Saturday Night Fever... Sunday Morning Coming Down...

I'd been a little down the past couple of weeks. It'd been wayyyy too long since my last phonecall with the Stroke Princess, and before I could get the next call arranged, something happened in RealWorld that had largely closed my window of opportunity to call. We had originally planned for a call next weekend, and Princess was going to decide what She wanted to do to me during the call. But fate intervened, and the calling window got flung wide open a week early, so I scrambled to get ahold of Princess to try and arrange the call. I couldn't reach Her on Friday night, and it was beginning to look bad for Saturday night as well. I really started to think that my opportunity was wasted when midnight came and went, and still no word from Ms Grace.

In my last IM of many to Her that day, I had told Her that I would be able to do the call at any time of the night, it didn't matter how late, and I left my home and cell numbers so She could wake me up if I fell asleep. I've never had a wake-up call from Princess before, but I understand that She enjoys catching you in that "I just woke up and I'm stupid" state. Eventually, I got a short IM from Princess letting me know that a call was running long, and wanting to know how long was I gonna be up.

Now, as needy for a call that I had been for the past week, I wasn't about to tell Her that I was going to bed and we'd have to reschedule for next weekend, so I told Her I'd be ready any time as long as it was TONIGHT! And so, I played around on the computer for another hour or two, and was about to go lay down for a nap, when I was startled by the ringing of the phone. Sure enough, Princess was on the line. Never a doubt!

We had a lot of catching up to do on things, and talked a lot about blogs, prezzies, Her vacation plans, and also the newest thing, Talkshoe, which I mentioned in my last Tease Time Report. Eventually we got around to the play part of the call. Now, if you think that Princess Grace ever forgets anything you tell Her, just get that idea out of your head right now. In the week before we settled on when I was gonna call Her, I had mentioned to Her that it had been so long since we had last played, that I kinda felt like I was slipping away from Her (which was a stupid thing to think, I know, but that's what happens when I don't call in awhile). Don't make this mistake or I guarantee that you will pay for it.

Since Princess had not had any time to plan where She wanted to go with me, She fell back on what She knew (ie: everything) about my kinks and interests, no matter how insignificant they might've seemed when I mentioned them to Her. And so, next thing I know, I'm being shown a really scary looking pair of locking ballet boots, and being told to order them. If you've never seen these boots before, they look like this:


When the subject of ballet boots had come up in the past, we had both talked about how sexy they looked, and how it looked almost impossible to stand up in them, let alone walk in them. Princess had joked that She should make me get a pair and wear them for all my calls. That way, if She sent me to the bedroom to get a toy, or to the kitchen for some ice, I might just have to crawl through the house to do it. That image made me roar with laughter. That is, until She told me to buy them NOW!

Super...

Then, Princess took what I had told Her about slipping away, and turned it squarely back against me. She started talking about the cage. yes, "the cage", the dreaded CB2000 from Hell... the same one that was my pink plastic prison for 78 days near the end of last year. Princess came right out and tried to get me to admit that I wanted to get back into it again. Now this may surprise you, and I thought it might surprise Princess too...

"Ummm.. no, Princess, I can't lie to You, I really don't want to wear it..."

To be honest, my answer had surprised me. But She wasn't surprised in the least! As a matter of fact, She fucking laughed at me!

"I'm not surprised, honey" ::giggles:: "Nobody who has been locked up for as long as you were wants to get back into the cage again."

"But thinking of that, you've been free for a long time, and since I don't want you slipping away from Me any more, I think you need to wear something physical that will keep giving you little reminders of your Mistress. The collar does that, so does the tattoo, but there's nothing quite like a cage to keep Me on your mind, night and day!" ::giggles::

And so, with that, She pounced...

She started another of Her awesome teases on me... She talked about bondage... restraining me... making me wear the ballet boots... stretched tight with a chain hanging from the ceiling... flicking me with Her new pink and black flogger... Building the intensity more and more, as only Princess Grace can do it, until finally...

"How much do you want to cum for Me, baby? Tell Me! Tell your Mistress how much you want to cum! Say it louder! Come on honey... scream it for Me! That's a good girl! Scream it louder! How bad do you want to cum for Me???"

I don't remember too much about how I was responding here, because I had been sunk into subspace since the very second She pounced. I think I got pretty loud, but you'll have to ask Her to find out. Let's just say that I told Her yes.. I would kinda like to cum...

"That's it, honey! Now cum for your Princess! CUM FOR ME!!!"

I would imagine that the feelings at this moment are prolly universal to all of us pets. Feelings become amplified. Tunnel vision sets in. This is it! The BIG RELEASE! Time stands still until the feelings start to recede like a wave heading back down the beach. Then it's over.

Once I had gotten my breath back, Princess started back in, telling me to go clean up, get the cage, bring it back to the phone with me, and put it on. I told Princess that I didn't have a lock that I could use, except for the serialized plastic locks. That ploy didn't work, because Princess informed me that the plastic locks would be fine for now. But it also meant that I was going to have to take a picture of the lock on the cage, and email that to Her. She said that She might want to verify the serial number with another picture in the next couple of days.

In the meantime I was told to order a new brass lock, and as another example of Princess never forgetting what you tell Her, I also have to order another devious little item. This comes from another thoughtless admission to Princess quite a while back, when I told Her that I could pull myself out of the back end of the cage. This was only to make washing myself easier, but Princess saw the possibility of illegal cummies while I was out. Now this was months ago, but She now has me ordering the "Points of Intrigue", and when both those and the new lock arrive, we'll cut off the plastic lock, install the Points of Intrigue, and install the new lock. Princess didn't say it, but I assume that my keys will be mailed to Her soon after that.

So after a little more conversation, the call was history and we said our goodnights. After some sleep, it really sunk in that I was actually locked back up again. For how long? Princess wouldn't tell me. ::sigh:: But before I close the post, I want to touch on something regarding chastity cages.....

I'm constantly reading forum posts or chatroom conversation where someone pleads with a Mistress to lock him or her into a chastity cage of some sort. I suspect that most of the people who ask for this have never been locked up for very long, or more likely have never had the pleasure at all. I can understand this though, because I was more or less the same way before I got locked up for almost 3 months. By the end of that lockdown I had to break and cry before She would let me out. All I want to say to those people is that wearing a chastity device for more than about a week at a time is not as easy as it sounds. Think hard before asking for it, because you'll find out that long-term lockup is not quite the fun fantasy that you think it is now. If you can put up with the hygiene issues, the discomfort, and the lack of erections or orgasms, then by all means go for it. But bottom line is, be careful what you wish for.

But the good part is, the harder the task, the more satisfying it is to do it, especially if you're doing it because it pleases Princess.

I don't think I've mentioned this yet, but I wuvs my Tormentrix, Princess Grace!

See you next time!

little bitchass

"Billy Announces TT BAD Cuz He Didn't Cum!"

Another Thursday, another Tease Time with the Stroke Princess. I don't have a huge report to write this week because the chat last night was just too hard for me to follow and still try and participate in the fun. There were just so many people there, and it seemed like everybody was trying to engage Princess Grace in totally different topics, and all at the same time. This made it bad for me because no topic ever sustained for more than one or two sentences, and I was busting my butt to try and scroll back to find a thread. The speed of the conversation made it almost impossible to scroll back and read anything before the text jumped ahead again, and so I eventually just gave up trying. I like doing these reports for Princess and also for Lucky's sake, but I also would like to participate in the chat a little more and not waste any chances to see and talk to Princess.

What I CAN tell you is that beginning next Thursday, Princess Grace will be on Talkshoe and doing Tease Time. Princess seems really excited about this, and I'm thrilled that a lot more people who've never heard Her before are gonna finally be getting a chance to hear how wonderful Her voice sounds live. I know you've heard Her MP3s before, but in my opinion, Her voice sounds even better than that when She's in normal everyday conversation. I'll let y'all know more about the details as they emerge from Camp Princess. I do know one little thing... Princess has a few probable guests lined up for Her upcumming shows, but I'm not tellin' you who they are yet! Ask The Prophet if you can't wait for me to tell you. So.... neener neener neener!

As I understand it, the way this works is, you go to http://www.talkshoe.com/ and create an account. It's very easy. You put in your name (the one people know you by in chat works best) your password, and a pin number. The PIN should be the phone number from the phone you most likely might call into the show with. From there, at the time of the scheduled show, you go in and hit the button. You can either go in and listen to just streaming voice (or steaming voice in Princess' case), you can do both listen and chat in their chatroom, or you can call into the show and talk to Princess Grace and ask Her questions. You even have the option to "follow" a show, and it will "remind" you of the upcoming show! There are so many options here. It looks really easy. I think even I will be able to do it after a few months!

