with her CareBear before going to sleep...
LB: So, he'd toss her bear under the bed and lie quietly in his bear suit and wait...
LB: Then, when MsGrace went to bed, she would snuggle with him...
LB: I know he's an idiot, but even idiots have good ideas sometimes...
GF: Well what does that have to do with you? Why are you embarrassed?
LB: I'm getting to that!
LB: Remember the secret meeting I mentioned?
GF: Yes?
LB: Well, since he didn't need the bear suit anymore, he gave it to me..
LB: And told me to try the snuggle scam with MsGrace...
LB: So, I figured why not? I sure wouldn't turn down a snuggle with her!
GF: Bitchass..... for Gods sakes! MsGrace likes you even without a bear suit on...
LB: Yeah, but she doesn't snuggle with me, so I figured this would help...
LB: Anyway, I knew MsGrace had gone out with her friend Miss Tara..
LB: And while they were out doing God knows what, I headed over to her place...
LB: I got the doorman to let me in, told him I was her maid and had to clean up...
LB: So when I was inside, I put the suit on, and it was NOT easy!
LB: The suit is already padded, and I had a hard time cramming my boobs into it..
LB: Finally got the zipper up, and went into the bedroom...
LB: I saw her bear lying there, so I took him and put him in the closet...
LB: Then I got into bed and waited...
GF: I have a bad feeling about this, bitchass... what were you thinking?
LB: Look, I was all needywanty, and not exactly thinking straight, OK???
LB: So, anyway, after a long wait, I heard MsGrace come in the front door...
LB: Knew it was her, even though I couldn't look, because she was giggling a lot...
LB: So I figured that her and Miss Tara must've gotten into the jello shots again...
GF: Oh geeez... not jello shots!
LB: So she went into the bathroom, showered, and changed into her nighty...
LB: She came out and got into bed, and right away she snuggles up to me...
LB: Pulled me close to her and held me tight...
LB: It was NOT easy trying to lie still and be quiet,
LB: especially when she started murmuring in my ear...
LB: I had to bite down on the pillow to keep from whimpering too loud!
GF: Ummmm.. can you excuse me for a moment? Have to make a call....
LB: Well, eventually she fell asleep, still holding me tight against her...
LB: And then I must've dropped off to sleep myself..
LB: I had the strangest dream, where Princess started nuzzling me...
LB: and licking my face...
LB: I must've rolled onto my tummy, because then I felt her climb on my back...
LB: Hugging me and making these strange noises, and I lost it and started moaning...
LB: Then I started to wake up, and I got all confused...
LB: Because Princess was standing over by her nightstand, giggling like hell!
LB: What's she doing over there?
LB: And why did I still feel like she was hugging me from behind?
LB: That's when I snapped wide awake...
LB: What the hell is going on? What is this on my ba...................
LB: EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEK!
LB: BillyBear never told me MsGrace had a dog who loved humping bears!
GF: EWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW
LB: I looked at MsGrace and she was smiling and saying, "Don't worry sweetie"...
LB: "She's a female... "
LB: But then I noticed that Ms Grace was holding something in her hand....
LB: Friday! It was a little doggie strap-on!
GF: ROTFLMAO!!!!!
OK, I was laughing so hard at that point, I couldn't read any more, so I just hit the reset on the computer. I'm hoping little bitchass will just think that we had a disconnection. I wonder if she's still wearing the bear suit?

If you need me, I'll probably be in Tracer's wank closet for a few days.

Girl Friday

Well, late again, but here's a little tidbit to show you what you missed if any of you didn't make it to MsGrace's Tease Time on Thursday night.

As you know, our lovely Princess had been battling a bad case of the flu for the past week, but now she was all ready to get back into the swing of things at Tease Time. The first sign of trouble was a cryptic warning that she posted in her blog, saying that she hadn't played in a week, and promising that all who showed up would be on their knees, and would be teased like never before. Then she went on to say that she had made some special new MP3s. She didn't say what she planned to do with these MP3s, but from past experience, I figured it was gonna be a long night. OK, I'm up for that!

I got home from work and signed onto the computer and before long a message window popped up from Princess! Yum! I love it when that happens! She needed to try out her MP3s on someone, and since she knows that I have such a high tolerance against being affected by her MP3s, she wanted me to give her my opinion of them.

High tolerance my ass! After the first little 2 minute one, I was starting to squirm in my chair. After listening to the second one, I was wishing I had a pair of handcuffs so I could cuff my wrists behind me to keep me from touching things. By the time the third one finished, I was in such a needy wanty state that I messaged Princess with, "I would be begging right now, but I'm sure it won't do any good with Tease Time coming up". I already knew I didn't have a chance in hell of cumming any time soon, but her reply confirmed it... "so trueee lol". As BB always says.... super. An hour and a half to go to Tease Time, and my fuse was lit already... I had provided her with a running commentary of what I was feeling while listening to the MP3s. Of course I got plenty of sympathy from Princess, judging by her "awwww... poor baby", and "awwwww... My poor little jemjem" lines, with lots of "awwwws", "LMAOs", and ::giggles:: sprinkled in to show her deep concern for me.

Well, 10 o'clock finally rolled around, and I had managed to make it all the way to Tease Time without melting down. At the appointed time, Princess entered the chatroom and everyone exchanged greetings. I've noticed that this is a great time for sucking up to Princess, and we all did such a great job of it, hoping that she would remember it when push came to shove during the tease.

Billy came in under his new name BillyBear, in a lame attempt to try to hijack Princess' favor by claiming to have bought a cute little prezzie bear for her which he obviously hadn't! He also tried to get her to name it after him, the little shit! Princess was too smart to be taken in by his devious plan, and said that she was gonna name it after the rightful sender. So that was that, and off we went into Tease Time proper.

As I expected, Princess was still firmly in her playful mood, and at the same time, firmly in control of all of us. First, she prepared everyone by making us listen to the new MP3s that I had listened to earlier. This was just what I needed, and I was sent right back to needywantyland, exactly where I had left off just an hour and a half before. After we were all tenderized by being worked over by her MP3s, she had us all get neekid and kneel in front of her while she described her unbelievably sexy outfit to us. I'm not gonna tell you everything she was wearing except that it was sexy and black, and if I describe it any further I will be all needywanty again, so too bad. You shoulda been there.

After pulling up a chair and teasing us by sitting right there in front of us, she stuck out one of her yummy feet and made us take her shoe off. Then she did the same for her other foot. She got up and slowly and sensually removed her black thigh highs, and walking behind us, used one of them to tie our hands behind our backs. Then she walked around to the front and tortured us by wrapping the other stocking around.... well... I don't have to tell you where she wrapped it and what she did with it... do I?

Now it's usually at this point in the tease that I start having trouble remembering exactly what happened and when, because Princess has dropped me into the special place that she so enjoys dropping me into. All I know is that I wanted her and needed her sooooo badly, and I think I remember that everyone else was feeling much the same feelings. The tease got more and more intense, with Princess obviously enjoying what she was doing to us all. I absolutely knew that she was gonna get us on the edge and then pull back and tell us "no no no!". But she kept going, and brought us to the edge and held us there for the longest time. Everyone was wailing and lamenting at this point, and more than one began to beg Princess to let them cum. I was strong though, and didn't beg once. Princess knew that we were at the breaking point, and felt it was necessary to remind us with, "no cummies yet!"

Wait! Did she really say "yet"? I read it again, and yep yep... she really did say "yet". At last! A faint glimmer of hope that the dreaded "take your hands away now" might not happen afterall? Princess wasn't making it easy on us though... she admitted that yes, she had said "yet", but that she was just as likely to rip the rug out from under us at the last second and we'd go away frustrated beyond belief again. Princess kept us on the edge and in that uncertain state for a while longer, and she was very much enjoying herself, and rightly so, because she is the cockteasingest Bitch Mistress on the planet after all....

That's when it happened!

"Cum for Me NOW!"

OMG! It can't be true! She let us cum only a month ago! How can this be? Well, I didn't wait around for her to change her mind, and neither did anybody else. A disturbance rippled through the Force like a chatroom full of people reaching Nirvana all at the same time. Princess asked the most leading question of the century with, "How are you all feeling, now? ::giggle::"

Well, I know how I was feeling, and I'll tell you what it was. I was feeling spent, but at the same time, the most intense feeling of pride filled me. Princess Grace had just given us an awesome present and an amazing demonstration of what she can do, and I was just proud as hell that I could say that I even know this most incredible Mistress, let alone to say that she wanted me as one of her pets. Princess..... you are the best ever!

Everyone else, be there next Thursday! You won't regret it, I guarantee it!

little bitchass

Hi gang! Just wanted to pass along some good stuff to you!

If you've been following my blog, you already know about the continuing Tracer Bullet Billy series. Lately, Billy has been working solo on an epic Tracer tale, which contains a cast of thousands. The cast was assembled from Mistresses and friends in the LDW Group and the LDW chatrooms.

