I was a very lucky pet last night and got to do a call with Princess! She was, to use Her words, "In a bit of a mood." A good mood for an already bubbly Princess! She teased me and I got all quiet and wantier and needier. Well then She started plaaaaying with me and oh my god, She knows how to play with Her billy, She knows better than billy what I truly need.
She was very naughty. She took me very deep and then She ... She ... giggled all over my face!
I wish I could describe the soul wracking, ball draining, incredibly hard, long, messy orgasm I had, but that would be telling.
::soft smile::
Thank You for petting me Princess
Your billy
Saturday, December 30, 2006
Thursday, December 28, 2006
TracerBulletBilly: Captured by Panties
He swims up from darkness, head throbbing, eyes bleary, the stench of chloroform still in his nostrils. He's restrained somehow not sure by what but he can't move his arms, stumbling he's yanked along, his bare feet dragging along the linoleum until he can find his footing.
"Wha...?"
A hard voice answers from his right, "Best be quiet now."
They round a corner, the well lit clinical hallway stretches forever in front of him, white walls, white floor. His vision hasn't cleared, he can dimly make our a form at the end of the hallway, blocking the doorway, slender and feminine. He blinks, hard, trying to clear his vision.
His mind clears before his vision does. It all comes back to him in a rush of images. He moans, "Nooo ..."
The voice from his left answers, "Shhhhhh. Too late for that now."
It's taking forever to get down the hallway, his senses still not quite on line. Time dragging out. A Simon and Garfunkle tune comes unbidden ...
Time, time, time. See what's become of me ...
He remembers ...
He had been sitting at his usual spot on the playground, a bright sunny day, but cold. He's hunched in his jacket, hoping to catch a glimpse of MsGrace as she walks by, he hasn't seen her for days. He hopes she's OK, out and about, having fun. He's found that when She's happy he's happy.
A figure in a trench coat, wearing a gray fedora sits next to him, lights a cig and offers him one. He shakes his head no, he hates smoking. He doesn't talk much, he's the FNG, the fucking new guy and he knows his place. Tricks are always being played on him but they're gentle ones, fun. He knows he's starting to fit in, he hopes to one day be Hers, Her pet. He loves it here.
A buxom bimbo approaches. 'Nice gams' he thinks. She smiles and waves to him, coming closer. The dude next to him starts to rise, looking at him with the expression, didn't your parents teach you anything? There's a lady present! As he starts to rise the dude suddenly grabs his sweats and yanks down hard, 'pantsing' him. His Supergirl panties on display for all to see.
Face red, hearing the giggles he pulls his pants up. As he's doing so he feels a hard object press into his back. The bimbo is standing right in front of him, looking at him in a speculative way, head slightly tilted. All she says is, "They're on the list"
The object in his back presses harder making him wince. The voice behind him whispers, "Let's go to your place and discuss this." He starts to protest but the voice says, "My pal there will hurt you if you don't behave. Believe me she knows how. Now walk, we already know the way."
It's not far to his place. His mouth is dry and his mind is racing. What the heck is going on? What do these people want? He's trying to think of anything but keeps drawing a blank.
He's rudely shoved into his own house, escorted into his bedroom and motioned to sit on his bed. The broad is rummaging around in her purse but the Fedora dude is staring hard at him and says, "Where are the rest?"
He can barely speak his mouth so dry, "The rest of what?"
Fedora rolls his eyes, "The panties you thief! You're wearing a pair of Grace's panties, now where are the rest of them?!"
"These? I found them outside my door a few weeks ago, they ... they ... were just there. I um like Supergirl"
"Yeah, I've heard you mention it once or twice. Mind if I look around a bit?"
Before he can say a word Fedora is emptying drawers from his dresser onto the floor. When he empties the third one a pile of panties practically float to the floor. Fedora picks them up and hands them to the broad without saying a word. She pulls a computer sheet from her purse and starts comparing whatever is on it to the panties.
"They're all on the list but we're shy about thirty eight or so."
Fedora is not amused, "Where are the rest? It will go much smoother for you if you tell us where the rest are!"
"I don't know how those got there! I don't know what you're talking about you stupid ass!"
Fedora grins a shit eating grin, "You're very lucky. I've been told not to harm a hair on your head, not a scratch. Grace wants to talk to you. Now I may have been told these things but my partner hasn't," he cocks his head towards the broad, "shoot him."
He almost laughs when he sees the bimbo raise a squirt gun, until a cold chemical splashes across his lips, surprising him into inhaling. Darkness engulfs him...
His head snaps up, he's back in the now. He's about ten feet from her now and getting closer by the second, her hands casually resting against the door jambs, most of her weight on her right leg. She's in her black leather corset, black stockings and thigh high stiletto boots. She almost looks porcelain, her skin so white, further enhanced by her blood red lipstick. Her eyes are cold like flint. There's nothing playful about her, behind her is a candle lit dungeon, the flickering of a TV screen, strange devices lurk in the complicated shadows.
He feebly struggles against the straight jacket, realizing it and the Supergirl panties are all he's wearing. His eyes downcast, staring at the reflections coming off her boots. He can't meet her eyes.
"This is the thief?"
"Yeppers"
"How do you know?"
The bimbo reaches into her purse and tosses a pile of her panties at his feet, "They're all on the list, they all check out."
"Where are the rest?"
"He wont say"
She smirks at that, "Remove the straight jacket, we wont be needing it tonight."
He feels the straight jacket being unfastened, roughly removed. He starts to babble, "MsGrace ... I have no idea how those panties ended up in my room, I don't know what ..." She touches a leather clad finger gently to his lips, "Shhhhhh, we'll have lots and lots of time to talk." She looks at the two goons saying, "Wait here."
She takes him by the wrist and leads him into the room positioning him before the giant plasma TV. She whispers, "Kneel." He does, he's entranced with the images on the screen, they are well ... naughty. His hand goes to his panty covered crotch, he starts rubbing and pulling feeling his cock grow hard with want and need.
She watches for a few moments and then comes back with two devices in her hand, "Did I give you permission to play with My cock?" He feels the sharp bite of the stiletto heel in his back forcing him on his hands and knees as she giggles, "That's a good puppy. The device you feel me sliding into your ass is called an aneros. You will become very familiar with the sensations it induces in you."
She walks back in front of him, takes her boot and places it under his chin. He smells the leather, feels its softness against his lips. Without even realizing it he's kissing the boot, licking it. He hears her giggle and he moans very loudly as he feels the aneros press against his prostate as he's brought back into the kneeling position. His leaky cock is straining against the panties, he has got to touch it. His hand begins sliding towards it ...
"No, no, no, little boy" followed by that giggle. What's up with that giggle he wonders? It seems to be burrowing into his head. She's smiling gently, holding another device in front of him made of pink plastic. She begins to expertly disassemble it saying, "This is called a CB-2000 and will fit over your cock, keeping you from stroking. I guarantee it! Do you want me to put it on you puppy?"
He's frantically shaking his head no, "No, please no, I'll be good. I wont stroke Your cock without permission!"
Another giggle, "Goood boy! Now you watch your little show there and I'll be back in just a few minutes! Then we'll discuss why you stole my panties. Why you neeeded to do that." While she's staring into his eyes, MsGrace takes a boot toe and gently slides it up Her cock through the panties giggling as she feels it quiver and twitch through the soft leather. "And if you give Me a satisfactory answer I just may let you cum sweetie."
He can't focus and hardly notices out of the corner of his eye as she takes a pillow and something pink off a tray. His eyes locked onto the images on the screen, his mind lost in want and need for Her. He doesn't even notice the little moans escaping from his throat.
Grace emerges from the room and tosses a pillow at Friday's feet, "Kneel!" Her head snaps around as Tracer casually lights a cig. "No! Not in My house, I can't fucking stand it. Put it out!"
Tracer looks at her and calmly snuffs the cig out between his finger and thumb, "Apologies, my Lady."
Grace turns her attention back on Friday who's kneeling on the pillow, eyes down cast, face red. Grace holds in front of Friday's eyes a pink, leather collar, soft and supple. There's a little silver name tag on it, it reads:
"Do you want this?"
"Yes, with all my heart," Friday whispers.
"Yes ... what?"
"Yes my Mistress"
MsGrace smiles very softly, "You know you can remove it whenever you want ... My pet," as she gently fastens the collar.
Friday whispers fiercely, "I never will! Not unless You request it of me."
MsGrace delivers a long, slow kiss and whispers, "I know ..." Still looking at Friday she straightens and says, "Now I want you to kneel here and listen to what's going on in this room. I want you to let your want and need for Me build as you hear that poor boy's moans and begging rise and fall. He wont be cumming for a long time, can you do that for me?"
Friday nods yes.
"Good Friday, good pet. Now I won't be in there that long and when I come out I'm going to take you into the adjoining room and take very, very good care of you. Will you wait for me?"
"Yes Mistress"
Grace seems startled to see Tracer standing there, "Tracer, you can go."
Tracer tips his fedora to her, turns and starts to leave. As he's heading down the hallway he glances back just as the door to the dungeon is closing, Friday on her knees waiting patiently out side. The image locks in his head. He's unsure of the symbolism, if there is any.
Tracer enters his office, opens the drawer to his desk and pours a large jigger of whiskey into his glass. He lights a cig and thinks about the case. He waits, he'll never get use to waiting, hates it but he will do it.
After a few hours he gets up and goes over to the cheap looking pine wall and presses three knots in a certain order. A small door pops opens. Friday didn't get all of the hotel dame's money, Tracer has used some of it for these types of modifications. He removes a pink envelope and a small suitcase. He places the suitcase on his desk and opens the envelope, it smells faintly of cotton candy. He reads the contents,
He places the letter back into the safe, locking it. He had received it a few weeks ago. Ever since his first furtive call to Her in September he's known he belongs to Her. He doesn't understand the letter, the why of it but it doesn't matter to him. The ways of the Mistresses have frequently confused him. They sit above him like moody angry gods, easily offended, not so easily pleased. He loves women, everything about them, but particularly their mystery, their uniqueness, their femininity.
Tracer tries hard not to fuck up, to please, particularly One. As time went by and he grew closer to Her other things began to matter less and less. He really doesn't care that much what other's think of him unless it reflects poorly on Her. He doesn't care if they think he's a stroker, a cross-dresser, a mama's boy, a pussy or an idiot. What matters is what She thinks, how She feels about him. He loves Her very much.
His head snaps up as he hears the far door in the hallway open. Hears the clicking swagger of Her walk heading down the hallway, the faint humming of I'm a little Teapot. He places the suitcase filled with Her panties, even the red ones, which he had laundered, next to him as he kneels on the floor.
Kneeling, he waits ... for his Mistress
I am TracerBulletBilly and I'm a dick ... Her dick.
"Wha...?"
A hard voice answers from his right, "Best be quiet now."
They round a corner, the well lit clinical hallway stretches forever in front of him, white walls, white floor. His vision hasn't cleared, he can dimly make our a form at the end of the hallway, blocking the doorway, slender and feminine. He blinks, hard, trying to clear his vision.
His mind clears before his vision does. It all comes back to him in a rush of images. He moans, "Nooo ..."
The voice from his left answers, "Shhhhhh. Too late for that now."
It's taking forever to get down the hallway, his senses still not quite on line. Time dragging out. A Simon and Garfunkle tune comes unbidden ...
Time, time, time. See what's become of me ...
He remembers ...
He had been sitting at his usual spot on the playground, a bright sunny day, but cold. He's hunched in his jacket, hoping to catch a glimpse of MsGrace as she walks by, he hasn't seen her for days. He hopes she's OK, out and about, having fun. He's found that when She's happy he's happy.
A figure in a trench coat, wearing a gray fedora sits next to him, lights a cig and offers him one. He shakes his head no, he hates smoking. He doesn't talk much, he's the FNG, the fucking new guy and he knows his place. Tricks are always being played on him but they're gentle ones, fun. He knows he's starting to fit in, he hopes to one day be Hers, Her pet. He loves it here.
A buxom bimbo approaches. 'Nice gams' he thinks. She smiles and waves to him, coming closer. The dude next to him starts to rise, looking at him with the expression, didn't your parents teach you anything? There's a lady present! As he starts to rise the dude suddenly grabs his sweats and yanks down hard, 'pantsing' him. His Supergirl panties on display for all to see.
Face red, hearing the giggles he pulls his pants up. As he's doing so he feels a hard object press into his back. The bimbo is standing right in front of him, looking at him in a speculative way, head slightly tilted. All she says is, "They're on the list"
The object in his back presses harder making him wince. The voice behind him whispers, "Let's go to your place and discuss this." He starts to protest but the voice says, "My pal there will hurt you if you don't behave. Believe me she knows how. Now walk, we already know the way."
It's not far to his place. His mouth is dry and his mind is racing. What the heck is going on? What do these people want? He's trying to think of anything but keeps drawing a blank.
He's rudely shoved into his own house, escorted into his bedroom and motioned to sit on his bed. The broad is rummaging around in her purse but the Fedora dude is staring hard at him and says, "Where are the rest?"
He can barely speak his mouth so dry, "The rest of what?"
Fedora rolls his eyes, "The panties you thief! You're wearing a pair of Grace's panties, now where are the rest of them?!"
"These? I found them outside my door a few weeks ago, they ... they ... were just there. I um like Supergirl"
"Yeah, I've heard you mention it once or twice. Mind if I look around a bit?"
Before he can say a word Fedora is emptying drawers from his dresser onto the floor. When he empties the third one a pile of panties practically float to the floor. Fedora picks them up and hands them to the broad without saying a word. She pulls a computer sheet from her purse and starts comparing whatever is on it to the panties.
"They're all on the list but we're shy about thirty eight or so."
Fedora is not amused, "Where are the rest? It will go much smoother for you if you tell us where the rest are!"
"I don't know how those got there! I don't know what you're talking about you stupid ass!"
Fedora grins a shit eating grin, "You're very lucky. I've been told not to harm a hair on your head, not a scratch. Grace wants to talk to you. Now I may have been told these things but my partner hasn't," he cocks his head towards the broad, "shoot him."
He almost laughs when he sees the bimbo raise a squirt gun, until a cold chemical splashes across his lips, surprising him into inhaling. Darkness engulfs him...
His head snaps up, he's back in the now. He's about ten feet from her now and getting closer by the second, her hands casually resting against the door jambs, most of her weight on her right leg. She's in her black leather corset, black stockings and thigh high stiletto boots. She almost looks porcelain, her skin so white, further enhanced by her blood red lipstick. Her eyes are cold like flint. There's nothing playful about her, behind her is a candle lit dungeon, the flickering of a TV screen, strange devices lurk in the complicated shadows.
