Graced With A Vision...

I don't know how long I slept, but at some point I slowly rose out of the murk and realized that the sandstorm had let up. I looked around and saw no sign of Billyprophet, Lucky, or Banky. As I sat there collecting my thoughts, I wasn't sure if I really had the energy to get up and move on or to just sit there and wait for the inevitable. I was dehydrated, hungry, sunburned and sandblasted. So I decided to just sit back for a while and think about Princess Grace, in case this turned out to be the last time I'd ever get to do that.

"Princess! What are You doing here? You're on vacation!"

But sure enough, there She was, standing about 20 feet away, and beckoning to me....

I slowly and painfully dragged myself to my feet and followed Her. She began leading me toward a very tall mountain not too far in the distance. As we walked side by side, She recalled to me our first meetings in the Chatroom and how She decided that She wanted me as Her pet.

We reached the base of the mountain and She said,

"Let's climb!"

I hesitated, afraid of the height, but She took my hand and all of a sudden, I was no longer afraid.

"Yes Princess, all the way to the top!"

As we climbed, She continued to talk. She recalled all of the good things that had happened between us, and even the bad times, although luckily those had been few and far between. She stressed how important it was to Her that I had trusted Her and was there for Her when She needed to talk about things. She talked of how we had become such close friends and the special connection that She allowed me to have with Her. She talked about the unpleasant things that had happened and how even they had brought us closer together.

She talked about the things we had done while I was Her pet, like wearing Her collar, the cage, the mystery prezzies, the special homework assignments, the blogs, and how She gave me Her special name in the Chatroom. She recalled to me each and every phonecall and IM that we had shared, and what we had done and talked about during each of them. She spoke of all the confidences that She had shared with me about Her life, and how She was pleased that I had shared my confidences with Her as well.

Before I knew it, we were almost to the top of the mountain. We were about to make the final push to the summit, when my hand suddenly slipped from Her grip and I began to fall. I remember seeing tears and a look of sadness on Her face as I slipped down the slope, the image of Her getting smaller and smaller as I fell towards the valley below.

I remember noticing a strange absence of fear, but instead felt a profound sense of sadness as the end drew near. The sadness gave way to a peaceful, happy feeling as I realized that no matter what happened next, I had been privileged to spend time with the most special woman I had ever met. If this was going to be it, at least the time we spent together had been wonderful. I closed my eyes and waited for it...

All of a sudden I felt a jolt and realized that I had stopped falling, but I had not hit the valley floor! I felt a strong grip on my wrist. I opened my eyes and saw the beautifully manicured fingers of Princess Grace wrapped tightly around my wrist. She had somehow gotten to me in time and stopped my fall. She smiled lovingly at me, and gently lowered me down to the ground, and with Her sweet as honey voice said....

"Dammit! Don't you EVER do that again, My little bitchass!"

OK, I'm trying not to panic but...

I'm beginning to think we actually might not make it out of here. We're completely out of water and have been since yesterday, and I have no freakin' idea how much further we have to go before we'll see any water, let alone get back to civilization. Billyprophet has on his game face and is saying that he has everything under control, but I think he's starting to show cracks around the edges like the rest of us. Besides him just being insane to begin with, I think that the fear of what Princess Grace is gonna do to him when She finds out he got us killed is wearing him down as much as anything else.

We woke up at first light today, and had a meeting, with the exception of Billyprophet, about whether or not we should just kill the bastard now and get some satisfaction before the rest of us die. We came to a decision, but none of us could remember what it was, because of our fragile mental states at that time. And so, Billyprophet continued as leader of this Deathmarch. Princess, if we live, and if You ever make us follow him again, You are gonna get SUCH a spank!

He actually did have one sensible idea today. He suggested that we lighten our load by leaving all of our supplies behind, with the exception of one item each that we could not live without. The rest are being pretty secretive about what they chose to carry out, but since we don't have any food or water left, I chose something that would inspire me to get out of this mess so I might still have a chance to wring Billyprophets neck someday. I broke a thin branch from a nearby shrub, and tied a piece of string from the thinnest end so it looked like a fishing pole. I tied Princess' lovely pink collar on the end of the string and stuck the other end of the branch down the back of my shirt so that the collar hung in front of me, but just out of reach. Glad I'm still thinking sensibly here. The others are not faring so well.

Banky seems to be growing a head that looks eerily like Pantysue out of his shoulder, and he walks around having conversations with it all day long now.

Lucky seems to have trouble with staying focused on getting the hell out of here. He has been wandering around with glazed over eyes and saying things like, "Give me your water! I must have your water. The altar must be completed or all will be lost..."

And so off we went across the baking sands, in a last ditch effort to make it out alive.

After half the day, we were moving slowly and sometimes aimlessly. I wouldn't even call it walking at that point. We somehow stayed together though, and were able to push on.

It was around that time that the horizon took on a strange color, and the colored area seemed to get bigger and bigger, until somebody realized that it was a sandstorm, and it was just about to sweep over us. As the wind and sand hit us, all of us tried to keep track of where the others were, but eventually I looked around and didn't see anyone anymore. I began yelling at the top of my lungs to try and get some idea where everybody was...

"Billyprophet! Luckyyyy! Bankyyyy! Little Pantysuehead! Mommmmmmyyyyyyyyyyy!!!!!"

No dice. All I could do was to try and shelter in place, wait out the storm, and hope the others were doing the same, so we could find each other after it let up. I found a small bush that I kinda forced myself back into, and it gave me a little relief from the stinging sand. If that dumbass prophet hadn't convinced us to leave our supplies behind, I'd at least have a blanket to wrap up in. What a stupid idea! That asshole!

I decided to try and sleep a little, but before I did, I untied Princess' pink collar and fastened it around my neck, so if I didn't make it and was ever found, people would know who I belonged to. Sleep didn't come easily because of the blowing sand and howling wind, but eventually I must've dropped off....

To be continued.....

hopefully...

little bitchass

Day 2 in the desert dawned way too soon for bitchass.

I has just spent a fitful first night tossing and turning. While the magical aloe had eased the pain of my horribly sunburned nerve endings, I still yelped and woke myself up every time I turned over in my sleeping bag.

I crawled out of the tent and looked around to see everyone else in the process of packing up and getting ready to move on. Pantysue's limo was nowhere to be seen, but I swear I saw it last night just before turning in. But Billyprophet informed me that the limo had left hours before we even reached our campsite. Was the limo really there last night or was that my vision? I thought about it and decided that the image of a limo with a glowing DVD display inside hardly qualified as a profound vision, and so I began to pack my stuff up along with the rest.

After an imaginary breakfast (we were fasting, remember?), we set out in the direction that Billyprophet pointed out to us. We trudged under the blazing sun for the whole day, and not a drop of rain fell, verifying BillyNonprophet's status even further.

Finally the sun began to dip low towards the horizon, and we came up to a rock that sorta looked like a giant chocolate bunny with half its ears bitten off. Billyprophet took this as a sign from The Playground, and proclaimed that Princess wanted us to camp there for the second night.

I set up my tent on the outside fringe of the camp, after listening to the most awful cacaphony of snoring from the pets the night before. I've only heard one thing in my life that rivaled that horrible sound, and that was "The Punishment from Hell" mp3, which Princess just so happened to have entrusted me with, just in case Billyprophet got out of hand.