The story is "The Oddity", and is contained in 4 "books" and an epilogue. It has been adapted from a famous incident in history. It's sad, funny and very touching all at the same time. In it, the author examines some very interesting views on Mistress/pet relationships. I really do recommend that you all take the time to read all 4 books, because I think you'll enjoy it. I know I did! Billy is a very talented writer and this makes for a great read!

To make it easier to find, I'll include links to all 4 of the books. Billy's blog can also be accessed through a link on the right sidebar of my blog. Check out his other writings too, because they are a hoot!

Book 1 "Armada of Idiots"
Book 2 "Defection"
Book 3 "Olympos"
Book 4 "Thermopylae"
Epilogue

There are also some very helpful hyperlinks sprinkled throughout the text that you can follow to learn more about the original historical incident.

Read and enjoy!

little bitchass

Little Bitchass And The Giantess Island Day Spa Scam

OK.... somebody's gonna pay. I was having a pretty good day yesterday, until I made the mistake of taking advantage of this free offer of a day at a spa on a tropical island. How can that be a mistake you say? Well I'm about to tell you......

I was stupid. I shoulda known that no spa would ever send a plane ticket to a tropical isle, for starters. But I packed a change of panties and went anyway. The first sign of trouble was when the plane turned out to be so old it was made out of wood. Pretty soon, I saw an island below us. I knew something was really wrong when the stewardess, who's name was Tattoo, pushed me out of the door of the plane wearing a parachute made out of old bedsheets. The parachute didn't slow me down very much, so I tried to help by holding my extra pair of panties over my head. As I fell screaming like a banshee towards the water below, I couldn't help but wonder if this spa offer might not be a scam of some sort. I hit the water, landing right in the middle of a flock of giant sharks, but for some reason, they pretty much shied away from me. So I turned towards the island, and using my boobs for floaties, swam my ass off in the direction of the beach.

Once on the beach, I was welcomed by a very large and very inquisitive blonde who I recognized as Giantess Gretchen. She picked me up by the neck and at first I thought it was gonna be a lot of fun, because she plunked me down into her bra between her soft, zeppelin sized boobs. There was another tiny human nearby, but I couldn't tell if he was a native or a visitor, because of the dense cloud of acrid smoke that always seemed to hover around him. I found out soon enough that he was a visitor too, when the friendly Giantess decided to get playful and started chasing us both around, trying to squish us into the sand. Then, she decided to play "airplanes" with us. She was having the greatest of times, making airplane and machine noises, and tossing us up and down the beach like gliders.

After one of her particularly long heaves, I landed right in front of my old friend Billy, who with a maniacal gleam in his eyes was holding up a sign that read, "Welcome to Deviant Pervert Roast, Little Bitchass". Things went pretty much downhill for me from this point on. It seems that I had been had, and that the offer of the day at the spa was a setup to get me out to the island so I could become a playtoy for Giantess Gretchen. Billy seemed bent on convincing Giantess Gretchen that I was evil incarnate. Now, everybody but Giantess Gretchen probably knows by now that I am a sweetie and never hurt nobody in my life. If you don't believe me, ask Princess Grace or Miss Tara, who oddly enough, were nowhere to be found while I was trying desperately to talk my way out of trouble.

Billy kept up his non-stop accusations, weaving a masterful web of deceit, and eventually convincing the otherwise well meaning Giantess that I was indeed the devils spawn. Lie after lie rained down (or maybe up) on Giantess Gretchen's ears. I finally started to see the handwriting on the wall, and decided to call in the big guns, who in this case happened to be a little dick. I didn't catch it at the time, but after calling Tracer on the cell, he was on the beach in front of me in only 5 minutes. I was beginning to smell a rat....

Tracer seemed to have a little problem with the retainer check that I had given Friday for just such an emergency, and instantly he turned on me and provided further damning evidence of my involvement in the blackest of evil doings. He even accused me of plotting to poison Giantess Gretchen with barrels of radioactive pineapple juice. Soon, other friends emerged from the lush vegetation and onto the beach, where they all performed the most amazing pile-on that I've ever seen. I have to hand it to them all, they were good.

The ever angelic Woomba LeGree was there, accusing me of everything from throwing his stupid tomato plants into the bay to drilling holes in the bottom of his boat and sinking it. He even fabricated a huge lie about me planning to slingshot Giantess Gretchen in the ass with green grapes. No matter how absurd the lies became, the not-so-gentle Giantess bought into them.

One after another, more of my friends showed up... Ace.... (name removed due to threat of litigation)... Asia.... all adding to the false testimony against me. Even people who I had never met before were chiming in with "Yes! She's evil! Burn her!" A conspicuous absentee was my pal Friday, who I assume was on the phone with MsGrace, like she usually is during most of her waking hours. I can't blame Friday though... MsGrace is a real knockout and she just happens to be my Mistress too.

So after hours of torturous testimoany (spelling intended, btw), the Prosecution rested, and evidently so did my Defense, the ever loyal Tracer (Benedict Arnold) Bullet Billy, who was busy chasing around a cute little island girl and offering her Thin Mints. Giantess Gretchen took all of 30 seconds to decide my fate. Guilty!

I was put into a large cage, which turned out to be a supersized version of one of those wheels that hamsters run on. The ever-friendly Giantess lit a humongous candle under the wheel, so I'd have to keep running or burn my bare feet, which unfortunately had lost their shoes in the fall from the plane. Giantess Gretchen and all of my "friends" seemed to get the greatest pleasure out of watching my eee's smack me in the face as I ran terrified on the wheel. Tracer even left the little island girl alone long enough to come watch the gruesome spectacle while he ate popcorn and took pictures.

I eventually got so exhausted that I couldn't run any longer and so I confessed to everything to make them stop. I was let out of the wheel, and seeing an opportunity, made a dash for the beach. Running on tiptoe in beach sand because your feet are blistered is not the fastest way to run, so I was caught almost immediately and flicked out beyond the shark reef again. As I sailed out over the water, I heard Giantess Gretchen's booming voice talking about volcano sacrifices, but that was the least of my worries at the moment. The sharks waited for me to fall, wearing lobster bibs and holding forks in their fins. I splashed down in the middle of them and batted at them to keep them away. I suddenly remembered the perfume gun that Friday had given me and began firing away at the now terrified sharks. The sharks began gagging and coughing, and that gave me time to swim to shore. I was careful to come out of the water at the farthest end of the beach from Giantess Gretchen and all my traitorous friends. While there, I saw some of the prettiest and most aromatic flowers that you have ever seen, so on an impulse, I rubbed them all over my body like perfume.... so much sweeter than the vile trash that Friday uses.

I became aware of the sound of laughter echoing up the beach from the direction of my tormentors. "I see you found the mutant poison sumac", the Jokester Giantess chortled.... I considered giving myself up, but about that time, the pineapple juice took effect, and the Giantess became sleepy. She headed off to bed, which gave me time to build a raft and float back to civilization.

So here I am, back home again with blistered feet, and rolling around on the carpet trying to get some relief from this hellish itching. I took names during my time in hell, and I will be sure to repay all of you bastards who participated in due time. Just as soon as my rash heals, that is.

You're all goin' down!

little (better watch your back) bitchass

Hey! Friday here... Has anybody seen my pal little bitchass today? She wasn't at her apartment this morning when I stopped by to test out some new restraints on her. I'm starting to get a little worrried. Last I knew, she got a mysterious invitation to a day spa on some island, and since the plane ticket was already paid for, she was gonna go over there and get some much needed R&R. Geez.... That's odd.... I hope that invitation was on the up and up.....

And speaking of odd things, the little dick hasn't shown up at the office yet today. Wonder what he's up to? Probably talking to that nice MsGrace again. He is such a pushover when it comes to her.

Girl Friday

I had the oddest experience last night. It was very late when I went into the chatroom and I was tired. I'm pretty sure I fell asleep in the room, and that's when I had the strangest dream. Princess Grace was in my dream, along with a lot of the regular crew of roomies. There was a lot of talk going back and forth about stuff like Mistresses sending and receiving panties and lots of cookies being given out. But then my dream got really strange after that.

Princess morphed into a Kitty, and she was prowling around the room on all fours, nuzzling up to people and purring. I have to say that she was the sexiest Kitty I have ever seen. Everyone was cooing, stroking her "fur", and scratching her between her ears. This Kitty seemed to like to tease.... a lot like Princess Grace does. Somehow, the Kitty also seemed to sense that some of us were in denial mode, and she began to do things that were sure to make us squirm. This Kitty even giggled like Princess Grace! She would lie on her back and purr with her feet up in the air and let us rub her belly. Every once in awhile, she would get thirsty, and pad over to her bowl and lap up some of the thick white cream that was in the bowl. This had a very noticeable effect on the room, because a collective moan and groan would go up from the crowd whenever she took a drink.