He feebly struggles against the straight jacket, realizing it and the Supergirl panties are all he's wearing. His eyes downcast, staring at the reflections coming off her boots. He can't meet her eyes.
"This is the thief?"
"Yeppers"
"How do you know?"
The bimbo reaches into her purse and tosses a pile of her panties at his feet, "They're all on the list, they all check out."
"Where are the rest?"
"He wont say"
She smirks at that, "Remove the straight jacket, we wont be needing it tonight."
He feels the straight jacket being unfastened, roughly removed. He starts to babble, "MsGrace ... I have no idea how those panties ended up in my room, I don't know what ..." She touches a leather clad finger gently to his lips, "Shhhhhh, we'll have lots and lots of time to talk." She looks at the two goons saying, "Wait here."
She takes him by the wrist and leads him into the room positioning him before the giant plasma TV. She whispers, "Kneel." He does, he's entranced with the images on the screen, they are well ... naughty. His hand goes to his panty covered crotch, he starts rubbing and pulling feeling his cock grow hard with want and need.
She watches for a few moments and then comes back with two devices in her hand, "Did I give you permission to play with My cock?" He feels the sharp bite of the stiletto heel in his back forcing him on his hands and knees as she giggles, "That's a good puppy. The device you feel me sliding into your ass is called an aneros. You will become very familiar with the sensations it induces in you."
She walks back in front of him, takes her boot and places it under his chin. He smells the leather, feels its softness against his lips. Without even realizing it he's kissing the boot, licking it. He hears her giggle and he moans very loudly as he feels the aneros press against his prostate as he's brought back into the kneeling position. His leaky cock is straining against the panties, he has got to touch it. His hand begins sliding towards it ...
"No, no, no, little boy" followed by that giggle. What's up with that giggle he wonders? It seems to be burrowing into his head. She's smiling gently, holding another device in front of him made of pink plastic. She begins to expertly disassemble it saying, "This is called a CB-2000 and will fit over your cock, keeping you from stroking. I guarantee it! Do you want me to put it on you puppy?"
He's frantically shaking his head no, "No, please no, I'll be good. I wont stroke Your cock without permission!"
Another giggle, "Goood boy! Now you watch your little show there and I'll be back in just a few minutes! Then we'll discuss why you stole my panties. Why you neeeded to do that." While she's staring into his eyes, MsGrace takes a boot toe and gently slides it up Her cock through the panties giggling as she feels it quiver and twitch through the soft leather. "And if you give Me a satisfactory answer I just may let you cum sweetie."
He can't focus and hardly notices out of the corner of his eye as she takes a pillow and something pink off a tray. His eyes locked onto the images on the screen, his mind lost in want and need for Her. He doesn't even notice the little moans escaping from his throat.
Grace emerges from the room and tosses a pillow at Friday's feet, "Kneel!" Her head snaps around as Tracer casually lights a cig. "No! Not in My house, I can't fucking stand it. Put it out!"
Tracer looks at her and calmly snuffs the cig out between his finger and thumb, "Apologies, my Lady."
Grace turns her attention back on Friday who's kneeling on the pillow, eyes down cast, face red. Grace holds in front of Friday's eyes a pink, leather collar, soft and supple. There's a little silver name tag on it, it reads:
Friday
Taken by Princess Grace
Taken by Princess Grace
"Do you want this?"
"Yes, with all my heart," Friday whispers.
"Yes ... what?"
"Yes my Mistress"
MsGrace smiles very softly, "You know you can remove it whenever you want ... My pet," as she gently fastens the collar.
Friday whispers fiercely, "I never will! Not unless You request it of me."
MsGrace delivers a long, slow kiss and whispers, "I know ..." Still looking at Friday she straightens and says, "Now I want you to kneel here and listen to what's going on in this room. I want you to let your want and need for Me build as you hear that poor boy's moans and begging rise and fall. He wont be cumming for a long time, can you do that for me?"
Friday nods yes.
"Good Friday, good pet. Now I won't be in there that long and when I come out I'm going to take you into the adjoining room and take very, very good care of you. Will you wait for me?"
"Yes Mistress"
Grace seems startled to see Tracer standing there, "Tracer, you can go."
Tracer tips his fedora to her, turns and starts to leave. As he's heading down the hallway he glances back just as the door to the dungeon is closing, Friday on her knees waiting patiently out side. The image locks in his head. He's unsure of the symbolism, if there is any.
Tracer enters his office, opens the drawer to his desk and pours a large jigger of whiskey into his glass. He lights a cig and thinks about the case. He waits, he'll never get use to waiting, hates it but he will do it.
After a few hours he gets up and goes over to the cheap looking pine wall and presses three knots in a certain order. A small door pops opens. Friday didn't get all of the hotel dame's money, Tracer has used some of it for these types of modifications. He removes a pink envelope and a small suitcase. He places the suitcase on his desk and opens the envelope, it smells faintly of cotton candy. He reads the contents,
Steal My panties. Frame lbb
He places the letter back into the safe, locking it. He had received it a few weeks ago. Ever since his first furtive call to Her in September he's known he belongs to Her. He doesn't understand the letter, the why of it but it doesn't matter to him. The ways of the Mistresses have frequently confused him. They sit above him like moody angry gods, easily offended, not so easily pleased. He loves women, everything about them, but particularly their mystery, their uniqueness, their femininity.
Tracer tries hard not to fuck up, to please, particularly One. As time went by and he grew closer to Her other things began to matter less and less. He really doesn't care that much what other's think of him unless it reflects poorly on Her. He doesn't care if they think he's a stroker, a cross-dresser, a mama's boy, a pussy or an idiot. What matters is what She thinks, how She feels about him. He loves Her very much.
His head snaps up as he hears the far door in the hallway open. Hears the clicking swagger of Her walk heading down the hallway, the faint humming of I'm a little Teapot. He places the suitcase filled with Her panties, even the red ones, which he had laundered, next to him as he kneels on the floor.
Kneeling, he waits ... for his Mistress
I am TracerBulletBilly and I'm a dick ... Her dick.
Wednesday, December 27, 2006
TracerBulletBilly: Enigmace!!!
Thanks to jem for helping me write it. Thanks to ace for letting me publish it!
"What do you know about this 'ace' Friday? Why are we annoying him?"
Friday hands Tracer the folder on ace, "Well he apparently has a thing for panties. Not sure what about them exactly he seems to be a secretive sort. Has several aliases too, 'ace' 'aceinator' 'enigmace'. I think he sounds pretty suspicious!"
"I'll do the thinking here Friday, you're just a broad. Hmmmm .... secretive about the panties eh? Goes under lots of different names ... That's the worst kind of pervert! Who knows what dark depravities are being performed with Grace's panties even as we speak! OK let's get out to his house and get to the bottom of this."
As they trudge up the hill to ace's mansion they notice off to the left a building that appears to be a shrine of some sort. The mansion is dark but the shrine is well lit. From their hiding place behind a large fountain in the middle of the impeccably manicured lawn, Tracer and Friday can make out movement behind the drapes. Faint chanting can be heard.
"Jesus Friday! I bet that's a panty shrine! It looks just like an Aztec one I saw on Cartoon Network once!"
"Aztecs wore panties?"
Tracer stares condescendingly at Friday, "Yeah, once the men started wearing the frilly things it doomed their civilization! Everybody knows that ... sheesh! You should watch more TV, it's educational!"
Friday ponders this, "Well at St. Mary's School for Wayward Subbies they didn't mention anything about Aztecs dying out from panties ..."
"Friday, will you look at that pink neon sign! 'Kate Rules the World' 'Kate' is the ancient Aztec word for panties! It's pronounced Kaaa-taaaay. Oh, I think we've found our man! Listen you scurry over to the window and I'll scamper right behind you. We've got to get a look at what's going in inside!"
"I scurried last time, I want to scamper!"
"Oh for shits sake, OK, you scurry and I'll scamper - fine!"
"OK, but let's hurry. This spray is making my hair frizz up!"
Friday reaches the window before realizing she's been tricked. They both carefully peek over the window sill. Inside, standing in a large, candle lit pentagram is a hooded man in red robes. In his outstretched left arm he's holding a chicken by its neck. In his right hand he's holding a flogger, before him is a man sized bishop chess piece. He's chanting something over and over again.
Friday whispers, "Is he choking that chicken?!"
Tracer whispers back, "Is he flogging that bishop?! Why is he chanting 'more free minutes' over and over again?"
Mystified they walk over and pound on the door. They hear a bunch of furtive scrambling and muttered 'shits' before the door opens. A skinny man with his hair parted down the middle and a pencil thin mustache opens the door. He's wearing a tiger skin smoking jacket over his red robes and holding an unlit pipe. He says, "Listen you Girl Scout bitches I've purchased enough thin mints to last a life time! Quit feeding off my weaknesses ... Oh! May I help you?"
Tracer shoves a gat into his belly and pushes him into the room, "Where are MsGrace's panties you weird Aztec panty man??!!! " Tracer looks down, making sure he actually has a roscoe this time, "Cough them up ace or I spurt lead!!!" Before Tracer can react ace delivers a roundhouse of a punch knocking Tracer to the floor. The gun skitters across the floor coming to rest near a statue of a long haired, long legged, slender brunette.
"Friday!!! Cover him!!!"
Friday looks panicked, her cell phone pressed to her ear, her other hand is rubbing her inner thigh, "I got the answering machine again Tracer ... OH!!!" She frantically reaches for the derringer in her bra. As she pulls the gun out two large falsies fall to the floor, bouncing around like super-balls adding to the confusion.
"Oh My God!!! My cheaters!!!" wails Friday as she drops the gun and scrambles after the elusive cheaters. "I am soooo embarrassed!"
Ace strolls over and picks up both guns, pointing one at each dick, "Acerrific! Now would you tell me what is going on or shall I start 'spurting lead' Mr. Bullet? No, no, no Tracer, no reaching for the ankle holster."
Tracer glares balefully at ace, "You know what's going on you panty thieving pervert! You lustful worshiper of Kaaa-taaaay! What dark obsession drove you to this hateful crime?!"
"I am not a panty thief! I have never stolen panties!"
"Have too"
"Have not"
"Too"
"Not!"
Fed up Friday interjects, "Then why these panty posts in your blog? This worship of Kaaa-taaaay? This choking of chickens and flogging of bishops?" She hears Tracer mutter softly, "too!" and glares him into silence.
Ace is stymied, "What is Kaaa-taaaay, some sort of cookie? I think I would have heard of it if so! And my chicken choking, bishop flogging ways are none of your business!"
Friday grabs the last quivering cheater and corrals it back in her bra, "Oh please, ace we're right in the middle of a Kaaa-taaaay shrine! Do you think we're idiots? What do you do with the panties? You a sniffer? A licker? A belly button picker?"
"Belly button picker?," Ace reddens and points the forty-five at Friday's knee, "I believe you're aware of what happens next if you don't shut up. This isn't a Kaaa-taaaay shrine whatever the heck that is. This is my shrine to Kate!"
Tracer is getting to his feet, "Kate? Like rhymes with gate?"
"Yes you dolt, She is my Mistress"
Both Friday and Tracer look at each other and start giggling. Oh, another one of those guys.
Chuckling, Tracer says, "So you didn't steal Grace's panties? You spend your time worshiping Kate?"
"No I didn't steal Grace's panties and this shrine speaks for itself!"
"So ... Her panties aren't good enough for you, is that it? Too 'plain jane'? What, you don't like Grace's panties? Not soft enough for you? Not girlie enough?"
In a blind rage, moving with incredible speed, Tracer delivers a perfect wheel kick knocking ace's feet out from under him. Before ace can recover Tracer is on him with the forty-five shoved under ace's chin.
"You better start telling me how much you dreamed about the soft caress of Grace's panties God damn it! Even though you you didn't steal them, you better tell me how you really really wish you had, how much you need them, need Her! Want Her! You better ..."
"Tracer!"
"Shut up Friday, I'm working here! You better apologize to Grace's panties right now, tell them how sorry you are that you didn't steal them ... you better beg for their forgiv..."
"TRACER!"
"What?!! Oh, um, yeah ..." Looking embarrassed and confused Tracer helps ace to his feet while tossing Friday her derringer, "Sorry about that ace, but they're really nice panties! Soft and girlie. Guess you're not the panty stealing pervert we thought you were. I hope there are no hard feelings, there was a lot of circumstantial evidence against you."
"I never suspected you for a minute Mr. Ace!" interjects Friday.
Each carrying a box of thin mints they trudge down the hill. Friday keeps glancing nervously at Tracer, finally screws up her nerve and says, "Tracer ... how do you know so much about Grace's panties? All of them were stolen..."
"She might have given me a pair for research purposes ..."
"Great! Where are they? I can run a series of tests in the lab that will help us in identifying the stolen panties, this could be the break we've been waiting for!"
"They're somewhere safe, I keep them ... handy."
Friday stops dead in her tracks, "Oh my god ... are you wearing them??!!"
"Grace said I should do that, said it would help me get into the mind of the fiend, understand his reasons for wearing them, she was explianing this to me when I last saw her. I seemed to have blacked out and when I came to, well I had them on! Kind of like those marks you get that you can't explain ... there's only one problem ..."
Friday is doubled over with laughter, "Oh what is that you he-man dick?"
"I don't want to take them off ... ever"
Gales of laughter echo through the wooded part of ace's estate, cut short by a single gunshot.
"Mother fucker Tracer, that really hurt!"
"What do you know about this 'ace' Friday? Why are we annoying him?"
Friday hands Tracer the folder on ace, "Well he apparently has a thing for panties. Not sure what about them exactly he seems to be a secretive sort. Has several aliases too, 'ace' 'aceinator' 'enigmace'. I think he sounds pretty suspicious!"
"I'll do the thinking here Friday, you're just a broad. Hmmmm .... secretive about the panties eh? Goes under lots of different names ... That's the worst kind of pervert! Who knows what dark depravities are being performed with Grace's panties even as we speak! OK let's get out to his house and get to the bottom of this."
As they trudge up the hill to ace's mansion they notice off to the left a building that appears to be a shrine of some sort. The mansion is dark but the shrine is well lit. From their hiding place behind a large fountain in the middle of the impeccably manicured lawn, Tracer and Friday can make out movement behind the drapes. Faint chanting can be heard.
