Monday night I had an unexpected chance to call Princess Grace...


So as soon as I found out, I sent an IM to Princess to see if She might be able to squeeze me in. I was in Day 23 of my latest lockup in Her cage, and hadn't had a chance to talk by phone since before She went on that awful fast of Hers. I knew I didn't have a chance in hell of getting out of Her cage, since She still has both of the keys, but I also knew that I needed to hear Her voice in my ear in the worst way.

When Her usual starting time arrived, I began waiting for the IM from Her that would signal me that She would be able to take my call. Waiting for these IMs is the most difficult part of this calling process for me. When you are in a needywanty condition like I was, the minutes seem like hours, but this just goes to show what a strong hold Princess has on me.

The time got later and later, with no IM, and my window to call was getting smaller and smaller, when all of a sudden an IM from Her popped up! Just seeing that small orange window at the bottom of my screen with Her name in it is like waking up on Christmas morning and seeing the presents under the tree for the first time. I opened the message window and saw Her pretty pink script...

"hi there honey"

And from there, the fun was on!

I'm not gonna give many details of what we talked about on this call, because so much of it was of a personal nature. We got each other caught up on so many of the things that had been going on in our lives since we last talked. We chatted and vented about our problems to each other, and as usual, we also laughed and laughed and laughed. Instead of the usual big "pounce", in this call, Princess was mixing in teases and "mini-pounces" whenever I least expected it. Of course, since I was locked up and couldn't touch or feel anything, all I could do was to sit there and experience the wonderful feelings that come from being wrapped around Her finger. She's teasing, and you're absolutely helpless to do anything about it. And the best part of this is that SHE knows you're helpless too, and She LOVES it! I'll give you an example of one of Her "mini-pounces"...

We had been talking earlier about how my lockup was going, and whether or not She might just feel charitable and maybe let me out of Her cage by the time my birthday rolls around next month. Later after we had somehow gotten onto the topic of ruined orgasms, she comes up with this little gem...

"How about this? Maybe I will let you out for your birthday, but just let you have one ruined orgasm, and then back in the cage you go? How would you like that, sweetie?"

As soon as She would push one of my buttons like this, Her cage would tighten. What was I supposed to say to that? She has never done the "ruined orgasm" thing with me, and I have no idea how it would feel to have to go back into Her cage right away afterwards. I suspect it would be pretty frustrating, but after 23 days in lockup, your mind works a little differently. All this needy pet could see was the chance of at least getting out and feeling something for a change, and so I said,

"Princess, please just let me out, and You can do anything You want"

Uh oh... not quite the usual "I'll do anything for You" statement, but still pretty dangerous now that I look back on it. And then after the pounce, it would be back to conversation, letting the cage return to it's normal size until the next one. Actually, and I'm just realizing this as I write, what She was doing was keeping me "on the edge", but not in the same way that She would if I had access to my poor trapped little clitty. My Mistress REALLY knows what She is doing, and She does it soooo well.

So we talked and laughed. Both about Realworld and about my many fantasies, and She would push my buttons HARD every few minutes, and even though I was getting no physical feelings of touching, She soon had me sinking down into the now familiar territory of subspace. I think She has a room in subspace reserved with my name on it, as many times as She has sent me there. But I LOVE visiting there for Princess Grace whenever I get the chance.

The time flew by. Princess then pulled out Her lesson plan, and decided that I needed some homework. Now, She normally does not give me a lot of homework, but this night She made up for lost time and gave me quite a few assignments. I'm not going to tell you all of them, but I'll share a devious little one that you might enjoy hearing about. Maybe you won't, I don't know, but I don't care, because I enjoyed it!

For work the next day, I had to put on smallest and tightest pair of panties I owned over Her caged clitty, and then a tight pair of pantyhose over those. I was to dress in my normal workclothes on top of that, but She told me I wasn't allowed to wear any boy socks over the pantyhose. This would make me have to worry all day that my co-workers might catch a glimpse of my hose covered ankles if I sat wrong and the legs of my jeans rode up. The only color pantyhose I normally have in my drawer are black (which could almost pass as sheer mens socks), or suntan, which you might think looks like you have on no socks at all but believe me it doesn't! I also have a pair of pantyhose in a lace rose pattern and some white thigh highs for special occasions, but didn't think to tell Her about those during the call. Good thing, because She was not gonna make this easy. I asked her what color pantyhose She wanted me to wear...

"Oh sweetie... the suntan of course!"

That little statement sent little chills up and down my spine and Her cage dropped a few sizes, but at least She didn't make me wear a bra to work like She did the last time. She asked me if I had a camisole though, and I'll bet if I had one I'd be wearing that too. Oh, and I almost forgot the lipgloss... She asked me if I had any, and I would've been wearing that too if I did...

Then She dropped another assignment on me...

"Hmmmmm.. what else? I know.... do you stay at work to eat your lunch and where you can walk around during your lunch hour?"

"Yes Princess"

"Good!"

::giggle::

"OK My bitchass, you're gonna take the Aneros toy to work along with your lube, and during your lunchbreak, you're gonna take them in the restroom with you and put in the Aneros and leave it in for a half hour. Then walk around as much as you can to enjoy the feelings. Just be careful whenever you sit down."

::giggles::

"Let's see.... and thinking of that, I want you to shop for a new toy.."

OMG.... I'm not gonna tell you yet what toy it was, but She described it to me in detail, and I'm sure you'll know soon enough what it is, because Princess will no doubt have me tell you after She makes me play with it.

"Yes Princess... I'll start looking for that...."

There were a few more homework assignments given out, but those are a secret.... sorry... but I'll tell you that any homework assignment from Princess is always fun and exciting, even if it is also a little bit scary or humiliating.

"neener neener neener!"

After the homework assignments were given out and discussed, and we talked and laughed a little more, it was decided that it was getting late and that I should probably catch a few hours of sleep before going to work in the morning, and so this is where the call ended. Princess, I don't remember what it was that made You laugh so hard that You couldn't catch your breath that one time, but I'm sorry and I hope You don't hold that against me next time. OK, never mind... anything that You want to hold against me is fine with me!

And so, I can only say that my calls with Princess Grace are SOOO damned enjoyable, it really doesn't matter if there is any actual touch play involved or not. She can easily take you places that you wouldn't believe just by knowing what your hot buttons are and using that awesome voice of Hers. They don't call Her "The Mindfucktress" for nothing. She has such amazing talents and I guess you just have to experience a call with Her to understand just how good She really is at this.

Princess, I had a fantastic time with You, and I hope You did too. I can't wait for the next call already! Hopefully, I'll be out of Your cage for the next one. I will be out of Your cage, right? (hint hint)

This little pet sure wuvs You lots!

little bitchass


P.S. As a bonus, I have to tell you something that happened during my homework assignment at work. First, even though I was a bit worried about people seeing my ankles if I crossed my legs without thinking about it, that didn't happen. The tightness of the panties and pantyhose over Princess' cage made it very hard to cross my legs without knowing about it (and every time I did I thought of my Princess, BTW) , and adding the Aneros to the mix made crossing my legs impossible anyway. But I have to say that walking around in the Aneros was made much more enjoyable than ever because the tight panties and hose held it in place really tight, and the fabric moved the toy around whenever I made any walking movements.

I put in the Aneros right after eating, and had about 45 minutes before we were going to interview an applicant for a job. That would give me a half hour of wearing it and then plenty of time to take it out and clean everything up. It didn't quite work out that way...

The applicant showed up early.

"EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEK!"