She jumped up, licked my face, and curled up in my lap at one point, and seeing the pretty Kitty on my lap made me think all kinds of naughty thoughts. Because I'm on denial, I remember moaning softly and desperately thinking things like, "no cummies no cummies no cummies". When the Kitty got down off my lap, she did her sexy Kitty walk over to KC, who is also a denial enthusiast, and tormented him severely. After a few minutes of that, I was expecting poor KC to erupt in a geyser of cum, but he stood strong. Good for you, KC.... believe me, I felt your pain!

Then the Kitty needed her nap, and so she left the room, flicking her tail suggestively at everyone on her way out. The dream gets a little fuzzy here, because next thing I know, I'm sitting there in squishy panties. I have no idea what happened to the rest of the people in the room. Around this time I think I woke up and turned off the computer to go to bed, but as I got undressed for bed, I noticed that I was still wearing the squishy panties from my dream. How strange is that???

Will the cute and sexy Kitty ever show up in the chatroom again? Who knows, but if she does, I think I'm gonna have a box of panty liners handy.

In the meantime, I will probably be needing therapy after having a dream like that. Princess, do you think I can make an appointment with youuuuuu?

Princess' little bitchass

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Friday here... OK.... something weird is goin on at the office. Right now I'm sitting over at the library on my lunch break, and just shaking my head over the the way Tracer has been acting the last few days. Ever since we closed the case of Mistr... errr.. that MsGrace dame's missing panties, Tracer has been acting like a needy puppy. At first I thought that MsGrace had something to do with it, but if it was that, I think I would be affected too, but I'm acting perfectly normal. But that does remind me, I need to give her another follow-up call and see if her panties are still safe.

Tracer has been spending a lot of time in his secret wanking room with the door locked, ever since that day last week where he had another burrito attack. The dick never learns, and he's beginning to piss me off because I'm the one who has to clean the office bathroom, and it's hard to get any cleaning done when you have to hold your breath for that long. Really, I think he should go see the sawbones and find out what's wrong, because something inside him is evil. It's just not normal for a human being to be so toxic.

But the thing that really has me kinda worried, is all the strange things he's been asking me to do for him at work. A few days ago, he came out of his little room and asked me to make him a list of all the Greek names that I can find. All I can think of is that he might be taking up Greek dancing. You know, where the guys wear the little skirts with white pantyhose and those cute shoes with the big white pompoms on them?

I wasn't really surprised about the Greek dancing thing, but yesterday, he comes out of his cummie closet and asks me to order all the kitchen utensils I can get ahold of. And I'm not talking 10 or 20 here.... He's talking like 20000 or more! I've been humoring this looneytunes by going along and making it sound like he's normal or something, but there's no way we can afford all those utensils, even if I comparison shop. That kind of expense would cut way into my business related calling time with MsGrace, so I'm just telling him I'll get them ordered as soon as I can. In the meantime, I have a plan that will keep our costs wayyyyy down. I'm telling people that we're opening a cooking school for needy wanty pets, and we've been getting lots of utensils donated for next to nothing! I got a big donation from that nice Mr Ace just by flashing my gams at him.

Well, my 2 hour lunch break is over, so I'm gonna head back to the office and see if Tracer is still in his yum yum room. If I hold the glass up to the door just right, I can hear sounds like "uh huhhhhh" and ::giggles::, but haven't heard anything else that will explain what that nimrod has been up to. And I can't forget to call Mistr.... errr.. MsGrace to see if she needs any more housework done today.

I'll let you all know if Tracer keeps acting weird. Oh wait... when DOESN'T he act weird?

Girl Friday

mmmmm..... Tease Time.... I've put up quite a few postings about Princess Grace's Tease Time chats, and I kinda wonder sometimes if some of you might be getting tired of hearing me talk about them all the time. Well, I do talk a lot about Tease Time because I always enjoy spending the time with Princess and experiencing her awesome teases. I also like to write about them because Princess is my Mistress, and I can never talk about her enough.

The chats are always amazing, and honestly, I don't know how it's possible that they seem to get better every week, but they do. Princess has been in a super mood ever since the holidays, and I think it has carried over into her chats. The past few weeks have been a really happy time for me, and I'm pretty sure that's because I feel that she is too. And then she came into Tease Time.....

We had a great crowd of strokers and sissies in the room, and I don't think I've ever seen a Tease Time crowd so well behaved and respectful of Princess. It was awesome to see! Everybody seemed to be hanging on her every word, and a few had to stop what they were doing and take a break once in awhile... not mentioning any names though, billy...

Princess got right down to business, and used a theme that's dear to me, which involves having her vict... errr.. subject hanging stretched out by the wrists so that there's no possibility of touching themselves or moving much of anything. This is a great theme for a tease, because it's easy to see how frustrating it would be. So then Princess goes to work. Moving around... touching... rubbing... nibbling... biting... teasing... front and back... mmmm. Then erotically stripping clothing off of herself... watching her pleasure herself... taking off her wet panties and putting them in your mouth... making you taste her wet fingers... mmmm. Oh my Gawwwd, I was having a hard time handling this and it got even worse for me when Princess confessed that she was getting excited too!

After awhile, it seemed like everybody in the room was moaning and begging for relief, and that's when Princess transformed into her alter ego, Miss Mean Cockteasing Bitch, and sat back and just laughed at our suffering. I think it's the begging that triggers her transformation, like a werewolf when the full moon comes up. And because she had let us cum a couple of times in the last month, everybody knew that the chances were good that we were gonna go away needy, wanty, and aching. Miss Mean Cockteasing Bitch was only too happy to oblige.

So Princess! Thank you so much for the great tease! You were fantastic, and I was so proud of you in the room and peacock proud to be yours! mmmmm... next week..........

Wuv my Princess...

little bitchass

Princess Call sighting! Just wanted to deliver an "on my knees" thank you to Princess Grace for the awesome call we had last night! Princess... you are totally amazing! I think that was the best call we have ever had! You absolutely wiped me out! I hope you enjoyed it as much as I did!

(I do sooooo love hanging out with my Mistress)

My apologies to everyone in the chatroom last night, if you thought I was acting more strangely than I usually do. Probably the only person in the room who had any clue what was wrong with me was Billy, because he knew where I had just been. When I came into the room, I had just finished the call with Princess, and I was there but at the same time not there, if that makes any sense. I hope I didn't miss saying hello to any of my friends. If I did, I'm sorry, because I didn't mean to. I was also missing a lot of what was being said in the room. I really think that Princess had sunk me so deeply into subspace during our call, that it took me a long time to float back up to the surface after she was done with me. I didn't feel anywhere near back to normal until I had been in the chatroom for a while, but by then it was curfew time, and I had to leave.

I'm not gonna go into any details on what we did during the call, but will tell you that I think I made Princess happy near the end of the call, when I begged..... and begged..... and begged.....

Wuv ya Princess!

little bitchass

And by the way Princess, let me know when you need me to help you on that little "project" we talked about!

Happy New Year everyone! 2007 is finally here, and from the looks of things, with Princess' help, it's gonna be a blast!

Wishing the best to all the Mistresses at LDW and over at Sissyjunction, as well as to all the chatroom friends who made it through 2006 with me. There's just way too many of you to mention by name, but you know who you are.

Miss Tara, greetings to you and thank you for being such a great Hostess at your Tea Parties, and also for your input in the blogs! My butt has your paddle prints all over it now.... owww...

A big New Years hug goes out to krissi for being my good friend and also for suggesting that we explore the LDW sites in the first place. If she hadn't suggested that one simple little thing, I may have never met Princess Grace, or any of you for that matter. I get goosepimples thinking of the "what-ifs" here. Obviously, that's such a HUGE gift, sis! Thank you!

A special greeting and thank you to billy, for being my pal, and for letting me get involved in his TracerBulletBilly series. I've been having such a blast adding my small contributions to his excellent work! Gawd, this guy makes me laugh soooo much!

A special thank you and hello goes out to lbb too, for his help in getting this blog up and running in the first place. I'm kinda sorry I wasn't the one who got framed in the panty heist, you lucky ba.....

Ace, more greetings and a thank you to you for being a friend, and for being there to compare notes on this funny little denial business!

And last but definitely not least, and you all know what's coming, the most special of all greetings to my wonderful Mistress, Princess Grace. I really can't say enough about what a difference you've made in my life after only a few short months. My time with you as one of your pets has been much more fulfilling than you know, and I'm confident that 2007 will be a great year, if only you will keep me close. Thanks for being you! Warmest hugs and kisses to you, Princess. Wuv ya!

I don't mean to offend anyone by not mentioning more names, but there are so many I could list and I would most likely omit somebody by accident. I don't want that to happen, so just want you to know that I love you all!

See y'all in the coming year!

little bitchass

P.S. Friday says hi and Happy New Year to all. Well, to everybody but Tracer that is.....