"Jesus Friday! I bet that's a panty shrine! It looks just like an Aztec one I saw on Cartoon Network once!"
"Aztecs wore panties?"
Tracer stares condescendingly at Friday, "Yeah, once the men started wearing the frilly things it doomed their civilization! Everybody knows that ... sheesh! You should watch more TV, it's educational!"
Friday ponders this, "Well at St. Mary's School for Wayward Subbies they didn't mention anything about Aztecs dying out from panties ..."
"Friday, will you look at that pink neon sign! 'Kate Rules the World' 'Kate' is the ancient Aztec word for panties! It's pronounced Kaaa-taaaay. Oh, I think we've found our man! Listen you scurry over to the window and I'll scamper right behind you. We've got to get a look at what's going in inside!"
"I scurried last time, I want to scamper!"
"Oh for shits sake, OK, you scurry and I'll scamper - fine!"
"OK, but let's hurry. This spray is making my hair frizz up!"
Friday reaches the window before realizing she's been tricked. They both carefully peek over the window sill. Inside, standing in a large, candle lit pentagram is a hooded man in red robes. In his outstretched left arm he's holding a chicken by its neck. In his right hand he's holding a flogger, before him is a man sized bishop chess piece. He's chanting something over and over again.
Friday whispers, "Is he choking that chicken?!"
Tracer whispers back, "Is he flogging that bishop?! Why is he chanting 'more free minutes' over and over again?"
Mystified they walk over and pound on the door. They hear a bunch of furtive scrambling and muttered 'shits' before the door opens. A skinny man with his hair parted down the middle and a pencil thin mustache opens the door. He's wearing a tiger skin smoking jacket over his red robes and holding an unlit pipe. He says, "Listen you Girl Scout bitches I've purchased enough thin mints to last a life time! Quit feeding off my weaknesses ... Oh! May I help you?"
Tracer shoves a gat into his belly and pushes him into the room, "Where are MsGrace's panties you weird Aztec panty man??!!! " Tracer looks down, making sure he actually has a roscoe this time, "Cough them up ace or I spurt lead!!!" Before Tracer can react ace delivers a roundhouse of a punch knocking Tracer to the floor. The gun skitters across the floor coming to rest near a statue of a long haired, long legged, slender brunette.
"Friday!!! Cover him!!!"
Friday looks panicked, her cell phone pressed to her ear, her other hand is rubbing her inner thigh, "I got the answering machine again Tracer ... OH!!!" She frantically reaches for the derringer in her bra. As she pulls the gun out two large falsies fall to the floor, bouncing around like super-balls adding to the confusion.
"Oh My God!!! My cheaters!!!" wails Friday as she drops the gun and scrambles after the elusive cheaters. "I am soooo embarrassed!"
Ace strolls over and picks up both guns, pointing one at each dick, "Acerrific! Now would you tell me what is going on or shall I start 'spurting lead' Mr. Bullet? No, no, no Tracer, no reaching for the ankle holster."
Tracer glares balefully at ace, "You know what's going on you panty thieving pervert! You lustful worshiper of Kaaa-taaaay! What dark obsession drove you to this hateful crime?!"
"I am not a panty thief! I have never stolen panties!"
"Have too"
"Have not"
"Too"
"Not!"
Fed up Friday interjects, "Then why these panty posts in your blog? This worship of Kaaa-taaaay? This choking of chickens and flogging of bishops?" She hears Tracer mutter softly, "too!" and glares him into silence.
Ace is stymied, "What is Kaaa-taaaay, some sort of cookie? I think I would have heard of it if so! And my chicken choking, bishop flogging ways are none of your business!"
Friday grabs the last quivering cheater and corrals it back in her bra, "Oh please, ace we're right in the middle of a Kaaa-taaaay shrine! Do you think we're idiots? What do you do with the panties? You a sniffer? A licker? A belly button picker?"
"Belly button picker?," Ace reddens and points the forty-five at Friday's knee, "I believe you're aware of what happens next if you don't shut up. This isn't a Kaaa-taaaay shrine whatever the heck that is. This is my shrine to Kate!"
Tracer is getting to his feet, "Kate? Like rhymes with gate?"
"Yes you dolt, She is my Mistress"
Both Friday and Tracer look at each other and start giggling. Oh, another one of those guys.
Chuckling, Tracer says, "So you didn't steal Grace's panties? You spend your time worshiping Kate?"
"No I didn't steal Grace's panties and this shrine speaks for itself!"
"So ... Her panties aren't good enough for you, is that it? Too 'plain jane'? What, you don't like Grace's panties? Not soft enough for you? Not girlie enough?"
In a blind rage, moving with incredible speed, Tracer delivers a perfect wheel kick knocking ace's feet out from under him. Before ace can recover Tracer is on him with the forty-five shoved under ace's chin.
"You better start telling me how much you dreamed about the soft caress of Grace's panties God damn it! Even though you you didn't steal them, you better tell me how you really really wish you had, how much you need them, need Her! Want Her! You better ..."
"Tracer!"
"Shut up Friday, I'm working here! You better apologize to Grace's panties right now, tell them how sorry you are that you didn't steal them ... you better beg for their forgiv..."
"TRACER!"
"What?!! Oh, um, yeah ..." Looking embarrassed and confused Tracer helps ace to his feet while tossing Friday her derringer, "Sorry about that ace, but they're really nice panties! Soft and girlie. Guess you're not the panty stealing pervert we thought you were. I hope there are no hard feelings, there was a lot of circumstantial evidence against you."
"I never suspected you for a minute Mr. Ace!" interjects Friday.
Each carrying a box of thin mints they trudge down the hill. Friday keeps glancing nervously at Tracer, finally screws up her nerve and says, "Tracer ... how do you know so much about Grace's panties? All of them were stolen..."
"She might have given me a pair for research purposes ..."
"Great! Where are they? I can run a series of tests in the lab that will help us in identifying the stolen panties, this could be the break we've been waiting for!"
"They're somewhere safe, I keep them ... handy."
Friday stops dead in her tracks, "Oh my god ... are you wearing them??!!"
"Grace said I should do that, said it would help me get into the mind of the fiend, understand his reasons for wearing them, she was explianing this to me when I last saw her. I seemed to have blacked out and when I came to, well I had them on! Kind of like those marks you get that you can't explain ... there's only one problem ..."
Friday is doubled over with laughter, "Oh what is that you he-man dick?"
"I don't want to take them off ... ever"
Gales of laughter echo through the wooded part of ace's estate, cut short by a single gunshot.
"Mother fucker Tracer, that really hurt!"
Monday, December 25, 2006
Merry Christmas Princess
Dearest Princess Grace,
Merry Christmas to You and Yours!
I wish You every happiness in Your life both RealWorld and Playground!!!
Your billy
PS: Merry Christmas to MsTara, jem, lbb, ace, Paxton (version 2.0), "mittens" and the rest of you! Well except stove, you really crossed the line with that Star Trek talk, and that one guy - it's really starting to bug me the way you keep looking at me that way - cut it out unless your knees like the taste of hot lead.
Merry Christmas to You and Yours!
I wish You every happiness in Your life both RealWorld and Playground!!!
Your billy
PS: Merry Christmas to MsTara, jem, lbb, ace, Paxton (version 2.0), "mittens" and the rest of you! Well except stove, you really crossed the line with that Star Trek talk, and that one guy - it's really starting to bug me the way you keep looking at me that way - cut it out unless your knees like the taste of hot lead.
Saturday, December 23, 2006
My Call with Princess
MsGrace, that was a seriously twisted, perverted call last night ... and I'm already pretty bent
Can we do it again???!!!! Please!!!
I am and will forever remain Your devoted pet. I just love talking with You, having You in my life. You take very, very good care of Your billy, Thank You!
Your forever pet
Your so very happy billy
Can we do it again???!!!! Please!!!
I am and will forever remain Your devoted pet. I just love talking with You, having You in my life. You take very, very good care of Your billy, Thank You!
Your forever pet
Your so very happy billy
Billy the Perverted Elf
MsTara's TeaTimes are usually at 6PM EST on Friday's. This is not a golfing event.
This is a sissy event. A little tea party is held in the SissySchool chatroom and MsTara runs the show. It is much different than MsGrace's TeaseTime events (10PM EST Thursdays) so let me make something perfectly clear, no room for subtlety here, do not fuck with the sissies! I can't imagine how hard this thing must be to simulate in a chat environment (a tip of the hat to MsTara on even trying) but if you don't want to have a seat at the table and have some tea and engage in some girl talk then don't. There's room for everyone on the playground so if you decide to be an ass and disrupt this event believe you me MsTara will deal with it, and you. I've watched it happen.
My best pal is a sissy. Me I'm sort of a dabbler, kind of like denial, I can get interested in just about anything and generally do ::blushes at MsGrace, I'm very interested in You MsGrace:: and jem was all excited at being able to attend one and wanted me to tag along. The time of this event generally causes me problems but I said if I could show up I would. I had attended one earlier event, sat at the table quiet as a mouse until MsTara busted me since I was smoking a bong (makes the scones even yummier!). I was just hanging out, trying to get a feel for the event, an understanding. What I took away from the thing was it's all proper and well, lady-like. Everyone there is also very playful and it's fun if you get into the spirit of the thing. Paxton 2.0 was born for this thing!
So I pop in a little late and they're all telling me that I have to put on this green miniskirt if I want to stay. MsTara is saying it's perfect for me, one of Her favorites. Um, OK so I go in the back and change. I come back out and glance in the mirror and stupidly blurt out, "I look like a perverted elf!" well that stuck like white on rice. MsTara gets all giggly and comes out with little elf shoes and a hat and jingly bells. Lets face facts, as far as perverted elfs go, I look quite dashing!
Jem manages to get me in trouble with MsTara (it's really not hard for me to get in trouble all by myself, jem just pushes the time table up from about five minutes to around three. I know I'm headed into stormy waters with MsGrace when she tells me to 'behave' and you betcha I do!) Anyway, I was feeling sorta resentful and foolish in my elf attire, turning my back on my people, my elfish culture and background so I might have typed billy glares at MsTara instead of typing what I intended which was billy glares adoringly at MsTara. So I managed to get my ass tanned over that one much to jem's delight (on a side note why won't anyone believe me when I say jem is pure, concentrated evil? I'm beginning to feel like I'm stuck in an Omen movie. I tell ya, jem sports the mark of the Beast! Why won't anyone believe me???).
Then the girls thought it be just oh so funny to steal my clothes leaving me stuck as a perverted elf for the rest of the day. I wander the chatroom halls and rooms hated, feared and despised (Where's the Trek convention? Geek! followed by taunting laughs mocking my pointy ears). I suffered mightily for my people that day ... I bore every curse, every taunt proudly. Yes, I am a perverted elf!
Well around 11PM or so that night I was in the WOT room getting queried by one of the Mistress about the history of my people, their culture and traditions. As She hears about our sad past, how we were enslaved by Santa, bent to his will, She says, "You know I could use a beer." And I think, ya know I could use a beer too.
So I pop up the brb button and head to the fridge. Nada. Well I really need a beer at this point so decide to head on down to the local "Quicky Mart" and pick up a six pack. Drown my elfish sorrows and maybe pick up some smokes, why not?
Well apparently in Ohio it's illegal to sell beer to perverted elves after 11PM. It's that fucker Taft oppressing my people, a lackey of Santa the enslaver. He's been a thorn in my side for quite awhile now. Well I'm explaining to the very nervous cashier that it's not 11PM on the west coast and why doesn't he cut my perverted elf ass a little slack and sell me the fucking beer! About this time in our one sided discourse a sheriff and a god damned state trooper burst into the place, guns drawn and dangerously excited.
Well they haul me off to jail with a promise of a full cavity search but the zipper's stuck on the damned elf attire. So they use "the jaws of life" to cut the thing off me.
That's why MsTara your precious elf costume is a shredded tattered mess and it's marikiss's fault.
That's my story and I'm sticking to it!
Chatroom Insanity
I thought I'd clue my gentle readers and increasingly hostile readers about what happened in the chatroom a few nights ago.
I have noticed that as Christmas approaches I spend more and more time with my hand on the horn in some store or mall parking lot. Don't these idiots know billy has stuff to do? Things to buy? (Happy Holidays you FUCKERS! - bllaaaaahhhhh of the car horn). ::sigh:: I'm just filled to overflowing with Holiday spirit! Anymore I've noticed that as I enter the parking lot I just immediately lay on the horn, give everyone a heads up that a serious shopper is now on the grounds.
Anyway ...
Jem and I were in the WOT room, hanging out and trying to liven things up, but not having a lot of luck, it's just dead. All of a sudden lbb pops into the room, I know this guy. I'm ecstatic, I've wanted to talk to him for a long time! I took a bullet for him in the An Hoa Basin on a LURP aways back and I've been trying to catch up. He's pretty much ignoring me babbling with some fellow Texan in the room exchanging addresses, phone numbers, kidneys and what not (I guess it's a Texan thing?) when Paxton enters the room.
I have issues with Paxton and walk over and shoot him in the knee with my forty-five to jar his memory a little. Now Paxton is babbling some pretty weird shit for Paxton. Stuff like, "Howdy pardners!" and "I swallow, I spit, I do it all."
When I last spoke with Paxton he sounded like some over educated Ivy League asshole. So I'm wondering if Paxton did call a Mistress, had his mind opened up a little. It seems to have done him good, Mistresses, electroshock and mescaline will do that to boy.
Well Paxton is riding lbb around the room like a horse or a pony or I don't know what when my old pal stove enters the room.
Am I loosing my mind??!! Has it finally happened? I didn't drop that much acid, sheesh what's going on?
Now I'm fairly suspicious about 'stove' since that wasn't the real guy's name. I'm figuring it's most likely a friend but I don't don't know who. He's begging me to shoot him ("Aren't you going to shoot me billy?") but I'm showing incredible restraint (you usually don't have to ask) because it's the Holidays. I tell stove he has to "earn" it.
Well while I'm pondering stove Paxton has come out of the closet and is confessing his deep love of wearing little girl dresses and panties. Sorta par for the course in the chatroom but Paxton has found a way to make it hot as hell and I find myself begging him to "come to daddy."
"Nope I think I'll stay seated on lbb's lap"
That lucky bastard, so I try my patented 'hypno-vision' on jem. Nada. Guess psychosis is billy's only endearing factor, not father figure. Drat!