So, guess what? Bitchass had to sit (gingerly I might add) through the whole hourlong interview with the Aneros in place. It sure was a trip trying to concentrate on the questions and answers, instead of on the Aneros. And I thought of You a LOT during the interview, Princess!

Geeesh!

The Fast is Over! Princess is Baaaaaackkk!

What a night! I spent Day 19 in Princess Grace's cage and She was back in fine form last night at Tease Time, and it seems like She has shaken off any ill effects left over from Her fast. She came into the room and said hello, and then disappeared. Everyone was looking for the most likely suspect, Killer Jimmy, but he was nowhere to be seen. Eventually Princess showed back up, apologizing for being late, but we all knew She had been taking a few last wistful looks at the muscleheaded jocks on one of Her fitness videos.

Greetings were exchanged all around, and after Billybear forced Princess to sign a contract agreeing that She would take his call tonight, we moved on to discuss Princess' newest fetish... CHARTS! That's right, charts.... Princess has become a Mean Cockteasing Motherfucking Princess Chart Bitch. Her inner Chart Geekette has cum to life, and now She uses charts to track every aspect of Her Life. She even has one set up to track whenever She orgasms. This might sound like small potatoes, but Princess has a devious reason for doing this. She has somehow convinced Her boytoy to agree to stay locked up in Her cage until She reaches some predetermined number of ogasms, at which point She will let him out. The suspicious part of this is that Princess gets to pick the number and also picks when She wants to cum. There was some talk of making me participate, but She has so far not told me specifically yes or no. Even if yes, I take comfort in the fact that She cums over a thousand times a day, and unless She chooses a number that even Einstein would have trouble comprehending, then She should reach the magic number in a pretty short time.

And in another bit of disturbing lockup news, Miss Tara has embarked on a campaign to get Princess to send Her my keys as a prezzie on Her August 19th birthday. She even sent Princess a special birthday prezzie to grease the skids a little. If Miss Tara ever gets ahold of my keys, I am in deep doodoo, because She has been known to forget about people She has locked up for over 6 months at a time. To make matters worse, the keys may not even be in workable condition after She's done with them, because She threatened to make earrings out of them, and I think She means casting them in plastic. But this is all beside the point. I have a signed contract with Princess right here, where it clearly states that the KEYS will be held by MsGrace ONLY, and that terms and conditions of this contract may only be changed by mutual consent between Ms Grace and..... wait a minute! Where did my name go? When I signed this thing it said "between Ms Grace and Little Bitchass"..... Now it just says "may only be changed by Ms Grace"... Princess!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

We'll have to settle that later I guess, but first, back to Tease Time... Princess recorded 3 new MP3s for the chat and after a few minor technical difficulties, had everybody listening to Her awesome voice, which is a sensual tease all in itself. The MP3s were:

http://www.mindfucktress.com/Summer_School.mp3 http://www.mindfucktress.com/The_Confession.mp3 http://www.mindfucktress.com/BodyWorship_101.mp3

If you didn't get a chance to listen to these last night during the chat, better do it now before Princess takes them down or moves them to someplace where you will never find them again. But as always, remember while you listen, as Her voice carries you deeper and deeper, NO CUMMIES, DAMMIT!

After the MP3s had done their devilish work, Princess finished out the hour by effortlessly flicking teases this way and that, to one needywanty guest after another, custom fit to each chatter's particular fantasies. How She is able to remember everyone's fantasies so well I'm not quite sure, but you only have to watch Her do it once and you will see what an amazing Goddess my Mistress is. Princess Grace, welcome back from Your fast, and thank You for another great evening at Tease Time! Now can I get out?

I wuvs ya!

little bitchass

Some Freaky Friday News! Welcoming a New Coven Member...

I'm going to switch up a little from my normal report on this weekend's Freaky Friday and instead, fill you in on a major change that occurred.

As you know, Ms Veronica has not attended the last few Freaky Friday chats, because she had gotten involved in the seduction and corruption of an Irish priest that she met during her stay at the Succubus Retreat. Well, it seems that this corruption has turned into a fulltime job, and so regretfully, Ms Veronica has decided not to return to Freaky Friday. We are all sorry to see her go, and will sorely miss the power of her Spider Venom, but we all wish her the best in whatever new Dark Duties she undertakes.

That being said, I'm happy to announce that Ms Tara has agreed to join the Coven, and she made her first official appearance on Friday night. All of you Innocents had better join High Priestess Miz Ava, Steph (Pit Boss) Marie, and I in welcoming her to our little family the next time you see her. It would also be wise to show her the proper respect, because besides being a very powerful Witch, she can also spank your ass right off of you. Believe me, I know! And if you don't believe me, ask billybear.

I'm not sure if it was a coincidence or not, but we had one of the biggest turnouts ever for a Freaky Friday chat. I wasn't watching the room count all that closely, but a couple of times I noticed that there were at least 30 in the room when I looked. I think some of those were from Ms Tara's fan club, which included most of billybear's family and even his crooked lawyer. The small blue bear brought them along to play on Miz Ava's sympathies and try to wangle him a stay of his upcoming execution. I don't know why he felt he had to bring his lawyer along, but if that shyster tries to bring any kind of legal action against us, it'll be the sorriest day of his life. I don't care if he was Hunter Thompsons lawyer, you just don't mess around with a Coven of Witches. He's gonna have a hard time concentrating on the case when he realizes that he is developing a new boil or running sore on his cock every 5 minutes, while he still has a cock that is.....

The ever elusive lbb showed up and promptly joined the wrong side by encouraging billybear to defy Miz Ava's every wish. I think he even provided a ride to the chat for billybear's mom and dad. I don't hold that against lbb though, because I believe he had been driven partially mad by a bad case of Princess Grace withdrawal that occurred during her fast. He gets extra sympathy from me on that, because he was not the only one.

Steph had made an improvement to the cover on The Pit, but it still needs to be tuned up a little. Seems that as fast as I was tossing people in, they were popping right back out again, so Steph, you need to get that thing fixed before next week's chat.

The action moved fast and furious, and the Witches and their apprentices were working hard to keep everybody in line. My whip got a workout and I need to add a few nails to the end by next week in case we have a repeat of this weeks bad behavior. I'm pretty sure that all that's needed is a little incentive to keep the Innocents behaving. Between Miz Ava's and Ms Tara's unholy spells and spankings, Pit Boss Steph's continued improvements to The Pit's burners, and my whip and lightning-fast boots, we will not have a repeat of this week's Symphony of Disrespect.

So once again, welcome to the Coven Ms Tara, because after what we witnessed this past Friday, we will be needing much more of the type of discipline that you are so adept at providing.

See you next Friday, and you all had better be good! I mean it!

Corruptrix

Tease Time... or... Don't You Dare Mention The "F" Word!

Tease Time with Princess Grace had a very different topic tonight, health and nutrition. Princess started on the actual fasting part of Her 10 day self-torture program today, after preparing for a few days by drinking nothing but Green Smoothies and Wheatgrass Drinks. Sounds yummy, doesn't it?

Princess entered the chatroom sporting the most lovely shade of green skin that you've ever seen. This appears to be a sideffect of drinking all of those Green Smoothies, and Princess hinted pretty strongly that some others in the room would soon follow Her in Her program, mainly because She is NOT gonna be going through this hell on earth all by Herself.

Princess also warned everyone that it might not be a good night to ask Her how She was doing, because the fasting was making Her just a bit cranky. And most of all, if anyone insisted on mentioning the "F" word, there was definitely gonna be some trouble.

And so, we all set about to keep Princess' mind off of the fast as much as we could. Jimmy the Killer showed up, and he was very relieved to find out that Princess did not have any lingering hard feelings about his murderous attack on Her during last week's chat. She may not have had hard feelings, but She wasted no time in telling him that he would be paid back in spades when She felt the time was right.