As the chat went on, Princess' colleague Ms Sarah came in, and they both started working poor victim over pretty hard. I'm sure that "pretty hard" can be taken literally here too. I'm almost certain that victim got in such a worked up state that he insisted on doing a 2-Mistress call with his two Tormentrixes or he was gonna blow sky-high. But before this happened, Princess entertained us with a hot description of how She teased one of Her RealWorld friends until he melted down into a puddle of boy goo. This started another informative discussion with Ms Sarah, comparing the different Tease Techniques that each Mistress likes to use to destroy men's minds.

There was a lot of other stuff that went on during the chat, but it was kinda scattered, like I said earlier, and so I'm not even gonna try to write about it. Don't get me wrong though, it doesn't mean I didn't have fun, because I always do!

I almost got to tell you about one thing though. I was soooo getting ready to work out on one of the more irritating chatroom assheads, but decided that going after him during Princess' chat was not the proper place to do it. Maybe some other time...

And so, that brings us full circle, and back to Billybear's unfortunate comment from an IM with me today, which I sneakily stole for the title of this post. As you all know, I never let an opportunity to get BillyBear in trouble with the Stroke Princess pass by without making sure She sees it. Get 'im, Princess!

Well, I guess that's it for today. I'll give y'all a break and keep this short. Even though the post might be smaller than usual, I wuvs the Mindfuckingest Mistress ever, Princess Grace, more and more each day!

Until last week, I am now, and shall forever beeeeeeee.....

littlebitchass

Have To Tell You... I Don't Know What I Did To Deserve This...

Just a quickie post for you today. I was lucky enough to catch the Stroke Princess Ms Grace in a few IMs over the last couple of days. In the first, Princess surprised me by telling me that I 'd been so good that She had a little reward for me. The reward was that She was giving me a little homework, which turned out to be simply that I was supposed to cum 4 times by the time She saw me online the next evening. Well, I was floored by that, but I of course followed Her instructions and completed the task, beating Her deadline by hours!

But there's more! Princess IMed me to check on my progress last night, and after I reported that I'd finished Her homework, She surprised me with something else. She was being a little mysterious, and She refused to tell me any reason why, but I was told that I should be prepared to cum once a night for at least the next couple of weeks. I have no idea what this new game is, but I'm not arguing with Her about it! All I know is that I GET TO CUM! Maybe I'll find out later whats going on.

Anyway, thats all for today. Thank You, thank You, thank You Stroke Princess! Your bitchass wuvs You whether she can cum or not!

little bitchass

Back To The Tease Time, Part II...

Last night was Thursday night, and of course you all know what Thursday night means. Yes... it's Tease Time with the Stroke Princess night! Last night was no different, according to Lucky, who ventured into the murky future and claimed to have read this post there.

Now, I don't have any recollection of ever writing this post before, so I'll go into the future and look and let you know what I find.

::pause for time travel::

OK, I'm back here in the past now. Lucky was right. This post is posted there, but it beats the hell outta me when I wrote it. But since it's there, I'll show it to you. There are some inaccuracies that I'll have to correct, since there actually was no Tease Time Chat last night, but you'll get the gist of what actually didn't happen. I'll post my corrections in a different font or something, so you'll be able to tell that they were added in the past, after the future happened. So here goes...

Princess never came into the room right at the stroke of 10. She would've told everyone about Her day, and all the hot guys She teased, all the sissies She made envious, and all the prezzies She got for Valentine's Day. It's a wonder She could fit everything into Her schedule and still not make it to Tease Time!

First of all, there were not 3 new MP3s! How cool is that? I'm just too excited to tell you about those, so go to Princess' blog, and give them a listen sometime after She puts them up!

Pantysue was not in attendance, and never told her tale of woe about her continuing permanent chastity at the lovely hands of Princess Grace. Pantysue has not been locked up tight for at least 97 days now, and I don't know how she's not able to handle it. (Actually, nobody is able to handle it as long as it's locked in Princess' cage.)

BillyBear never came in, his ass wasn't red and raw from his severe beating by Miss Tara for what he actually said in his blog about Her. He would've proceeded to whine and complain about Miss Tara's horrible treatment of his baboon butt. Needless to say, he also would've had to stand up for the whole chat.

Lucky also never came in, mostly to not talk about his new company, which produces secret videos of all his friends in compromising positions. He is most famous for his OG video, but he has a new one now, that shows BillyBear during one of his many therapy sessions.

Ace was next to not come into Tease Time, after being on the road for the last 8 months. He never gave us all lot of yummy secret facts about the workings of the new factory. I hope the new owner doesn't find out that he would've told us all that confidential information.

The Prophet was not even there, and he never gave us all such astounding predictions about the future that I'm afraid to tell you what they weren't. You'll have to ask him what they weren't if you weren't at the nonexistent Tease Time last night to not hear them when he never rattled them off. Wait til you don't hear the latest one he would've made about Princess! OMG!

Saving the best for last, Princess not only was not in the chatroom, but She was also not on Her Webcam so we all couldn't see Her, and did She ever not put on an unbelievable show! You wouldn't believe how quickly She would've worked Herself up to a fever pitch, and never held Herself there on the edge for ages, while She didn't let the rest of us stroke and rub until we would've caught up to Her. Then, with just a single touch, and in the most awesome orgasm ever, Princess fucking never erupted into an avalanche of shrieks, followed by a continuous chorus of hiccuping the likes of which have never been heard in civilized society before! And still haven't, for that matter!

When She was finally not able to speak in comprehensible phrases, She didn't do the unthinkable! SHE didn't LET US ALL CUM! All of us that is, except for poor locked-up Pantysue, who was only able to not sit in the corner and not even cry, never snapping away like so many soggy breadsticks.

And so that was not how Tease Time would've ended this week. I wonder if Princess will be able to top this one when She comes in next week?

I really do wuvs my Stroke Princess! :)

little bitchass

Happy Valentine's Day!


To Princess Grace, and to all my friends, Mistresses and ordinary mortals alike, I hope everyone has a wonderful Valentine's Day today with the Valentine of your choice, and that everyone is wearing their special red panties today. Yes, even You get to wear panties today, Princess!

little bitchass

Hey Everybody! The Results Are In! Take A Look At These Babies!

Here's the results from the LDW Mistress Of The Year voting!


Sexiest Mistress:
1st Place: Princess Grace
2nd Place: Ms Amanda
Tie for 3rd: Cece/Cass/Hannah/Ryan

Friendliest Mistress:
1st Place: Princess Grace
2nd Place: Princess Lilah
3rd Place: Ms Julia

Most Helpful Mistress:
1st Place: Princess Grace
2nd Place: Ms Ally
3rd Place: Ms Hannah

Wickedest Mistress:
1st Place: Ms Elizabeth
2nd Place: Ms Amanda
3rd Place: Ms Brooke

Most Likely to be Found in Chat:
1st Place: Ms Dallas
2nd Place: Ms Tara
3rd Place: Ms Heather

Congratulations to all of the winners, and especially to my own wonderful Mistress, the Stroke Princess, Princess Grace!

little bitchass

Tease Time... Or... Help Me! I Need A Text Logger!

Before I start my Tease Time report for the first Chat in February, can any of you help me out? I need an easy way to log a transcript of everything that went on in the chat so I can refer to it later when I'm writing up this report. The chat moves so fast these days that when I look down to type something, I've missed three or four yummy little tidbits that I could be writing about. Anybody know of any software solutions that might help? I've tried copying and pasting, but things are just moving way too fast for me to catch everything. Any suggestions would be appreciated, and I think it would make these reports about a thousand percent better. Not to mention making it a lot easier on what feeble bits of mind that I have left.

The Stroke Princess arrived, and it really is cool to see the instant outpouring of affection towards Her by the people in the chatroom. But hey... She deserves every bit of it! This week I think I made Her a little dizzy with my twirl, since I was making up for Her missing it last week. Once She was able to stand without falling down, She was able to greet everybody. Sorry about that, Princess... next week I won't twirl You like You're on a throwup ride at an amusement park.

Princess was still recovering from the bug that has been bothering Her for weeks now, but She seems to be doing much better now. Even so, at one point in the chat, The Kissing Bandit came in because he was concerned for Her health, and proceeded to give Her a very thorough upper respiratory inspection with his Board Certified tongue. Evidently, everything looked OK, (now there's an understatement) because he didn't grab Her and take Her away to his secret quarantine area.

Ms Grace must've gotten really heated up by Her medical examination, because next thing we knew, She was steaming things up with one of the other Mistresses in attendance, Ms Ryan. The two Mistresses started to drive everybody crazy with their lustful dialog. I think Princess is a Leg Girl, because She seemed to get especially wet when She started concentrating Her attention on Ms Ryan's long, lush, and lovely legs. It was getting so hot in the room, we all thought that the two Mistresses were gonna break out into a wanton orgy at any second. Princess had to cool everybody down a couple of times when She would break off Her kissing of Ms Ryan's inner thighs long enough to tell everybody "no cummies!"