The five of us are whirling around each other like paper in a dust devil and other folk are coming in and out of the room wondering what the heck is going on, trying to interject or join in. We're not being exclusive but we're not spending any time trying to bring them up to speed either, ketchup baby tomato.
It was fun as hell so if you're lucky enough to run into either the new and improved Paxton (version 2.0!) or lbb take some time and get to know them. They are a lot of fun!
Oh and stove finally managed to get shot. We don't tolerate trash talking Star Trek on our shift. Paxton just loves Star Trek, make sure to quiz him about it, what his favorite episode was, etc. He even managed to impress lbb which is hard to do when it comes to Kirk and crew.
The other thing you should know is don't let Paxton anywhere near a gun, he's a bit um too enthusiastic, not real concerned about the whole aiming thing ...
I have noticed that as Christmas approaches I spend more and more time with my hand on the horn in some store or mall parking lot. Don't these idiots know billy has stuff to do? Things to buy? (Happy Holidays you FUCKERS! - bllaaaaahhhhh of the car horn). ::sigh:: I'm just filled to overflowing with Holiday spirit! Anymore I've noticed that as I enter the parking lot I just immediately lay on the horn, give everyone a heads up that a serious shopper is now on the grounds.
Anyway ...
Jem and I were in the WOT room, hanging out and trying to liven things up, but not having a lot of luck, it's just dead. All of a sudden lbb pops into the room, I know this guy. I'm ecstatic, I've wanted to talk to him for a long time! I took a bullet for him in the An Hoa Basin on a LURP aways back and I've been trying to catch up. He's pretty much ignoring me babbling with some fellow Texan in the room exchanging addresses, phone numbers, kidneys and what not (I guess it's a Texan thing?) when Paxton enters the room.
I have issues with Paxton and walk over and shoot him in the knee with my forty-five to jar his memory a little. Now Paxton is babbling some pretty weird shit for Paxton. Stuff like, "Howdy pardners!" and "I swallow, I spit, I do it all."
When I last spoke with Paxton he sounded like some over educated Ivy League asshole. So I'm wondering if Paxton did call a Mistress, had his mind opened up a little. It seems to have done him good, Mistresses, electroshock and mescaline will do that to boy.
Well Paxton is riding lbb around the room like a horse or a pony or I don't know what when my old pal stove enters the room.
Am I loosing my mind??!! Has it finally happened? I didn't drop that much acid, sheesh what's going on?
Now I'm fairly suspicious about 'stove' since that wasn't the real guy's name. I'm figuring it's most likely a friend but I don't don't know who. He's begging me to shoot him ("Aren't you going to shoot me billy?") but I'm showing incredible restraint (you usually don't have to ask) because it's the Holidays. I tell stove he has to "earn" it.
Well while I'm pondering stove Paxton has come out of the closet and is confessing his deep love of wearing little girl dresses and panties. Sorta par for the course in the chatroom but Paxton has found a way to make it hot as hell and I find myself begging him to "come to daddy."
"Nope I think I'll stay seated on lbb's lap"
That lucky bastard, so I try my patented 'hypno-vision' on jem. Nada. Guess psychosis is billy's only endearing factor, not father figure. Drat!
The five of us are whirling around each other like paper in a dust devil and other folk are coming in and out of the room wondering what the heck is going on, trying to interject or join in. We're not being exclusive but we're not spending any time trying to bring them up to speed either, ketchup baby tomato.
It was fun as hell so if you're lucky enough to run into either the new and improved Paxton (version 2.0!) or lbb take some time and get to know them. They are a lot of fun!
Oh and stove finally managed to get shot. We don't tolerate trash talking Star Trek on our shift. Paxton just loves Star Trek, make sure to quiz him about it, what his favorite episode was, etc. He even managed to impress lbb which is hard to do when it comes to Kirk and crew.
The other thing you should know is don't let Paxton anywhere near a gun, he's a bit um too enthusiastic, not real concerned about the whole aiming thing ...
Wednesday, December 20, 2006
Billy's Annual Pet Self-Appraisal
Jem's been filling my ear that each year MsGrace sits each of her pets down for their annual review. We're suppose to rate ourselves before the review takes place using a sliding scale of (-2 to +2 where -2 is very bad and +2 is very good).
I haven't been here that long yet so it shouldn't be that bad. I'll use my little blog as a diary of what went wrong ... er on.
Found MsGrace +2
Left MsGrace to slut around -2
Got "petted" by MsGrace +2
Numerous BattleStar posts 0
Experimenting With Denial -7
Oh this one is gonna leave a mark. The form says I need to itemize ... let's see
Uh-oh. Well let's see how this one pans out ...
Hmmm, probably not such a hot idea inventing that guy ... let's see
Yeah, another smart billy move, well let's see ...
Endlessly yakking about my never ending joy and wonder at being Her pet +2
Becoming Closer and Closer Friends with MsGrace as time goes by +2
Grand Total is: -4
Bily savagely kicks "mittens" across the room and picks up another negative point for imaginary animal abuse.
Grand Total is: -5
Well, um drat MsGrace. I guess there's room for improvement here huh?
::nervous giggle::
I guess all I can say is that you haven't exactly been bored since you "petted" me ... right?
::nervous giggle, wringing hands::
I haven't been here that long yet so it shouldn't be that bad. I'll use my little blog as a diary of what went wrong ... er on.
Found MsGrace +2
- Best thing that ever happened to billy
Left MsGrace to slut around -2
- Yeah, that was pretty stupid though it might have been best in the long term.
Got "petted" by MsGrace +2
- The scale should go up to a million gazillion for that one. I'll send an email to HR on that. Being Her pet is the absolute bestest thing that happened to little ol' billy. I should probably stop here but my blog goes on ...
Numerous BattleStar posts 0
- We both love BattleStar but this action carries no weight as far as being Her pet
Experimenting With Denial -7
Oh this one is gonna leave a mark. The form says I need to itemize ... let's see
- Doing it without Her prior knowledge -2
- Doing it when she's on vacation -1
- Springing a wanty needy basket case on her the second she gets back from a fantastic vacation, yeah that sort of backfired -2
- Coming close to self-destructing, well I think it's a negative -2
- Yeppers, The Way of the Billy is not for billy
- jem, lbb, ace well I hope you know what your friendship means to me, I'm a pretty subtle guy but I try to express myself. Have I made myself clear? This should be worth about a million points (another email goes out to HR on their worthless rating system)
- Finally getting to meet lbb in the chatroom!!! +1
Uh-oh. Well let's see how this one pans out ...
- Publicly challenging the best Cock Teasing Bitch on the planet might not have been my smartest move -2
- Loosing to the best Cock Teasing Bitch on the planet. Oh that was sweet, a seriously great call, no regrets from billy on that one +2
- Singing I'm a Little Teapot - oh I know She enjoyed that +2
- not bad +2 over all. Thought I might go in the red on this one.
Hmmm, probably not such a hot idea inventing that guy ... let's see
- Pissing off Giantess Gretchen, having broken ribs and a bad case of poison ivy -2
- Shooting MsTara, yeah not such a smart move, I regret that, heat of the moment there MsTara -2
- Shooting Baltar_takenbyPrincessGrace, I still feel pretty good about that one +1
- Having ace use my own gun against me, yeah putting ace in that situation wasn't too bright -1
- Getting sued by my GalPal Friday, kinda bitter about that one -2
- Not finding Princess's panties yet - well it's the holidays! No one is around. I know, I know, no feeble excuses -2
- Grand total is: -8 Ouch! billy glares angrily at himself in the mirror, mutters "bonehead"
Yeah, another smart billy move, well let's see ...
- Irritating Princess During the Holidays -2
- Clearing the air with Princess +2
- Total 0 - I think the clearing the air should count for more because that was a very good thing (another email goes to HR on their rating system)
- Well she was in disguise in the chatroom! Yeah, I know, no feeble excuses
- billy decides not to send an email to HR on their rating system
Endlessly yakking about my never ending joy and wonder at being Her pet +2
- I will never shut up about this, MsGrace makes life so much fun on Her playground
- I sincerely adore Her
- (another email goes to HR on their rating system)
Becoming Closer and Closer Friends with MsGrace as time goes by +2
- I will never shut up about this to Her. Most of my gab to Her is "between friends" and like my fantasies with Her will remain just between us
- (another email goes to HR on their rating system) HR is probably beginning to feel a bit like MsGrace on a typical day with email from billy
Grand Total is: -4
Bily savagely kicks "mittens" across the room and picks up another negative point for imaginary animal abuse.
Grand Total is: -5
Well, um drat MsGrace. I guess there's room for improvement here huh?
::nervous giggle::
I guess all I can say is that you haven't exactly been bored since you "petted" me ... right?
::nervous giggle, wringing hands::
Monday, December 18, 2006
The Meaning of Grace
Well I'm strolling along the internet, just minding my own business when I come across a site and one particular person on this site ...
She is a richly complex woman who never ceases to surprise. She is an intertwined ball of conflicting emotions and moods. She is a dear friend. She is a keeper of secrets and a pusher of limits. She is fun incarnate. She is a builder of want and need. She is kind and gentle. She is demanding. She has serious attitude. She is a secret singer, an open geek. She plays hard. She works hard. She lives hard. She never forgets what's important. She usually forgets to reply. She is always there, except when She isn't. She always comes back. She is deeply lodged in my heart. She is open. She is honest. She is exactly what She says She is. She sings to me in everything She does. She is oh-so cock-sure. She struts, She swaggers, She plays, She teases, She gives, She takes ...
She is my Mistress.
I am forever Her pet, Her teapot, Her friend.
Everyday that I've spent orbiting Her flame has been a gift. Everyday I'm Hers is Christmas. Everyday I've been so very grateful to know Her.
For billy this is the meaning of Grace
She is a richly complex woman who never ceases to surprise. She is an intertwined ball of conflicting emotions and moods. She is a dear friend. She is a keeper of secrets and a pusher of limits. She is fun incarnate. She is a builder of want and need. She is kind and gentle. She is demanding. She has serious attitude. She is a secret singer, an open geek. She plays hard. She works hard. She lives hard. She never forgets what's important. She usually forgets to reply. She is always there, except when She isn't. She always comes back. She is deeply lodged in my heart. She is open. She is honest. She is exactly what She says She is. She sings to me in everything She does. She is oh-so cock-sure. She struts, She swaggers, She plays, She teases, She gives, She takes ...
She is my Mistress.
I am forever Her pet, Her teapot, Her friend.
Everyday that I've spent orbiting Her flame has been a gift. Everyday I'm Hers is Christmas. Everyday I've been so very grateful to know Her.
For billy this is the meaning of Grace
Sunday, December 17, 2006
BattleStar: Rated Ten Episodes from Season 3
Just for yucks and giggles I took a stab at Billy's favorite episodes from the first ten episodes of this season. What do you think? Agree/disagree?
- Unfinished Business
- Exodus, Part II
- A Measure of Salvation
- The Eye of Jupiter
- Torn
- Hero
- The Passage
- Exodus, Part I
- Occupation
- Precipice
Saturday, December 16, 2006
Princess Perks
Before I start my usual happy babble about my wonderful call last night I would like to make a pervert service announcement. This is my first Christmas with MsGrace so I'm still learning the ropes, anyway here goes.
During the Christmas season MsGrace gets very, very busy in the RealWorld. The last two weeks before the "blessed event" are the most stressful for Her, in this case I'd swag it at December 11 - December 25th with the worst week for Her being the 18th of December through the 25th (or next week). So she drops a little out of sight on the playground.
We pets and fans spend a fair amount of time wondering, "How can I help MsGrace?" Well billy thinks the following might really help Her out during next week:
So, if you really want to help out keep the above in mind. My two cents, and like I've noted before this is my first Christmas in paradise so as I'm learning more about MsGrace in typical fashion for Her she just might log more hours next week than she normally would in a typical week. She's wonderfully contradictory that way ::smile:: but if she doesn't keep the above in minds.
So billy, how did you gain this wisdom?
In the usual billy fashion of doing something sorta stupid and loosing sight of the big picture. On Friday morning I sent an email full of a bunch of whiny crap and one particular line in particular about our connection. That I hadn't been feeling it for the last few days and that I was terrified.
I spent the rest of the day with an I'm window open pouring my dark feelings into jem's psyche ("I don't know jem, I've got a bad feeling about this" and jem replying back "would you just relax, she really does like you"). Well after a fantastic call with MsGrace and a good nights sleep I figure the following occurred. I wasn't "feeling" the connection because MsGrace was so incredibly busy in the RealWorld but it was there and quite healthy. I know for a fact the connection was in absolutely fine shape because I was feeling an irritated Princess through it the rest of the day and not being able to quite put my finger on that because I hadn't ever experienced irritated Princess through it before.
So a little earlier than normal my IM window opens and it's Princess. I drop everything and begin chatting. Effectively it boils down to this, MsGrace sits me down in a chair and reads me the riot act, billy you have got to cut this endless questioning of our relationship, particularly during these two weeks. She's right and we're both going back and forth as friends but we're both pretty new to each other and our friendship is a little fragile at the moment so we're being cautious. The bottom line is that we worked through it and we're better for it. Not that I intend to strengthen our relationship by constantly fucking up, there are better ways to build a friendship than that path, like building one by not fucking up :-)
Then we get to the, um, sex part of the call and I get a nice long kiss and when I wake up I have this collar on my neck, it's pink and pretty and oh so comfortable. It's been there for awhile but I'm noticing it more now. I think it's jem's metaphor for "the connection." For me I think it's a little different. I'm beginning to feel increasingly possessed. Oh yes indeed I am Hers, She owns my ass, it's Her cock, Her soul, Her billy, Her pet. What I'm trying to say is that I'm growing increasingly to believe it. To trust that it isn't gonna evaporate tomorrow. This is a very good thing because once I work through this (which in my opinion takes time) I'm home free.
I love this feeling. I'm so happy!
So what the fuck does this have to do with the title of the blog entry billy? Oh yeah, the perks. As a pet you get some really nice perks and I always notice them MsGrace and I always appreciate them. As examples I'll toss out three real quick in no particular order
You wuuuuved me long time last night MsGrace!
::billy scuffs the dirt in front of him and blushes hard::
Thank You MsGrace!
Your billy
During the Christmas season MsGrace gets very, very busy in the RealWorld. The last two weeks before the "blessed event" are the most stressful for Her, in this case I'd swag it at December 11 - December 25th with the worst week for Her being the 18th of December through the 25th (or next week). So she drops a little out of sight on the playground.