She also dashed any hopes that pantysue had about being allowed to unlock Her cage tonight, mainly because pantysue foolishly mentioned steaks in one of her statements. Now, I don't know if bankyboo still has a key to his cage, but Princess let him know in no uncertain terms that he was NOT getting out, and that he should just lay back on the bed with all his new girlfriends and just enjoy the chat. As for myself, I had no hopes of getting out of Princess' little cage, because She already has one key to it, and I just mailed the other one back to Her a few days ago. I'm hoping that She lets me out in time for my birthday, but that's Her call. Maybe I shoulda mentioned that before I sent the key back to Her.

As it turns out, the night did not turn out any worse for the 3 of us who were caged than it did for the rest of the people in the room, because the conversation stayed mostly on topic for the rest of the hour, and Princess did not do one of Her usual guided masturbation sessions. Even if She had done one, I don't think the outcum would've been good anyway, because of Her cranky mood. And so we continued to discuss Her hellish ordeal, except for some various involuntary teases that escaped from her pouty green lips from time to time. I don't think Princess is capable of going more than a few minutes without pouncing if She sees a ripe opportunity to tease some fortunate soul. But the bottom line was that nobody in the room was allowed to cum, unless they were whacka whacka whacking without permission. It's just a good thing that nobody announced that they had just cum, or their ass woulda been grass. You just don't mess with Princess' "No Cummies Rule" when She has not had any solid (dangerous word deleted) all day.

Well the time flew by, and before we knew it, the hour was up. Princess said Her goodnights to everybody, and left to go torture some highly deserving folks on the phone.

I'm not sure about how all the others feel, but I am never disappointed if Princess takes a night off from working us over, because it's always such a joy just to be in the same chatroom with Her. Even when She's cranky, and a mean, cockteasing, Motherfucking Mindfucktress Mistress Princess, it just doesn't matter to me, and I know for a fact that there's a few other people who attend Her chats who feel the same way as I do about Her. And in my case that feeling is needy, wanty, and frustrated.

I wuv my Mistress, Princess Grace, and I'm super proud of Her for having the courage to go through this difficult fast so that She can stay healthy for all of us! I tip Her cage to Her in appreciation.

BTW, since I know Princess never skims this far down into my posts, I feel safe in telling you that the "F" word I was avoiding was not the word you think! It is "food"....

See you all at next week's Tease Time!

little bitchass

Freaky Friday... The Coven Grows...

Last weekend's Freaky Friday was really a memorable one, especially for one of the dedicated innocents who shows up every week and is only too happy to carry out the most heinous tasks given by Miz Ava. That is, as long as most of those heinous tasks are directed at billybear. I'll tell you why this week's chat was memorable in a few minutes, but first things first here...

The night began on a rather sad note, when Miz Ava announced to all that Ms Veronica would not be joining us. Ms Veronica, in another of her famous collect calls, told Miz Ava that she had met and fell in lust with an Irish priest while attending the Succubus Retreat last weekend, and was off cavorting with him in Istanbul. While we were all sad, I'm sure that Ms Veronica was enjoying every minute of what she was surely doing to that poor priest.

And then, Miz Ava made the big announcement of the night...

MsAva: Tonight happens to be a very special night for a couple of other reasons
MsAva: Not only is this the First of June...which is the month for merry-making of all sorts
Corruptrix: do tell Miz Ava!
Sonny_Boy: I will keep mouth full and my butt empty
Corruptrix: sonny... Corruptrix almost chuckled at that one
StephMarie: Corruptix, your whip might be busy tonight
Corruptrix: I'm limbering it up steph

MsAva: But tonight happens to be the night we are accepting a new initiate into The Coven.
MsAva: Well my children of the night
Corruptrix: (drumroll)
Sonny_Boy: Nothing says lovin, like something from the coven
Corruptrix: (snaps sonny in the ass with whip)
Sonny_Boy: yeow!

MsAva: Last week, when we had the episode of Billy
MsAva: (who by the way, I am not EVEN close to being through with yet)
MsAva: There was an individual here who showed such dedication and affection to this Craft
MsAva: That I thought to myself, this person really has potential
MsAva: This person
MsAva: Is Stephanie Marie

MsAva: Stephanie Marie is about to be coronated, ladies and gentlemen
StephMarie: The interview process was lengthy and grueling I must say
rick: congrats stephanie marie!
aussie: wow, congrats
StephMarie: thanks everyone

MsAva: Yes Steph but you did soooo well
Sonny_Boy: mazet tov!
Corruptrix: congratulations initiate steph
(little_giselle) sent sound: applause
MsAva: Stephanie has passed all of the tests...
StephMarie: ty Corruptix

Corruptrix: Miz Ava, may I whip the new initiate now?
StephMarie: no one said anything about whipping?
Sonny_Boy: ,winces!
Corruptrix: its an initiation, steph, there's always whipping at these
MsAva: No whipping!!!
MsAva: She is NOT that kind of initiate!!!!
Corruptrix: awwww
StephMarie: ty Ms Ava!

MsAva: Corr!!! You will get your chance to whip someone!!!
Sonny_Boy: ,whew...
asia4morewins: gets out board with nail in it
Corruptrix: oh ok... hope I don't have to wait too long
StephMarie: you will know when the whipping may commence

MsAva: Stephanie Marie, I am pleased to hereby name you, "Lady Protectress of The Pit"
StephMarie: Ms Ava, I am beyond honored!
Corruptrix: a fitting title indeed
MsAva: From now on, Steph will be the Lady who opens the Pit for those victims who are deemed unruly
MsAva: And she will be the one who seals it
MsAva: Tightly
StephMarie: And I will look very pretty doing it too
MsAva: Yes she will
StephMarie: See I like to dress nice for these nights
StephMarie: Kinda like Vanna and the letters

MsAva: Also, we have even put in a new tile all around the circumferance of The Pit
MsAva: Yes Corr, please tell everyone about the Pit renovations
Corruptrix: you'll notice we've had The Pit area redone especially for you steph
StephMarie: Corruptix, why yes
StephMarie: !
Corruptrix: we've been working hard in secret all week tiling the ground around The Pit
Corruptrix: we have very nice marble tiles laid around the perimeter so that you may open and close the cover without the hem of your gown getting dirty
StephMarie: Corruptix, very thoughtful!
Corruptrix: we were gonna go with a hardwood floor but didn't feel like sanding it

MsAva: And also....
MsAva: We are going to be recruiting
MsAva: We have a couple of openings for Stephanie's charges
StephMarie: I'll have charges?
MsAva: Who will assist her by holding up the train or hem of her gowns whenever she is on Pit duty
asia4morewins: depth charges?
Sonny_Boy: positive or negative charges?
Corruptrix: (whips Asia and Sonny)
Corruptrix: you need attendants, steph

Miz Ava then asked for volunteers for the coveted positions as Steph's Attendants. We didn't have time to do job interviews, and so it became a "first come first served" arrangement, with Rick and Tabatha getting noticed first. It was heartwarming to see how much they both wanted the job, because of the way they knocked down some of the more frail coven members and jumped up and down on them so they could be seen easier.

MsAva: Please proceed forward, Stephanie and her attendants

Corruptrix: I always get so emotional at these initiations

StephMarie: *walks forward*

rick: proceeding

StephMarie: *beaming*

MsAva: Corr, you stand to my left here at the altar

MsAva: Ohhhh, Steph, you do look amazing...she glows!!