Next, the conversation got around to bowling, and Princess stated Her preference for balls. She doesn't like small balls.. She likes the feel of the big and heavy ones, and pink is Her favorite color for them. She explained that heavy balls were no problem for Her because after all, She lived on a farm all the way up until Her parents sent Her away to Spoiled Princess School. I mentioned that since She's that strong, I knew which one of us was gonna get carried over the threshold after our wedding. Unfortunately Princess didn't miss Her chance, and told everybody that my ass was getting so fat, even She might have trouble carrying me very far.

This is where JB the Prophet became a little disoriented. I'm not sure they have bowling up in his neck of the woods, because when somebody mentioned the holes in a bowling ball, the Prophet seemed to get excited and confused the ball with a honeydew melon. It didn't help the Prophet that Ms Sarah was trying Her best to fluster and confuse him even more. Great job, Ms Sarah!

Speaking of melons, Princess Grace's prized pet, Lucky Pet, (if you can't figure out why he goes by the name Lucky Pet, you're hopeless and I'm not gonna bother trying to explain it to you), had his cherry broken by Mindy Melon recently. I won't go into all the steamy details, but if you're interested, you can go read about it in Lucky's blog. I'm not taking a chance on having the SPCM coming in and shutting down my blog because of some perverted fruitsex. I was kinda curious though, and it sounded to me like Lucky prolly had a peehole packed full of melon seeds after working Mindy out for awhile, and how would you be able to cum with a cock crammed full of seeds? Princess reassured me that Mindy was carefully chosen because she was of the seedless variety.

Oh! And here's your Tip Of The Day. "Make sure that the melon you choose to have relations with hasn't been chilled!" Frigid melons do not make good bed partners!

Billybear seems to have managed to transform himself into AngstriddenTeenGothWolverPillow this week. He's been slamming his bedroom door and bitching and whining about being persecuted, and pretty much everything else you can think of. He thinks he's really cool now that he wears black fishnets and lipstick, and has his claws painted black. I wish Princess would just slap him upside the head to help him get over his angst, but I think She likes him this way. She so loves taking care of Her "unusual" ones. He'd better not get black nailpolish on Her marshmallows though...

Pantysue was in attendance as well. Her permanent incarceration in Princess' cage should really be interesting and fun for her! I'd report on her progress, but I decided it would be better to keep my big mouth shut after Princess threatened to let me join her. If anybody else (Lucky? Billy? Ace? Anybody???) want to go ahead and follow up on this, feel free!

Speaking of Ace, the All Points Bulletin is still in effect for him. If anyone happens to see him anywhere, please point him in this direction. Zorak needs his cookies and is getting a bit testy. You wouldn't like him testy...

Well, that's all I've got in my notes. I'm sorry if I leave any friends out, and I'm sure I prolly have, but it doesn't mean that I wasn't happy to see you in the chatroom. I honestly don't mean to slight anyone. I'm hoping to be able to mention more people if I can get the text logging software located.

To my Mistress, the Stroke Princess, You did another masterful job of hosting the chat, as You always do. It makes me so proud to see how much everyone adores You in the chatroom. And thank You again for defending me during the chat. That really meant the world to me, because it proved to everyone how You really do wuv Your pets.

See you all next time! Wuv You, Princess!

little bitchass

Just Wanted To Share A Little Anniversary With You...

Today, I was thinking about some of the games the Stroke Princess and I have been playing in the past 6 months. Even though some things were uncomfortable and inconvenient (locked in the CB2000 for long periods of time), and some were a little scary (pushing the envelope a bit with my appearance in public), all were in the long run a lot of fun, and I hope Princess Grace got as much enjoyment out of assigning them as I felt while doing them for Her.

I know some of you are probably tired of hearing all about the things we do, so I won't ramble on about them like I normally do. If there are any new readers here, you can read back through this blog and catch up if you are interested. Of course there are always a few others who don't like either Princess or me, and don't hesitate to share their views on the things that we do together. For those people, all I can say is that I'm having fun, and if that bothers you, don't read. It's as simple as that. Princess and I have lots of friends who'll make up for your absence.

Now back to the topic I originally wanted to share. I realized just this morning that I had passed another little anniversary in my relationship with Princess. The chain collar that She gave me in early November, and told me was permanent, has been locked around my neck for 3 months now, without ever being off even once. When I first clicked the lock closed, I had lots of thoughts running through my mind, like "Can I really leave this on that long without taking it off?" or "What are people gonna think?"

Well, those questions got answered over the last 3 months. I've kinda come to view the collar as a physical part of me now, and when I see it in the mirror or feel it while I'm in the shower, it doesn't feel any different than a ring on the finger would. It doesn't feel at all like the cage does when I wear it for a long time. With the cage, I'm OK for awhile, but before long, I can't wait for Princess to send me the key so I can take it off. Don't get me wrong, I still get a lot of satisfaction from being caged for Princess, it's just that the cage feels a lot different than the collar does. There is one thing about wearing the cage and collar that feels the same though. Knowing that the keys to unlock them are safely with Princess, and over 1500 miles away gives me nice, fuzzy feelings inside...

The nicest part of all about wearing Princess' collar 24/7 is what it represents. She chose me to be Hers! Also, I can be right in the middle of doing something completely unrelated, and when I see, feel or otherwise become aware of the collar, thoughts of Ms Grace run through my mind. Honestly, I can't see any negative side at all to having thoughts of Princess in my mind. It's really a very warm feeling to be collared by the Stroke Princess, I can assure you.

Princess, after 3 months I still don't have even the slightest desire to take off Your collar, and will not unless You tell me to. I hope it'll stay locked around my neck for as long as I'm Yours, and I hope that isn't gonna change anytime soon.

Well that's all for today... and BTW, Tease Time will be tomorrow night in the Community Kink chatroom at 10 EST, so I expect to see all of you there for it!

I do wuvs my Mistress!

little bitchass

Is It Still Thursday? I Didn't Think So...

OK, so it's Saturday... I know... but if it WAS still Thursday, I'd say,

Tonight, the Stroke Princess "graced" us with Her presence in the Community Kink Chatroom for Her weekely hosted chat, Tease Time. Princess has been slowly recovering from some kind of bug, but if She was still feeling any ill effects, She sure didn't show it. Princess would have to be on Her deathbed to miss or even give less than 100% of Herself to these chats.

Everyone was happy to see Ms Grace when She came in, and there was even a contingent of other LDW Mistresses there, anxious to participate with Her in Her chat. Even Ms Ally was there, although She was kinda quiet, prolly because She had Her hands full with the everyday running of the LDW Empire. It used to be that Tease Time was pretty much a solo effort on Princess' part, but now, each week there seems to be more and more other Mistresses coming in to watch. Just goes to show you how well thought of Princess is in these parts!

After everyone finished exchanging greetings, except for me that is, since Princess missed my twirl ::roll::, we all launched into a freewheeling chat. To be honest, because there were so many different conversations going on all at once, the chat was very hard for me to follow, and I really can't recall everything that got talked about. We talked a little about how Princess had been knocked for a loop by that mean ol' flu bug, and everyone was ecstatic that She has recovered and is back to work taking calls and doing Tease Time for us.

There were some pantysniffers in the crowd tonight, believe it or not... and the topic rolled around to that sometimes pungent pasttime for awhile, with everyone getting their licks in. With the other Mistresses in attendance along with all of us pervs, it made for a nice balance of sniffers and sniffees in the room. We had to keep holding back WolverBilly, because he kept trying to sniff Princess' panties, and his razor sharp claws could've spelled disaster for Ms Grace's intimate parts. He was forgetting one important thing about Ms Grace though, because it's well known that She only wears panties for the most special of occasions. She prolly won't even wear them at our upcoming wedding.

Speaking of which, I also found out from Princess during Tease Time, that the new prophet I told you about in the previous post had made yet another bold prognostication to Her. He predicted that he, Pantysue, and myself, would be making a road trip up to see Princess Grace on the prophet's birthday. (I think it was on the prophet's birthday... maybe it was Princess' birthday, but you get the picture...) Only problem was, he seemed to get a little squeamish thinking about all the nonstop girltalk that would be going on in the car, and so he decided that he'd be better off flying, and we could drive and meet him at Princess Castle. I'm thinking that the real reason is that Pantysue's perfume might be a little too strong for him.

Steph Marie came in, looking to see if her crew of nanites was making any headway on turning WolverBilly's fur a bright shade of fushia. The lighting in the room wasn't the best, but a few of us were pretty sure that some patches of his fur were looking a tiny bit pinkish. We'll just have to wait and see how this develops.