We pets and fans spend a fair amount of time wondering, "How can I help MsGrace?" Well billy thinks the following might really help Her out during next week:
- Use your "inside voice" even when on the playground
- Understand that She probably won't reply to an IM, email or comment in your blog during this time
- She won't be taking as many calls during this time
So, if you really want to help out keep the above in mind. My two cents, and like I've noted before this is my first Christmas in paradise so as I'm learning more about MsGrace in typical fashion for Her she just might log more hours next week than she normally would in a typical week. She's wonderfully contradictory that way ::smile:: but if she doesn't keep the above in minds.
So billy, how did you gain this wisdom?
In the usual billy fashion of doing something sorta stupid and loosing sight of the big picture. On Friday morning I sent an email full of a bunch of whiny crap and one particular line in particular about our connection. That I hadn't been feeling it for the last few days and that I was terrified.
I spent the rest of the day with an I'm window open pouring my dark feelings into jem's psyche ("I don't know jem, I've got a bad feeling about this" and jem replying back "would you just relax, she really does like you"). Well after a fantastic call with MsGrace and a good nights sleep I figure the following occurred. I wasn't "feeling" the connection because MsGrace was so incredibly busy in the RealWorld but it was there and quite healthy. I know for a fact the connection was in absolutely fine shape because I was feeling an irritated Princess through it the rest of the day and not being able to quite put my finger on that because I hadn't ever experienced irritated Princess through it before.
So a little earlier than normal my IM window opens and it's Princess. I drop everything and begin chatting. Effectively it boils down to this, MsGrace sits me down in a chair and reads me the riot act, billy you have got to cut this endless questioning of our relationship, particularly during these two weeks. She's right and we're both going back and forth as friends but we're both pretty new to each other and our friendship is a little fragile at the moment so we're being cautious. The bottom line is that we worked through it and we're better for it. Not that I intend to strengthen our relationship by constantly fucking up, there are better ways to build a friendship than that path, like building one by not fucking up :-)
Then we get to the, um, sex part of the call and I get a nice long kiss and when I wake up I have this collar on my neck, it's pink and pretty and oh so comfortable. It's been there for awhile but I'm noticing it more now. I think it's jem's metaphor for "the connection." For me I think it's a little different. I'm beginning to feel increasingly possessed. Oh yes indeed I am Hers, She owns my ass, it's Her cock, Her soul, Her billy, Her pet. What I'm trying to say is that I'm growing increasingly to believe it. To trust that it isn't gonna evaporate tomorrow. This is a very good thing because once I work through this (which in my opinion takes time) I'm home free.
I love this feeling. I'm so happy!
So what the fuck does this have to do with the title of the blog entry billy? Oh yeah, the perks. As a pet you get some really nice perks and I always notice them MsGrace and I always appreciate them. As examples I'll toss out three real quick in no particular order
- MsGrace took Her time during these hectic weeks for Her to make an MP3 for jem and I on our TracerBulletBilly case.
- MsGrace gave an incredibly cool shout out to my blog during her last TeaseTime, URL and all!
- MsGrace, initially irritated but even before that, scheduled time with me last night for a call and this was not the best time for Her.
You wuuuuved me long time last night MsGrace!
::billy scuffs the dirt in front of him and blushes hard::
Thank You MsGrace!
Your billy
Friday, December 15, 2006
BattleStar: Eye of Jupiter
Well after this one BattleStar goes on hiatus until 21 Jan 07 at 10PM (stoopid Sundays), then another ten episodes in a row begin.
The chief says it's the temple of five. There are five unseen Cylon models - I wonder if there's a correlation.
The Cylon's are tricky but then so is Adama.
This episode has a lot of religious overtones in it. It's not explained how the Cylons found the planet but I agree with whats-his-name it's too coincidental that the Humans, Cylons and a star that's about to go supernova - what's behind it? God or Gods?
Boomer tells Athena (the oriental model) that Hera is still alive but sick. Athena says she doesn't believe her but the seeds of doubt have been sown.
Lots of tension among Baltar, D'Anna and Caprica 6. Caprica is being excluded and I don't like that. The Hulon (Human Cylon hybrid) was staring intently at Baltar while saying "The Chosen One"
Different sort of tension goes through spouses of Lee and Kira
OH! Are they gonna nuke the algae planet? I don't think so but I buy into this tension better than I did other episodes. Of course the episode ends with Adama giving the launch order on the nukes.
One month until we get some answers MsGrace.
The chief says it's the temple of five. There are five unseen Cylon models - I wonder if there's a correlation.
The Cylon's are tricky but then so is Adama.
This episode has a lot of religious overtones in it. It's not explained how the Cylons found the planet but I agree with whats-his-name it's too coincidental that the Humans, Cylons and a star that's about to go supernova - what's behind it? God or Gods?
Boomer tells Athena (the oriental model) that Hera is still alive but sick. Athena says she doesn't believe her but the seeds of doubt have been sown.
Lots of tension among Baltar, D'Anna and Caprica 6. Caprica is being excluded and I don't like that. The Hulon (Human Cylon hybrid) was staring intently at Baltar while saying "The Chosen One"
Different sort of tension goes through spouses of Lee and Kira
OH! Are they gonna nuke the algae planet? I don't think so but I buy into this tension better than I did other episodes. Of course the episode ends with Adama giving the launch order on the nukes.
One month until we get some answers MsGrace.
Wednesday, December 13, 2006
TracerBulletBilly: Stolen Princess Panties!
This entry was a collaborative effort brought to you by the always Incredible Princess Grace, the sparkling jem and me. Thanks MsGrace and jem for your help and in particular that mp3 MsGrace! Your pets love it so when You play with us, and to give some of Your time during this season ... WOW! OK let's play, have fun and cause trouble!
Tracer and Friday enter the agency office after having just left the start of MsGrace's TeaseTime.
Tracer says, "Friday did you get a slant at this MsGrace? That room was packed, I couldn't glom anything!"
"Um, no Tracer, as soon as that MsGrace dame came into the room, I kept getting shoved aside and crowded out! Well, except for that one drooling jerkoff boy who kept trying to squeeze my cantaloupes."
"Well how are we going to learn anything about this Mistress culture if you drag me out of a TeaseTime event? How am I going to get wise about "cock control?" As if any Tomato could ever control Tracer's cock!"
"I know what you mean Tracer, only a pathetic loser would let that happen to them! I'm so glad I'm a girl, I'm completely immune to that sort of thing."
Both Tracer and Friday have a good chuckle at anyone who would submit to a Mistress.
"Yeppers Friday, no Kitten will get her claws into Tracer. I'm always on top and in control"
"You mean like when you were almost popped like a grape by Giantess Gretchen?"
"um ... no"
"Oh then you mean when MsTara spanked your ass and stood you in the corner?"
"Dammit Friday! You know what I mean ... sheesh! So where's the skirt?"
"Oh she's not here, I wanted you to hear the message on the answering machine."
Friday presses the PLAY button
"What a voice! At least we're not gonna have to find Grandma's panties, that would be weird! She seems pretty damned determined to get those panties back! Particularly those SuperGirl panties!"
"Tracer, you wouldn't understand the personal bond a girl gets with her panties, how special they are to her."
"Of course I wouldn't Friday, do I look like a dame to you? What sort of sicko would steal all of her panties?! That's just greedy! We'll find the panty wearing, rubbing, sniffing deviant when we find the SuperGirl ones!"
"Did you hear how she tripped up over 'pretty pink panties' Tracer? She's obviously just a delicate, sensitive girl lost and helpless in this mean ol' world! It's obvious she's very shy. She needs our help!"
"Well no dish is ever going to feel violated or naked when Tracer is with her!"
"Are you gay?"
"Bite me Friday!"
Both Friday and Tracer stop talking hearing footsteps casually coming down the hall. A real looker of a brunette enters in a Versace overcoat. She looks both dark and moody and open and honest. She has gun metal gray eyes, flowing hair and a beautiful smile. Tracer likes her immediately but can't put his finger on why.
"Mr. Bullet? Did you get my message?"
"And you might be? ..."
"Oh! I'm so sorry! You may call me Grace, later, as we get to know each other, you will call me other things ... ::giggles::"
Tracer is hoping he hasn't drawn another goof ball as she hands him her overcoat. She smells faintly of cotton candy. She smells faintly of fun. Tracer stops dead in his tracks as he was starting to hang up the coat.
Grace is dressed in a tight, black leather corset, black fishnet stockings, vinyl panties and long, thigh-high black stiletto boots. She's carrying a flogger in her left hand.
"I'm sorry to have come dressed in my riding attire Mr. Bullet. I've just come from my stables. I came in such a rush I even forgot to leave my riding crop in the car."
"You own horses?" Tracer asks thinking horses mean money!
"Um, I tend to think of them as 'pets' Mr. Bullet"
She turns to Friday and lights her up with a dazzling smile, "And you must be? ..."
Friday has backed up against the wall and looks very much like those broads in the vampire movies who are about to succumb to Dracula. Extreme lust and fear alternate across her face. She can't get her name out though her jaw is flapping like a door in a hurricane.
"For the love of Mike! Her name is Friday," says Tracer in disgust at his weak willed gal pal.
Grace is slowly approaching Friday, her body moving with malice. She's still smiling but it's become quite wicked.
"Awwww Friday, whats the matter? Cat got your tongue? I think I've heard about girls like you Friday. Some girls like to play soft and sweet but others like to play very very rough. Do you like to play rough Friday?"
Friday is starting to look as nervous as a long-tailed cat in a room full of rocking chairs.
Grace has pinned Friday to the wall practically kissing her. Her right hand slowly sliding up Friday's inner thigh, the left is rubbing the handle end of the flogger slowly across Friday's lips.
"I think Friday likes to play rough Tracer ::giggles::," Grace says while never taking her eyes off of Friday. She begins to whisper to Friday just loud enough for Tracer to hear in the suddenly very quiet room, "Well Friday I'll tell you a little secret, I love to play rough with sweet little cutie pies like you. Do you want to plaaay with me? I think you doooo. If so you've got to whisper a certain word in my ear, it start's with an 'M' You have to say 'Yes ...'"
Tracer turns away, grabs Friday's iPod off the desk and hits the play button, wiping out Friday's wimpy moans and Grace's soft whispering. Devo's Whip It. Super. Tracer sits at his desk reading the paper, waiting for this to end. Over Devo telling him to "Whip it good" he suddenly hears Grace say, "Oh Friday, that's such a good girl! I love it when you call me that!! When we're alone you will always address me in that manner."
She turns away from Friday who's in some sort of catatonic state. Want and need burn across Friday's face as she starts making some kind of soft little moany sounds.
Grace comes around the desk, grabs Tracer by his Spiderman tie standing him up and says, "Mr. Bullet it's not polite to sit when a lady is still standing, although I'm never offended if you kneel ::giggles::. What are your rates for finding my panties Mr. Bullet?"
"$350/day plus expenses. We'll have to do a lot of sniffing around to find those panties I'm afraid."
She smiles softly, staring up at Tracer, "Mr. Bullet. I can't afford those rates. I need to spend my money on toys and clothes, not on silly little dicks." Tracer is reevaluating her eyes. They're much more ocean like than gun metal gray. Deep and complicated eyes. Tracer feels himself getting lost in those eyes, her voice, her. He doesn't even notice his zipper sliding down, her soft hands pulling his cock out, pulling on it, rubbing it.
She gently whispers in Tracer's ear, "I'm a pretty good judge of character Mr. Bullet. May I call you Tracer? I think you like it soft. Would you like me to be soft for you? Gentle?" Her hands continue their rhythm.
Tracer snaps to his senses and jams a roscoe into her button and says, "Close your yap you cock teasing bitch, or I squirt metal!"
Grace looks downward and Tracer follows her gaze. The head of his cock, oozing precum is rubbing across the front of her corset. Grace giggles, takes her left hand and gently raises Tracer's head until he's staring back into those beautiful eyes.
"I don't think it's metal you're about to squirt, Tracer, and that doesn't look like a roscoe to me ::giggles::"
She resumes her whispering, her rubbing and pulling, "You want me to be happy don't you? You don't want to charge me for this case, do you? I know you want to play with me Tracer, need to play with me. You have to whisper one little word in my ear, just one and you know I'll make it all better, it starts with an 'M' You have to say 'Yes ...'"
From far away, from deep inside his soul Tracer hears himself say 'the M-word'
"Awwww that's such a good boy! I so much love it when you call me that! When we're alone you will always call me that, right Tracer?"
"Yes M..."
"Shhhhh you silly little dick, we're not alone ::giggles:: I am so glad we've reached our little arrangement. Friday, front and center, snap to it girl!"
Friday snaps out of it, grabs the dame’s coat, and runs it over to her like she was shot out of a cannon.
Before Tracer even realizes it Grace is by the door with her coat on, ready to leave. He wants her to stay, needs her to stay, they have unfinished business.
"Now if you two need to reach me, you may call anytime after 10PM Eastern. Call Me at 877-518-3575. If I'm in the mood I may even pick up ::giggles:: Now I'm afraid it will cost $2/min but I know you two don't mind that, I know you want to talk to Me. I like My pets, er ... dicks, highly motivated, so until you find My panties ... no cummies! I'll send you the bill for the cleaning of my corset, Tracer."
And then just like that she was gone, leaving a scent of cotton candy still hanging in the room.
"Well that went swimmingly Friday! We're not getting paid, we can't cum until we find those damned panties and anytime we need to talk to our client it will cost us two bucks a minute! You certainly made an patsy of yourself there, Miss 'likes it rough' Friday!"
"Tracer, it's really hard to take a guy seriously when his wing-wang is hanging out the front of his pants."
As Tracer zips up, Friday heads for the phone with a look on her mug like some girl who’s prom date is two hours late picking her up. "I better make sure she got home ok ..."
"Friday, for shits sake, she just left!"
Tracer and Friday enter the agency office after having just left the start of MsGrace's TeaseTime.
Tracer says, "Friday did you get a slant at this MsGrace? That room was packed, I couldn't glom anything!"
"Um, no Tracer, as soon as that MsGrace dame came into the room, I kept getting shoved aside and crowded out! Well, except for that one drooling jerkoff boy who kept trying to squeeze my cantaloupes."
"Well how are we going to learn anything about this Mistress culture if you drag me out of a TeaseTime event? How am I going to get wise about "cock control?" As if any Tomato could ever control Tracer's cock!"