My strength was fading, mainly because of the fasting, but also from a lack of sleep the night before. I figured that if I was gonna have my vision, this would have to be the night. I also had been given a secret task to perform for Princess on one of the nights during the trip. I was to perform the ultimate sacrifice, and that was to represent all the pets and to cum once and only once, as a way of demonstrating our devotion to Princess. I wasn't sure if I would have the strength if I waited another night, so I crawled into my tent, drank my allotment of Electric Kool-Aid, and began my lonely sacrifice to Princess.

The effects of the Kool-Aid kicked in just as I was getting to the edge, and I tried to stay on that razor's edge for as long as I could, but it was becoming more and more difficult, seeing as how the tent walls kept breathing and I began to imagine that I was inside of the stomach of a giant desert wombat with acid reflux problems. If I waited any longer I was gonna lose it, and so with gentleness and great understanding, I consumated our Pet Sacrifice and.... mmmmmm...
caaaaaaammmmmmmmmeeeeeeeee!

Just as I finished the climax of my heroic sacrifice, there was a thunderous BOOM, and the walls of the tent lit up as if a 4th of July fireworks display had begun outside. I poked my head out just in time to see Billyprophet perform the most amazing skywriting demonstration without a plane that I had ever seen! He arced overhead in a shower of sparks and flame, trailing a message in smoke writing that spelled out, "OWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW".

I knew this had to be my vision, because it just wasn't possible for a carebear to do what I had just witnessed with my own dilated and bloodshot eyes! Unfortunately, I found out later that he had indeed done just that, as a result of careless smoking. There's a lesson here for all smokers, so take heed.

He landed in some bushes about a half mile away, and we all roundly applauded his awesome display. But we were all pretty tired by that time and so we decided to go to bed and then go looking for him at daybreak.

Lucky and Banky were the first to find him lying unconscious in a patch of some kinda prickly thornbushes. They roused him and he snapped back to full consciousness (whatever that is for a carebear) when Lucky informed him that he had just used up the rest of the water and Kool-Aid to build an altar for Princess. I think everyone was pretty upset with Lucky about this, but nobody wanted to be the first one to say that a mermaid and pony altar for Princess is not worth dying of dehydration in the desert for, and so we all smiled weakly and nodded our heads in approval.

I don't mind telling you, the situation was looking kinda grim as we broke camp and set off across the desert, trying to make it out of there before we all died of thirst. What's worse, I had still not had my vision. I did get to cum however, even if the only thing that came out was a puff of dust, probably due to my dehydrated condition.

little bitchass

Well, here I am... in the desert... following an insane blue prophet to my probable doom.

I'm not totally convinced that billyprophet actually had that vision of Princess Grace, where She "allegedly" told him to take Her pets into the desert. But I'm not taking any chances though, just in the off chance that She may really have appeared to him. So, not wanting to be smote or denied for eternity, I thought I'd better tag along, just to be safe. Besides that, Princess left him a pretty clear message in lucky's blog that he was to be careful, and bring us all back in one piece or it wasn't gonna be pretty for him. I think She posted the comment in lucky's blog because that way billyprophet couldn't delete it, and us pets would all be able to see it. Wise move, Princess!

Safe? Hah! Before we even got to the desert, I fell for another of the prophet's false promises. That of a new sunscreen that would protect my flawless and tender skin from the desert sun's intense rays. Turns out that the sunscreen doesn't work worth a shit, and instead, acts as a UV intensifier.

So after an hour of trudging through the desert, I was suffering through the worst case of sunburn you can imagine. By the end of the day, the only visions I was having were of a bathtub full of aloe vera and some heavy duty painkillers.

Billyprophet claimed to have another minor vision while we walked, and said a way to ease the pain of my sunburn was revealed to him. Half crazed by the pain, I decided "What the holy hell", and decided to go along with what he said. Stupid move on my part. Next thing I know, he's rubbing handfulls of hot sand all over me. I was able to overcome the pain of moving long enough to kick him in the balls until he stopped.

And if billyprophet insists on trying to be funny by sneaking over while we walk and patting me on my back again, the only vision he's gonna have is a quick look at my fist right before it slams into his eye.

I was almost ready to give up and ask pantysue for a ride back to town in her limo, when lucky, who lives up to his name, found a giant aloe plant, and banky and him were nice enough to cut the plant up and collect me a bucket full of gel, since I wasn't able to move enough without screaming in pain every few seconds.

The giant aloe must've been another one of the mystical plants that are scattered around out here, because after slathering the gel on myself, within 5 minutes the pain was down to a manageable level. I'll need to ask my wierd little pal Corruptrix about this, because she knows a lot about this magick stuff.

So. I guess I'll stick with this trek for a while longer. I'd better have this killer vision pretty soon, or if I don't, they'll be finding a dessicated blue prophet buried upside down in the sand with only his feet showing.

I'm gonna try to get some sleep now, and see what happens tomorrow. Banky and lucky are already asleep in their tents, and pantysue's limo is parked up ahead and through the back window I can see the glow from one of the porno videos she has with her. Billyprophet is sitting a little distance away on top of a sand dune in some kind of a yoga-like position, and I assume he's getting another incoming message from Princess.

Geeesh... what a fucking day.....

little bitchass

Freaky Friday... Refreshments Are On Me!

All week long, I had been sneaking over to Billybear Labs late at night to work on a super special formula for a drink I could bring in and pass out to all the chatters at Freaky Friday. Miz Ava comes from a long line of Italian witches, The Strega, and she had loaned me her book, "The Grimoire of Perverted Powders, Potions, and Brews". I settled on a really interesting one that would have the effect of making the minds of the Innocents extra pliable, making it easy for even the biggest tightwads to be manipulated into dusting off their credit cards and making lots of calls during the LDW Marathon.

Billybear himself found out about my plan and sent me a mysterious message, offering to help me with the formula, but I didn't find out until much later what kind of help he had in mind.

The chat was already in full swing when I arrived. I quickly stepped into the changing room and put on my special purple robe and my levitating shoes, and then, pushing my little refreshment cart, came out and greeted Miz Ava and Ms Veronica and all of the participants.

I looked around the room, but did not see any sign of Billybear, and so I figured that his offer of help had just been a cruel tease. Or maybe he was hung up in his Transmorgifier or something.

Miz Ava and Ms Veronica were whipping the Innocents into a frenzy about the Marathon, and also about the fact that Ms Veronica was officially going to start taking phone calls. I got permission from the Mistresses to start passing out the refreshments, and so I floated around the room making sure that everyone got a dose... err.. glass.

It certainly was an amusing sight to see...especially as there were a few Innocents who were new to FF. You could tell which of the particpants were not, shall we say, quite as familar with the traditions and rituals that take place on Freaky Friday. A newcomer who goes by the name of Malina's Bitch was all too eager to accept my deliciously deviant concoction. StephMarie on the other hand, was definitely more cautious-minded when she received her drink from the cocktail cart. She spent a moment gazing intently into her glass like it had a bug in it. However, once she saw that the others were gregariously downing their drinks (especially Ace who zipped his drink down faster than the speed of light), StephMarie threw caution to the wind and declared, "Oh well, when in Rome..." It should also be noted that the always dainty StephMarie did sip her drink graciously though, pinky extended. Even amidst the perverted chaos, StephMarie always manages to maintain her elegance and dignity.