Princess made 3 new MP3s and brought them with Her tonight. Those Jello Shots will get rid of a scratchy throat every time! It was too bad I was having trouble with the computer and only was able to listen to the first one all the way through. I went into the future and straightened the problem out on Saturday, and listened to the other two before coming back here to Thursday to resume this report. (Geesh... how do I get myself into these situations?)

The first MP3 was called "Cucks Slut Wife", and was about a hubby who is a little upset at his wife because of some interesting text messages he found on her phone. I'm sure from reading the title, you have an idea what the messages were about. mmmmmmmm....

The next MP3 was called "The Test", and was about a guy who is tested by his girlfriend's sister. This one made me soooo squirmy thinking of Princess in a sexy skirt and pantyhose... OMG this one was hot!

And last but certainly not least, the third MP3 was called "Taking Away More". This one, which was this writer's favorite (maybe for painfully obvious reasons), was about a guy who gave his girlfriend complete control over everything he did, and it turned out to be a "be careful what you wish for" scene. After this, I'd NEVER in a million years give anybody total control!

As the chat wound down towards it's conclusion, a troublemaker by the name of Black_Flagg came into the room. He'd heard somewhere that my distant cousin Zorak from the insect side of my family was in town, looking to possibly relocate here from Egglanta. Zorak's pretty famous around the entertainment world because he used to have a job as The Bandleader on Space Ghost's talk show, "Space Ghost Coast To Coast". He's pretty much of a wiseguy for a bug, and he's usually pretty disagreeable to be around. We ARE sorta family though, so I left the room to go make a phonecall, and within a few minutes, Cousin Zorak barged in, wanting a piece of that Flagg guy. It was about to get ugly, but Flaggy developed a leak in his shower and had to run and take care of that, so as it turned out there would be no bloodshed tonight at Tease Time. This is a good thing, because Princess gets a funny gleam in Her eye whenever She sees blood on somebody.

Oh, speaking of Cousin Zorak, while I was writing this, I found a picture in our family album of him sitting on the set of the Space Ghost show with his little nephew Raymond and I dug it out to show you. Take a look and see if you can spot the family resemblance...


And so, that's the Tease Time Report for this week. Tune in again next week so I can write more about how much I wuvs my way cool Mistress, the Mindfucktress Extraordinaire, the Stroke Princess, Ms Grace!

See you all next time! Now it's time for my medication.

little bitchass

Well Everybody...I'm Excited! You Can Congratulate Me Now!

I wasn't gonna tell all of you this right now. I was thinking I'd wait until the date got a little closer before I spilled the beans. But I just can't keep from sharing this wonderful bit of news with all of you!

It all started on Thursday night at Princess Grace's Tease Time. We had a prophet in attendance, and it wasn't BillyProphet, who you might remember led a few of us on that almost fatal trek into the desert. No friends, this prophet was for REAL!!!

He made a couple of astounding predictions for the future, and I for one believed every one of them. Some of that may be because I'm insane, but he was so darn convincing! Here's the deal!

The prophecy says that within the next 2 years, I am gonna have dinner with, and get this, MARRY Princess Grace, the Mindfucktress Stroke Princess Herself! I don't know what kind of a vision he saw to come up with that one, but I'm not taking any chances, and I've started making preparations already.

I'm thinking that we'll both be wearing wedding gowns, Princess will have to decide on the colors... I'll leave that part up to Her. I also think it will be really cool if we both wear a hot pair of ballet boots for our trip down the aisle. The corsets will be optional, that's up to Princess.

I was hoping the wedding ceremony could be held at Princess' Castle, where we could honeymoon right in Her Dungeon, but realized that Her state still has some stupid, outdated idea about two girls marrying each other, and so we'll have to move the ceremony over to another state where the lawmakers aren't such stick-in-the-muds.

I figure that whatever gown I wear, it'll be cut very low in the back so I can show off the wedding tattoo that will be covering my whole back. A huge picture of Princess Grace in a Domme outfit with our marriage vows underneath it will be really cool looking, don't ya think? And how about this? Instead of me wearing a wedding band on my finger, She can pierce me and put a ring through my septum right during the ceremony! OMG!!! How awesome is THAT gonna be!!

I'm sure that I'll also take on Her name at the ceremony. Little Bitchass Grace... I like the way that sounds, don't you? Oh, this is SOOO exciting!

I know that some of you are gonna be pretty jealous about this, but I can't help that. This is fate after all, and you don't mess with fate. I just know that I'm as excited as all getout, and giddy as a schoolgirl!

OK, that's all I have so far, but I'll keep you all informed as the wedding date approaches!

Aren't you all happy for me? I soooo wuvs my Stroke Princess!

Oh, and that reminds me, I think maybe I should tell Princess about all this...

little bitchass

OK OK.... I KNOW It's Been A Long Time!

As most of you know who read this blog regularly, I have not posted a new entry in it since Christmas Eve, and yes, I've been hearing about it! Bitchass just needed some time off. That doesn't mean I haven't missed being involved.

It's been a nice little break from the pressures of writing all these literary masterpieces, and now I think it's time to go back to work. Only problem is, now that I'm ready to get back into the swing of things, coming up with ideas for what to write hasn't been so easy. I wonder if this happens in other areas besides blogging? I'm just glad things still worked for me after being let out of the CB2000 by the Stroke Princess after 78 days of non-use.

So, for about a week now, I've been trying to find the perfect blockbuster topic to make a comeback with. I had a really good topic pop up late last week, and it would've made an excellent post, just from the sheer stupidity of it, but I decided not to pull the stake out of the vampire's heart. Keep looking, bitchass...

Maybe a little bit about what's been happening around here will be a good start... I'll just write and see what happens, I guess...

I've had a lot of people, Mistresses and chatroom friends, encouraging me to get the blog rolling again. It's been getting so bad, that a few have even been resorting to heckling me during Tease Time about it. I'm sure there are lots who wish I would stop posting permanently, but I feel kinda like I'm letting my friends down by not writing. I started the blog for Princess Grace in the first place, and right now I feel like I'm disappointing Her. I know how much She used to love printing out my posts, and taking them into the bathroom with Her to read. It even saved Her from buying toilet paper on more than one occasion I'm sure.

I also miss writing the interwoven stories with all of my usual friends in here. The stories that we've worked on together are still a lot of fun to read, and the comments are usually hilarious! I've been talking to Girl Friday and Corruptrix, and they assure me that they're ready to go back to work too. Friday's been working on her tan and enjoying the quiet time while TracerBulletBilly is in jail on that reckless endangerment charge. She's especially happy because it gives her knees some extra time to heal up.

Corruptrix has been working on her paleness and laying low since her unfortunate courtroom testimony, where she almost got herself in deep shit by making what looked like a confession of murder in front of the judge. Luckily, the judge was an idiot and Corruptrix was able to float home without any charges being made. It was a close call though...

And what about Princess Grace you ask? Both She and Her legal mouthpiece Miss Tara were found innocent on all charges related to the non-murder of BillyBear, and have been seen drinking Bloody Mary's and dancing well into the early morning hours at Pantysue's new strip club. Evidently, they've kissed and made up a few times after their widely reported courtroom spat.

Miss Tara's radio show is still going strong, and I encourage all of you to stop into the chatroom while She's on the air. Don't bother coming though, if you don't like to laugh. And don't expect to be cumming during Her show either. The SpankMistress doesn't care a whole awful lot about boy cummies, and you will be waiting for a looooooonnnngggg time if You think you'll be dribbling on Her floors. You MAY get to hear Her sing though, If you've been good.

The latest incarnation of BillyBear has been seen waddling around LDW Land for the past week. He resembles a cross between Cartman and a large marshmallow with huge claws. It's a good idea to have a fire extiguisher handy if you're gonna be anywhere in his vicinity though. We've had to replace burned curtains in the Kink Chatroom twice already. Princess Grace has figured out a way to harness his power and use him at Her parties to roast marshmallows for Her.

Lucky and BillyMarshmallow have started a blog war over OG, who I thought I had an ironclad slave contract with, but now Lucky conveniently can't find the papers we signed, and so ownership passes back to Lucky. BM disputes this but I think he's gonna lose. They don't call Lucky Lucky for nothing.

Pantysue is starting on her quest to become the longest continuously locked-down pet in Princess Grace's history. Pantysue, I think the time will go by fast, once you get that first year under your belt. You'll be FINE! Don't worry about a thing!

Ace has signed over the cookie factory to a new owner, who is turning it into some kind of Kink emporium. I put in an application there to try and get a job as a Bondage Device Tester, but I think they don't want me because they know I might not put forth my best effort into trying to get out. I haven't heard back yet, so I'm thinking I'm not a candidate for it. I'm hoping Princess Grace will open a factory too, and will need somebody to test Her devices out for Her.