"I know what you mean Tracer, only a pathetic loser would let that happen to them! I'm so glad I'm a girl, I'm completely immune to that sort of thing."
Both Tracer and Friday have a good chuckle at anyone who would submit to a Mistress.
"Yeppers Friday, no Kitten will get her claws into Tracer. I'm always on top and in control"
"You mean like when you were almost popped like a grape by Giantess Gretchen?"
"um ... no"
"Oh then you mean when MsTara spanked your ass and stood you in the corner?"
"Dammit Friday! You know what I mean ... sheesh! So where's the skirt?"
"Oh she's not here, I wanted you to hear the message on the answering machine."
Friday presses the PLAY button
"What a voice! At least we're not gonna have to find Grandma's panties, that would be weird! She seems pretty damned determined to get those panties back! Particularly those SuperGirl panties!"
"Tracer, you wouldn't understand the personal bond a girl gets with her panties, how special they are to her."
"Of course I wouldn't Friday, do I look like a dame to you? What sort of sicko would steal all of her panties?! That's just greedy! We'll find the panty wearing, rubbing, sniffing deviant when we find the SuperGirl ones!"
"Did you hear how she tripped up over 'pretty pink panties' Tracer? She's obviously just a delicate, sensitive girl lost and helpless in this mean ol' world! It's obvious she's very shy. She needs our help!"
"Well no dish is ever going to feel violated or naked when Tracer is with her!"
"Are you gay?"
"Bite me Friday!"
Both Friday and Tracer stop talking hearing footsteps casually coming down the hall. A real looker of a brunette enters in a Versace overcoat. She looks both dark and moody and open and honest. She has gun metal gray eyes, flowing hair and a beautiful smile. Tracer likes her immediately but can't put his finger on why.
"Mr. Bullet? Did you get my message?"
"And you might be? ..."
"Oh! I'm so sorry! You may call me Grace, later, as we get to know each other, you will call me other things ... ::giggles::"
Tracer is hoping he hasn't drawn another goof ball as she hands him her overcoat. She smells faintly of cotton candy. She smells faintly of fun. Tracer stops dead in his tracks as he was starting to hang up the coat.
Grace is dressed in a tight, black leather corset, black fishnet stockings, vinyl panties and long, thigh-high black stiletto boots. She's carrying a flogger in her left hand.
"I'm sorry to have come dressed in my riding attire Mr. Bullet. I've just come from my stables. I came in such a rush I even forgot to leave my riding crop in the car."
"You own horses?" Tracer asks thinking horses mean money!
"Um, I tend to think of them as 'pets' Mr. Bullet"
She turns to Friday and lights her up with a dazzling smile, "And you must be? ..."
Friday has backed up against the wall and looks very much like those broads in the vampire movies who are about to succumb to Dracula. Extreme lust and fear alternate across her face. She can't get her name out though her jaw is flapping like a door in a hurricane.
"For the love of Mike! Her name is Friday," says Tracer in disgust at his weak willed gal pal.
Grace is slowly approaching Friday, her body moving with malice. She's still smiling but it's become quite wicked.
"Awwww Friday, whats the matter? Cat got your tongue? I think I've heard about girls like you Friday. Some girls like to play soft and sweet but others like to play very very rough. Do you like to play rough Friday?"
Friday is starting to look as nervous as a long-tailed cat in a room full of rocking chairs.
Grace has pinned Friday to the wall practically kissing her. Her right hand slowly sliding up Friday's inner thigh, the left is rubbing the handle end of the flogger slowly across Friday's lips.
"I think Friday likes to play rough Tracer ::giggles::," Grace says while never taking her eyes off of Friday. She begins to whisper to Friday just loud enough for Tracer to hear in the suddenly very quiet room, "Well Friday I'll tell you a little secret, I love to play rough with sweet little cutie pies like you. Do you want to plaaay with me? I think you doooo. If so you've got to whisper a certain word in my ear, it start's with an 'M' You have to say 'Yes ...'"
Tracer turns away, grabs Friday's iPod off the desk and hits the play button, wiping out Friday's wimpy moans and Grace's soft whispering. Devo's Whip It. Super. Tracer sits at his desk reading the paper, waiting for this to end. Over Devo telling him to "Whip it good" he suddenly hears Grace say, "Oh Friday, that's such a good girl! I love it when you call me that!! When we're alone you will always address me in that manner."
She turns away from Friday who's in some sort of catatonic state. Want and need burn across Friday's face as she starts making some kind of soft little moany sounds.
Grace comes around the desk, grabs Tracer by his Spiderman tie standing him up and says, "Mr. Bullet it's not polite to sit when a lady is still standing, although I'm never offended if you kneel ::giggles::. What are your rates for finding my panties Mr. Bullet?"
"$350/day plus expenses. We'll have to do a lot of sniffing around to find those panties I'm afraid."
She smiles softly, staring up at Tracer, "Mr. Bullet. I can't afford those rates. I need to spend my money on toys and clothes, not on silly little dicks." Tracer is reevaluating her eyes. They're much more ocean like than gun metal gray. Deep and complicated eyes. Tracer feels himself getting lost in those eyes, her voice, her. He doesn't even notice his zipper sliding down, her soft hands pulling his cock out, pulling on it, rubbing it.
She gently whispers in Tracer's ear, "I'm a pretty good judge of character Mr. Bullet. May I call you Tracer? I think you like it soft. Would you like me to be soft for you? Gentle?" Her hands continue their rhythm.
Tracer snaps to his senses and jams a roscoe into her button and says, "Close your yap you cock teasing bitch, or I squirt metal!"
Grace looks downward and Tracer follows her gaze. The head of his cock, oozing precum is rubbing across the front of her corset. Grace giggles, takes her left hand and gently raises Tracer's head until he's staring back into those beautiful eyes.
"I don't think it's metal you're about to squirt, Tracer, and that doesn't look like a roscoe to me ::giggles::"
She resumes her whispering, her rubbing and pulling, "You want me to be happy don't you? You don't want to charge me for this case, do you? I know you want to play with me Tracer, need to play with me. You have to whisper one little word in my ear, just one and you know I'll make it all better, it starts with an 'M' You have to say 'Yes ...'"
From far away, from deep inside his soul Tracer hears himself say 'the M-word'
"Awwww that's such a good boy! I so much love it when you call me that! When we're alone you will always call me that, right Tracer?"
"Yes M..."
"Shhhhh you silly little dick, we're not alone ::giggles:: I am so glad we've reached our little arrangement. Friday, front and center, snap to it girl!"
Friday snaps out of it, grabs the dame’s coat, and runs it over to her like she was shot out of a cannon.
Before Tracer even realizes it Grace is by the door with her coat on, ready to leave. He wants her to stay, needs her to stay, they have unfinished business.
"Now if you two need to reach me, you may call anytime after 10PM Eastern. Call Me at 877-518-3575. If I'm in the mood I may even pick up ::giggles:: Now I'm afraid it will cost $2/min but I know you two don't mind that, I know you want to talk to Me. I like My pets, er ... dicks, highly motivated, so until you find My panties ... no cummies! I'll send you the bill for the cleaning of my corset, Tracer."
And then just like that she was gone, leaving a scent of cotton candy still hanging in the room.
"Well that went swimmingly Friday! We're not getting paid, we can't cum until we find those damned panties and anytime we need to talk to our client it will cost us two bucks a minute! You certainly made an patsy of yourself there, Miss 'likes it rough' Friday!"
"Tracer, it's really hard to take a guy seriously when his wing-wang is hanging out the front of his pants."
As Tracer zips up, Friday heads for the phone with a look on her mug like some girl who’s prom date is two hours late picking her up. "I better make sure she got home ok ..."
"Friday, for shits sake, she just left!"
Saturday, December 09, 2006
My Princess Call
After only a minor annoyance of having some nerd project manager at Yahoo decide to bring down Yahoo's IM for six hours on a Friday night (scheduled maintenance my ass!) at what has to be a peak usage time, I managed to hook up with Princess. ::billy mutters I have plans for you my project manager pal, expect to be annoyed!::
Our calls just get better and better and better. It's been awhile since billy had so much fun!
That's it.
Except, Thank You sooooo much for such a great call MsGrace!
::soft happy smile::
Your friend, Your billy
Our calls just get better and better and better. It's been awhile since billy had so much fun!
That's it.
Except, Thank You sooooo much for such a great call MsGrace!
::soft happy smile::
Your friend, Your billy
Friday, December 08, 2006
BattleStar: Passage
Well I'm about half way through this one and I personally am not as engaged as I was with Unfinished Business last week. I remember reading an article from the writer of Passage that it felt a lot like following The Beatles.
The Eye of Jupiter, could there be a connection between the Cylon God and the Human gods? This story line I find interesting. Boy is Baltar a bright boy, and his relationship with D'Anna is interesting. I wonder if MsGrace would comment given the BSDM aspects of their relationship, is there a switch going on or potentially going on? I'm not sure but I do think she is respecting him.
He ended up touching the Human/Cylon hybrid and got some clarity from it. He doesn't believe that it's speaking babble, but it talks more like an oracle and definitely needs interpretation. Baltar perhaps?
The other story line was guiding the ships (who were out of food) through a star cluster. Kat dies, but I'm not attached to her so that story line didn't interest me much.
An OK episode but not as great as Unfinished Business in billy's opinion.
Next week is the last episode before they go over to Sundays. It's called Eye of Jupiter.
Hmmmm I can't seem to find Mittens anywhere ...
The Eye of Jupiter, could there be a connection between the Cylon God and the Human gods? This story line I find interesting. Boy is Baltar a bright boy, and his relationship with D'Anna is interesting. I wonder if MsGrace would comment given the BSDM aspects of their relationship, is there a switch going on or potentially going on? I'm not sure but I do think she is respecting him.
He ended up touching the Human/Cylon hybrid and got some clarity from it. He doesn't believe that it's speaking babble, but it talks more like an oracle and definitely needs interpretation. Baltar perhaps?
The other story line was guiding the ships (who were out of food) through a star cluster. Kat dies, but I'm not attached to her so that story line didn't interest me much.
An OK episode but not as great as Unfinished Business in billy's opinion.
Next week is the last episode before they go over to Sundays. It's called Eye of Jupiter.
Hmmmm I can't seem to find Mittens anywhere ...
Friday on the Playground
Hi there! You're the new kid on the playground aren't cha? My name's billy, what's yours?
Well it's nice to meetcha lbb! Wanna play? Come along and I'll tell you what I'm up to today on this playground. Everyday is good here but Friday's are one of my favorites. BattleStar is on and tonight, I have a date ::blush:: I particularly love date nights!
Why am I all squirmy? Well I'm wrapping up a Princess homework assignment and they are generally mental but begin to show physically after awhile. They are wonderfully naughty! She plants a little seed in your head and then sits back and watches it grow. Helps it along with a little nudge here and there but after awhile it just takes hold and you find yourself mentally edging up to it and then scampering away (you do scamper don't you?) as you feel it take hold and your want and need for Princess grows right along with it. You start to do this edging and backing away over and over again, building that want and need in layers.
Pretty soon all you want and need is Princess Herself but She still likes to plant these seeds and play with you! It is delightfully pervy and wonderfully fun. Just like Her! I promise, you will find out.
I hope She gives me more homework tonight, I'm so enjoying my little assignments!
Yeah, it is a really clean and tidy playground isn't it? We don't like trash here, we pick it up and get rid of it. You'll be expected to do your share. No trash on the playground, it's a rule!
What am I doing right now? I'm working on a musical for Princess at the moment. She loves to sing! I was working on All That Jizz but gotta sorta stuck on it so I've shelved it until it works itself out. I still want to see Princess sing the opening number very badly, "Find some lube, we're playing fast and loose, and all that jizz!" With all of her pets and fans sitting in the nightclub stroking to Her commands. Kind of a musical TeaseTime. But the climax is an image that I can't shake. I don't even have to alter the lyrics, "No I'm no one's wife but oh I love this life and aaall thaaat jiiizzzz" while everyone looses it for Her. Wanting Her and needing Her so very badly.
Well a boy can dream, I am worried about the production costs a little but we'll find funding.
What is She wearing during the number? Whatever She wants to wear. I mean you've seen Her pics right? She looks great in anything at all! I suspect sometimes She'll be in that leather corset and black vinyl panties with stilletto heeled boots and at other times the very picture of soft femininity. Whatever mood is on Her at the moment. It doesn't matter with regards to the song, believe you me Princess will deliver. She always "brings it!"
Look! There she is! Isn't she dreamy? And I just live for that smile! Oh! She waved to us!!! ::billy and lbb shyly wave back::
The other musical? Oh it's in its infancy but is based on West Side Story. I'm having trouble with the book. What do I mean? Oh the book in a musical is the actual story that the music is trying to tell. I've only got a few lines from a couple of songs worked out. Wanna hear? OK
When your Her pet your Her pet all the way
From your first cigarette to your last cum filled day ...
and
Maria ...
I just dumped a girl named Maria
Once I met Princess Grace
I told Maria to her face
Get lost ...
Yeah I know. It needs work, but it's a start!
Yeah I love it here! I've got something of a reputation for being a loose cannon but it's undeserved. I do like to frolic over here and cavort over there. There's just so much to do! So much fun to have with Princess!
Oh! Oh!
Drat! ...
I just cavorted all over myself. I do that a lot here on the playground. I better go get a mop and clean up otherwise jem will slip in it.
I know you're gonna love it here! See ya around!
Well it's nice to meetcha lbb! Wanna play? Come along and I'll tell you what I'm up to today on this playground. Everyday is good here but Friday's are one of my favorites. BattleStar is on and tonight, I have a date ::blush:: I particularly love date nights!
Why am I all squirmy? Well I'm wrapping up a Princess homework assignment and they are generally mental but begin to show physically after awhile. They are wonderfully naughty! She plants a little seed in your head and then sits back and watches it grow. Helps it along with a little nudge here and there but after awhile it just takes hold and you find yourself mentally edging up to it and then scampering away (you do scamper don't you?) as you feel it take hold and your want and need for Princess grows right along with it. You start to do this edging and backing away over and over again, building that want and need in layers.
Pretty soon all you want and need is Princess Herself but She still likes to plant these seeds and play with you! It is delightfully pervy and wonderfully fun. Just like Her! I promise, you will find out.
I hope She gives me more homework tonight, I'm so enjoying my little assignments!
Yeah, it is a really clean and tidy playground isn't it? We don't like trash here, we pick it up and get rid of it. You'll be expected to do your share. No trash on the playground, it's a rule!