As it turns out, there was plenty to go around, and everybody even got a second helping. So I sat back to wait for the potion to take effect.

I noticed that there was an unfamiliar participant in the room named Jimbo, and out of the corner of my eye, I caught him dumping out his first drink onto the ground. Then I saw him sneakily pouring his second into Ace's empty glass. But I was too excited about seeing how my formula was going to work, and so I didn't put two and two together.

I was happy to that Ace had made it to the chat, and right away I began visualizing him slowly spinning his way down into The Pit. But first I thought it best to let him get comfortable so he wouldn't panic and run out of the chat before he had a chance to have a Snickers bar or three.

Asia was there, magically recovered from his unfortunate devouring by us at last week's chat. I believe he learned his lesson though, because I didn't see him taunting Miz Ava about the Sabres or Ryan Miller this week.

StephMarie had brought a huge bag of Skittles with her, which I think she planned on substituting for Ms Veronica's "special" Skittles, just in case Ms V got any ideas about implanting any in anyone. But StephMarie was on her best behavior, and did a minimum of sashaying around this time. She did protest kinda loudly when I slipped up and included the unfortunate phrase "you guys" in a statement to the whole room, but I knew where she was coming from and let her slide on that one. I stuck my whip back into my robe.

PotOGold was late arriving, and I think it was because he was having some problems with his spud people, who have been getting more and more unruly the past few weeks.

Sonny Boy was back, but I don't recall him channeling any pirates this time, although I do think he's become addicted to wearing his wife's Testosterone patches over his eye. As a matter of fact, he had one over each eye, and had to keep lifting one to see what everyone was doing. I'm pretty sure I saw him sticking more onto other parts of his body when nobody was looking. I made it a point to keep at a safe distance from Sonny Boy for the rest of the night.

Someone named Lady of the Light was there, and when an offer of a free straightjacket was made, she started shrieking, "oooh... pick me.. pick me! Five dollah!". She also kept insisting on lighting up all the dark corners of the clearing, and so she was unceremoniously shown The Pit.

After some time had elapsed and I felt that the potion should be starting to manifest its intended effects, Miz Ava and Ms Veronica quietly slipped behind the ancient old oak tree and decided that they should work their charms on a few of the Innocents to see if the potion was doing exactly what it should be doing. By now, most of the Innocents were on at least their second drink. Everyone agreed that the brew was extremely tasty, though it did appear that different people were tasting different things...it was quite amazing the way this played out. Asia noted that his drink tasted like Canadian beer, while Malina's Bitch thought hers was on the "salty" side, though she professed that she was quite enjoying the special treat nonetheless. A few of the innocents were slurring their words a little but I assured Miz Ava and Ms Veronica that the Grimoire stated this was a common side effect for this particular potion.

Miz Ava decided to hone in on a particular Innocent as her "test subject". She sought after Elvis who was in the middle of working on a new song, but once he heard the dulcet tones of Miz Ava's voice calling out to him, he scrapped the new tune and more than willingly obliged. Miz Ava coyly began to sweet talk Elvis and tempt him with the mere nearness of her presence. Ms Veronica scanned the crowd from her vantage point and in hushed tones asked me if I noticed the group was acting "sloshy". Her eagle eye gaze scrutinized the faces of the innocents and she pointed out to me that it seemed like everyone was more bleary eyed than excitable. I began to feel a pang of anxiety take hold. This was clearly not the effect The Grimoire had promised of this potion!

Pretty soon it became apparent that something had gone awry. Miz Ava had given up on charming the sequined pants off of Elvis (it was soon discovered that Elvis had some issues with authority seeing as he believed he still was "The King"). No matter, because once Miz Ava proclaimed her disdain for Elvis, he was swiftly shown to The Pit. Giggles and chuckles buzzed through the crowd when Ms Veronica dead-panned, "Elvis has left the building". Miz Ava next made a bee line for Tease Me For Cash, rightfully thinking...."easy prey". She attempted to mesmerize Tease by dancing in a circle around him and blowing into his ear, and whispering things to him, but it was not having the desired effect. In fact, just the opposite happened...

One by one, things began deflating like hot air balloons that had just been blown into a tree. Ms Veronica was not having any better luck. Maybe the chat was being held over some ancient saltpeter deposit or something, but whatever it was, things were NOT going as planned. The chatters, who were all worked up to make their calls, were just a tad upset that besides my potion making their minds pliable, it had also made other things pliable too. I felt a little ashamed especially when Ms Veronica noted that it would probably be best if I took "Potions 101" over again.

Jimbo started snickering and piping in with some snide comments about my formula being the cause of it all, but I couldn't see how that was possible because I had followed the formula to the letter. But all the same, I asked Miz Ava if she was sure that her book was authentic. She assured me that it was, and that it had been handed down from generation to generation of The Strega. She said it had never been wrong before.

While all this was going on, I had sent Ace spinning down into the pit for a couple of Snickers bars and a meeting with Mother Crone. Ace was kinda taken with Mother's glowing red eyes, and just before she touched him I decided to give him a break, and so I levitated him back out of the pit before anything unseemly happened to him. While I was bringing him back up, I thought it was odd that Ace was the only one in the area who had a bulge in his pants. When I checked it out, I found that he had a bottle in his pocket, and it wasn't just that he was happy to see me. When I opened the bottle, and unrolled the note, this is what it said...

"corruptrix you suck at chemistry and suck at cooking - never forget that until you lose those shoes you will not have a man which is why you're so cranky. I taunt you a second time! neener neener neener! LMAO billybear"

It all became clear to me now. My potion had been tampered with! Ack! Of course, Ace professed no knowledge of how the bottle had gotten into his pants.

Then, StephMarie began agreeing with Jimbo that it was all my fault, and that maybe I had intentionally screwed up the potion. She even inferred that Corruptrix was in cahoots with Billybear in some way. I was beginning to reach for my whip when Miz Ava stopped me and jumped to my defense...

MsAva: Well Corruptrix...we know that you weren't responsible for that little mishap

StephMarie: Ms Ava, are you sure?

MsAva: I'm sorry Steph, what am I not sure of?

StephMarie: Ms Ava, that Corruptix isn't responsible!

MsAva: Ahhh...we have a Judas among us

StephMarie: After all, he did push Ace and Elvis into the pit

StephMarie: And Ace had the evidence of the treachery

MsAva: Well Steph, I requested Corruptrix to toss Ace and Elvis into the pit because quite frankly I had no use for them

StephMarie: Ms Ava, ahhhh

MsAva: So you see Steph, if you say you are doubting Corruptrix, you essentially are doubting me....and I am *sure* that is not what you are saying , is it not?

StephMarie: Ms Ava, but of course!

Nevertheless, the mob in the room began gathering up pitchforks and torches, and Corruptrix' ass would've been swinging from a tree if Ms Veronica hadn't stepped in to save the day. She quickly morphed into "Mutha of All Spiders" and her teeth grew sharp and pointy, her eyes became cold and black as her Spider Self began skittering around to each of the afflicted Innocents. A single bite was administered to each participant in just the right spot, and when MsVeronicaSpider's venom took effect, things started to perk up. This got the Innocents out of their foul mood and they began putting out their torches.... luckily for Corruptrix...

The Innocents were then given their final preparations by the Mistresses, and told to go hastily forth unto the Marathon before the venom wore off.

And with that, from a distant belfry across the valley, a church bell tolled 12 times, and another Freaky Friday was history.