StephMarie: Ms Ava, you are too kind

rick: you r deserving my lady

Corruptrix: don't overdo it rick, you have the job already

MsAva: Please bow your head before me Stephanie

Corruptrix: (looks at rick.... places hand on whip)

StephMarie: *bows head before the truly stunning Ms Ava*

tabatha: bows

rick: bows

MsAva: (smiles upon Steph in all of her glory)

MsAva: (takes her willow wand and holds it in the air)

MsAva: I call upon the Mother Crone

MsAva: The spirits of this Enchanted Forest

Corruptrix: (bows head)

MsAva: And all of the witches who have come before and who will come after

tabatha: listening intently

MsAva: I call upon all of these as witnesses

MsAva: I place my willow wand on Stephanies head

MsAva: I point the wand and draw a star over Steph

MsAva: She is consecrated

rick: congratulations!

Sonny_Boy: Ooh

Corruptrix: very impressive

MsAva: Stephanie I place the wand over you and draw a protective circle all around you

MsAva: You are protected so that you may now protect this sacred ground

Corruptrix: now get ta steppin' and open up that pit!

MsAva: Steph, you do know the magic words?

StephMarie: magic words?

MsAva: Yes Steph

StephMarie: open sesame?

MsAva: Hahaha Wrong magic words!!!!

Corruptrix: c'mon steph.. you know it

MsAva: (slips Steph a piece of paper with magic words on them)

StephMarie: ohhhhh

StephMarie: The

StephMarie: Pit

StephMarie: Is Open

StephMarie: Forrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr

StephMarie: Business!

And with those magic words, the cover over The Pit slowly opens, and a dull red glow from below dances on the Pit walls. At this point, Rick, who has a cush job all wrapped up, inexplicably volunteers to be thrown into The Pit. And so, without further ado, I sent Rick spinning down into The Pit, where he would soon meet Mother Crone in all her terrible glory.

little_giselle: he was a lively sort, that rick
little_giselle: perhaps not the brightest of bulbs, but lively nonetheless
MsAva: Exactly giselle!
Corruptrix: I always cry at these killings
little_giselle: me too
MsAva: Oh corr and giselle...these are such emotional events
StephMarie: tabatha, would you pass around the kleenex please?
Corruptrix: I must remain above those emotions... I am Corruptrix
MsAva: Yes Corr...you are a strong witch

MsAva: Which torture device shall we experiment with tonight before Rick meets Mother?
Corruptrix: how about the hot seat?
StephMarie: how about the comfy chair?
MsAva: Lets do the hot seat Corruptrix
Corruptrix: oh yes, Miz Ava!
StephMarie: Hot seat it is
Corruptrix: (drags in metal chair and builds fire under it)
Corruptrix: hot seat coming right up. Miz Ava
MsAva: (looks at her watch....Rick better fess up or his ass will be burning and NOT in a good way in just a few moments)

MsAva: Ok...burn his ass Corr
Corruptrix: (levitates rick into the "hot seat")

Corruptrix: bye rick...
StephMarie: buh bye rick
Corruptrix: ok steph, close it
StephMarie: The pit
StephMarie: is closed
StephMarie: for business

Rick: Ahhhhhhhhh.......

And with the saying of the magic words, the pit cover slams down, cutting off Rick's last words in mid ahhhhhhhhh...

Now this was going to be the last of my account of the evening's activities, but we had a surprise guest visit the clearing.

Lady of Light made another dramatic entrance, causing all those present to put on sunglasses and SPF15 sunscreen. What followed was a brutal ass whupping on my butt cheeks. To humiliate me even further, Lady of Light rubbed melted butter onto my burning cheeks and then sprinkled cinnamon on the butter and blew on it to dry everything in place. Then she made me present my "cinnamon buns" to Miz Ava for approval.

To make matters worse, my new associate Steph, who I had asked to hold my whip while I was getting my beating, decided to make a power play to take the most fun part of my job away.

StephMarie: Corruptix, may i keep the whip?
Corruptrix: no steph.. allow me to keep a smidge of dignity here
StephMarie: Corruptix, just a smidge?
MsAva: Oh geez
LadyofLight: ::whack::
Corruptrix: aaaaaaaaaaaccckkkkkkkkk
LadyofLight: No dignity

StephMarie: this is why I wear the long dresses

StephMarie: with lots of layers!

Corruptrix: (cowers with no dignity)

Now I don't know what I ever did to deserve this kind of shabby treatment by Lady of Light, but I think maybe she's getting me mixed up with that sickeningly sweet goody-two-shoes, little bitchass. Lots of people tell me that there's a strong resemblance there. But it wasn't all bad... I got a nice endorphin rush from the paddling at least. And the hot cinnamon smelled pretty good.

And so another Freaky Friday was history, and there's a new witch in town. But I'm keeping an eye on my old pal Steph. If she tries taking over my job again, her butt will feel the tickle of my whip. Seniority is a bitch, Steph! I'm sure Miz Ava will understand.

See you all next Friday Night!

Corruptrix

Little Bitchass Got a Call With Princess Last Night...

Well, Princess has rebounded nicely from Thursday night's execution attempt by Jimmy the Killer with only a few bruises and minor burns.

I had a fortunate occurrence happen in RealWorld that allowed me to give Princess a call on Saturday night, and if She was laid up in the hospital or worse, and I missed the chance at a call, I was gonna go looking for Jimmy the So Dead. But the call happened as expected, and all was right again in bitchass's little world.

It was wonderful to hear Princess' voice again, and that does not ever get old, no matter how many calls we've done together. We spent the first part of the call catching up on the past weeks events, both personal and in RealWorld. Then the conversation shifted onto the fast that Princess is about to embark on. I am proud as hell of Her for doing this, because I'm sure it won't be easy for Her, but She's doing it anyway so She will stay healthy for all of Her pets.

To make sure that She does not suffer through 10 days of this ordeal all by Herself, She has enlisted a few of her pets to go through the same fast that She is, at the same time She is doing it. Such dedication by a bunch of pets I have never seen! My hat would be off to you all if only I wore a hat.

Your writer will NOT be going through the actual fasting, because Princess wants someone around to report on the outcome of Hers who won't be too weak from hunger to type. Actually, that's not quite true... Princess has me doing something else, but I WILL be participating by drinking the Green Smoothies that She will be drinking, right along with Her. The Green Smoothies are some godawful sounding concoction that are made out of fruits and green vegetables, but I'm happy to do it for Her, and it can't hurt to get more of those into the body. I may be "asked" to do the fast after Princess completes Hers though.

Then we moved on to talking about another area of interest that I have not talked about before. Yes, bitchass has another kink. Surprised? Knew you would be. But guess what? I'm not gonna tell you what it is, so neener neener neener! But suffice it to say, we talked at length about it and Princess has made some plans for me.

It was about this time that She pounced...

"So what is it that you want to do most tonight, sweetie?"

"Ummmmm... I'd kinda like to cum, Princess. I've been edging a lot since the last time You let me, and it's getting really tough to keep Your 'No Cummies' rule.."

"Awwwww.. so you want to cum a little bit, huh? ::giggles::"

"YESSSSSSSSSSSSSS!!!!!"

"Well, My bitchass, I could let you cum... would you like that?"

"You know it, Princess!"

"Orrrrrr........ I could let you stroke, but not let you cum? How would that be?"

"Oh no, Princess, I've been doing that all week and it's driving me crazy! You wouldn't do that to Your little bitchass would You?"

"Well, that's not a good way to go about asking to be allowed to cum... telling your Mistress that She would not do something. Maybe I should just tell you to get My cage and put it on right now... You've been out of it for awhile now... uh huh!"