And last but certainly not least, the StrokePrincess is still holding Her Tease Time chats every Thursday night at 10 Eastern in the Community Kink Chatroom, just like She has every week for about the last year and a half. This is one of the most popular and well attended hosted chats at LDW, and has been since its start. Tease Time is always a blast, and it's a great way for some who don't know Princess Grace to get to know Her a little bit better. Whether She gives us new MP3s to drool over or teases us to distraction, She never fails to leave us wanting and needing Her desperately by the time Tease Time is over.

Regarding Tease Time, while I've been taking my break, I've been depriving Lucky of my Tease Time Review, and so beginning next week I'll be starting those up again.

That's pretty much what's been happening. The post wasn't a "Wastelands" like I was planning it to be, but it feels good to get the first one under my belt. I'm sorry I couldn't mention all of my friends in here by name, but you know who you are, and I'm glad to have you all with me.

I can't wait to start reading the comments from you again, but let's keep them nice. I just toss the nasty ones these days anyway...

Princess, it's good to be back, and I'm proud as ever to tell anybody who'll listen that I'm Yours!

Your bitchass wuvs Ya!

l.b.a.

It's Christmas Eve!... And Here's An Update...

Where to start, where to start?

Let's see, I won't spend much time on this one, except to let you all know that the tattoo is doing fine, healed up beautifully, and the best part is, I love looking down every day and seeing a gorgeous piece of artwork with Princess' name on it!

Now for the BIG NEWS! Congratulations to the Stroke Princess! In case you haven't heard, Ms Grace won the latest Phone Challenge put out by Ms Ally, and from what I heard, Ms Ally ran neck and neck with Her all the way to the end of the contest! Congrats to both for an awesome display of endurance, as well as to all the other Mistresses who participated.

Now, we come to Friday night, and my contribution to the Phone Challenge. I had the honor of being able to get through all of the needy wanty boys and get ahold of Princess for a much needed (by me) phone call! All of my calls to Princess Grace are much needed these days, and this one was no different, even though I was not desperate to cum like in most of my other calls. You see, a couple of weeks ago, while chatting with Princess in IM, She informed me that since I had been a good pet and had gotten my tattoo, I would be allowed to cum once a day, all the way up until Christmas. After being denied so much with Princess, this was a total surprise for me! At first, there were no probems, but after a couple of days, I'm finding that after I cum, a few hours later, I start having naughty thoughts about wanting to do it again. I'm fighting those naughty thoughts though. It's not easy, but so far so good.

As for the call, we started out with our usual chit-chat, mostly about how well we are doing in our holiday preparations (sadly, my preparations suck... lol), and also about the Phone Challenge. We also have been known to spend some time with girltalk and some juicy tidbits of gossip, and this night was no different.

Soon, it was time for Princess to shift gears, and when She does, there is no mistaking when it happens. I'll give you all a break, and won't tell you all of what we talked about, but more will be coming on that later, because She has some kind of plan in store for me for the New Year. But I will tell you about a slightly different fantasy from our usual ones that She took me on. This was inspired by a picture I sent to Princess that looked like a yummy way to bind someone. I had no idea if it would work as a fantasy on a call with Her, but I should know better by now than to ever doubt Her ability in the least.

It started with Her dressing me in panties, pantyhose, and very high platform heels, and then a corset over that. She wrapped some bondage tape over the shoes to hold them on my feet, but then brought out plaster cast material, and starting with one foot, wrapped the gooey stuff around my instep and heel, and eventually my whole foot. Then She wrapped the cast up my leg all the way up to my hip. All the while, She's telling me how when this hardens, I am gonna be so stuck, and will be such a pretty statue for Her.

She thought for a few minutes about what kind of a pose She wanted for Her statue, and then brought out a stool and propped my free foot up on it, making a pretty pose with my leg raised, and began wrapping the cast material around my shoe and up all the way to my hip.

Not wanting to ruin my corset, She removed it and wrapped my waist very tightly with the bondage tape, and then, starting at my hips, began casting again, working Her way up and over my waist and then up to my boobs.

She pulled my arms around behind me and working like She was putting an armbinder sleeve on me, she tightly wrapped both arms together with bondage tape. Then She wrapped them with the casting plaster and contined wrapping my chest and shoulders, only leaving openings over my boobs so that She could have easy access to them. She continued casting me all the way up until She stopped just under my chin. While the plaster dried, She teased me relentlessly, Her hands touching me where I could not, stroking and then pulling away.... Telling me that She was thinking of putting one more thing in a cast, making a very effective and permanent cage out of the casting material.

Thankfully, She didn't do that, and the plaster soon stiffened and became hard as a rock. She pulled away the footstool after hooking the cast to a chain hanging from the ceiling, leaving me in a sexy pose with my leg up and my foot pointed down. Now there was no way out, and I was totally trapped and at Her mercy. She emphasized that She could do whatever She wanted to my clitty or nipples now, and I would not be able to stop Her. She might even bring in some of Her friends to play with me.

The whole time, She knew She had me stroking and rubbing, and if I wasn't really sure how well the fantasy would work before we started on it, as usual, Princess found a way to make it so real that I was dying to cum before too long. After teasing me and keeping me on the edge forever, She finally told me to cum for Her. You all know the rest, I'm sure. All I'm sayin' is that it was fantastic! It ALWAYS is!

Here's the pic that inspired the fantasy...

I have a couple of last things to report, and then everybody can get back to their RealWorld Christmas activities. This is mainly for Pantysue's benefit, since she loves manicures and pedicures. Also, if my old friend Pantybutt is reading, this is for you too! I have been getting gently pushed, and later not so gently by my GG friend (who wears her nails 2 inches long) to let my nail girl put some really long acrylics on me. Since I have the whole week between Christmas and New Year off, I figured why not give it a go and see if I could live with them for a week. And so, off I went to my nail salon.

I had not had any acrylics on for the past couple of months so I could let my real nails recover and breathe for awhile. Once the girl glued on the new tips, she asked me how long I wanted them. When I showed her, her eyes got kinda wide and she said, "oh..... that's too long!" I had to tell her that no, I wanted them long this time so I could see how I would be able to survive with them for a week. And so she gave in, even though she still cut them a bit shorter than what I originally asked. She seemed like she was putting a ton of acrylic over top of the tips, and eventually she got them filed to the shape she wanted.

Then she asked me what color I wanted. Now I had been thinking a nice pink color, but when I told her that, I had a second thought that since they were going to be painfully obvious to anybody within a half a mile, maybe a nice dark red would be just as good. I told her I'd like a dark pink or dark red, and asked her for her opinion.

"Dark red for Christmas!"

OK, so dark red it was. But before she puts the color on, I have to wash my hands and then pay her. The washing process and getting out my money felt a little strange, but the first sign of real trouble was when I tried to get my keys out of my little fanny pack so I wouldn't ruin the polish after she was done. I just could not pick up my keys for some reason! I looked at the nail girl and she had this little amused grin on her face, but eventually I got a grip on the keys and left them on the table.

She found a deep red polish for me and put that on before I could even catch my breath. A process that takes me about 10 minutes to do takes her about ten seconds a nail, and unlike me, she doesn't leave any streaks or get it all over the finger when she is done. I was waiting for the clear topcoat to go on, when she asked me if she could do something special for Christmas. She wanted to put a couple of little snowmen on my nails as a little present for me! I said sure, and she painted a couple of cute little snowmen on my ring fingers. Next came a coat of clear over everything and I was done and out the door.

That was the yummy "getting them put on" part. Next came the "just try and do anything in these things" part. I have a whole new respect for girls who wear their nails extra long, because it ain't easy! I found out it's almost impossible to button or unbutton a shirt or jeans, and tying a pair of tennis shoes took 20 minutes to do. The nails just get in the way of anything you are trying to do. You have to use either a knuckle or the pad of your finger to press any buttons on the microwave. The remote control for the TV is impossible to work. Picking things up or trying to get something in your pocket is an adventure, and I almost poked my eye out when I went to rub them a couple of times. Blowing your nose is dangerous too, and while I'm thinking of it, and not to get gross, but how in the hell do you wipe yourself after going to the potty without inserting an inch of nail into your butt??? I need some real answers from the real women out there. How in the hell do you manage???

But the real challenge is typing at the computer. You can't use your fingertips to type because effectively they aren't there anymore. All you have are these plastic butter knives sticking out the ends of your fingers, and you are expected to hit the keyboard keys dead center wiith the tip of those. Plastic against plastic is very slippery, and you skid off the keys and miss others entirely. It's VERY frustrating to try and type with any speed, because I have to go back over what I "typed" (and I use that term very loosely), and replace any missing and extra letters, and believe me, there are many missing and extra letters.