Special thanks go out to Miz Ava and to Billybear for their invaluable assistance on this post.

Corruptrix

Princess Grace is just getting meanerer and meanerer to her poor widdle bitchass.

Last night was the first night that bitchass has been able to come to Tease Time without Princess' cage locked on, since way back around the time when She first sent it to me. So you can imagine, I was ready to play! I mean, I came into the room wearing Princess' collar, and with my lube and my towel. I even brought my friend Anita, just in case Princess played the surprise card like She has been known to do.

Princess entered and happy greetings were passed around, and the chat started out like the "foreplay" part of my phonecalls to Her.

Landshark made an appearance, and by the time he left after leaving cookies, he had also eaten me. So, there I was, dead, but still wanting to play.

"Oh jemmie, you can't stroke now because you're a ghost, and your hand will go right through!"

"Oh, thank you for telling me that, Princess..."

Billybear tried to do the only thing he could think of to help me, and so he dragged my body over to the lab a threw me into the Transmorgifier, but all he had to toss in with me was a cantaloupe, and so in it went. Well, now I'm not dead anymore, but I look like a cantaloupe and have no arms or other appendages, so that helps me to play HOW? I also was kinda leery about being a cantaloupe after all the stuff that Princess has been making banky and billy do to them. So I kinda just rolled over into the corner and watched the proceedings forlornly.

We had a new chatter come in the room named Sam, and he obviously was expecting a different sort of chat. Sam made some snide remark like "Oh... Interesting chat", to which billybear replied...

"Sam, have you ever considered wearing the Mark of the Billy?"

"Billy, be nice..."

"Yes, Princesssss........."

The room was getting kinda confusing here, because people began morphing into one thing or another faster than the Transmorgifier could do it. We had Cookie Monsters morphing into cantaloupes and zombies and back again. I didn't know if I should get ace to collect cookies, or to bring a sharp stake or a melon baller.

Then, Princess announced that She had received in the mail, "the pink dressie that was supposed to be a black dressie but that's what I really wanted anyway", that She had been waiting to get before leaving on Her trip next week. So it looks like little bitchass will not be doing the dangerous roleplay of being the unfortunate company rep, explaining to Princess why Her vacation got all screwed up.

Princess got the crowd worked up a few times with little teases here and there, and before long, it was time for the chat to end.

WHAT? The chat is ENDING??? She never even told us to get our cocks and clitties out! What about the lube? WTF just happened??? Bitchass needs to playyyyyyy! Re-do! Re-do!

But I guess that's the way it goes... all a part of life for a pet of the Meanest and Most Devious, Cockteasingest, Mindfucktressy, Motherfuckingest Princess on the planet. But bitchass wuvs Her sooooooo.......

Apparently, at some point in the chat, lucky pet, banky, "maybe ace", and yours truly allegedly "agreed" not to stroke, rub, or cum anymore until Princess gets back from vacation. Keep in mind, this is something that I found out about while reading billybear's blog, so it's authenticity is in question as far as I'm concerned. I'm pretty sure I agreed to nothing of the sort, and so I have an appeal in to Princess for an emergency ruling on this matter. If She says I agreed, well, who am I to argue with Her? I guess I won't be touching until after She gets back. Beats being in Her cage with Her away. Right, banky?

So see you all at the next Tease Time, which won't be next week, but in 2 weeks, because of Princess' trip, so don't go showing up expecting Her. If you do, you will have to worship billyPrincess instead.

Well, I'm gonna go beat my head against the wall now, if anybody needs me....

little bitchass

Freaky Friday... Journey down the Nile... (and no, I don't mean denial... It's the river...)

It seems that this month and the upcoming week coincide with the Festival of Bast, Protector of Cats. And since cats are often the favorite creature of witches, what could be a better theme for this week's Freaky Friday? To find out more about the Festival, and for some background on the Goddess Bast, look here.

The first indication of trouble began when a somewhat familiar looking bear entered the room sporting the moniker BillyBast, which caused the Mistresses to focus on him immediately. He was about to take on Corruptrix when he was pounced upon by Miz Ava, who stripped him of his pseudo powers and officially renamed him BillyBastard. Miz Ava and Ms Veronica began toying with him like cats with a captive mouse. His call from Princess Grace came just in the nick of time, and he escaped just as his shaved red ass was about to become mouse mousse.

The rest of the innocents are then herded onto a boat that will take them down the Nile to a sacred spot where the Festival of Bast is by now in full swing. I was in charge of making sure that all got onboard, and was allowed to practice my whipping skills to keep the line moving up the gangplank. I had to snap StephMarie's ass a few times for wasting time sashaying and holding up the line.

Once the boat was loaded, oars were assigned, which led to the second problem of the night. The trip was taking forever and I finally noticed that I had seated all of the righthanded strokers on the same side of the boat, and it seems we had been rowing in circles for a good hour. After some reseating to mix the righthanders and lefthanders, we again got underway. We were making good progress until we seemed to be veering to one side, and the problem was traced to PotOGold, who had developed a severe case of the munchies and had stopped rowing to eat a couple of bags of cornchips.

He was so busy eating his chips that he didn't hear Miz Ava tell him "God damn it Pot! Be a team player for once! Knock it off and get with the program", and so I gave him a little zap to wake him up. Unfortunately the zap startled him and a couple of the little green spud people that Ms Veronica had thoughtfully implanted in his ass a few weeks ago, got out and started running around in the boat. I had to stomp on them, which wasn't such a great idea as we had to stop the boat while I cleaned off the bottoms of my shoes.

Then we had Sonny Boy, who has watched WAY too many pirate movies, and he somehow morphed into a pirate and started spouting Piratespeak. He was distraught that he didn't have a real eyepatch, and instead had to use one of his wife's transdermal Testosterone patches over his eye. Ms Veronica said that we had better get to shore soon because Sonny's timber was gonna start shivering at any time. I tried to tell him "No timber shivering this far from shore", and it was beginning to look like something might erupt at any time. Thankfully, and by some miracle, the boat finally arrived at the festival site before Sonny did any serious damage.

In true Bast Festival Tradition, wine and other spirits are flowing, and music and dance errupt. Offerings of catnip, mint, and other sweet treats are strewn about. I looked up and saw that Miz Ava and Ms Veronica had morphed into fierce Tigresses, and when I looked down, saw that I had become a fairly common looking orange tabby. I was hoping for something a little more exotic, like a leopard or something, but apprentices do have to pay their dues after all. Ms Veronica must've read my mind, because next thing I know, I am a leopard, except that I still have my orange tabby color, which makes me look kinda like a cheetah. That's not too shabby!

One by one the chatters are turned into kitty cats and begin tussling about, rubbing their furry little heads on their feline goddesses legs and becoming quite playful.

However, it appears that a rat in the form of Asia has snuck into this festival. The merriment is disrupted when Asia The Rat makes a very snide remark about the Buffalo Sabres and offends Tigress Ava by saying derogatory things about her idol, Sabres goalie, Ryan Miller. At this point, the tigress in Miz Ava is unleashed. She convenes a quick Witch's Council, and a plot to make Asia The Rat pay for his ignorance is formed.