What am I doing right now? I'm working on a musical for Princess at the moment. She loves to sing! I was working on All That Jizz but gotta sorta stuck on it so I've shelved it until it works itself out. I still want to see Princess sing the opening number very badly, "Find some lube, we're playing fast and loose, and all that jizz!" With all of her pets and fans sitting in the nightclub stroking to Her commands. Kind of a musical TeaseTime. But the climax is an image that I can't shake. I don't even have to alter the lyrics, "No I'm no one's wife but oh I love this life and aaall thaaat jiiizzzz" while everyone looses it for Her. Wanting Her and needing Her so very badly.
Well a boy can dream, I am worried about the production costs a little but we'll find funding.
What is She wearing during the number? Whatever She wants to wear. I mean you've seen Her pics right? She looks great in anything at all! I suspect sometimes She'll be in that leather corset and black vinyl panties with stilletto heeled boots and at other times the very picture of soft femininity. Whatever mood is on Her at the moment. It doesn't matter with regards to the song, believe you me Princess will deliver. She always "brings it!"
Look! There she is! Isn't she dreamy? And I just live for that smile! Oh! She waved to us!!! ::billy and lbb shyly wave back::
The other musical? Oh it's in its infancy but is based on West Side Story. I'm having trouble with the book. What do I mean? Oh the book in a musical is the actual story that the music is trying to tell. I've only got a few lines from a couple of songs worked out. Wanna hear? OK
When your Her pet your Her pet all the way
From your first cigarette to your last cum filled day ...
and
Maria ...
I just dumped a girl named Maria
Once I met Princess Grace
I told Maria to her face
Get lost ...
Yeah I know. It needs work, but it's a start!
Yeah I love it here! I've got something of a reputation for being a loose cannon but it's undeserved. I do like to frolic over here and cavort over there. There's just so much to do! So much fun to have with Princess!
Oh! Oh!
Drat! ...
I just cavorted all over myself. I do that a lot here on the playground. I better go get a mop and clean up otherwise jem will slip in it.
I know you're gonna love it here! See ya around!
Thursday, December 07, 2006
Almost Blue
Any of you Elvis Costello fans? I love the word-smiths, Costello, Aimee Mann, Fiona Apple. As I've noted in other posts I have ::ahem:: something of a dark side and when the mood is on me I entertain dark destructive thoughts that make someone as sweet and sunny as jem nervous and skittish just by me mentioning them. In a sense it's a venting mechanism, if I don't occasionally give these thoughts voice then they tend to build into actionable impulses.
I'm structuring this post as an open letter to MsGrace because I want my friends to understand me better. This would be the type of email She would receive from me on such a matter ...
Dearest MsGrace,
One of my favorite dark fantasies is ripping this blog apart, giving You the finger and burning as many bridges as I can before exiting this wonderful beautiful playground. Unnecessarily flaming out. Super, huh? Well it's my demon and You (You are an angel to billy) help me fight it just by being who You are and what You've come to mean to goofy funny conflicted dark billy. I let that fantasy run to the next step, after the "fun" is over and envision billy calling another service and speaking with another girl, at that point Costello and You crush this demon like the bug it is.
Almost blue,
Almost doing things we use to do
There's a girl here and she's almost You
Almost
I know that I can never go to another service or cheat on You in any sense of that word. Not in my heart nor by deed. One of the many reasons why is "Almost Grace" will never, ever do after having a taste of the real thing. What we already have is far more than I ever dreamed I could achieve. I might be "the crazy one" but I'm not stupid or insane. I know what I have here!
I've made promises both implicit and explicit to You, I fully intend to keep them. Just watch me. It's gonna happen.
And now that I've exposed this terrible demon under the bright, warm light that is You, the light that burns oh-so-brightly and brought this little moth to You in the first place, well it looks sorta silly to me now. Not so terrible, pretty tiny. I may need to "pants" other ones (or even this one again) in the future on Your playground. I know You don't mind, would want me to.
I mean look at billy's mean, nasty destructive demon. It looks sort of embarrassed, sorta shy at being exposed in this manner. Awwww, you're just the cutest demon in the whole wide world! Yes you are ...
As You know I'm ...
Your teapot, Your pet, Your friend, Your billy
PS: I'll try and lighten up here now, I see jem edging away.
I'm structuring this post as an open letter to MsGrace because I want my friends to understand me better. This would be the type of email She would receive from me on such a matter ...
Dearest MsGrace,
One of my favorite dark fantasies is ripping this blog apart, giving You the finger and burning as many bridges as I can before exiting this wonderful beautiful playground. Unnecessarily flaming out. Super, huh? Well it's my demon and You (You are an angel to billy) help me fight it just by being who You are and what You've come to mean to goofy funny conflicted dark billy. I let that fantasy run to the next step, after the "fun" is over and envision billy calling another service and speaking with another girl, at that point Costello and You crush this demon like the bug it is.
Almost blue,
Almost doing things we use to do
There's a girl here and she's almost You
Almost
I know that I can never go to another service or cheat on You in any sense of that word. Not in my heart nor by deed. One of the many reasons why is "Almost Grace" will never, ever do after having a taste of the real thing. What we already have is far more than I ever dreamed I could achieve. I might be "the crazy one" but I'm not stupid or insane. I know what I have here!
I've made promises both implicit and explicit to You, I fully intend to keep them. Just watch me. It's gonna happen.
And now that I've exposed this terrible demon under the bright, warm light that is You, the light that burns oh-so-brightly and brought this little moth to You in the first place, well it looks sorta silly to me now. Not so terrible, pretty tiny. I may need to "pants" other ones (or even this one again) in the future on Your playground. I know You don't mind, would want me to.
I mean look at billy's mean, nasty destructive demon. It looks sort of embarrassed, sorta shy at being exposed in this manner. Awwww, you're just the cutest demon in the whole wide world! Yes you are ...
As You know I'm ...
Your teapot, Your pet, Your friend, Your billy
PS: I'll try and lighten up here now, I see jem edging away.
Wednesday, December 06, 2006
Are we there yet?!!
This is the second part of what I was going to post in my "Assignments" entry.
During the call I'm getting more and more in MsGrace's ear about how to make this wonderful connection I feel with Her even tighter, how to become even more tightly bound to Her. That connection of ours I pay real close attention to, polish it, tend to it, help it grow in anyway I can think of. Bore my readers with my constant, never ending, navel picking fascination with it.
To MsGrace I probably sound like a truculent six year old sitting in the back of the car whining, "MsGrace, are we there yet?!" minutes after leaving on our trip together.
She tells me, "It doesn't work that way ..."
I mask my disappointment by snatching the purring "Mittens" off my lap and flinging her across the room. "Oh, I see ..." not seeing anything at all.
MsGrace says (I'm paraphrasing) that it's a little different for everyone but that there's nothing specific She or Her pet can do about it. It's organic and grows stronger over time, the longer they get to know each other the better it gets or it stays the same but generally gets better.
What I took away from that is that was MsGrace and I are now into the part of our relationship that is the long haul. I think we're both very pleasantly surprised to be here. What I mean by "here" is the realization on both of our ends that both of us are very, very serious about doing what we can to hang out together as long as we can (we're believing and trusting each other on that, and there's a bit of a leap in there). The long haul. We're becoming good friends.
This "connection" is my metaphor for that growing friendship. I care for MsGrace (sorry, to coin one of MsGrace's phrases, I'm getting sorta "mushy gushy" here, and I've had plenty of sleep). So if I do get bitch-slapped by the RealWorld I still plan to do my best to keep in touch with Her in some manner. She's my friend you see?
Which brings what She was trying to tell me earlier into a different light. Where we both plan to go there isn't a road map, there isn't a next step. Our little connection is now at the point where it just happens and hopefully gets better and better. And it's different for each of Her pets.
I don't think I ever want to get there with MsGrace, because if we do then our journey is over.
I'm uncertain if I got this right or not, I hope I didn't turn it into what I wanted to hear as opposed to what was said, but if I did then MsGrace at least knows how I feel about this connection of ours.
During the call I'm getting more and more in MsGrace's ear about how to make this wonderful connection I feel with Her even tighter, how to become even more tightly bound to Her. That connection of ours I pay real close attention to, polish it, tend to it, help it grow in anyway I can think of. Bore my readers with my constant, never ending, navel picking fascination with it.
To MsGrace I probably sound like a truculent six year old sitting in the back of the car whining, "MsGrace, are we there yet?!" minutes after leaving on our trip together.
She tells me, "It doesn't work that way ..."
I mask my disappointment by snatching the purring "Mittens" off my lap and flinging her across the room. "Oh, I see ..." not seeing anything at all.
MsGrace says (I'm paraphrasing) that it's a little different for everyone but that there's nothing specific She or Her pet can do about it. It's organic and grows stronger over time, the longer they get to know each other the better it gets or it stays the same but generally gets better.
What I took away from that is that was MsGrace and I are now into the part of our relationship that is the long haul. I think we're both very pleasantly surprised to be here. What I mean by "here" is the realization on both of our ends that both of us are very, very serious about doing what we can to hang out together as long as we can (we're believing and trusting each other on that, and there's a bit of a leap in there). The long haul. We're becoming good friends.
This "connection" is my metaphor for that growing friendship. I care for MsGrace (sorry, to coin one of MsGrace's phrases, I'm getting sorta "mushy gushy" here, and I've had plenty of sleep). So if I do get bitch-slapped by the RealWorld I still plan to do my best to keep in touch with Her in some manner. She's my friend you see?
Which brings what She was trying to tell me earlier into a different light. Where we both plan to go there isn't a road map, there isn't a next step. Our little connection is now at the point where it just happens and hopefully gets better and better. And it's different for each of Her pets.
I don't think I ever want to get there with MsGrace, because if we do then our journey is over.
I'm uncertain if I got this right or not, I hope I didn't turn it into what I wanted to hear as opposed to what was said, but if I did then MsGrace at least knows how I feel about this connection of ours.
Sunday, December 03, 2006
TracerBulletBilly Gunplay in the Chat Room!
Please read jems entry on last nights pandemonium here. It's a hoot!
Tracer plops into his chair at his office and immediately shoots right back up. His ass isn't ready for quality chair time yet. He absentmindedly scratches his poison ivy rash and adjusts the ace bandages covering his ribs.
It was a long hard night for Tracer. He pours a stiff shot of bourbon into a dirty glass and lights a cig wondering how this case got so out of control. It's the dame, she set him up and he's gonna find out why.
His Girl Friday limps into the office leaning on a crutch, a cane and shoving a walker in front of her with a folder balanced precariously on the front of it.
"Finally finished the background check on the dame, Tracer. I would have been quicker if you hadn't shot me in the knee last night. That and the fact that my nails are so long I can't type."
"Oh for shits sake Jemmie it was a water pistol for crying out loud! Have you seen the ER bills?" mutters Tracer as he walks over to turtle moving Jemmie and grabs the folder off the walker before it falls on the floor. "Take a seat, at least one of us can sit down!"
Tracer opens the folder, takes a slug of bourbon and lets his mind drift back to that hellish night not even twenty four hours past ...
There had been another Giantess Gretchen sighting and jem and I had raced over to the chatroom to maybe get to the bottom of this case once and for all but we had missed her. However we were in luck because MsTara was there. I quickly read her bio but I was pretty sure she wasn't the Giantess Gretchen incognito, but I had to ask. Practice makes perfect.
I explain what a dick I am to MsTara and She apparently agrees that I make a pretty good one. I bring Her up to speed on the case to date and ask if I can ask Her some questions.
"Oh this should be rich, go ahead."
"MsTara have you ever been 'belted by gamma rays'?"
"Nope."
"Have you ever been on a picnic with your boytoy or a pet and maybe strayed a little too close to an Army nuclear test facility when they set an A-bomb off?"
"I'm not a moron. Of course not."
Sweat breaks out across my forehead. Why is She getting mad? They're simple questions. I notice ace and my Girl Friday edging away, isolating me in Her field of vision.
"Um, didn't mean to infer you were MsTara. Sometimes accidents happen. The Geiger counter is reading effectively zero. I guess You're not the one I'm looking for."
Her rage is mysteriously rising. Ace and jemmie are crouched behind the couch and I start backing away as She advances on me.
"Are you accusing Me of cheating with a married man?! Are you accusing Me of being Giantess Gretchen?"
I ponder asking for a show of hands on the number of married men in the room but decided that might not help matters much. I begin some sort of happy babble that seems to defuse the situation, something about having just cleared Her and that maybe it would be a good idea to move on to another Mistress like maybe MsAlly. I told Her that MsAlly can turn Herself invisible so She might be able to turn Herself into a giant woman too. While I'm spewing this crap out I'm joining jem and ace behind the couch, figuring out of sight out of mind.
MsTara seems willing to let the matter drop until my gal pal Friday jumps up from behind the couch and says, "Here he is MsTara!"
Well I've had enough of Baltar_takenByPrincessGrace at that point. I stand up next to her, bellow out, "YOU FUCKER" and put a round into her knee. Jemmie drops to the floor like a ton of bricks screaming holy hell and I'm utterly mystified. It's a water pistol! Now I don't know how the water in the gun dissolved the cheap assed pantyhose she's wearing where I hit her in the knee but that hardly matters. Jemmie is playing it for all it's worth and the room has gone quiet except for her candy ass moaning.
MsTara erupts, "Tracer that was completely uncalled for!!!"
I start trying to babble out the back story that there was a reason for it. If only MsTara had seen jemmie's behavior on Giantess Island, She would have shot jemmie Herself. She's having none of it. I'm backing rapidly away towards a wall when She does some voodoo Jedi mind-trick thing and suddenly She has my gun leveled on me.
"Tell me the name of the dame!" I note for a hippie chick She's quite adept with a sidearm. As She's asking me this She's reloading the water pistol with some super cheap perfume She got from jemmie's purse.
I draw my other forty-five and level it at a Mistress. Sheesh it's obvious I have completely lost my mind at that point I just didn't know it then, I'm trying to get control of the situation. Ace, my buddy, is asking for a gun. I tell him there's one in my ankle holster while keeping my total attention on MsTara. He grabs it and points it at me.
Super.
Things are getting confusing at this point in time. There's all sorts of babble flowing past me but I'm focused on what MsTara will say next. I do note however that jemmie is doing her best to keep MsTara's focus on me. That's my Gal Friday!