"Awwwwww Princess, please let meeeee?"

"Thinking of that, Banky seems to do so much better in his cage when he knows that you are in yours too..."

I was beginning to think that I was not gonna cum at all, by the way the conversation was going... Then, without warning, She told me I could lube up and that I could stroke. She began to push my buttons... She pushed hardest in the area of my secret fantasy that we had talked about earlier. I must like that area a lot better than I thought, because by the time She got a few sentences into it, She had me sunk so deep into subspace that I didn't know which way was up anymore. I just knew I wanted to cum... and badly.

When Princess gets me into this space, She knows that I will do anything that She wants, and say whatever She wants to hear. She pushed button after button... getting me closer and closer... then She started to push me harder, asking me if I wanted to get back into Her cage or not. What could I say? My subbie side was totally into submission mode by then, and wanted to tell her yes, I want to get back into it, but my "Want To Stroke Whenever I Feel Like It" side was screaming...

"Noooo you asshole, don't tell Her yes! I don't want to get back into that damned thing again! You forgot about the 50 day thing already? How you were going nuts by the time it was over? You remember those freakin' Q-tips??? Don't listen to Her! Say no for God's sake!"

She kept pushing. Back and forth... suggesting it strongly, never telling me I had to do it, but knowing all along that She could make me ask for it. Keeping me right on the edge the whole time. Knowing I'd do anything to cum now. She knew She had me wrapped right around Her glass dildo, but She was enjoying making me squirm.

"OMG Princess... just tell me! Don't beat around the bush! You know I want it, and I'll say it for You. Yes! Put me back in Your cage, but pleaseeeee... let me cum! "

"So you want to go back in My cage for who knows how long?"

"Yes Princess... Oh gawd... please let me cum!"

"This will be your decision, are you sure? ::giggles::"

"Yes! Yes! Yessssssss! I'll say it again! Please lock me up!" (I was a sorry mess here I know, but I can get that way without too much pushing once Princess has me in subspace)

"You know, with all the reading I've been doing, and knowing you don't cook and that you don't eat very well, I think that if I let you cum, you shouldn't waste any of the protein. You know what I'm talking about, right? ::giggle::"

"Yes... I know.. I know... anything! Just let me cum.... please!"

"So if I let you, you have to do it, every drop.... is that clear?"

"Anything You want, Princess... I'm fucking dying here... Anything!!!"

"OK you can cum now... Cum for Me! Cum for Me NOW!"

I had to put down the phone, because Princess had neglected to tell me to get a glass, but I had a fantastically noisy orgasm, and caught as much as I could in my hand, and yes, bitchass did the nasty. I could hear laughing coming from the phone lying on the desk, and so I know that Princess was enjoying this probably as much as I was enjoying the orgasm.

After I wiped off my hands enough to pick up the phone without squirting it halfway across the room, I got Princess back on the line.

"Now My bitchass, do you have My cage nearby?"

"No Princess, but I can get it"

"Do it!"

I went and got the cage and brought it back, hoping that maybe Princess was still teasing and that She really wasn't gonna put me back in it.

"Put it on... Now!"

Drat!

I got the cuff ring on my nutlets without too much problem, but things were still a bit too big to get the rest back through the ring. When I told Princess, She was ready for it...

"OK, Go get some ice cubes and bring them back."

I went to the freezer and found that the ice cubes had almost evaporated, leaving a bunch of little ice slices and a few half cubes in the bottom of the trays. It took both trays to get a handful of ice.

"Now pick up a handful and stroke with it"

"Princess, the cubes are so thin they keep falling out between my fingers.."

"Well keep trying! And thinking of that, get a cube that doesn't have sharp sides, and you know where I want you to put it, right?"

"Yes Princess"

I found a cube to use and within a few seconds (EEEEP!) had added "Ice Cube In Ass" to my repertoire for the evening. Then it was back to grabbing as much ice as I could hold and holding it where it was most needed. Damn that is fucking cold! But it did the job, and I got everything back in the cage.

"OK Princess... cage is on.."

"Good, sweetie. Now put the brass lock on and lock up for Me! And I want to hear the lock click closed.."

I put the lock through the pin and held the phone down near it while I clicked it closed.

"Did You hear that, Princess?"

"Yes I did! ::giggles:: Now My little bitchass.... do you have My address? You know what you are going to do, right?"

"Yes Princess.. I'll mail Your key back to You on Monday. Thanks for letting me hold onto it for awhile..."

"Awww... that's a good girl! When I get My key back, we shall see where we will be going next... ::giggles::"

And that was how the call ended, except for some lovely goodnight dialogue between us.

Thank You for the great call, Princess, and thanks for letting me stick around!

little bitchass

Better late than never...

I apologize for the delay, but had a fortunate turn of events in RealWorld, and so spent a good part of the weekend thinking about and planning for a Princess call! I also had a nice Saturday afternoon at the salon getting my hair cut, colored, and styled, but I'm not gonna write about that this time so I can get you caught up on the more important stuff.

Thursday night's Tease Time with Princess Grace was a little bit of a rocky one for Princess because of a very strong thunderstorm that decided to go through Her area just as Tease Time was starting. We all had to wait at various times for Princess to hide under Her bed and come out again when it was safe.

Everyone present began the night by exchanging greetings and much wuv for Princess, all of which was returned by Her in kind. The main topic for the night was Princess' new health plan. Everyone wholeheartedly agreed with Her decision to be as healthy as possible so She would be sure to be around for a long time to cum. Well, for HER to cum anyway. It's awesome to think about the frequency that Princess cums, because it works out to something like 12,696.75 times a year, if my calculations are correct.

When I say that everyone agreed with Her health plan, I am lying just a bit, because it includes a cleansing fast, and Princess has chosen a few people to go through the plan at the same time as Her, because She is not about to suffer through it all by Herself. Those who knew a few of the nasty little details were a little uneasy about joining Her in the plan, but hey, Princess is Princess, and who of the chosen ones wouldn't be willing to sacrifice a little just to help Her out? It also helps when She doesn't ask someone to help, but tells them instead.

Since I had complained last week that it was my first Tease Time in quite a while where I could participate and a strokey-rubby tease never happened, Princess decided to give us a break and give us one this time. Everyone who wanted to was told to lube up, and Princess began one of Her classic teases. Princess had us follow Her patented stroking instruction, and before long the sound in the room was dominated by Her instructions and various moans, mmmmmms, and ooooohhhhh, and other primal sounds from the crowd that soon got so insistent that She became a little bit alarmed and the next thing we knew it was,

"OK, everybody... hands off"

Fuck! I knew this was gonna happen! My first day back on the job and NO CUMMIES!

I could tell that others were a little disappointed in being told to stop as well, judging by the many "awwwww" and "Oh Princess.... pleaseeeeee?" comments that rippled through the frustrated mass of humanity in the room. One of the more upset campers, Jimmy, lost his mind completely and took it a step further, when he sent a thunder sound effect that blew Princess right out of the room, and we never saw Her again. But that wasn't enough for Jimmy the Killer, as he is now known. In his insanity, he also started calling Princess "The Wicked Witch of the West" for leaving our little ship rudderless. I'm hoping that his insanity will let up by next week, because he is normally a very likable guy, and it's kinda sad to see a nice guy hated by so many as much as Jimmy the Killer now is. But no matter what, he is gonna have a lot of explaining to do with Princess, if She ever comes back to the chatroom.

The rest of Tease Time was spent watching the chatters mill around aimlessly, and some would from time to time call out plaintively to Princess, in a vain attempt to bring Her back. I have never witnessed such a heartwrenching scene in my life.