Tigress Veronica and I head out of the festival to get the "magical" wine. Upon our return, Tigress Ava orders Asia to get on all fours and act like a pussy cat. I was told to bring out a very special pet dish in which Asia is to drink out of. Tigress Veronica fills the dish with with the magical liquid and Asia learns that at the bottom of the dish the phrase: "A very long hockey series" has been engraved. Asia then must lap and lick out of the dish like a pathetic, scorned pussy.

However, Asia's cocky, "plucky" attitude about the Senators is not diminished. Tigress Ava and I decide that his punishment will be even more severe than originally anticipated. We prepare to pounce on Asia and "wrench off his tender limbs, one by one". Asia is offered a chance to redeem himself, but chooses to remain steadfast in his ridiculous loyalty to his hockey team. Therefore, a bloodbath ensues and Tigress Ava and I howl, hiss, and tear into Asia with our deadly claws and sharp teeth. Unfortunately, Asia The Rat meat is discovered to be quite rancid and Tigress Ava becomes ill after feeding on him. Her feline form begins to wretch and heave and in a final act of humiliation to Asia, she vomits Asia bits back onto his weakened, near-lifeless form.

Tigress Veronica gifted all of the good little kittens with beautiful collars. Kel especially was fond of her new diamond studded collar. Since Asia badly misbehaved, Tigress Veronica decides that the most appropriate gift for him comes in the form of a hemp g-string. Of course, upon hearing the word hemp, PotOGold perks right up. In a moment of confusion not uncommon for PotOGold, he mistakenly consumes too much catnip thinking the herbs were of "some other kind".

Exhausted after a long night of pouncing, preying and feeding on innocents, Tigresses Ava and Veronica, and little ol' cheetah/tabby me decide that its time to curl up and relish a much deserved cat nap. Freaky Friday ends with all the good kitties playfully engaging with one another while the FelineTrinity languidly stretch out and lazily admire their handiwork, once again.

Thanks to Miz Ava and Ms Veronica for another great Freaky Friday, and a special thank you to Miz Ava for her contributions to this account. Unfortunately I was standing downwind of PotOGold during the boat trip and needed some help with my short term memory of the events at the Festival, and so Miz Ava thoughtfully provided them.

Hope to see you all at next week's Freaky Friday!

Corruptrix

Well, I'm late again.... Thursday night was not only the night for the regular Tease Time with Princess Grace, but this week it just so happened to fall on Her birthday! Princess probably could've done any number of RealWorld things to celebrate, but She chose to spend a good part of Her night with Her pets and anyone else who happened into the chatroom. For anyone familiar with Princess, it is a well known fact that She cares deeply for Her pets, and this was a great example of that.

The chat was a little different than the usual Tease Time activities. For obvious reasons, there were no new MP3s to listen to, but there didn't need to be. This was more of a party, with lots of birthday greetings being expressed, and it seemed to me that everybody was having a blast with Her. Of course, Princess slipped in a tease now and then, with a lot of those for the benefit of those of us who were locked up. This included me, who after my lockdown of 50 days and my release on Sunday night, was back in lockdown again for some unknown amount of time.

She did lay a pretty devastating tease on us at one point... at least it was for me, when She showed us a pic of a sexy litle pink outfit that She was wanting to buy for Herself! OMG! Her little cage instantly turned into a vise!

There was an attempt by billybear to get everyone to sing "Happy Birthday" in unison, and even though it didn't turn out like a "We Are The World" production, I think Princess got the idea. Princess also talked about all the prezzies She had received, some of which were still in a pile waiting to be opened. With that many prezzies, you just can't open them all at once or you could develop a case of Carpal Tunnel Syndrome.

The highlight of the night was when "the baker", who looked suspiciously like pantysue, wheeled out a huge birthday cake. The cake was hollow, with enough room inside for the Birthday Mistress to slip inside. Usually, a cake like this is wheeled out already containing a scantily clad lady, who will then jump out at some predetermined signal. But this cake was meant for Princess, and She wasted no time in stripping down to Her tiny purple bra and panties, and climbing into Her frosted little castle. And yes, I said bra and panties. You know it's a special occasion when Princess decides to wear panties! The top was closed, and if you listened closely, you could hear muffled squeals of "Ohhh..cum for ME! Ohhh..cum for Me!" coming from inside.

I think She started to worry that the partygoers might mistake Her squeals of excitement from inside the cake to be mistaken as permission to cum, and so out She popped to make sure. She looked a bit flushed, and I think at one point before She popped out that I heard a hiccup or two from inside the cake. She had some icing smeared on Her body, and the chatters were falling over themselves trying to be the one who would be allowed to give Her a good tonguelashing to clean the icing off.

I think pretty much everybody had a great time, including Princess and before long the party was over. Princess left to take care of some RealWorld activities, and everyone slowly said their goodnights and went home.

I stayed signed on to Messenger while doing some browsing on the Internet, and was surprised to see an IM window pop up at around 11:30 Texas time. It was Princess, and She had a homework assignment for me! I love these little surprises of Hers!

She told me, that since it was technically still Her birthday where I was, I was allowed to unlock Her cage and...

"You need to take My cage off you"

"lube up..."

"and I want you to think of Me"

(Like I really needed to be told to think of Her... LOL)

"and hold off for 20 min..."

"and then cum your little head off for My birthday"

"and then you dont have to put cage back on for bed"

"sleep free..."

"but with My collar on"

Then She hastily added...

"Not free of Me... just free from the cage"

"now I have to go..."

"and you have to cum before My birthday is over..."

"so go..."

Bitchass did not need to be told twice, and so I went... I had just enough time before the stroke (no pun intended) of midnight to do Her task just as She asked. And so, after a short, 4 day lockdown, I am now freeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!

Princess, I hope that You enjoyed Your birthday, and thank you SOOOO much for the homework assignment! I don't know how long I'll be out of lockdown, but I'll be waiting on pins and needles to see what You have in store for me next! Wuv Youuuuuuuuu!

little bitchass

Don't look, Princess....

Here's my special super secret coded acknowledgement haiku to billybear's call to action.

A Mistress denied
Ill wind blows through the playground
No cummies for all

little bitchass

P.S. I'm still working nights over at Billybear Labs on the clothing dissolver, and we've gotta hose her down with it just before she climbs into the cake.

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

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

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

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

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

"So jemmie, is the envelope nearby?"

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

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

"Got it, Princess..."

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

"Oh,You know I do, Princess!"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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





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

"Do you like it?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"::giggles::"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"more ::giggles::"

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

"PRINCESS! PLEASEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!"

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

"OMG! Yes, Princess! Thank You!"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"OMG OMG OMG, YES PRINCESS!"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

little bitchass


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

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

Well I was hoping that I'd finally be able to play again at last night's Tease Time, but it didn't work out that way.

Since I haven't been able to get my schedule synched to Princess Grace's so I can make a call, Her "maybe key" is still resting quietly in it's envelope on my dresser, and last night I had to once again endure a heavy dose of Princess' teasing with no relief possible. Last night was 47 days in the cage and still counting.

Princess came into the chatroom right on time, and greetings flew back and forth like billybees hopping from flower to flower. If you have never witnessed this simple little greeting process, you can actually feel the depth of the warm feelings that pass between Princess and the chatters.

There were no new MP3s to listen to this week, but our Princess is a very busy Motherfucking Princess, and was probably out looking for costumes for Her pets all this week. No MP3s is not a bad thing as far as I'm concerned, because it just means more time to concentrate on what my Princess is doing in the room. And besides, I was so squirmy last night to begin with, I don't know if I coulda listened to any or not!