Friday here again... Back in the library, only a few short days after wrapping up our latest investigation. The good news is that we closed out the case of MsGrace's missing panties. I'm feeling very confused and a little betrayed though. For one thing, the panty thief was finally identified, and it turned out to be none other than my ethically challenged boss. I can't help but feel sorry for one of the suspects in this case. Tracer knew all along that Mr Ace was innocent, but he still terrorized the guy anyway. Mr Lbb wasn't the thief either, but I don't think he regrets his fate too much. Everything turned out great for him. The saddest part is that I, being the innocent and trusting soul that I am, unknowingly went right along with Tracer's bogus scam. Besides inconveniencing those poor bastards, my boss and I shot countless innocent bystanders along the way, and even shot each other quite a few times. Unfortunately I got hit a lot more than Tracer did. That dick! I'm glad I painted his stupid fern now....

It turns out that Tracer had lifted a wad of cash from that heiress bimbo in the previous case before he capped her. He secretly palmed most of it and tossed the rest to me like he was God's gift to mankind or something. He took that palmed money and built himself a secret little wanking room off the side of his office. This became the hiding place for MsGrace's panties until the big secret was revealed. I'm a little bit peeved about Tracer wasting the money on a stupid private closet, when I had used my portion of the cash to pay for business related stuff. He could've at least made it a half-bath, which we desperately need at the office whenever he eats Mexican food.

Tracer had secretly gotten hooked up with MsGrace months ago and he never told me about it. No wonder our credit cards were always maxxed out! So when MsGrace wanted that nice Mr Lbb framed and brought to her, she used her panties as the bait. Tracer, without clueing me in, dragged me into it and played me like a french horn. (That was french horn, not french whore... before anybody gets any ideas...)

We collected up Mr Lbb, and delivered him to MsGrace just as planned and right on schedule. I'm kinda sorry now that I squirted him in the face with the chloroform, but in my defense, I didn't know then what I know now. After we got him there, some really strange stuff started to happen, including Tracers big reveal of MsGrace's master plan. Lbb got taken by MsGrace into a wierd room with furnishings that I'm pretty sure didn't come from Ikea. From the sounds I heard coming from behind the door, it didn't sound like Mr Lbb was having such a bad time. But even though he made me feel all foolish and betrayed, I still can't be mad at Tracer. I'll tell you why...

When I first got involved in this case, I thought I was too smart to get myself taken by one of those Mistress dames. Boy was I ever wrong! From the day MsGrace first came to the office, I began to have the most confusing feelings I have ever had in my life. I found myself calling her Mistress. Normally, this wouldn't be too acceptable when talking to a client, but she didn't seem to mind me calling her that one little bit. I knew that I should be acting like a professional, but at the same time found myself wanting and needing to be around MsGrace more every day. I needed to hear her voice (mmmmmm... that voice), and I spent a whole lot more company time trying to reach her on the phone than I probably should have. As the investigation dragged on, I felt the pull of MsGrace getting stronger and stronger.

I was finally allowed to see MsGrace's plans for me after she took Mr Lbb into that rumpus room of hers. She came out and made me kneel on a pillow, showed me the prettiest pink leather collar you have ever seen, and fastened it around my neck. Geez... after thinking I was too smart for this to happen, it became crystal clear to me that I had just been taken. She even called me her pet.

She told me to wait, so I knelt there, alone with my thoughts, listening to Mr Lbb moaning in the other room. Realizations flooded my brain. The collar felt good on me... I knew I would never voluntarily take it off again... I was now MsGrace's pet... Knowing that I was Hers gave me the most warm and happy feeling imaginable... I wanted and needed Her... She owns all of me... She is Everything to me... I absentmindedly began to softly rub my inner thigh... mmmmmm....

I was jolted out of my reverie by the sound of MsGrace returning from the other room. As She walked over to me with Her flogger in Her hand, I was overcome by Her presence and beauty. I found myself unable to look up at Her and so I lowered my eyes because it felt like the proper thing to do. My Mistress placed the handle of the flogger under my chin and raised my head so that I was looking up at Her. She smiled sweetly, clipped a leather leash onto my collar and said "Come with Me, My pet", and led me into the next room. I took one last look back, and as I watched my old life disappear from sight behind the slowly closing door, I remember knowing that nothing would be the same from that point on. But I didn't care... all was good.

As I sit here writing this, I'm not really sure where things will go from here. I haven't seen Tracer in over three days, and I don't know if he's gone on a vacation or what. All I know is that he was gone when MsGrace finished with me that day. I keep coming into the office whenever MsGrace doesn't need me for anything, but who knows how much longer I'll be in the detective business? The pink collar sometimes draws comments and stares, but I don't mind, because I know the real reason it's there. So I guess for now, it's business as usual for TracerBulletBilly Investigations, Inc... that is, if Tracer ever decides to bring his lazy ass back to work.

Well that's all for today, so I think I'll go back over to the office. I need to park my butt in the Lazy Boy and put my feet up for awhile. My knees are getting kinda achy from all the lead that's been going through them.

And maybe someday, when the timing is right, I might tell you what went on inside of MsGrace's rumpus room on that fateful day.

Girl Friday

Hi everybody! Girl Friday here, and I'm back after my short period of unemployment. I managed to get a small raise in salary from Mr Generosity as a condition for coming back. It may have helped my position that I had all the office keys and computer passwords, and Tracer wasn't able to get into the office without me there to let him in.

I even managed to wangle a longer lunch break, which is a good thing because I had to agree not to blog on company time anymore, so I'm writing this on a computer over at the public library. Tracer won't see the blog anymore, because he has never set foot in a library in his life.

Here's how the rehiring came about. I was kinda pissy over my job situation (a bad case of PMS didn't help) when I happened to run into my ex boss over in the WOT chatroom. The atmosphere in the room was pretty chilly between Tracer and me, but that nice Mistress Miss Tara encouraged us to get back together so we could get on with the missing panties investigation we're working on for MsGrace. So after shooting some people who weren't showing proper respect to the Mistresses, and then shooting each other a couple of times, we agreed to talk about a reconciliation. Miss Tara's friend Miss Sarah kept Tracer off balance by giving him a hard time, and I think that helped me by keeping him from focusing on my request for a raise.

It seems the shooting helped bring us back together, but I think Miss Tara doesn't like loud noises or something, because she seemed to get a little irritated. One of our confidential informants told us that she's a former hippie chick, so maybe gunplay offends her, but irritated or not, she did give me an oh so nice present before we left... a pair of real silk stockings! With seams! If Tracer shoots me in the knee while I'm wearing these, he's gonna have to answer to her.

So we went back to the office and negotiated a deal, and after it was agreed to and signed off on, I gave Tracer his keys back. That's when we decided to act on the information we had on this "ace" guy before he skipped town. One obnoxious cabdriver later, we were standing outside the gates to ace's mansion.

There was a building off to the side of the main house and there appeared to be some kind of activity going on inside. Tracer insisted in sneaking up on the building by running across the lawn instead of walking up the driveway. Next time I'm taking the driveway, because all I succeeded in doing was aerating the lawn with my 4 inch heels and my knees. At least on the driveway, I wouldn't have fallen down every few steps.

We ended up looking in the window and saw this wierd guy doing something with a chicken and chanting something that sounded like "free minutes". The overpowering aroma of Thin Mints poured out from the partially opened window. We agreed we'd better move fast before there was a big puff of smoke or something and he would be gone. Tracer got to the door first, but had to wait for me because I fell down a couple more times going through the flower bed.

Tracer pounds on the door, and there are noises inside like something a teenage boy would make when his mom surprises him while he's reading the stories in dads Playboy magazine. The door opens and a fairly dapper gent in a smoking jacket is standing in front of us. Right away I think Gomez Addams. But why does he have a hooded red robe under the smoking jacket? That doesn't match the jacket. Somethings not right. I put my hand on the derringer hidden between my boobs. Wait! That's my cell phone! Not wanting to waste the opportunity, I whip out the phone and call to check up on the whereabouts of MsGrace.

Tracer pulls his roscoe, which is something that he does a lot, and forces ace back into the room. He confronts ace and accuses him of stealing Ms Grace's panties. A struggle ensues, with Tracer getting knocked on his ass and losing his gun. I pull my derringer out! OK, and this is embarrassing, but in the excitement I make a little mistake by dropping my gun when both of my cheaters fall out of my bra. Before we know it, ace has both our guns, and has us over a barrel. Well, not a real barrel, but the expression.... you know.... Well ace is insisting that he doesn't know what the hell we're talking about. He says he never stole a pair of panties in his life. I don't really buy that, but hey, he has the guns and is dealing the cards.

Well something snaps inside of Tracers fedora, and all of a sudden Tracer upends ace with a nifty foot sweep! I was pretty impressed! Not bad for a dick! But then something goes haywire inside Tracer, and he starts talking crazy... something about apologizing to panties. It was pretty embarrassing to watch, so I kinda inched away in case something even wierder happened. But Tracer calmed down and somehow decided that ace was probably innocent. So... another dead end. Story of our lives.