Retelling this has gotten me all broken up again over the apparent loss of my Mistress, and so I think I'll have to stop and compose myself. Hopefully, Princess is OK and will return for next week's Tease Time.

If She does, make sure you get there early and get a good seat for Jimmy the Killer's cum-uppance. It should make for quite a spectacle!

little bitchass

What An Amazing Call!

Last night I was able to connect with Princess Grace on a call I had been waiting to make since before She left on Her vacation. We had scheduled it the day before, and I IMed Her earlier in the day do see if it was still on. She said yes, I said yay!

So when the time came, we got on the phone and had one of the best calls EVER! We had our usual "foreplay" session, which included a lot of laughs and giggles, and also telling me a lot of the fun stuff that had happened on Her trip. We also talked a little about prezzies, but that's all I'm sayin'.... for now.... And yes, I had Princess' collar on....

Then She downshifted and pounced...

"So, My little bitchass... what do you want to do tonight?"

"Well Princess, whatever You want is OK with me...."

"OKKKKK....... ::giggle::"

Most of you know that I am interested a tiny bit in bondage, and that Princess often weaves a fantasy on calls that includes some bondage scenes. This time, She checked in Her memory banks and used something that I had told Her about quite a while ago and that I was sure She had forgotten about....

"OK, first, do you have the little white toy handy?"

I only have one toy that we ever play with, and that is Anita, and I always have that handy for calls....

"Yes Princess, Anita is here..."

"You have your lube?"

"Yesssss...."

"You know the drill... do it!"

"Yes Princessssss..."

So I lubed up Anita and in she went...

"OK, now do you have those handcuffs and ankle cuffs you bought?"

"Not right here, but I can get them..."

Yikes...

So I get the cuffs, they are regular police style handcuffs (two sets) and a set of ankle cuffs with a 16 inch chain between them.

"OK, now what are you wearing?"

"I'm wearing a denim skirt and a tank top Princess..."

"What kind of shoes?"

"Low heel loafers..."

"Get your tallest heels and put them on... ::giggles::"

So I go get my ankle strap pumps with the 5" heels and put them on. I'm beginning to get the feeling that She is still working from some things that She did on her vacation here. Lucky I don't have a set of shoe cuffs, because I'm feeling like maybe Princess is in a "mood"...

"Now, take the ankle cuffs and lock them on your ankles, and lock a pair of the handcuffs on your wrists..."

So I do it...

"OK Princess... locked on..."

"Good! ::giggles:: Now... I want you to go take a walk to your mailbox like that and then come right back... I'll wait... enjoy the feeling of the aneros while you walk"

"Yessss Princessss..."

Oh geez... my mailbox is about 30 feet down the street from my driveway... and it's still early, so there is a good chance of people coming to get mail, but I slowly shuffle my way out the door, down the walk, down the driveway, and over to the mailbox. Good so far, no witnesses, so I turn around and go back. I got to the end of my driveway and a car turns the corner and stops at the mailbox. Geeesh.. close call. I shuffle back in and get back on the line.

"I'm back, almost got caught, but back OK now..."

"Awwwwww... poor jemmie.... ::giggles::"

I tell Her about the close call, and then She gets devious on me...

"Now My little bitchass, I want you to sit on the floor with your lube, but be careful of the aneros"

"Yesss Princessss...." (She didn't have to tell me twice about being careful)

"Good... now unlock one wrist, take the second set of handcuffs, and lock them on the free wrist"

So I do it and so now I'm sitting on the floor, my ankles are chained together and I have a pair of hancuffs dangling from each wrist.

"OK, now take the cuff on your left hand and attach it to the ankle chain and make sure you can still reach your ear with the phone..."

Oh geesh... I do it and there's enough slack in the ankle chain so I am able to get the phone up to my ear so I can hear Her.

"All comfy?"

"Ummmm.... not exactly, Princess, but not too bad..."

"Good! ::giggle::"

"Now take the free end of the cuff on your right hand and lock it around your left ankle"

OMG... This was getting tough. I had to sit Indian style, bend way over, and hold the phone with my chin so I could lock the cuff, but somehow did it. Now I was folded up in a small package but was able to get the phone back in my left hand.

"OK Princess.... think I got it..."

"Good girl! Now I'm going to reward you sweetie. You can lube up and stroke if you want to... or should I say 'if you can'..."

"Princess! How...."

"Awwwww... don't you want to? Do you want to never cum like My booboo?"

Somehow, I was able to scootch my ankles close enough to my body, and after some work, managed to get my panties pulled out of the way. Then I fumbled around with the lube, dropped it a couple of times because there was some on the outside of the tube, and finally managed to get some drizzzled on before I dropped the tube again. That was the easy part...

Now I had to try and get my hand in a position to do something productive with it, which wasn't as easy as it sounds. I could only get limited contact, and was not able to get any kind of rhythm at all going. I was hunched over in an uncomfortable position and at the same time, Princess began weaving another fantasy, which I think had roots in Her vacation activities from last week. In the fantasy, I was asked to be Her maid for a weekend, and what She had me doing in the fantasy was just so yummy. Listening to Her talk, I was getting more and more excited, but was having all kinds of trouble keeping anything going, and was getting VERRRRRYYYY frustrated!

Finally, I started getting close to the edge. Princess sensed it from my comments and breathing, and pushed the fantasy up another notch. She somehow got me to the edge in that awful position and kept me there while She tortured me with more of the fantasy. Then, She said to stay on the edge, but NO CUMMIES!

"You know sweetie, thinking about that, you got to cum on My birthday, and I also let you cum once while I was gone. I don't think I should let you cum again this soon do you?"

"Princess.... pleaseeeeeeeee..."

"But honey, you've cum more in the last few days that you did the whole time you were in My cage. You might get used to that if I let you keep doing it... ::giggle::"

"Princess, I won't get used to it... I promise... just let me tonight.. pleaseeee?"

"No no no... I think hands off will be better..."

"But Princ.........................."

"Awwwww... ::giggle:: cummm for Me bitchass... cummm for Me now...... ::giggles::"

OMG... You bet I did!!

What a mindfucking tease!!!! But then again, this kind of awesome call is not surprising with Princess Grace. Especially if you are lucky enough to catch Her in one of Her "moods" like I did last night! Princess, I'm soooo looking forward to the next call with You already! You always make me so proud to be Yours! Your little bitchass wuvs Youuu!

little bitchass

Freaky Friday... It's Always About The Shoes...

This week's Freaky Friday was a very special one for me. Read on and you will see why.

Ms Veronica was attending her annual Succubi Retreat in the Catskills Mt's so she was unable to be physically present this week, but Miz Ava was more than happy to take up the slack and help me out with a little problem I've been having. In case you missed it in this blog, I was attacked by BillyBear this past week and grounded by a dastardly deed perpetrated by him. While I was floating around and minding my own business, he shot me in my lovely shoes with a portable "leather to lead" transmorgifier gun, causing me to plummet to the ground faster than the Hindenburg. Once on the ground I found that I was unable to untie the lead laces and was stuck all week wearing a 50 pound shoe on each foot. I sent a message to Miz Ava by messenger bat, imploring her to do something to get me back to my floaty old self, and maybe even get some revenge on that evil stinker BillyBear. The bat returned with a message informing me that Miz Ava would have my shoes back to levitating business very soon.