So we all talked and talked, Princess throwing in teases for everybody. I don't even think She makes a conscious effort to do it, She is such a pure and natural cocktease, and it just flows out of Her as the situation requires. All I know was that after a very short time, I was becoming a wreck. 47 days will do that to you. Try it sometime...

Then it got worse.

"Alright everyone... cocks and clitties out!"

"Except for those in lockdown...."

Awwwwwwww Princess!

"Pantysue, , bankyboo, and jemmie, you can't..."

This was where the case of Tourettes that I caught from billybear kicked in...

"You Evil Cockteasing Bitch!!!"

::giggles::

That outburst didn't produce the desired result, which I had hoped was "Oh jemmie.... you must really need to cum... go get the key, take the cage off and you can cum as many times as you want!"

OK, like I said, the desired result did NOT happen... Instead, Princess continued on with the rest of the room, giving stroking and rubbing instructions and getting everyone to the edge for Her. She also couldn't resist sending some extra evil teases in the direction of us poor saps who were locked in Her cages.

But then vindication came for the poor unfortunate saps!

"OK everybody... hands off!"

I love when She does this to everybody else when I'm locked in Her cage anyway. It's a victory of sorts for me...

"Neener neener neeeeeeennneerrrrrrrr!!!"

I know that Princess was feeling really bad for pantysue, banky, and me, because She normally tells me to "be good" when I do that. I love it when Princess shows Her genuine sympathy for our plight.

::giggles::

So everybody was moaning and groaning and I think breaking anything within arms length on their desks, except for us 3 non-touchers, who had already broken whatever was on our desks. Princess loves to ask how everybody is feeling at this point, just to hear us say how much we want Her and need Her. I couldn't wait to tell Her..

"You BITCH!"

::giggles::

And so another Tease Time went into the books. I'm hoping that Princess will forgive my outbursts and let me out for next week's chat, which just happens to fall on Her birthday, May 10. How cool is THAT??? We will be having a little birthday party for Princess next Thursday in the chatroom, and all are invited!

Also, there's still time to show how much you enjoy what Princess does for us all, by buying her a nice birthday prezzie. If you'd like to do that, and you know you wanna, go here to shop!

Princess, thank you for another great Tease Time! Your bitchass wuvs you!

little bitchass

Note to all.... Due to some unexpected RealWorld events, bitchass will NOT be able to call Princess tonight and will have to reschedule. All flood warnings have now been cancelled.

little bitchass

Hi everybody! Guess what I found in my mailbox last night when I got home from work?

Yep.... a Princess Grace care package! The long awaited package that may or may not contain the key that will unlock Her lock and let me out of the cage that I've been locked in for the last 46 days. The bad part about this for me is that I'm not allowed to open the package until She is on the phone with me! All I can do is sit here and look at the little padded envelope with Princess' handwriting on it. Talk about a tease!!!!

Princess has been teasing me pretty hard about this for the last couple of weeks... Will Her key be in the package? Will the RIGHT key be in the package? Will She let me unlock the lock? Will She let me out of Her cage? Even if She lets me out, will she let me cum? Will She put me right back in Her cage afterwards? All these questions and more will finally be answered for me when I call Her, which if everything goes well, will be tonight.

There is one other thing about this package that I should tell you. It may or may not contain a special prezzie that Princess picked out for me. I have no idea what in the world it could be, but I think it's in the package because Princess would've used a regular envelope if She was only sending me Her key. Princess has given me a few hints, but they have been vague enough to where I still can't even make a guess. All I know is that She told me that I will love it more than anything that came before it ( and believe me, after getting Her favorite nightie from Her, that's a pretty significant hint), it will be very meaningful, and that it will be great for both of us. OMG... I can't wait to open this package, and I'm not rattling it or holding it up to the light to try and see what's in it, because I don't want to spoil the surprise. I only have to hold out for another 8 hours or so.

Well, that's all for now, but after the call I'll let you know more, especially about the prezzie. But that's only if Princess Grace wants me to tell you about it. Awwwww... sowwwwyyyyy!

Princess, I'm sooo gonna love hearing Your voice again tonight, no matter what You've decided to do on the call. Wuv You to pieces!

little bitchass

Here's a little poem I just wrote for the contest at Midnight Madness next week.


Playtime... But for Who?

How did this happen?
I can't really say.
A message from Princess,
"Come over and play!"

Now I'm in trouble,
Not a thing can I do.
Strapped into this chair,
By Ms. You Know Who!

I saw in the mirror
She so thoughtfully left,
what She and Her friends did,
and I sucked in my breath.

My hair has been blonded,
done up in a perm,
I reach up to touch it,
but hands are held firm.

I look at my hands,
Red nails I can see.
Three inches long,
and stuck tightly on me.

Lots of new earrings,
must be ten in each ear,
a ring through my nose,
and much more I fear.

Makeup is bold,
and was put on so thick,
I can't even see me,
"Who is this chick?"

Long lashes and lipstick,
when They were through,
Lips plumped to bursting,
What the hell did They do?

Stuck in this mini,
that goes up to there,
and locked ballet boots,
that I'm forced to wear.

Voices are coming,
It's Grace and Her friends.
What's next I wonder,
and where will it end?


little bitchass

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

little bitchass

OK, I've been slacking off, I know. But when Princess beats me to it and posts not one, but 3 pictures of her hot rides, I KNOW I've been procrastinating!

So I'll show you the nice wheels that showed up in Billybear Labs the night I was playing with the Transmorgifier. I had no clue how to work the thing, so I tossed in a radio controlled car, a copy of The Cat In The Hat book, and a potted plant, and let her rip! Here's what came out...

little bitchass

SNAP! What was that sound?

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Yes, Princessssss...."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

little bitchass

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

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

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

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

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

Super...

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

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

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

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

little bitchass

A few questions for Blooky...

I went to the chatroom last night thinking that I might run into you and ask you these questions, but when I got there, I decided not to disrupt the hosted chat that was going on. So I will ask you now.

What have I EVER done to you to warrant the malicious personal attack you made on me in your blog yesterday? I have ALWAYS gone out of my way to be cordial and friendly, and no matter what I might think of you personally, I NEVER trashed you in the chatroom or any other public forum, the way you did to me yesterday.

All I can say is that you had a lot of balls to say hello to me in the manner you did in the chatroom last night, acting as if you were my best friend, all the while knowing that you had just performed a vicious hatchet job on me just hours earlier.

Yes, you have every right to post whatever you wish on your blog. That is a precious freedom that brave people have fought for and died to attain. If you have a different viewpoint than I do on how I choose to live my life, that's fine, but there is no need to voice that opinion by turning it into a personal attack. You know this as well as I do, so your trashing was clearly meant to hurt, and not just voice your opinion on what I blog about. There are certain conventions and above all COURTESIES that most decent people use when voicing their opinions. Obviously you are sorely lacking in any of the qualities that decent human beings possess.

I suspect that your money may buy you a lot of influence and friends around here, but I'll bet that without that money, you would be dropped faster than someone who has just picked up a red hot rock. Your money does not impress me in the least, and my opinion of you as an arrogant, egotistical, pompous ass is not affected by it.

As far as my blog goes, you are more than welcome to not read it if you choose, and actually I would prefer that. As far as your blog goes, keep posting whatever you want, because the more you post, the more people will see you for what you really are.