Princess enjoyed my plight so much that when we chatted in an IM, She gave me a homework assignment. On Christmas, just like on Thanksgiving, I am supposed to go eat dinner and then go to a movie of Her choosing. This time I have to wear the girls penny loafers, but instead of suntan pantyhose, I have to wear the black sparkly pantyhose She made me buy. If that wasn't enough, now I also have to go with these red talons on my fingers. I am so screwed, Princess... You got me good this time...

But even though they are a pain, they are pretty as hell, and I am already thinking it's gonna be very hard to cut them back when I have to go back to work.

Here's a pic I took of the nails. Check out the cute snowman!

Well, that's all for tonight. I hope everyone has a beautiful and happy Christmas Eve, followed by a wonderful Christmas day tomorrow. I won't be having visions of sugarplums dancing in my head tonight, but I'll have something much much better. I'll be seeing visions of my wonderful Mistress and Stroke Princess dancing in my head, and I'll take that over silly old sugarplums any day of the week!

Merry Christmas to the Mistresses and all of my friends at LDW! And an extra special Christmas hug and kiss to Ms Grace, who has given me the most wonderful Christmas prezzies I could ever ask for all through the past year. Thank You so much, Princess!

I do wuvs my Princess... have I mentioned that yet in this post?

little bitchass (holding up a sprig of mistletoe over my head)

OK, Here's The Pic I Promised...

I was gonna do a longer post tonight, but I'm just running out of time. But I guess if you read my last post, the pic kinda speaks for itself. Take a lookie!



I wuvs my Stroke Princess!

little bitchass

Just A Quick Update... I Got It!

I'll post more on this later, when I have more time, but yesterday I went out and got the tattoo that the Stroke Princess and I have been talking about for so long!

I had a great time getting it, and the woman who I chose to do it for me was not only an amazing artist, but was also a fun person to hang out with (no, not literally) for about 3 hours. It was totally worth the time I had to wait until she got back into town from her vacation!

I had a totally yummy time on the table, knowing that with each little sting of the needle, more ink was being placed under my skin and I knew that soon I'd have a permanent piece of beautiful artwork that would remind me of Ms Grace whenever I saw it.

Another good side to this was that later in the evening, I sent a quick preliminary picture of the tat to Princess Grace to show Her that I got it, and She seemed to think it was a pretty nice job too, so that made it even better for me. Also, since I had been told that I couldn't cum until I got it, the Stroke Princess gave me Her permission, and I had a wonderful time later in the evening, while looking down at the new tat.

I'll post a better picture of it in this blog as soon as the redness goes away. Probably over the weekend.

Thanks so much to all of my friends who were supportive of me through this process, and also, thanks to those who said nothing. To the ones who always seem to get their panties twisted so hard by what I do in my life, and feel the need to resort to hate mail, y'all can go fuck yourself, but have a nice day doing it.

See everybody in Tease Time tonight!

I wuvs my Princess Grace!

little bitchass

Have Ya Missed Me? Awwww... You're All So Sweet!

I'm sorry for the long wait between posts, and I know how y'all hang on my every word, but I've been way too busy with my RealWorld job do get any chance to write during the day. Add to that the fact that when I finally get home at night, I usually crash out or just don't feel like I've got the energy to write. And so, no posts.

I did want to at least thank all of you who have been sincerely concerned about my welfare and have been asking me how I'm doing. It's a real nice feeling to know that you have friends who really care about you.

I've also had some other very concerned people contacting me because of my decision to get a tiny little tattoo for the Stroke Princess, Princess Grace. Yes, I said MY decision to get one. I really do appreciate the fact that you also care about me enough to be concerned regarding this little body modification project.

I need to take the blame for making it sound in my blog like Princess is forcing me into doing this. I suppose I do that because I want the blog to be as exciting as possible for Her fans, and I also try to twist reality a little as a way of injecting humor. But maybe I went too far this time and fed you all the impression that Princess Grace might force me into doing this against my will. Because of that, I feel like I should clear up this little misconception right here and now.

I'm an adult now, and I make my own decisions. If Ms Grace had told me to do this and I didn't really want to, I'd have said "No thanks". And while I do like the "forced" fantasy a lot, getting inked for Her is not gonna be one of them. I have been wanting to do this for well over a year now, and yes, I mean getting one that refers to Princess Grace in some way or another.

So before everybody starts piling onto Ms Grace for this, let me set the record straight. SHE IS NOT FORCING ME! I ASKED HER! If anything, She has been trying to talk me out of it for over a year now, and I think She might've just finally got tired of my whining and eventually gave me Her blessing on it.

I realize that this is gonna be hard for some people to understand, but the body modification aspect has been a big part of my kink for a long time now. As a matter of fact, it's one of my main fetishes. It's why I got my ears and nipples pierced, and for those of you who don't know, it's also one of the reasons why I took female hormones. For those of you who are worried about me getting a girlfriend and having to explain a tattoo, I think it'll be much harder trying to explain my full set of breasts to her than any little tattoo I might have.

Princess also looked into the covering up of tattoos for me, since most people who get names, sooner or later DO cover them up. Even though I have no intention to do that, and the fact that the tattoo planned is going to be a piece of artwork that I would not want to cover up, I could cover up the name if I wanted. And its not that hard to do, since almost 99.9% of people who DO put names of their wives and girlfriends and boyfriends do sooner or later cover them up.

So that brings us up to where things stand in my plan for getting the tattoo done, since I'm also getting asked this a lot. The woman who I picked to do the tattoo is out of town until Monday, and so I'm gonna try and get in to see her sometime early in this coming week. All I can do is wait now. I'm a little bit worried about a certain reaction I might have when she starts working on me. Maybe I should ask Princess to put me into the cage until its over, to avoid any embarrassing moments.

I was planning on letting you all be surprised when I posted a picture of my little tattoo in my blog next week. But since I have so many people interested in what I'm doing, I'm gonna give in and show you all a picture of what I'm gonna have put on me.


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Here it is....... ta daaaaaaa!

Princess, jemjem wuvs You!

little bitchass

Well, Bitchass Is Fucked... Royally Mindfucked That Is...

I wanted to post a widdle sumpin' to anyone who has not already become addicted to the Stroke Princess... it's just a little taste of some things that She can and will do to you if She sets Her sights on you..

Starting with the night before Thanksgiving, Ms Grace has had me so totally mindfucked that I don't know which way is up. Since then, She's had me do homework for Her that totally turned my whole Thanksgiving outlook around and made it fun. She pushed every hotbutton I had, and even a few that I didn't even know about during Friday night's phone call, got even deeper into my head during a few IMs, and finally, easily "persuaded" me to agree to get a tattoo with Her name on it. I could get the tattoo anytime I wanted, but on one condition... I was not allowed to cum until I got the tattoo and showed it to Her. This was the web She laid in place, and my own mind did the rest.

I went to bed on Friday night, confident that I woud be cumming by the next night, but as it turns out, it still hasn't happened yet. Sooooo... it's Monday now and bitchass has still not cum. The main problem was that when I went to the website of the studio where I had already chosen an artist the last time Princess and I thought about this, I found that his portfolio was missing. A call to the studio confirmed that he was no longer with them and nobody seemed to know where he went. Yeah, I didn't believe that one either, but what could I do?

So I started looking around the internet for other local tattoo parlors, looking at artists portfolios, and found one that was fairly close to my home. I had a real good feeling about one particular artist's work there, and so I called them to find out if they could do the job. The good news was, the place was still there and the artist still worked there. The bad news was, that she was not gonna be back until Wednesday. Great... more days without cumming. This was just not working out like I thought it was gonna.

One good thing that came from the delay was that during another IM with Princess, She came up with an even cooler idea for the tattoo, and this one is gonna be awesome! So scrap the original plan... wait until you see this one! I promise that once I get it, I'll take a picture and either give it to Princess to post in Her blog or I'll post it here.

I've been looking at other sites, but still haven't found an artist whose work really gave me a good feeling about it, but I'll make some secondary choices, just in case my preferred artist can't or won't do it. Now let's get back to the mindfucking.

Besides the problem with getting the tattoo put on, and the little issue of being able to cum again, I've had 5 days of Ms Grace pushing my buttons, over and over and over again. From the time I wake up in the morning to the time I go to sleep at night, there hasn't been a single minute where I am not thinking about one of the little games She has in store for me (and She has a few up Her sleeve that are gonna be very interesting for me).

When I manage to stop thinking about one game, another one pops in and takes it's place. My needing and wanting has been through the roof the last few days. Add to that the fact that Princess Grace is never far from my thoughts to begin with, and you can see that She has entangled Herself so tightly into my head that nobody is gonna get Her to loosen Her grip and let go unless She decides to untangle Herself and leave on Her own. Not that I would ever want Her out, but you get the idea.