MsTara shoots me. The unspeakable stench of jemmie's perfume fills my nostrils. I briefly consider giving her a raise so that she can afford something better but before I can further pursue these thoughts my Starbuck aspect takes over. I give MsTara "the grin" and shoot Her right in the center of that cute sundress she's wearing with a stream of Evian water.
Deathly quiet fills the chatroom. I instantly realize my mistake. I am so far over the line I just hope to survive the encounter. I drop the gun to the floor.
MsTara is shaking with rage, "I have had quite enough! Tracer get your ass over here!"
"Yes MsTara"
She delivers the butt whopping to me and some other dude who got carried away but I don't know the nature of his crimes. We completely and richly deserve our fate and She tells us to stand in the corner for five minutes. I'm quietly grateful I got off so lightly.
So here I am back in the office reading the dame file and pondering the case. My Gal Friday is suing me. I have a Giant woman and a Mistress fairly irritated at me. I have broken ribs, a hellish case of poison ivy and the aroma of jemmie's perfume to keep me company.
This is when the dame decides to enter the office. She wants an update on how the case is going and has brought another bundle of cash and that fucking dog of hers. I make up my mind then and there.
"You might have mentioned to me that you were a nutjob-fruit-cake before I took this case."
"Why Mr. Bullet whatever do you mean?"
"You're not even married!" I say pointing to the background file.
"I'm not? Oh how silly of me! That's hot! ::giggling:: I hope I haven't caused you too much trouble Mr. Bullet. I would like you to continue with the investigation" and she throws a huge wad of cash on the table.
"Look schweetheart, you might have all the money in the world from your daddy's hotel chain, but you and your sister are a little odd from Tracer's point of view. Get the fuck out of my office. This case is closed!"
She smirks, grabs the cash, making jem cry, and heads to the door with this crappy runway model strut. I quietly pull my real forty-five out of the drawer and shoot her in the back of her knee. I then toss the gun to jem who stupidly catches it, covering it with her finger prints which should motivate her in cleaning up this mess.
"Jem shoot her full of that forget me juice we keep in the fridge, drag her pitiful excuse for an ass to the usual location where that Spears chick hangs out, clean up this mess, take her money and buy some better grade of perfume OK? Oh and feel free to cap that fucking chihuahua if the mood's upon you."
The first case of TracerBulletBilly is now officially closed!
So if you're looking for a dick, I'm for hire but nothing to do with the Mistresses, they're too much for Tracer to handle!
Saturday, December 02, 2006
Assignments
I was going to originally put two things in this post that MsGrace asked me to relate but this post (which is fun) ran too long so I'm going to put up the other thing in a separate post in a day or two.
MsGrace asked me to relay a RealWorld experience I had because She liked the way I handled it. To do that I have to give a little back ground. Here goes ...
I think MsGrace and I have stumbled across really fun way for billy to get homework assignments! What Keith Richards calls a "Happy Accident." If I "loose" in the fantasy we're rolling and I don't have to loose, but if I do there are consequences.
We were deep into the fantasy that I had sent Her last time when MsGrace whispers in Her pet's ear, "Now if you loose you have to go to a department store like Sears or Penny's and purchase two pair of panties in your size from the Junior Miss section. Only the panties and nothing more." I'm totally into the fantasy and going "Yes MsGrace" when it hits me what She's saying and I break out of the fantasy all together.
"Really?!"
"Yessss, really!!!"
I drop right back into the fantasy (this is easy for me, is it easy for you? just curious) but now the stakes are higher in our "game." If I "loose" (and that's as accurate a term as I can muster but it's more complicated than that, fuck it, get your own game I don't have to 'splain mine BIG SMILE) there are RealWorld consequences! It dialed up the fantasy's intensity way, way high. I'm playing harder than I was because I'm not real sure I want to do what was asked. I haven't experienced that before.
How cool is that? How awesome is She?
Now I didn't think Her assignment through at the time but with 20-20 hindsight it's apparent that MsGrace is remarkably devious in making sure that billy gets the full experience, gets what he paid for! First of all Penny's or Sears is not Victoria Secrets, they sell the more day to day stuff. This subtly removes the "I'm shopping for my wife/girl friend" saw. Putting poor unknowing billy in the junior miss section of the store greatly increases his chances on encountering a younger "hipper" clerk than in the "mom" section or whatever they call it. And she knows that I don't have a clue as to what my size is but I'll have to figure that out. Finally purchasing only the panties pretty much calls attention to that little fact doesn't it?
Now I don't know what these panties are for, I mean She hadn't said explicitly what to do with them, just get them. Now I'm not a total idiot I have an idea but then again I'm rapidly learning that when you play games with MsGrace you could be really off on your assumptions. That She just might have something far more pervy-er in mind than you could possibly guess. She's always surprising me with Her insight into me. She really understands what I want and need in my fantasies with Her, heck in my fantasies in general.
Anyway I "lost." I'm game, I "hop-hop-hop" over to J. C. Penny.
Now I took a late lunch lunch from work and end up over there around 1:30PM on a Tuesday or Wednesday because I really didn't want a crowd watching billy deal with his assignment. So after finally finding the Junior Miss section and doing a few preliminary fly byes getting the lay of the land I swoop into the panty section. Such variety and colors and prints and styles and materials! What's a poor billy to do? I hunker down and start to study the options. It takes awhile, about a half an hour of wondering around and deciding and I pick my two pair (by "Flirt" and that's all the detail you get, MsGrace knows all about the particulars) and head to the counter. This is where the fun starts.
The counter is staffed by this bored college aged girl anywhere from 19 to 21 in age I'd guess. I dimly recall the age and I think it applies to both sexes but you've got this kinda superiority attitude going on. That you're oh-so experienced, seen it all kind of thing. Her name is "Jessica" (I'm a name tag reader) and she's been watching me meander about the panty section for awhile. Too bored to come over and help mind you but keeping an eye on pervy billy.
She picks up one of the pair of panties, kind of presenting them to me, makes eye contact and says, "Can I ask you a question?" Now when I told MsGrace that she sounded kind of shocked, "They're not suppose to do that!" I guess there's some sort of don't ask don't tell thing going on in ladies lingerie.
Now I immediately know what's going on with that question! My new found friend and holder of my deepest secrets wants a little story she can giggle about with her girlfriends later. She wants to hear what lame excuse billy will come up with, how embarrassed she can get billy. My Panty Princess Jessica is oh-so looking forward to my reply so she can suppress her giggles in front of me and tell her pals!
I'm not pissed off. I'm fucking amused at this child. She wants to play? Okey-Dokey.
I don't break eye contact and reply, "I assume you want to ask me something about those panties you're holding in your hand Jessica. Tell you what, you answer one question from me and I'll tell you all you want to know. OK?"
She pinks up so pretty! She also thinks she still holds the upper hand here that she can salvage the situation. I just love that! My Pretty Pink Panty Princess Pal Jessica, holder of my deepest secrets and dark desires, actually thinks I give a shit what she thinks about me. That for some reason her opinion of me would actually matter to me. She is sooooo cute!
She nods yes.
"What color of panties are you wearing Jessica?"
She pauses. I don't think she's trying to make something up (don't really care though) but she actually has to think about what pair she threw on this morning. I'm kinda falling in like with oh-so-innocent oopps I'm over my head Panty Princess Jessica.
"Pink"
"OK your turn whatcha wanna know?"
She's going from pink to red now realizing that she might not get a story out of this after all. That the only one currently giggling is billy. She starts ringing me out.
"Are these panties for you?"
"Why yes they are Jessica. I have a Mistress and She instructed me to purchase these panties in my size. I plan on seeing her this Friday. I'm guessing she's going to make me wear them but to be really honest with you Jessica, I have no idea what she intends for me to do with them. Anything else?"
Poor Panty Princess Pal Jessica has just had her horizons expanded in a manner she didn't intend. Yes Jessica there are pervs with Mistresses out there who actually enjoy being pervs along with the women who actually enjoy perverting them! She's completely broken eye contact, staring down at the counter top about as red as I imagine she can get. She hands me my bag and I go.
One of the things I want my gentle readers to notice is how frequently I used her name in our conversation. It's quite a weapon. She has no idea what my name is, billy is paying in cash. I'm about as much of a cypher as I can be to her.
MsGrace that was an incredible experience for billy! I doubt You intended it quite to go that way ::goofy Starbuck grin:: but I think You knew billy could handle it.
Wuvs you soooo much MsGrace! Having sooooo much fun playing with You!
Your billy
PS: I picked up another assignment last night from MsGrace. If She decides that I should relate that RealWorld experience then I will, otherwise billy's lips are sealed :-)
MsGrace asked me to relay a RealWorld experience I had because She liked the way I handled it. To do that I have to give a little back ground. Here goes ...
I think MsGrace and I have stumbled across really fun way for billy to get homework assignments! What Keith Richards calls a "Happy Accident." If I "loose" in the fantasy we're rolling and I don't have to loose, but if I do there are consequences.
We were deep into the fantasy that I had sent Her last time when MsGrace whispers in Her pet's ear, "Now if you loose you have to go to a department store like Sears or Penny's and purchase two pair of panties in your size from the Junior Miss section. Only the panties and nothing more." I'm totally into the fantasy and going "Yes MsGrace" when it hits me what She's saying and I break out of the fantasy all together.
"Really?!"
"Yessss, really!!!"
I drop right back into the fantasy (this is easy for me, is it easy for you? just curious) but now the stakes are higher in our "game." If I "loose" (and that's as accurate a term as I can muster but it's more complicated than that, fuck it, get your own game I don't have to 'splain mine BIG SMILE) there are RealWorld consequences! It dialed up the fantasy's intensity way, way high. I'm playing harder than I was because I'm not real sure I want to do what was asked. I haven't experienced that before.
How cool is that? How awesome is She?
Now I didn't think Her assignment through at the time but with 20-20 hindsight it's apparent that MsGrace is remarkably devious in making sure that billy gets the full experience, gets what he paid for! First of all Penny's or Sears is not Victoria Secrets, they sell the more day to day stuff. This subtly removes the "I'm shopping for my wife/girl friend" saw. Putting poor unknowing billy in the junior miss section of the store greatly increases his chances on encountering a younger "hipper" clerk than in the "mom" section or whatever they call it. And she knows that I don't have a clue as to what my size is but I'll have to figure that out. Finally purchasing only the panties pretty much calls attention to that little fact doesn't it?
Now I don't know what these panties are for, I mean She hadn't said explicitly what to do with them, just get them. Now I'm not a total idiot I have an idea but then again I'm rapidly learning that when you play games with MsGrace you could be really off on your assumptions. That She just might have something far more pervy-er in mind than you could possibly guess. She's always surprising me with Her insight into me. She really understands what I want and need in my fantasies with Her, heck in my fantasies in general.
Anyway I "lost." I'm game, I "hop-hop-hop" over to J. C. Penny.
Now I took a late lunch lunch from work and end up over there around 1:30PM on a Tuesday or Wednesday because I really didn't want a crowd watching billy deal with his assignment. So after finally finding the Junior Miss section and doing a few preliminary fly byes getting the lay of the land I swoop into the panty section. Such variety and colors and prints and styles and materials! What's a poor billy to do? I hunker down and start to study the options. It takes awhile, about a half an hour of wondering around and deciding and I pick my two pair (by "Flirt" and that's all the detail you get, MsGrace knows all about the particulars) and head to the counter. This is where the fun starts.
The counter is staffed by this bored college aged girl anywhere from 19 to 21 in age I'd guess. I dimly recall the age and I think it applies to both sexes but you've got this kinda superiority attitude going on. That you're oh-so experienced, seen it all kind of thing. Her name is "Jessica" (I'm a name tag reader) and she's been watching me meander about the panty section for awhile. Too bored to come over and help mind you but keeping an eye on pervy billy.
She picks up one of the pair of panties, kind of presenting them to me, makes eye contact and says, "Can I ask you a question?" Now when I told MsGrace that she sounded kind of shocked, "They're not suppose to do that!" I guess there's some sort of don't ask don't tell thing going on in ladies lingerie.
Now I immediately know what's going on with that question! My new found friend and holder of my deepest secrets wants a little story she can giggle about with her girlfriends later. She wants to hear what lame excuse billy will come up with, how embarrassed she can get billy. My Panty Princess Jessica is oh-so looking forward to my reply so she can suppress her giggles in front of me and tell her pals!
I'm not pissed off. I'm fucking amused at this child. She wants to play? Okey-Dokey.
I don't break eye contact and reply, "I assume you want to ask me something about those panties you're holding in your hand Jessica. Tell you what, you answer one question from me and I'll tell you all you want to know. OK?"
She pinks up so pretty! She also thinks she still holds the upper hand here that she can salvage the situation. I just love that! My Pretty Pink Panty Princess Pal Jessica, holder of my deepest secrets and dark desires, actually thinks I give a shit what she thinks about me. That for some reason her opinion of me would actually matter to me. She is sooooo cute!
She nods yes.
"What color of panties are you wearing Jessica?"
She pauses. I don't think she's trying to make something up (don't really care though) but she actually has to think about what pair she threw on this morning. I'm kinda falling in like with oh-so-innocent oopps I'm over my head Panty Princess Jessica.
"Pink"
"OK your turn whatcha wanna know?"
She's going from pink to red now realizing that she might not get a story out of this after all. That the only one currently giggling is billy. She starts ringing me out.
"Are these panties for you?"
"Why yes they are Jessica. I have a Mistress and She instructed me to purchase these panties in my size. I plan on seeing her this Friday. I'm guessing she's going to make me wear them but to be really honest with you Jessica, I have no idea what she intends for me to do with them. Anything else?"
Poor Panty Princess Pal Jessica has just had her horizons expanded in a manner she didn't intend. Yes Jessica there are pervs with Mistresses out there who actually enjoy being pervs along with the women who actually enjoy perverting them! She's completely broken eye contact, staring down at the counter top about as red as I imagine she can get. She hands me my bag and I go.
One of the things I want my gentle readers to notice is how frequently I used her name in our conversation. It's quite a weapon. She has no idea what my name is, billy is paying in cash. I'm about as much of a cypher as I can be to her.
MsGrace that was an incredible experience for billy! I doubt You intended it quite to go that way ::goofy Starbuck grin:: but I think You knew billy could handle it.
Wuvs you soooo much MsGrace! Having sooooo much fun playing with You!
Your billy
PS: I picked up another assignment last night from MsGrace. If She decides that I should relate that RealWorld experience then I will, otherwise billy's lips are sealed :-)
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