Don't bother saying hello or speaking to me in the chatroom anymore, because I won't see it. You are gonna be put on ignore status as soon as I can possibly get the button clicked. As for anyone else reading this who chooses to stand with Blooky on this matter, let me know so that I can put you all on ignore at the same time.

Have a wonderful day.

little bitchass

Tonight's post is gonna be a short one. I just want to warmly thank all of my friends who supported me during todays unpleasantries. Friendship is a precious thing, and I am thankful to have every one of you.

little bitchass

Well, today is a milestone of sorts... or is it a millstone instead? You be the judge...

Today marks Day 30 in Princess' little plastic prison. I wish Princess Grace was here to help me celebrate this special occasion, but since she's still away on vacation, I'll have to go it alone. One thing's for sure, she is prolly having a much better time than I'm having.

I thought that for today, I'd depart from reporting on my homework assignments because the outcome of those is getting predictable, and I don't want to bore my readers, no matter how much they say they like reading about my descent into insanity.

30 days... a nice round number, but one that I never thought I'd be seeing until much farther down the road. Princess had decided that I wasn't breaking fast enough for her liking, and so she has decided to increase the pressure on me as well as the length of my time under lockdown. I'm only making an educated guess here, but I think Princess was originally planning on having me send my keys to her after she got back, but changed her mind after giving it more thought. It makes sense to me that if she wants to push harder, and knowing how needywanty I am gonna be anyway in the week she is gone, what better way to intensify that than to have me be totally without a way out of her cage for that week? Here are a few things I've observed since she tightened the screws down even more.

1. I've noticed a real difference in how this predicament feels since I've mailed my only way out to Princess in two simple little white envelopes. It doesn't sound like much, but watching the last key disappear into the mailslot and knowing that my freedom was going right along with it really gave me a psychological jolt. Just the fact that I've lost the comfort of knowing I have the keys to get out has been an unexpected dose of reality.

2. The addition of the brass lock in place of the plastic lock was very noticable. The plastic locks are thin and very light weight, where the brass lock is bigger and heavier, and most of all, IT LOOKS LIKE A REAL LOCK! I can feel the difference in weight, it gets in the way of my hand when I try to rub the cage, and it also blocks a fairly large part of the area where I could be inserting a Q-tip or trying to jam my fingertips in between the bars. I have been getting so affected by this lock that last night while listening to MP3s, I must have grabbed it every 5 minutes and yanked on it in frustration.

3. I touched on this earlier, but Princess doing this just before leaving on her vacation has put pressure on me big time. She knew that I would already be thinking of her and missing her badly to begin with, and now, when I need to talk with her about what I'm going through, she's not here. I can't help but to think about her constantly. I don't mean to say that I think she's doing anything with bad intent, because she's not. She's just doing what is necessary to get this little project to the next stage, and she's using a powerful psychological weapon to accomplish it.

So all in all, this has been a very interesting week in Princess' cage for little bitchass. Just before she left, Princess told me in the chatroom that my keys had not arrived yet and that her Mom would be picking up her mail for her while she was gone. This was the opening I was waiting for. I cleverly convinced Princess to forward her phone to her Mom while she's gone. I'm sure the Queen Mum will be sympathetic to my predicament. As soon as Princess left on her trip, I called the number and got a busy signal. I tried again an hour later. Still busy. Waited another half hour... still no dice... what the holy hell????? How am I supposed to beg the Queen Mum to let me out of this cage if all I ever get is busy signals??? I start calling every 5 minutes...

Finally, there's a click and a womans voice says, " hello?"

I instantly start babbling about cages and wantyneedy feelings and please oh please oh please won't you send those keys back to me... But she politely cuts me off...

"Who did you say you were?"

"little bitchass, your daughters girlfriend.."

"Oh.. it's you... I heard about you... no way... I was given special instructions about you and those keys are hidden where you will never find them.. as a matter of fact, WE may never find them..."

"EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEK!"

"Well, I'm sorry to leave you in such a wantyneedy condition, but I really must turn the forwarding on this phone back off and put it back on Grace's voicemail. Some guy named DaddyBear is annoying the hell out of me. He's been calling here every few minutes looking for Grace, and wanting to know when she's going to be back. Then he calls again a few minutes later and asks if she's back yet. I told him, "You idiot! it's only been 5 minutes!" I'm about at my wits end, and so that's why I'm not gonna take any more of her calls for her."

OK, OK, so the above conversation never happened.... So I lied... I'm crazy, you know? hahahahahahahahahahahaha... This is what you can expect from me and more, the longer I go in this cage.

Princess, I wuv you.... where areeeeeeeeee yooooouuuuuuuuuuuu?

Please come home and let me outttttttttttttttttttttttttttttt???????

Pretty please with cotton candy on top?

little bitchass

Well here it is Sunday afternoon already, but before I write anything else, Princess Grace, I hope you're having a wonderful time on your vacation! Your little bitchass misses you tons! I wuv youuuu!

I've been away from this blog for the last few days because of more Realworld intrusions, one of which is getting my freaking taxes finished! Yes, bitchass is a procrastinator. But since I owe money this year, too bad. I am also dealing with my neighborhood "don't have anything better to do'ers" (aka homeowners association), who have been sending me love letters telling me that I am a worthless slob and causing the property values all around the state to go down because I have been slow in keeping up with my weeding and trimming. I'm sorry, but I'm not the type who wants to spend all weekend keeping up a Stepford lawn. Add to that a leaky water pipe inside a wall, and there you have my reasons for not blogging much recently.

And speaking of leaky pipes, I'm starting Day 29 today... sheeesh... and to think I freaked a few weeks ago when Princess teased me about her boytoy being locked up for a "good month"... Tomorrow is 30 days for me, with no prospects of getting out in the very near future. Princess has not had a chance to even touch my keys yet, and that's assuming that they have even arrived, so I'm kinda resigned to the fact that she is gonna want to play with those for awhile instead of just tossing them right back in the mail for me. Whatever she decides, I'm doing this for her, and all is (mostly) good.

That said, I have at least been keeping up with my Mistress' daily homework assignments. The last couple of nights have been spent with Anita and my box of lubed Q-tips. This Q-tip thing is so much more frustrating than it might seem to someone who is not in lockdown, and each session has left me worked up, but still not able to get close enough. Then, I have to spend the rest of my hour with Anita, squirming around without even a Q-tip to help me. Princess hit the nail on the head in her "Little Prisoner" mp3, when she asked how many times her boy reached down, hoping that maybe this time the lock would be gone. During the final half hour with Anita during these sessions, I am CONSTANTLY doing that. Feeling that heavy, hard lock... it's always there... I pull on it but it never opens... each time having the realization that it will ALWAYS be there until Princess decides I can't take any more... and each time, it makes me think of her, and depending on how frustrated I am, sometimes calling her some not-so-nice names.

Since I usually do these homework sessions late at night, I also find myself reaching down and testing the lock while I'm lying there before going to sleep, and any time I wake up in the night, I do the same thing. But each time, that hard metal lock is still keeping this cage from going anywhere.

But, don't get me wrong, it's not all bad... there's a good side of this for me, but this has gotten me in this predicament in the first place. I adore Princess Grace and want to do anything for her if it makes her happy. I think I can deal with this as long as I know that Princess is getting something good out of it, but for how much longer I just don't know. Only she knows how much longer I'll be in lockdown, because I've freely handed her the controls, and I did it willingly.