It's been an amazing 5 days so far, with no end in sight. My thoughts are always on Her and what She's been doing with me. I can't cum, and that has made me want and need Her even more. It's awesome to witness upclose, the power and control She wields over me, and how deeply She has addicted me. But such a sweet addiction it is.

So that's how the Stroke Princess has been mindfucking me. Sound like fun? Don't tell Her I said so, but it is!

I think I kinda wuvs my Mistress... hee hee hee

little bitchass

P.S. Oh Gawd... please let me get this tattoo soon... I'm dying here...

Oops I Did It Again...

I placed a call to my Stroke Princess tonight, and once again, bitchass opened her mouth and found herself in the deep end of the pool. It seems like all Princess Grace has to do is press a few of my hotbuttons, and before I know it, I'm down in subspace, and agreeing to do whatever She asks that scratches that Dominant itch in Her.

Princess doesn't plan out Her calls with me ahead of time. We just start talking and see where the conversation leads. Tonight we opened up like we always do, with getting each other caught up on what's been going on in each of our respective worlds. Somewhere at different points along the way, we'll jump onto a subject that Princess knows will get me excited. We'll explore that subject for awhile, long enough to get me squirming in my chair, and then we'll jump onto another topic that gets me excited all over again. After all the time we've been together, Princess knows so many of my fantasies it's not even funny. Well, OK, it IS funny, but sometimes more funny for Her than it is for me. I did kinda notice she was laughing at me a lot tonight, the evil Cockteasing Bitch laugh. You know the one.

Here's where I started to fuck up. I told Her that She was being such a Bitch, and She responded with,

"Oh, but honey... You like Me this way, remember? ::giggles::"

Here was where my foot first went into my mouth...

"Yes Princess, I love it when You're such a Bitch!"

Instantly, that statement went into Her memory banks and we continued on, talking about one after another of my fantasies, with Her pushing hotbutton after hotbutton along the way. She started to focus on my "permanence" fantasies.. or things that get done to me that are not easily undone. These include haircuts or other changes to my appearance, body piercings, and a few other "projects" that She's been mindfucking me with. With each button She pushed, I became more needy and wanty, and also more submissive. Pretty soon, I was feeling that almost unbearable ache and need creeping in. Princess kept pushing and pushing, and I found myself almost in a frenzy, needing desperately to submit to Her, and I told Her so. She knew She had me just where She wanted me. I never saw what hit me next.

"Honey, remember that tattoo that we talked about such a long time ago?"

Oh shit! We had talked about me getting a tattoo for Her way back before I was even Her pet, but circumstances kept me from getting it at the time, and had kinda been forgotten about. Or so I thought.

"You still want to get that little tattoo for Me, don't you?"

She knew damn good and well that I was sunk so deep that I'd do anything She told me to do...

"Yes Princess.. please! You know I do"

"Awwwwww.. such a good pet! But thinking of that, I want to make a few little changes to the design. That would be alright, wouldn't it?"

We both knew She already had me, sooooo....

"Yes Princess... make whatever changes You like, I'll get the tattoo for You!"

The original design we talked about was a relatively small set of handcuffs with red roses intertwined in and around them.

"OK...I'm thinking we will replace the handcuffs with some script. Let's see... ::giggles:: What about... 'Property of Princess', and we'll keep the intertwined roses. Oh.. and this will be larger than what we were gonna have done before... Oh! And how about adding a cute little butterfly to make it a little more girlie? Don't you think that would be so cute? ::giggles::"

I could tell here that Princess was really getting into this, and I think She was getting Herself almost as excited as She was getting me. She proceeded to describe how She wanted the script to look, and where the roses and the butterfly would be. She also described where on my body She wanted it placed. At this point, all I could think about was that I wanted to do anything She asked.

"Yes Princess, that does sound beautiful!"

"You realize this is forever and there's no going back once it's done? You're gonna have my name permanently tattooed on you. Will you still feel the same way about it 10 years down the road?"

She had me so wrapped around Her finger. I was in such a state that I just couldn't say no to her.

"Princess, 10 years is a long time down the road. Life's too short to worry about things like that. I'm not gonna worry about 10 years from now."

"OK... then tomorrow you will go to the salon and tell the artist what you want, and get him to give you an estimate. If it's reasonable, you'll tell him to draw it up, and you'll have it put on as soon as possible."

"Yesssss Princess! I'll do it! I'll do it!"

"You promise? ::giggles::"

"YESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS!!!"

"So how does that make you feel, honey? Are you a little excited?"

"OMG yes, Princess"

Now here's where Princess recalled from Her memory banks what I said earlier about liking it when She was a bitch. Her voice shifted into SuperBitch mode, and She hit me with this little beauty...

"Well you know, when we started the call, I was all ready to let you cum tonight. But now, I don't think so. I think I'll just wait to let you cum after you get the tattoo put on, how does that sound? This should make you get it put on as soon as you can. So if you want to cum tomorrow, you'd better be able to show me a new tattoo."

"Princess, but what if the place isn't open tomorrow or the tattoo artist can't get it drawn up and put on by tomorrow?"

"Awwww... poor baby! That would be too bad, wouldn't it My little bitchass? I guess if that happens, you won't be cumming tomorrow, will you?"

"Eeeeeeek! YOU BITCH!"

And with that, our time was up. Princess told me that I had homework to do tonight, and that was to write up a blogpost about our call. I knew right away why She was doing that. She knows that if all of you read about this ahead of time, it forces me to either get the tattoo or look like a chickenshit. The whole thing was very neatly done. Between not letting me cum and then making me blog this tonight, Princess had pretty much just inescapably trapped me into getting a tattoo with Her name on it.

"Princess, I guess my big mouth got me in trouble again, didn't it?"

"It always does, honey... ::giggles::"

I'm not trying to say that Princess was awful and made me agree to do something I didn't want to do. On the contrary, I've wanted this from Day 1 with Her. I know that this turns us both on, and if I really didn't want the tattoo, I could always say no, whether we have a written contract or not.

And with that, the call was over. We said our goodnights and the Stroke Princess left to torture another boy.

Princess, thanks so much for yet another great call! I sure hope I can get across to the tattoo artist exactly what You want tomorrow, and I hope You're gonna like it when You see it!

Your pet sure does wuv's You!

little bitchass

Happy Thanksgiving Everybody... And It Really Really Was!

I want to wish you all a Happy Thanksgiving today, and I hope everybody's day has been extra enjoyable. Mine almost wasn't, but after a little intervention last night by Someone very special, I think this Thanksgiving turned out to be the best I've had in years!

As you may have guessed from reading my previous blogpost, that I really wasn't looking forward to this holiday and had selfishly started feeling very down and very sorry for myself. I had pretty much decided to just withdraw from things, stay home, and just wait for it all to be over with.

That all changed last night, when I got a surprise IM from Princess Grace. I had IMed Her earlier in the day to see if we could pin down the day and time of our next call, and knowing that She has been really busy, I wouldn't have been surprised if I didn't get a reply from Her. But reply She did, and by the time we finished chatting, I had a whole new outlook, and I was really looking forward to today.

We talked about a lot of things. We talked about food (more on that later), hairstyles, piercings, tattoos, and other things She could make me do when I finally sign Her Contract. We also talked about what we each had been up to, and what each others plans for spending the holiday were. I found out that Princess was planning on spending the day with family. I hope She had a great time, because She said if She didn't, I'd be paying for it when we had our call.

She also told me that She had just been to the movies, and saw "Enchanted", which She described as a cute and ultra girlie movie.

"It was a sweet girlie movie. It was not just a girlie movie. Take girlie, wrap it in pink ribbon, flowers, fluff and anything else pink, thats how girlie it was lol"

And then as we chatted, Princess had a brainstorm... She decided that She had the perfect homework for me to do today. I was to get dressed, wear my new girls penny loafers with tan thigh highs, and go out to eat Thanksgiving Turkey Dinner at Denny's. She told me to be sure to get a nice big piece of apple pie with ice cream for dessert. The apple pie was eventually changed to cheesecake when we realized how much we both loved cheesecake, and now cheesecake is our official new Thanksgiving dessert. Then, after eating, I was to go to the movies, buy a ticket and watch "Enchanted", the ultra feminine girlie movie.

As you probably know, there is no way that I was gonna turn down one of Princess Grace's homework assignments. The Contract we talked about will be yummy, but I don't really need one to do what She tells me to do. I do it because I want to please Her, and I get satisfaction out of submitting to Her wishes.

I got to the Denny's a little before 3 in the afternoon, and when I went in, I seemed to disturb the waitress who was putting up Christmas lights over the window to the back room. When she saw me, she stood there looking at me like I had grown another head until I said I'd like a table please. She still stood there looking at me like she didn't understand what I just said, so I tried again. There was not another soul in the dining room, and when I asked her for a booth, she blinked a couple of times and cocked her head to one side like a dog that just heard a high pitched sound.