Ace was pretty gracious after that.... surprisingly... We were lucky he didn't call the heat on us. He gave us each a box of Thin Mints and sent us on our way. Now here's where it REALLY gets wierd! It turns out that Tracer has a thing for wearing panties! ::giggle:: Yes, that's right... WOMENS Panties! Can you believe it? I almost died laughing..... literally! That moron Tracer shot me in the ass for laughing at him.....

Well, what's another trip to the Emergency Room more or less? The doc even laughed at where I got shot. For some reason, he called everybody in the room over to look at my ass. He said it was just a flesh wound, and that it was a good thing that I had plenty of flesh there to wound.

You should definitely read Tracer's more detailed and more warped version of the festivities at ace's house. You can find it here. These painkillers may have affected my memory.

Girl Friday

Hi everybody! Girl Friday here, wishing you all a very Merry Christmas!

I'm here at the office on Christmas day. Working. Yes, that insensitive dick who thinks he's my boss didn't give me the day off. But then again, knowing Tracer, he may not even know that today is Christmas, even though he went to a Christmas party last night. Idiot. Did I get an invitation? Nooooooo.... too much work to get caught up on he said. What a nice guy.....

Yesterday I got bored, so I decided to decorate the office for the holidays, but had to make due with stuff I could find around here because Tracer has been racking up some pretty big phone bills lately. I'm pretty proud of the garland I have hanging over the windows and doors. It's made out of a bunch of handcuffs and leg shackles that I linked together. I even took Tracer's favorite fern and spraypainted it red so it looks kinda like a poinsettia, and put it on his desk. He is really gonna like that I think.

I also converted the utility room in the back into an interrogation room, in case we run into some tight-lipped suspects who won't spill their guts for the usual methods. I borrowed some big planks from the construction site next door, and made this huge "X" looking thing, along with a couple of sturdy sawhorses. I found a couple of boxes of big hooks and I stuck them all over the place in the walls and ceiling, which by the way, I painted black to make the interrogation lamp more effective. Smart, huh?

Tracer was here this morning when I got here, passed out on the couch in the back room. He was wearing the craziest outfit. He looked like some kind of perverted elf, and he had on a pink velvet outfit, red leggings and with white fur trim. His shoes were pointy and turned up at the toes, and he had on this ridiculous looking hat with bells on it. I'm not gonna ask him what he was doing in that getup last night, but I got the camera and snapped a few dozen pics of him for future use. My favorite pic is the closeup of his face. He looks like he has some kind of makeup on, and the drool shows up really good in the pic. But I also couldn't resist getting a couple of shots of his roscoe where his skirt had ridden up. It's kinda hard to see in the pic because... well, just because.

I should update you on the caseload around here while I'm at it. The case of the missing panties is still active, but not sure where Tracer is with it right now. I keep calling the client, MsGrace, 4 or 5 times a day to keep her updated. Just in case her answering machine is overloaded, I back up the calls with emails. We've had a few meetings with her, and I don't even remember what went on during the meetings, except that I had funny marks on my wrists, ankles and ass when I got back to the office. It's the oddest thing too, but she is really a stickler about being called anything else but "Mistress". She also had some pretty strict conditions in the contract we signed, and if we don't find the panty thief soon, I'm gonna be climbing the walls here.... and maybe even the arm of the couch. But geeeez... that dame is sure a looker!

So far there are a few suspects in the case, but I can't tell you who they are for obvious reasons. We'll be getting back to the investigation as soon as Tracer gets his act together.

The case of Giantess Gretchen has been officially closed, but Tracer is still spending a lot of time smoothing things over with that irate Mistress, Miss Tara. She's not buying his excuses, and I don't know that I blame her. She seems like she's not mad at me though, because she sent over a nice Christmas present for me and it was a bottle of good perfume. It smells a whole lot better than the cheap swill I had been using. I will be sending her a thank you note later today.

We are thinking about taking a case for a client who is worried about some Canadian who turned up missing. I've been doing a little research and we have a reports that he was sighted here and there, but he usually doesn't stay in one place for very long apparently. I don't know if we're gonna take this case or not, because Tracer doesn't like cold weather, and I can see why, after seeing his new outfit.

The rest of our cases involve little blue-haired ladies looking for missing poodles, the usual unfaithful husband investigations, and even a case of a missing elf suit. These don't pay very well, so they get put on the back burner and usually we just forget about them.

It sounds like Tracer is finally waking up, judging by the moans coming from the back room. He must have a bad headache or something. Oh wait... the other extension is lit up so he must be on the phone. Probably asking somebody when Christmas is....

Well I'd better get back to work so I don't look like I'm slacking off when he comes out here. You'll be seeing Tracer and me around the chatrooms investigating our cases, so say hi if you see us.

Girl Friday

Homework Assignments Pt. II

This is a continuation of the account I started in Pt. I If you haven't read Pt. I yet, you may want to read that first.

I was chatting with Princess one fine night about hair salons, and some of the things that my stylist had been suggesting to me. My stylist has been wanting to color my hair to lighten it a little and get rid of some greys that had been sneaking in under the perimeter wire. Princess and I were talking about single process color and highlighting, when I let it slip that I really would like to do something like that, but just hadn't had the nerve to do anything about it. Of course Princess jumped on that foolish statement right away, and said, "Good! That's your next homework assignment, sweetie." I love it when her plans come together....

The assignment was to go like this. I would go and talk to my stylist about my options, and even though Princess was leaning towards highlights, she said I could go with whatever my stylist thought was best for me. Then I just had to do it. The original plan was to wait until I went in for my next haircut in January. But then I realized that I was going in to have my brows waxed this weekend anyway, so why not ask the stylist about it then? I made the waxing and color consultation appointment for Saturday and didn't worry too much about it because we were only gonna talk about color this time. For some still unknown reasons, I think the plan veered a little south at about this time.

Saturday rolled around and I went in, and wondering why she didn't wax my brows first like she usually does before a haircut, I sat down for the color consultation. The stylist recommended the single process color in a shade one step lighter than my normal dark brown. The die was cast. When I told her that I would go for that, she said I should go and put on a smock so we could get started. When I weakly squeaked out something like "aren't we just doing the consultation today?", she said that she had already blocked out the time for me. I was dead meat.

The salon was packed with other women with hair in various states of disarray, and I pushed through the crowd and followed the stylist to the back room where the smocks were hanging. She tossed one in a nearby massage room and said, "Take your shirt off and put the smock on." "But..but.. but I don't even have a bra on underneath!" Too bad. So I go in the room and change. As I'm fastening the snaps on the front of the smock, I realize that there are no "snaps". There is only one snap and it's right at the neck of the smock. Wonderful. If a strong breeze comes through, the smock is gonna turn into a cape and flip up over my head. Too late now. So I come back out, and holding the cape closed in a deathgrip, I run the gauntlet of women again and head back to my stylist's station.

She's mixed up a batch of some kind of evil smelling stuff, and starts painting it all through my hair. Now Princess had pushed this "point of no return" button on me in a call, and I instantly flashed back to when she did it and once again started to feel the squirmy feeling that went along with it. The words "It's too late now" were flashing in glowing red letters in front of my eyes.

So she gets the smelly goo worked all through my hair and then tells me to follow her to the back room where the heat chair is located. Once again I am paraded through the gauntlet of giggling women. We finally make it to the back room, and I'm relieved that my smock has stayed closed for the trip. My relief is short lived as she stops in front of a chair that looks kinda like a cross between Old Sparky and something out of Doctor Who. The area at the top of the chair back has these pie-plate looking heaters sprouting out of it in all directions, obviously meant to surround an unsuspecting head. She makes the same hand gesture that Dr Frankenstien used to get the Monster to sit down. "It works quicker if you sit under the heaters, so sit down!" I meekly comply. She turns some dials and the pie-plates start making wierd clicking sounds. My goo covered head begins to feel warmer and the stylist leaves, telling me she'll be back in 20 minutes.

Now at this point the heat is feeling pretty good, so I figure to close my eyes and take a snooze. Wrong. One of the salon owners (a guy) comes in and sits down on a nearby couch and starts telling me what he's getting his family for Christmas. After 20 minutes the stylist comes back and starts poking around in the goo trying to see if I'm done yet. Nope. Another 10. She leaves. More family Christmas stories.

After 10 minutes I am rescued by the stylist who leads me out through the giggling throng again. My knuckles are white from clutching the smock, and my hair is sticking out in all directions with goo all over it. The stylist takes me over to the shampoo station to wash the goo out, and all I can think of is that if I lean back in this chair and lose my grip on the smock, it's gonna be boobs out time. There are no mishaps however, and pretty soon I'm all shampooed and conditioned. The stylist tells me that I'm done unless I want to have her blowdry and style it, but it's gonna cost more. I figure I want to see what it's gonna look like under real conditions, just in case there are any surprises. So I tell her to "Go for it". But first, she waxes and plucks my brows, the original reason for me going there in the first place. Then off we go again, through the crowd, and back to the stylist's station.