Billy appeared as "BillyApparition" and as soon as his ghostly self was spotted, Miz Ava briskly approached him, condemning him for his horrible transgression against my person. It was more than clear that BillyApparition was going to pay dearly for mucking up my beloved shoes...and that this Freaky Friday was not only "all about the shoes" but it also would be setting the backdrop for a long overdue vengeance spell against the perpetual evil that is BillyBear. Miz Ava informed the crowd that she had taken special measures and was just waiting for this opportunity to provide BillyApparition with his just desserts.

Speaking of desserts, sweet PromQueen StephMarie was kind enough to bring her famous Rice Krispy Treats and sweet tea for all of the FF particpants! I declined of course, with the knowledge that it is never a good idea to accept any treats at FF, but the rest of the Innocents began to chow down like there was no tomorrow.

Miz Ava brought with her a mason jar filled with War Water. War Water is a very potent weapon used in psychic warfare and witch wars. Make no mistake about it, when BillyBear set out to wreck my shoes, war was indeed declared. Miz Ava also pulled from her robe a funny looking doll called a "poppet". It actually looked more like a floppy eared rabbit, but that made more sense when it became apparent that this particular doll was going to serve for a little "voodoo magic" on BillyBunny. Miz Ava then began poking pins into the Billy Poppet, and with each pinch, he was becoming weaker and more pliable.

This was exactly the right moment to cast a circle around BillyApparition so that he would remain intact and immobile. Since I was moving a bit sluggishly due to my lead shoes, Miz Ava enlisted the assistance of PromQueenSteph and together we placed black candles all around BillyApparition. Then Miz Ava ripped BillyApparition's pants off of him and began poking the pins into his bare butt cheeks.

Asia was the first to point out that the Billy Poppet Doll, in fact, was representative of the real BillyApparition parts, literally to scale. Asia assisted in laying bricks of coal all around the outer circle of black candles. Miz Ava explained that these coals would be lit with fire and that when I walked on the hot coals, the lead would melt. I have to tell you that when I heard that I was gonna be walking on glowing coals in metal shoes, I got just a tad nervous. But this would function as an additional means of punishing and humiliating BillyApparition, because while he stood helplessly in the inner circle, I would be walking around and around him, my shoes being magically restored and ulitimately reminding BillyApparition that he really has no power over the Witches of Freaky Friday.

Miz Ava handed the jar of War Water to me, performed a quick protective spell over my feet so they would not be burned, and directed me to walk on the burning coals while sprinkling BillyApparition with the War Water. Of course, it wouldn't be FF without at least one of the innocents, (read: Sonny) misinterpreting the directions that were presented.

Sonny's hearing must be getting affected by those damn testosterone patches he insists on wearing over his eyes every week because when Miz Ava told me to circle around BillyApparition and sprinkle the War Water on him, Sonny thought she had said "tinkle". Miz Ava immediately ordered Sonny to put away the cup as it would not be necessary for BillyApparition to have to pee into it.

MsAva: She said sprinkle sprinkle, NOT tinkle tinkle!!!

Upon hearing the phrase "pee in the cup", Pothead became noticeably uneasy and pleaded not to have to pee into any cup. Fred assured Pothead that if indeed this became an issue for him, he could sell him "some clean stuff, cheap".

As I continued in my circle, dousing BillyApparition with the War Water, the evil energy of BillyApparition was emptying from his body and my shoes were becoming lighter and lighter as the lead was melting. StephMarie noticed it right away and remarked "Corruptrix, you're getting taller!!" Imagine my utter joy when I began to levitate again! Miz Ava then recited the chant she had composed for this moment of vengeance:

"O Mother Crone, Great Goddess of the Dark
We come this night to beseech
The justice you impart
Corruptrix has been wronged
Victim to BillyBear's misdeed
It's more than justice that she wants
It is vengeance that she needs"

Next Miz Ava explained that in order for this hex to be realllly effective she would have to add a "personal touch" to it. Asia immediately suggested Miz Ava somehow incorporate her bra into the hex, but then he was swiftly reminded of what happened to him on the Eve of the Bast Festival. She also distracted Asia from his perverted thoughts by directing his attention to the pond where mighty, muscular Annaheim Ducks were gathering.

With that, Miz Ava returned to the business of hexing BillyApparition and pricked her own finger so that she could sign her name in her powerful, sacred blood on the Billy Poppet doll. Luckily for BillyApparition, Miz Ava did not hear his smartass remark that she spelled "Ava" wrong. She then revealed that she had saved a patch of BillyApparition's torn pants and wrapped the fabric around the poppet. Billy became quite irate when he was reminded of what Miz Ava did to his "billion dollar pants" and informed her that he would be sending her the bill.

billyApparition: so Msava the stealer the thief
billyApparition: that is so irritating
billyApparition: if I get out of this I'm so stealing your panties
billyApparition: All of them!
Corruptrix: BilyApparition, did you just call Miz Ava a thief?
PromQueenSteph: oh no, BillyApparition has gone quite mad
billyApparition: like it matters Corruptrix I'm being killed here

Miz Ava ignored that heinous accusation and told him that the proper procedure for reimbursement on clothing items damaged during hexing rituals was to foward the bill to the Succubus. You just can't escape bureacracy these days, even in the land of the Witch. It was also very generous of Ace to offer to foot the bill for BillyApparition's pants, as he remarked that "One week of sales at the cookie factory should cover it." Like StephMarie pointed out, Ace appears to be a whole new, changed man since spending time in the Pit with Mother Crone the week prior. I have it on good authority that Mother Crone seemed to take a shine to Ace and even Ace himself admitted that he felt Mother Crone geniunely "gets him".

Soon the time to throw BillyApparition into The Pit was nearing. StephMarie graciously pulled the richly knit pit cover off and Fred promptly recognized the Pit Cover from the Frontgate catalog and commended Corruptrix on her good taste. Everyone was impressed with the beautiful embroidery across the top of the cover which spelled out the word "Revenge". I had sent the cover over to Muckamoo's Embroidery Emporium, and what a great job she did on it! At once StephMarie announced, "The Pit is open for business".

billyApparition: hey Msava I just came into a billion dollars will that get me out of this?

BillyApparition meekly tried to suggest we all just let The Pit idea slide and gather around for a Godfather movie marathon instead, but Miz Ava was not having any of that and pulled BillyApparition by the ear toward the dark, dreaded abyss. Ace pulled out his trusty fiddle and began to play a rendition of "Ava Maria". Everyone was getting into the spirit of the pending eradication of BillyApparition and at once the crowd began to chant "Pit, pit, pit!!". Well, everyone that is, except for pothead, who got a little confused and thought we were supposed to be chanting "Pot, pot, pot!".

Miz Ava quickly wound duct tape around BillyApparition so that his Poppet would be accompanying him in his downward spiral into The Pit. Stuart wistfully recalled his time in The Pit a few weeks back and got a bit misty...plus he wondered why he didn't get bound up when he paid his first visit to Mother Crone. I reminded Stuart that he did get a very nice spanking and branding though, and this seemed to placate him.

Asia and StephMarie suggested also using a nail gun and staples to ascertain that BillyApparition's Poppet would remain with him. The plan was that once I levitated BillyApparition down into the ground, the Pit would be set on fire and the legend of all-that-is-evil would be demolished once and for all.

MsAva: Do your magic Corruptrix!!!
Sonny_Boy: (poor billy) Airborne
Corruptrix: (floats him slowly over to Pit)
billyApparition: I can see that bald spot corruptrix
billyApparition: hahahahahahahaha
MsAva: Corr's powers have even been enhanced now that we've drained BillyApparition's evil
Corruptrix: Say hello to Mother, BillyApparition!
PromQueenSteph: may the lord have mercy on your soul
Corruptrix: (lowers BillyApparition slowly down into Pit)
MsAva: You'd think that BillyApparition would stop making wiseass remarks when he is THIS CLOSE to meeting Mother Crone
Corruptrix: (starts him spinning slowly)
MsAva: Spin ballernia Billy, spin!
Corruptrix: enjoy the Snickers bar, BillyApparition
MsAva: Ohh Corr...you say that sooooo manically!