Yes. The frustration is building, and I know I'm gonna break sooner rather than later. I just hope that when I do, it's not while she's still away on vacation.

Tonight will be my mp3 homework assignment. I'll be struggling into my corset, putting Anita in, and listening to Princess Grace's mp3s for an hour. This was not easy last time and probably won't be easy tonight, because her voice in the mp3s tends to sink me into subspace almost as much as it does in a live phone call. So count on me going to bed in a needywanty condition again tonight.

How long before my Princess gets back????? I need you Princesssssssssss.

little bitchass

More homework... MP3 night...

Well, last night was night 2 of my homework from Princess Grace. I did it before Midnight Madness because I knew time would be limited after that.

My instructions were to lace myself into my corset, lube and insert Anita, and then sit down for an hour of listening to some of Princess' MP3s.

So that's what I did. I sunk myself into the MP3s and rocked around on Anita, clenching and unclenching. After about 20 minutes of that, I was back in the familar "Let me outta here I want outta here NOW" mode again, and still had 40 more minutes to go. I listened to a couple more, noticing my hand was resting on the cage more and more, and as I sunk deeper into Princess' voice, I became aware that I was rubbing the cage a lot. Then, one time when I shifted position in the chair, I felt something slowly squirt out. I think that was just Anita pressing on my prostate, because there was no "good" feeling... not anything even close to an orgasm, just felt something run out.

But that made me start feeling more and more like I wanted to stroke. No... I NEEDED to stroke is more like it. Just like on Q-tip night, I found myself trying to hold the cage in my hand and move it around to try and get something out of it. The sound of the lock hitting the side of the cage and the sound of my nails hitting the cage once again emphasized that this was only an unfeeling piece of plastic. This only got me more frustrated.

One more time, just before the hour was up, I was listening to one of my favorite MP3s, and rubbing the cage, when I shifted again and felt another little spurt of something run out. Again, no orgasm, not even close.

Then the one hour of time allotted for the homework ran out, and I was left sitting there totally frustrated again, and this time wearing a pair of soaked panties. I didn't go quite as crazy as I did on the first night of homework, but tonight is Q-tip night again, and I'm wondering if it's gonna be just like before. If it is, Princess, you'd better cover your ears........

Princess, you're driving me crazy.... how many days until you get back???????

But I still wuvs youuuuuuuuu......

little bitchass

OK Princess.... your homework is getting to me already...

Last night I did the first of the homework assignments that Princess Grace gave me to keep me occupied while she is away on her vacation. Here's a short report on the first night.

The assignment was to have relations with Anita (my Aneros toy) for an hour. What we did was up to me, but she needed to stay inside for an hour. For the first half hour of Anita's visit, I was also to lube up a Q-tip and "stroke" through the bars of Princess' cage for a half hour. So I lubed Anita (not gloopy) and put her in place. Then I went about lubing a Q-tip and laid down to start my hour session.

I figured that the Q-tip idea was just a Princess tease to show me again, that while I'm in this cage, I'm not gonna be able to feel anything that resembles "good". I knew that I was gonna feel next to nothing from it, and maybe get a little frustrated and that would be it. I was wrong. Princess has a plan, and she knew exactly what this tiny little Q-tip was gonna do to me.

To begin with, I COULD feel something, and it wasn't a lot, but it wasn't nothing, either. I started to rub with the Q-tip through the bars in the cage and after a while, I was hitting spots that felt pretty damn good! "Mmmm... if I keep this up, I may even be able to cum!" But soon enough, I realized just how devious this little exercise was. And I'm sure Princess was well aware of just what was gonna happen.

I got to a point where I realized that this was just not gonna be quite good enough, and I found myself trying harder and harder to find "sweet spots", but the best I could do was get to that "not quite good enough point", and I just got more and more frustrated. The more frustrated I got, the more I wanted to feel more. I started switching positions every few minutes to see if I could get something, but nothing got past the point of "almost good enough". I started trying to rub the cage with my fingers, still nothing... Each time I touched the cage, I could hear the lock against the cage bars and I could hear my nails hitting against it every time I changed my grip. All this did was to reinforce the fact that I was holding onto a hard, dead feeling object.

I was getting totally frustrated, and the more frustrated I got, I have to confess I even started calling Princess some pretty nasty names. I got so beside myself that I gave up and laid down on my tummy and pressed my body weight on top of the cage and actually started rocking and rubbing against the sheets. I needed to feel something... ANYTHING! Yes, I admit it, I was getting so crazy that I was actually humping the bed.

Nothing I did, no combination of things, did any good except to "almost" feel good. Eventually, the half hour was up, and I gave up in total frustration and went back to working Anita. But she also kept reminding me that I was caged, and after the next half hour passed, I was ready to break the cage with a hammer.

Princess, I think your little plan is working....

Tonight is the MP3 listening and corset wearing night, so I have no idea what kind of shape I'll be in tomorrow.

Princess, couldn't you pretty please send me back a key if you get them before you go? I am wanting out soooooooooooooooooooo bad!!!!!!!!!!!

little bitchass

OK, maybe you all haven't been good, but since Princess Grace "suggested" I tell you about my homework assignments...

By the end of my call with Princess last night, I was locked back up in the CB2000 after replacing the plastic lock with the keyed lock, and required to mail the keys to Princess. The keys were mailed to her this morning. You can read more about how that went down here.

Princess Grace has decided that she is going to break me before I have any hope of getting out of this cage, but her plans were going to be delayed for a while because she is leaving for a vacation at the end of this week. So she designed this series of devious little homework assignments for me to do while she's gone to make sure that I'm a total basket case by the time she gets back, and that I remember,

1. Who has my keys
2. Who owns me
3. Who controls all of it
4. How much nicer it could be for me if I was not in this damn cage!!!

The homework assignments begin tonight and are to continue until I hear otherwise from her.

The first assignment is to spend an hour a night socializing with my companion, Anita, who as you know is my Aneros toy. My dates with Anita will also include an hour of listening to Princess Grace's MP3s on some nights and on other nights, I will be allowed to stroke. How, you say? Oh.. with a lubed Q-tip stroking through the bars of the cage. I am really looking forward to this treat and should get a lot of feeling from this. I sure hope I don't cum by accident! To prevent that from happening, I am only to "stroke" for a half hour, and spend the rest of my time with Anita, in Princess' own words, "just squirming and humping, and laying there...lol"

On MP3 nights, I am also to lace myself tightly into my corset, and listen to Princess' MP3s while also keeping Anita occupied between my cheeks. I'm thinking that billybear may have been right when he said I may need to be spoon fed and diapered by the time Princess is done with me.

But I understand who owns me and who will decide if and when I get out. I know she loves to control all of it, and if she loves it, I want her to have it. I live to give, and Princess gets all of me. But as Princess says, this need to give myself may cause problems for me in that confronted with the choice of pleasing her by staying in the cage, or breaking and being allowed release, I may choose to please her over my own wants and needs. I guess we'll find out the answer to that in the near future.

So keeping that in mind, I'll do my homework faithfully every night for her, and hopefully I will be able to give her what she wants when she returns...

I wuv you Princess, but pleeeeeaaaassseee let me out when you get back? I want outttt! Pretty pleeeeaaassseee?

Your little bitchass