She works her magic, blowdrying and wielding the straightening iron like Yoda's light saber until she has it just how I like it. She makes me walk through the giggling gauntlet one more time to take the smock off and put my shirt back on. Without my air conditioned smock on, I strut confidently back through the crowd. The stylist does a few more little touches and it's all over. I'm done! Or so I thought.

I am looking at my hair in the mirror and it looks really good. It's a bit lighter, but not radically. I hear something and look to my right to see two of the other stylists standing there going "Oooooh" and "Ahhhhh" and telling me how good it looks. My stylist is standing there beaming like a 1000 watt lightbulb. Wow... I guess she really did do a great job... then the other owner of the salon (the female one this time), who is doing a clients hair at the station next to mine, hears the ooohing and ahhhing, stops working on her client, turns around towards me and squeals, "Let me seeee!.... Ohhhhh.. that's beautiful! You look 20 years younger!" All heads in the salon swivel towards me as I shrink into the chair.

About all that's left is the paying and leaving, but not before some more oooohs and ahhhs from the 2 girls at the front desk. I pay, tip my stylist, and I'm outta there, needing a cig more than I ever have before. Now I just have to figure out what I'm gonna tell my co-workers.

Now I've tried to make a tedious account sound more interesting by injecting some humor, but it's all in fun. I really did enjoy the whole experience, even the parts that were a little embarrassing and uncomfortable. Getting all the compliments from the other stylists and the owners made me feel really good. I had lots of buttons pushed, and I only wish Princess had been there to watch. I probably wouldn't have had the nerve to do this if Princess hadn't booted my ass out the door for the homework assignment, so I can't begin to thank her enough. Doing these assignments for her (but also for me) makes me feel a closer connection to Princess, because just like the last time, I was thinking of her all through the experience, and I do love thinking about her.

Merry Christmas to all, but especially to my Mistress, the adorable Princess Grace.

little bitchass

P.S. On a side note, I went to the CVS today and a girl at the checkout, who has waited on me maybe 3 or 4 times in the last couple of months, takes my money and says, "Oh, you dyed your hair!"

Super.

Homework Assignments Pt. I

It's Christmas Eve, and I'm finally getting some time to post, so I want to tell you all about what went on with me yesterday. But before I get to yesterday, here's a little background...

As you know, Princess has officially been my Mistress for 3 months now, and up until recently, she has been very lenient about giving me homework assignments. That changed when she gave me my first official assignment a couple of weeks ago. She told me that I was to go to work wearing panties and pantyhose under my work duds. Now this is something that I've done before on my own, so I'm thinking, "Hey! This will be a piece of cake!" But Princess already knew that, so I was jolted out of my smirk when she upped the ante a little more. OK, well a lot more as far as I was concerned. I was to wear no boy socks over the hose, and they needed to be suntan hose. But the real worrisome part of this was that I was also to wear a bra to work. To quote a famous pirate, "Hmmmmm.... that's interesting..." So, not wanting to be seen as a scaredycat, I got dressed the next day and headed for work.

I was wearing jeans, but in the half asleep 5:30 AM semi-darkness, I made my first mistake. I picked out the one pair of jeans that had an inseam 2 inches shorter than the rest. I didn't notice a problem until I got to work and sat down at my desk. Geeshhh... wayyyy too much ankle showing! And I can tell you that suntan hose does NOT look like bare ankles! Then my anxiety level increased when I checked my email and found that there were a couple of special meetings set up for that day, and I was not gonna be able to hide my ankles under my desk the whole day. Crap! All I could do was to unhitch my belt a couple of notches and let the jeans ride lower.

The bra of course made my boobs look huge to me, but to somebody else I don't think it was noticeable. Luckily for me, it was a cold day, and Princess had said that I could wear a loose shirt over my regular one. I figured I was in pretty good shape on the bra issue, no pun intended, but still I had the pleasure of being reminded all day long that I was wearing it, by the feel of the tight straps.

All in all, I didn't have any real problems with the assignment, except for the times in the meetings when I had to be very aware of keeping my feet under me and my ankles covered. I also caught myself wanting to cross my legs, which of course would show the pantyhose even more. The meetings eventually disbanded, and I finished the day, hot to tell Princess that I completed the assignment.

So the hardest part of the assignment was the selfconscious feeling that came from constantly being aware that I was wearing the stuff, and that was manageable. What was unexpected though, turned out to be a very, VERY nice sideffect. Every time that I became aware of the bra or saw the hose, I instantly thought of Princess. Believe me, I was thinking of her CONSTANTLY that day! That was the most yummy part of the assignment for me.

Come to think of it, Princess never did tell me what grade I got on the homework. Hmmmm...

This brings us up to the assignment that I did yesterday, but I need a drink and a cig, and I'll tell you about that in Pt. II

little bitchass

I've decided to post this now, because as it gets closer and closer to Christmas, I may get too rushed, and end up not saying things exactly as I intended to.

As many of y'all know, this past year has not been the best for me in a lot of ways, especially in the last month. Thanksgiving was not the yummy "eat everything in sight" holiday that it always used to be, and Christmas is looking like it's not gonna be much better. But there is something that happened to me in the last six months that has made all the heartache bearable. Let me try to explain what that was before I get myself crying.

In June, my friend Krissi told me about this cool site with a great chatroom called "Women On Top". She gave me the url of an entry portal, and because of the name (www.suckpatrol.com), I had a struggle with myself trying to decide if I really wanted to go into the chatroom. But I won, beating out me by a slim margin, and went in and started hanging out in the WOT chatroom with Krissi and a whole bunch of new people, and even developed some pretty close friendships with a lot of them, Mistresses and subbies alike.

I had always been kinda self-conscious and shy in chatrooms in the past, usually lurking and not saying anything. But this time I decided to just be myself, have fun, and if anybody didn't like it, they could pound sand up their ass. So with this attitude in hand, I embarked on my journey through WOTland.

After wandering in the chatroom wilderness for a while, I happened upon a Goddess who's picture I had seen on her bio when I had first started exploring the place. Her name was MsGrace, also known as Princess Grace, and I began seeing her in the chatroom quite a bit. She was so full of energy and seemed to love having fun with the roomies. I remember thinking how beautiful she was, but my pessimistic side stepped in and whispered in my ear, "hey asshole, don't waste your energy... you know she's not gonna take the time to even say hello to you!" So, I went about playing in the room, even bravely saying hello to MsGrace whenever I saw her. The more I saw her in chat, the more I liked this Mistress. She was always friendly to me and willing to engage in conversation. I also started to listen to her MP3s and was floored by her voice. You could easily get lost in it and it melted me right away.

So at that point I decided to get even more brave, and kicking Pessi-me in the ass, I sent MsGrace an email. To my surprise she answered, and from then on, we started exchanging pretty regular emails and Instant Messages, mainly getting to know each other and making each other laugh a lot. I came to her for advice on things that were happening with me and the advice I got back was always perfect. I was struck by how genuine she seemed to be, and she really seemed to care about me. She helped me through a particularly rough time at one point, and with Pessi-me still whispering, I decided that this was the Mistress for me... I just had to find a way to call her that wouldn't get me thrown out of the house. She had me hooked and I knew it. And we got closer and closer.

I had noticed that she seemed to have a group of subbies who she called her "pets", and I wanted in that group in the worst way. This was obvious to Princess, and she seemed like she was pretty receptive to the idea. She started sprinkling in the phrase "you're Mine" pretty regularly, but I had been listening to Pessi-me for so long that I just couldn't be sure if that meant what I hoped it meant. I guess I needed her to grab me by the umm.. throat and yell it in my ear before I would be convinced. The uncertainty was put to rest when I finally had a chance to put a call in to Princess. After the call, I finally knew in my mind that I was hers, and officially a pet.

I still had moments of doubt here and there, as Pessi-me was more than willing to point out, but all the while, Princess and I became closer. What finally convinced me that this was really happening and that Princess was serious, was when she gave me the name jem_takenbyPrincessG to use in the chatroom. Pessi-me permanently got the boot out the door, and I was in Pet Heaven.

So this brings us up to the present, and why I wanted to post about all this. I wanted all of the readers of my blog to know, and I especially want Princess to know just how much she means to me. She is much more special and precious than you could ever know unless you happened to be one of her pets, and I'm sure the rest of her pets feel the exact same way. I don't care if I don't get a single Christmas present this year, because I already got a present that is far better than any gift I could ever ask for, and that is when she told me I was Hers. If I could get greedy and just ask for one more thing though, it would be that Princess will still want me around next year at this time. It's up to me to be honest with her, respect her feelings, treat her as she deserves to be treated, and be there for her when she needs it. If I can do all that, maybe Princess will keep my collar locked on nice and snug and will keep a tight hold on the leash.