But then, the activity around The Pit came to a pause as Miz Ava announced she had a collect call from Ms Veronica coming in live via satellite from her Succubus Retreat in the Catskills.

MsAva: Ahhhh...ladies and gentlemen...
MsAva: Hold up Corruptrix
MsAva: I have a collect call coming in from Ms Veronica (why is she so damn cheap sometimes???)
Corruptrix: (abruptly stops BillyApparition's spinning)

It should be noted that besides being a Succubus Elite, Ms Vernonica also presides as the Governess of Kink Chat and since she could not be present for the Weanie Roast, ummm, I mean, searing of BillyApparition, she would have to hear out the case and offer her vote before anything else occurred. Ultimately, as Governess, Ms Veronica has the final say in how victims are mishandled. For a few moments, a complete hush fell over the crowd, and worried glances were exchanged among the Innocents as well as Miz Ava, StephMarie, and I. Would Ms Veronica's verdict grant BillyApparition a pardon???

Sonny offered to litigate on BillyApparition's behalf, should he need a lawyer present. But democracy has no meaning in the Witches Domain. StephMarie wondered if we could just kill BillyApparition anyway and thought that this hold-up was merely delaying the inevitable.

PromQueenSteph: can we kill him now?
Corruptrix: steph... you have potential!
Corruptrix: please let us kill him Ms Veronica
billyApparition: oh this is nerve wracking!

BillyApparition waited with bated breath to learn his fate....

billyApparition: Oh! Oh! it's 12:04!!!!
billyApparition: darn it
billyApparition: oh well maybe next week

Finally, Ms Veronica's verdict was delivered:

"In light of the infractions BillyApparition has committed....I understand that discussion of pardoning him from his tormented fate has been raised...I've given this much consideration. I have found that BillyApparition deserves every bit of punishment the PIT affords him...SEND HIM TO THE PIT!!! NO PARDON FOR BILLYAPPARITION"

Corruptrix: (starts BillyApparition spinning again and rings the Mother Crone dinner bell)

The screams and cheers were deafening. However, as part of BillyApparition's sentencing, it was also declared that since he has become a sort of prophet as of late, he would not be burned. He would be dropped into The Pit, but he would also have the opportunity to dig through the underworld until he found his way back to the desert. Apparently there is some sort of Prophet Telethon this weekend in the desert and people are relying on BillyApparition being there. So BillyApparition did not meet his permanent demise after all. But he did learn that above all else, you never, ever, ever mess with the shoes of a Corruptrix.

billyApparition: this is about her shoes?
Corruptrix: my lovely shoes
MsAva: Yes Billy...it is about the shoes...
MsAva: ITS ALWAYS ABOUT THE SHOES

And with that, BillyApparition began his tortured dig back to the desert, and another Freaky Friday came to an end.

Be sure to tune in next Friday for more Freaky Fun!


Corruptrix

The Wastelands: Table of Contents (originally compiled by Billybear)

I thought this Table of Contents was a great idea by Billybear, so I figured I'd steal it. It's a great way to read through the whole series of Wastelands posts in the order that they were published. It's also a great way to expose you to my friends' blogs if you haven't already visited them.

The First Vision
Thou Shalt Go Forth

Buy In
Moses and Jeremiah Were Carebears? (lucky pet)
Yes, In the Cage Again (bankyboo)

The Early Days
Off We Go (billybear)
Well, here I am... in the desert... (jem)
A Vision? (lucky pet)
We Rock! (lucky pet)

False Visions
Night of Debauchery (billybear)
Visions of the Third Kind (lucky pet)
Day 2 in the desert (jem)
Fun in the Sun (bankyboo)

The Wrath
Out of the Frying Pan ... (billybear)
OK, I'm trying not to panic but... (jem)
Woe are We (bankyboo)

The Visions (in order of appearance)
Deserted in the Desert (lucky pet)
Vision of a Goddess (bankyboo)
Visions of Princess Grace (billybear)
Graced With A Vision... (jemmie)

Aftermath
Epilogue (billybear)
Home James (lucky pet)
The Way Out (bankyboo)
What just happened? (jem)


Thanks, Billybear! Great job!

little bitchass

What just happened?

First, I am following Princess, I fell off of a mountain but She rescued me, and now here I am sitting in this bush again. The sun has just come up. I'm sooooo confused, but at least the sandstorm has stopped, and for some strange reason, I seem to have new energy to get up and go on.

I struggle to my feet, having a hard time of getting myself loose from the bush, which seems to be full of thorns that I hadn't noticed when I first sought shelter in it.

I take a look around and scan the horizon in all directions, but I see no sign of Billyprophet, Lucky, or Bankysue, and the wind and sand has covered any tracks that were once there. I see what looks like a big pine tree way off in the distance, and decide that I probably don't have much time left, and if there's a chance that there could be water there, I'm taking that chance. So, armed with new hope, off I went in the direction of the tree.

I walked towards that damn tree for hours, and it never seemed to get any closer. Maybe it was just a mirage, my mind playing tricks on me. As the sun beat down, it began draining the hope out of me, along with whatever sweat my parched body had left in it.

The tree continued to keep it's distance from me, and it became harder and harder to move my feet. Finally I just couldn't do it any more and collapsed in the sand, thinking,

"Well, bitchass, I guess this is as good a place as any."

While I waited, I became aware that the sandstorm had returned. Sand was blowing everywhere, and the sound of the wind got deafening. "Wait a minute, jem... that doesn't sound like wind..." I have vague recollections of people and voices...

"Here's the other one! Not much left of her. Get her inside and get an IV going, stat!"

I feel myself being jostled around and lifted off the ground on something. As I'm being carried through the swirling sand, I see the source of the noise... a medivac chopper? No... it's a chopper alright, but it says State Conservation Dept. on the side. And the last thing I see as I'm placed inside is a logo of a big green pine tree on the side of the chopper.

Now I'm lying in a hospital bed, with IV tubes sticking into just about any exposed area of skin. I guess I was pretty fiesty, because they have me restrained with straps, which if you know me, you also know that I don't mind that one little bit. As I lie here regaining my strength, I'm reflecting on what just happened.

I've heard that my friends also got out safely, so that's a good thing. I wish them a speedy recovery. I'm worried that maybe Princess Grace won't know where I am when She gets back from Her vacation, so if somebody could please tell Her, I'd appreciate it, since I'm a little tied up at the moment.

Was Billyprophet ever really a prophet? Did he ever really receive a vision from Princess? Did She really tell him to take us into the desert? I don't know, but that doesn't matter now. We survived it and became as close as any friends could ever be. And the golden thread that ties us all together is Princess.

To Billybear, Lucky, and BankySue, we burned together in the crucible on this Dance With Death, and I'm sure we've gained something from the experience. I'd be scratching my head and wondering what it was that we gained, if only my hands weren't strapped down.

This doesn't mean that I am not gonna give BillyBear a TON of shit when I get out of here. I'm gonna need lots of money for skin and hair treatments, and my lawyers should already be in touch with his on this matter.

Well, the IV is is telling me it's nappie time now, and so, I will see everybody when I can. Feel free to visit me when I get out of Intensive Care.

Princess, while you were away, thoughts of You were always with me, and kept me going through all of this! Your bitchass wuvs Youuuuu!

little bitchass

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