"Do you have a reservation?"

OMG, I SWEAR she really asked me that!

I figured I must've broken some kind of "Denny's Empty Dining Room Protocol", and so I quickly made up an excuse for wanting a booth instead of one of those cramped little half-tables.

"ummmm... no, but I have friends who are going to be dining with me."

(Liar liar pants on fire.... Right... Like it really mattered... there wasn't much competition for the booths at that point).

"Expecting a pretty big crowd today, huh?"

"Yeah... ::blink blink::"

::Twilight Zone music begins to play in my head::

So she took me over to a booth back in the corner, which was alright with me because I was pretty selfconscious about the expanse of tan stockings on my ankles that were peeking out between my jeans and my loafers. She left 4 menus on the table and got me some water and left me to figure out how to get myself out of my little fib so I could go ahead and order my dinner.

I gave her a few minutes and then when I caught her eye I called her back over and told her that my friends had called me and told me they weren't coming, and that I'd be dining alone.

::More blinks and a head cock...::

She took my order, and by some miracle, it must've been the end of her shift, and so she turned my order over to a waiter, and I had a fresh lease on life. This was a good thing, because the first waitress was beginning to creep me out, and I didn't want her around to spit on my food when it came out.

Just before the meal came out, the waiter came by and picked up the extra menus, leaving one on the table.

"I'll leave one in case your friend shows up"

That's when the scene shifted in my head, and things became kinda surreal and magical. I saw the extra menu as symbolizing Princess Grace actually being at the table with me. I know that may sound wierd, but my mood brightened and I had the most unusual feeling that She was right there with me. The meal came out and I chowed down, and was pretty surprised that it tasted a lot better than any I ever had there before. I think it was the feeling of Princess Grace's presence that made the difference in my mood. I truly did enjoy the meal, and went to work on my cherry cheesecake. It was so yummy that I asked the waiter to bring me another slice and another glass of milk. When I was finished, I felt like I was gonna bust, and had to do what you always read about in these Thanksgiving Dinner tales, which was to loosen my belt a notch.

I wanted to just sit there and relax, but I had more homework to do. I paid the check and left for the nearest movie theater.

In an amazing coincidence, I got to the ticket counter just at the scheduled starting time for "Enchanted", so I didn't have any wait at all. I bought my ticket, along with a big box of buttered popcorn, and went in and sat down. I was careful to do what Princess had recommended, which was to sit far away from any kids, whose mothers might think it was odd for anybody to come to that movie alone, and might call the law on me.

"maybe I should make you wear the cage, in case you have to get patted down... ::giggles::"

Well, She didn't make me wear the cage, and I sat down with my popcorn and the movie began.

Now, this movie might not be for everybody, but it turned out to be really cool and because the main character was a princess, I started seeing all kinds of parallels with Princess Grace and others in the LDW world. I found myself thinking of the main character as Princess Grace pretty much all through the movie. She was beautiful and a little silly, but had a huge heart and so much love inside her.

The movie depicted two worlds.. a fantasy world and the real world, and how people from both worlds interacted when thrown together. It was very enlightening to see how things must be in Princess Grace's life, what with all the singing and having little woodland creatures helping you to clean house and get dressed and stuff. The bill to replace draperies and tablecloths every time She decides to make a new outfit must be astronomical.

But the best part of the story was the message of finding your true love, and as much as I wanted to be in the shoes of Robert, I knew that my relationship with Princess can never be that, and I realized that the character I most identified with was the princess' chipmunk friend, Pip. Pip was her best friend from the fantasy world, her loyal confidant, and was fiercely protective of her, and tried his best to keep her safe all through the movie. Identifying with a chipmunk might sound creepy to you, but I was impressed by his loyalty to her, and tireless efforts to do the right thing for her. He took a lot of shit for her, but never once gave up.

I have to say that I really enjoyed this movie, maybe because I somehow needed to see it. It had a great ending, but I won't spoil it by telling you what it was. After it was over, I stepped out into the chilly air of the parking lot, took a deep breath, and laughed to myself when I suddenly realized that I was very happy and had just had one of the best Thanksgivings I'd had in a long, long time. I think Princess knew from the start that this would cheer me up, but I don't think even She realized how good I was gonna be feeling after it was over. Thank You so much for this homework, Princess!

In our chat, Princess hinted that I may be going to see other movies for Her in the future. If I feel as good as I did when I came out of the theater today, I can't wait!

I do sooo wuvs my Stroke Princess!

little bitchass

Wierd Thanksgiving Thoughts From A Turkey...

Another year is rapidly coming to a close, and as we get closer to the end of November, the first holiday to materialize out of the murk is Thanksgiving. I used to enjoy this particular holiday a lot! On Thanksgiving Day, I would try to get any work I might have to do out of the way, and then I'd sit down in front of the TV and watch either football, or any of the same old holiday movies that are always scheduled every year on that day. I really didn't care too much what I watched, the really nice thing was to be able to sit there and drink in all the wonderful aromas coming from the kitchen while Thanksgiving Dinner was being prepared.

It's not like I was being a jerk and wouldn't help with the cooking, it's just that I am totally inept when it comes to cooking skills, and so I was not allowed to hang out except for a trip to the refrigerator for an occasional drink. My job was to just stay the hell out of the kitchen and out of the way until after the dinner was over with, and then I would chip in and help with the cleanup activities and the dishwashing. See? Even then I was more suited to a role as a maid or kitchen servant.

I'm in Texas now, and am originally from back East, so being this far away from my extended family on the holidays had it's advantages, in that the guest list for dinner was very manageable. There was none of the simmering disagreements and semi-submerged bad feelings that family members are prone to gossip to each other about all year and then hide under a bib for a holiday meal while forced smiles from jaws as tight as an undersized corset were displayed by all . And without all of that drama, the meal itself becomes the high point. Sitting down to a table piled with roast turkey and stuffing, with homemade mashed potatoes and gravy, and side dishes like peas, sweet potatoes, and cranberry sauce, was better than any silly old orgasm... at least for one day out of the year. (OK, maybe for 2 days out of the year, because Christmas Dinner ran a close second for gastronomical delightfulness). If I can keep to the same analogy, enjoying the pies and other desserts afterwards was the closest I will ever come to being multi-orgasmic.

This wet dream came to a screeching halt about 5 or 6 years ago, when a rebellion in the kitchen occurred, and a decree of "I'm not going to the trouble of cooking a Big Thanksgiving Dinner anymore" was handed down from on High. And so for the next few years, the whole Thanksgiving meal would come in a box from the supermarket. There was a whole turkey in there (it still needed to be popped into the oven for a few hours), and there were also some side dishes included... even a pumpkin pie! It wasn't homecooked exactly, but it was still turkey, and if you closed your eyes, you could almost imagine it was from scratch (except for the side dishes, which tasted kinda like the cardboard box that they arrived in).

After a few years of "Thanksgiving Dinnner In A Box", that effort also became too much. Another rebellion occurred, and the next plan became "Going To Denny's For Turkey Dinner". Let me tell you, if you haven't tried this, it's a real cullinary treat, and I "enjoyed" this wonderful assault on my taste buds for another couple of years. There was a good side to this however. There was none of the stress of planning and cooking the meal, and there was no cleanup afterward. All I had to do was pay the check, drive home, and reflect on another fine Turkey Day.

The final straw came last year, about 4 days before Thanksgiving, when I embarked on my "jem goes it alone" period (as a matter of fact, the anniversary of that memorable day is tomorrow). So, I wasn't in much of a mood to celebrate the Holidays last year. My Thanksgiving Dinner was made by Swanson and took all of ten minutes to thaw, heat up in the microwave and serve. Not my preference, but still pretty easy on the cleanup afterwards.

As for this year? I still don't know what I'm gonna do. I think I'll prolly feel a little better after a year on my own, but I'm still not sure if I want to go out to eat or just go with the old faithful Swanson's Turkey Dinner Extravaganza. I don't think I want to go through all the effort and ultimate heartache of attempting to cook a complete turkey dinner, because I know I'll just ruin it anyway.

So, I'm toying with the idea of possibly overnighting myself in a big roasting pan, with my ankles and wrists tied together and wearing aluminum foil booties on my feet, up to Princess Grace's Castle, where She can display me as a Thanksgiving Novelty in Her office while She torments Her clients on the phone. Hell, maybe She'll even heat up a Swanson's entree for me, I don't know. All I know is, I'd give up even the best homecooked Thanksgiving Dinner, just for the chance of spending the Holidays with my Stroke Princess! Can't happen you say? Well, I can fantasize, can't I?

Wuv You, Princess! I know one thing that I'm sure thankful for, and that's You! I hope You have an enjoyable and stress-free Thanksgiving!

little bitchass