That's how I feel about my Mistress, the amazing Princess Grace....

Merry Christmas, Princess.......

little bitchass


P.S. I purposely left out a lot of details in order to keep the post to a reasonable length. You can see more of those details if you read back through some on my past posts.

I had been trying to hook up with Princess for over a week. I was feeling particularly needy and wanty, especially since it had been almost 3 weeks since Princess last let me cum. But even more than that, I was missing her and feeling like I just wanted to hear her voice, whether she let me cum or not. Well, each time I had an opening to call her, she was not available, and when she was available, I wasn't able to call. I was getting pretty frustrated that we couldn't match up our schedules, so when this past Monday rolled around (Day 23 by this time), I'd had enough, so I said "fuck it", and decided I'd stay at work all night if I had to, just for a chance to catch an opening with her.

I IMed Princess during the day to see what her schedule was, and told her that I needed to hear her voice. She said "Sure! What day?" I was gonna ask her what night was good for her, when something inside said "bullshit! no way!" So I blurted out..... Uhhhh... how about tonight? I was expecting that she'd tell me that she never works on Monday nights, but she said that she'd IM me as soon as she got back in the dungeon.

So I waited at work until everybody else had gone home. I still had about two hours to kill before the time Princess said was the earliest she could be there. So, what do I do? Of course! Listen to Princess Grace mp3s! That's always good for somebody who hasn't cum in awhile. As billy would say, "super..."

In between mp3s, I'd go smoke a cig or pace around. I swear that the clock behind me had developed a bad battery and had slowed wayyyyyyyyy down. "What happens if she's delayed?" "What if she falls asleep?" "What if she doesn't wuv me anymore?" These worries were tumbling around in my needywanty brain when my Messenger window lit up. Squinted at the window from my pacing area and saw it was Princess, so I dove over my chair to reply before she had a chance to get away.

MsGrace: are you thereeee
Jem: yesssss Princessssss
MsGrace: is it safe lol
Jem: yesssssss it issssssss
MsGrace: ::giggles:: then you can call Me

She didn't have to tell me a second time. Speed dial had nothing on me...
*RING*
Eeeeeek! She's not picking up!!!!
*RING*
Oh shit! I knew it! She had to leave!!!!
*RING*
"Hello?"
There it is! My Princess's voice! All is right with the world again!

This is like the point in the Wizard of Oz where the movie changes from black and white into Technicolor. We chatted for a while, mostly girl talk and gossip, and then talked about where we wanted to go with the call. Princess ended up doing something that is not quite our usual scene, except that it did have a lot of subtle and not so subtle bondage aspects. It involved Princess taking me to a salon kinda like she usually does, but this time it's different. This time I'm going wearing a dress and heels and full makeup. She gets me into the salon, tells me she has some things she wants done, and takes the stylist over to the side and whispers some stuff to her. I end up handcuffed in the chair, and Princess says this is because they are going to be doing some things that I might not normally want to stick around for.

Yikes!

The next thing I know, the stylist is rolling a portable wash station over and sets it up behind me. I get shampooed and then Princess tells me they are gonna color my hair. She plays it up and makes it as squirmy as possible by teasing me with little gems like "once the stuff goes on your hair, there's nothing you can do about it..." and other "point of no return" teasers, which always pushes buttons with me. So I end up with blonde hair... "I'm never gonna be able to hide this!".

At some point during the coloring process, the salon owner (we'll just call him Antonio), is standing next to the chair with a bulge in his pants and it's rubbing against my arm, which is cuffed to the chair and I can't move it away from him. Well it seems that Antonio is a horndog. Princess has a quiet little talk with him, and pretty soon he has me doing things that are too embarrassing to talk about here, and besides, there may be kids reading this. It's too bad, but this is also the part of the story where I would tell you whether I got to cum or not. So, in order to stay out of trouble with irate parents, I will just say that by the time the call was over, I was happy that there were no other people in the building. I think I got kinda loud, and Princess giggled a little over that.

Soooooooo... I had a wonderful time talking to my Princess, and the play was spectacular as always. She has gotten to know a few of my buttons, and pushes them at just the right times. But even aside from the play, she is a wonderful Mistress and friend, and I am soooo happy to be one of her pets! Wuv ya Princess!

little bitchass

'Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the domain,
not a subbie was stirring, (they were tied down with chain).
The shackles were hung by the chimney with care,
and the St. Andrews cross stood empty and bare.

The subbies were nestled all snug in their beds,
while visions of floggers danced in their heads.
Chained in self-bondage, with cage on my cock,
I'd just settled down after clicking the lock.

When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter,
I crept from the bed to see what was the matter.
Away to the window I flew very quickly.
Tripped on my legirons and cursed soft and thickly.

The moon on the breast of the new-fallen snow,
gave the luster of mid-day to objects below.
When, what to my sleep-crusted eyes should unfurl,
but a miniature sleigh, pulled by eight pony girls.

With a Dominant driver, so gorgeous but stern,
I knew in a moment I'd a great deal to learn.
More rapid than eagles Her pony girls came,
and She whipped them, and shouted, and called them by name;

"Now, dashslave! now, danceslave! now, pranceslave and switch!
On, subbie! on slavegirl! on, slavepet and bitch!
To the top of the porch! to the training room wall!
And I'll redden your bottoms, should one of you fall!

As terrified tears before the cat-o-nine flow,
when they meet with an obstacle, gather courage and go.
So up to the house-top the pony girls flew,
with the sleigh full of sex toys, and the Dominant too.

And then, in a twinkling, I heard on the roof,
the prancing and pawing of pony girl boots.
As I drew in my head with a sense of forbode,
in through the front door the Dominant strode.

She was dressed all in black, from Her head to Her feet,
in a tight leather outfit all shiny and neat.
A bundle of sex toys She had flung on Her back,
and She looked very menacing opening Her pack.

Her eyes, they were hard with a definite glower.
Her countenance cold, and I quite felt Her power.
Her pink glossy lips bespoke no reprieve,
for the unlucky subbie who caused Her to grieve.

The corset She sported made me suck in some air,
as did the boots She had chosen to wear.
Her nails like long daggers, they glinted and shined.
She gripped Her pink flogger, and eyed my behind.

She was lean, mean and fit, quite the Domme of my dreams,
and I wanted to serve Her, so went down on my knees.
She looked down upon me, with a turn of Her head.
She made my soul tremble, my heart filled with dread.

She spoke not a word, but put me to straight to work.
She watched me in silence, never hiding Her smirk.
"Heel me," She commanded, the lone words She would say,
and She stalked out the door as I rushed to obey.

She sprang to Her sleigh, to Her team cracked the whip.
Pulled me 'cross Her knee, where I hung scared and limp.
And She whispered to me, "I shall teach you a lesson.
Happy Christmas, My bitchass; tonight we shall session."


DISCLAIMER: This poem was forwarded to me from an Atlanta based group. My apologies to the author, but I had to change a few things to fit my situation a bit better.

little bitchass

THE 12 DAYS OF CHRISTMAS (BDSM STYLE)

On the 1st day of Christmas, my Mistress gave to me...
A Small Feather Pillow for my knees.

On the 2nd day of Christmas, my Mistress gave to me...
2 Nipple Clamps and a Small Feather Pillow for my knees.

On the 3rd day of Christmas, my Mistress gave to me...
3 Blindfolds, 2 Nipple Clamps and a Small Feather Pillow for my
knees.

On the 4th day of Christmas, my Mistress gave to me...
4 Ball Gags, 3 Blindfolds, 2 Nipple Clamps and a Small Feather
Pillow for my knees.

On the 5th day of Christmas, my Mistress gave to me...
FIVE ANAL BEADS, 4 Ball Gags, 3 Blindfolds, 2 Nipple Clamps and a
Small Feather Pillow for my knees.

On the 6th day of Christmas, my Mistress gave to me...
6 Tubes of KY, FIVE ANAL BEADS,.4 Ball Gags, 3 Blindfolds, 2 Nipple
Clamps and a Small Feather Pillow for my knees.

On the 7th day of Christmas, my Mistress gave to me...
7 Crops a Swinging, 6 Tubes of KY, FIVE ANAL BEADS, 4 Ball Gags, 3
Blindfolds, 2 Nipple Clamps and a Small Feather Pillow for my
knees.

On the 8th day of Christmas, my Mistress gave to me...
8 Floggers Flogging, 7 Crops a Swinging, 6 Tubes of KY, FIVE ANAL
BEADS, 4 Ball Gags, 3 Blindfolds, 2 Nipple Clamps and a Small
Feather Pillow for my knees.

On the 9th day of Christmas, my Mistress gave to me...
9 Candles Dripping, 8 Floggers Flogging, 7 Crops a Swinging, 6
Tubes of KY, FIVE ANAL BEADS, 4 Ball Gags, 3 Blindfolds, 2 Nipple
Clamps and a Small Feather Pillow for my knees.

On the 10th day of Christmas, my Mistress gave to me...
10 Princess Whippings, 9 Candles Dripping, 8 Floggers Flogging, 7
Crops a Swinging, 6 Tubes of KY, FIVE ANAL BEADS, 4 Ball Gags, 3
Blindfolds, 2 Nipple Clamps and a Small Feather Pillow for my
knees

On the 11th day of Christmas, my Mistress gave to me...
11 Pairs of Stockings, 10 Princess Whippings, 9 Candles Dripping, 8
Floggers Flogging, 7 Crops a Swinging, 6 Tubes of KY, FIVE ANAL
BEADS, 4 Ball Gags, 3 Blindfolds, 2 Nipple Clamps and a Small
Feather Pillow for my knees.

On the 12th day of Christmas, my Mistress gave to me...
12 Orgasms Screaming, 11 Pairs of Stockings, 10 Princess Whippings, 9
Candles Dripping, 8 Floggers Flogging, 7 Crops a Swinging, 6 Tubes
of KY, FIVE ANAL BEADS, 4 Ball Gags, 3 Blindfolds, 2 Nipple Clamps
and a Small Feather Pillow for my knees.


DISCLAIMER: This song was forwarded to me from an Atlanta based group. My apologies to the author, but I had to change a few things to fit my situation a bit better.

little bitchass

There's been gunplay in the WOT chatroom!

I'm sitting here in the waiting area of the local emergency room, and while I wait patiently for the doctor on duty to finish pumping a few stomachs, I thought I would write a little something to make you all aware of a serious situation that occurred in the chatroom this evening. And I know that sentence was too long, but screw it... I'm tired and my knee hurts. Change it yourself if it bothers you.

I was sitting at the computer earlier this evening, just minding my own business, when who staggers in but TracerBulletBilly, my boss. Now in case you haven't heard, Tracer is a private dick, and I'm jem, his Girl Friday. We chatted for awhile, mostly general office issues like why there wasn't enough toilet paper in the bathroom the day Tracer had that unfortunate incident with the bad bean burritos.

After I stopped laughing and rolling on the floor, we started discussing the status of the current background investigation into a mysterious Giantess named Gretchen. We got a little sidetracked when I had a really scary anxiety attack brought on by acute denialitis. I was right in the midst of complaining to Tracer that I was badly in need of a call to my therapist, Dr Princess Grace, when Tracer gets a call on his futuristic 2-way wrist radio. Seems that a very angry looking Giantess Gretchen had just been seen stomping on pedestrians over on Main Street in the area of the WOT chatroom.

Well, Tracer stopped my anxiety attack by slapping my face a bunch of times and says to me, "Sister, we need to get over to the WOT chatroom on the double! If she runs out of pedestrians to stomp, it may take us weeks to find her again! Go get us a cab quick!" So I run outside to the street to flag down a taxi, but nobody is stopping. So I hiked up my skirt and flashed my getaway sticks, which caused a twenty car pileup. This caused the rest of the traffic to stop. We hightailed it over to a taxi that only had minor damage, and off we went to look for the very large Giantess. Unfortunately, the two front wheels had come off during the crash, and it was pretty slow going. By the time we finally got to the WOT chatroom, the Giantess was nowhere to be seen.

Tracer decided that since he had already stiffed the cab driver with a $5 bill that was actually Monopoly money, we should probably not try to take the same cab back to the office, but instead, we would go into the WOT chatroom to snoop around a little. Once inside the room we ran into Miss Tara, a gorgeous brunette with great gams in sky-high heels, and Tracer decided then and there that this would be a good person to interrogate. This turned out to be a serious case of bad judgement on Tracer's part, because Miss Tara seemed to be getting more irritated with him by the minute, and pretty soon it was obvious that this interrogation was going to escalate way out of control. This is where I edged... err moved slowly over behind the couch and hid, and Tracer gets scared and tries to hide behind me. Miss Tara appears to be more than a match for Tracer, so I decide that this is where I need to switch sides. Self preservation is a very strong instinct in me. So I stand up, point to Tracer and tell Miss Tara "Here he is!" This causes Tracer to get a little angry at me and he pulls out one of his 45s and shoots me in the kneecap!

Getting shot in the knee kinda hurt my feelings a little so I hopped over to Tracer, kneed him in the groin, and yelled at him, "Who the hell is gonna pay for ruining these pantyhose? These babys cost me a whole $2.99 for a 3-pack!" While he was distracted, Miss Tara grabbed his other 45 and all hell broke loose! Bullets were flying every whichway, but luckily, neither of them was a very good shot, so nobody actually got hurt. Well, except for me, because my knee was starting to throb pretty good by then.

Well the interogation had pretty much broken down at this point, so Tracer just said "fuck it", and decided to clear Miss Tara of any and all suspicion in the matter. I don't know if she was involved or not, but I think Tracer was not about to tangle with her any more. Probably a good move on his part. So we found a cab that had all four wheels and went back to the office. I wanted to go to the emergency room to get them to take a look at my knee, but by then Tracer was out of Monopoly money, and so he made me hoof it the 10 blocks to the hospital. The cheap bastard.... see how soon I buy his toilet paper for him next time.

So that brings us back to the present. I've been here for 5 hours now, waiting for the sawbones to finish his nap. The knee has pretty much gone numb, so it hasn't been too painful except when I try to cross my legs. I'm just hoping to get out of here soon and back to the office so I can start filing my lawsuit against Tracer. My advice to you all is to let sleeping dogs lie and don't mess with Giantesses or angry brunettes in heels. Oh.... and don't bring firearms into chatrooms either, because I'm pretty sure it's against room rules.

Oh, and if you want to read my cheapskate boss's version of what happened, I guess you can look here.

little bitchass

"Mean cockteasing bitch in the house!" That's the sign Princess should've hung up outside the chatroom for Tease Time last night! Princess was in "a mood" last night, and holy shit what a mood it was!

Things started out pretty normally, with the stroker boys stroking, and the girlies rubbing themselves through their panties. This was a clever trick on Princess' part, because it got us all complacent. I'm sure that the first-timers were not quite sure what was gonna happen, but most of the more experienced Tease Timers were prolly at a good comfort level, knowing from past sessions how Princess operates.

Princess had everybody listen to her new mind control MP3 and then do some warm-up stroking and rubbing. But after a short time, the illusion of normalcy came crashing down.... HARD! It started when Princess switched over to her intense Domme Voice for the rest of the tease. Yikes! I'll tell you she had no mercy from here on out!

She had everybody kneel down and keep their eyes lowered to the floor. Then she stood mere inches in front of each of us and told us to slowly raise our eyes starting at her yummy feet and slowly moving our gaze up until we reached her gorgeous hair. She was wearing black latex boots, black fishnet stockings, black latex panties, black corset, and the sexiest black latex gloves that you could imagine. To slowly scan up her body with her that close to me just about made me lose it right there. What a heavenly sight....she's a true Goddess. Princess has me on "no cummies" restriction, and her rubbing her hands all over her smooth thighs and breasts was not helping me to stay calm.

OK, now here's where everything starts getting kinda blurry. Princess made us stand back up with feet spread apart. She walked around behind everybody and cuffed our wrists to chains hanging from the ceiling, and then cuffed our ankles as well... You prolly all know how much I hate being rendered helpless that way. From there, she lubed up her latex glove and started probing in unmentionable areas with her finger... then adding another finger, at the same time reaching around and stroking with her other hand. There was not a thing that we could do to get away from her attentions because of the position we were restrained in. If you all want to know a secret... I really didn't want to get away anyway.

The fog started rolling in heavier and heavier, but through the fog I saw Princess go to a table and bring back a pink buttplug, which she proceeded to insert into our nether regions. At this point the fog became very thick as I tried to think of other things in an effort to be good and not break the "no cummies" rule. I have been good every time Princess has put me on restriction, but I was soooo close to tarnishing my record last night. I was honestly struggling so hard not to cum but could see I was about to lose the battle. I was never so happy to hear what she said next... "now take your hands away!". If she hadn't done that when she did, her little bitchass was gonna be in for some punishment.

So this session was the ultimate cocktease. And Princess was being such a bitch and I loved every minute of it! I even had a few people afterward IM me saying how much they loved this side of Princess. So she can be the sweetest Mistress you could imagine, or now, I also see that she can be the mean cockteasing bitch whenever she wants. And Princess... I hope you know that I say that with the utmost respect, because you were truly awesome last night. I am sooooo proud to be yours!

Where will Princess go for the next Tease Time? To be honest, I have no idea and I am not gonna try to guess, because I know that she is capable of anything. I just know one thing, and that is that I'm gonna enjoy whatever way she goes.

Princess' little bitchass