I recently had a nightmare where I was trying to reach MsGrace for a little playtime.
Welcome to Princess Grace's hot and steamy phonesex. To allow her to better service you please select from one of the following options:
Press one if you like panties
Press two if you like footwear
Press three if you like diapers
Press four if you like pain
Press five if you like earwax
Press six if you are daddy
Press seven if you like teasing
Press eight if you like forced feminization
Press nine if you like humiliation
Press zero if you are a nut-job fruitcake
hmmm I'm feeling sort of bossy tonight ...
::beep:: You have selected 'You are daddy'
Press one if you are daddy in panties
Press two if you are daddy in diapers
Press three if you are disappointed daddy spanking Princess
Press four if you are a bad daddy who needs a spanking
Press five if you are Appalachian Mommy/Daddy
Press six if you are 'Big Daddy' pimp
Press seven if you are little tiny daddy doll
Press eight if you are bound and gagged daddy
Press nine if you are pretty pretty princess daddy
Press zero if you are nut-job fruitcake daddy
ohhhh option three, that cock teasing BITCH of a Princess needs a good spanking after all of those TeaseTimes!
::beep:: you have selected 'you are disappointed daddy spanking Princess'
Fat chance ::dial tone::
Shit!! Quickly enters 1-877-518-3575
Welcome to Princess Grace's hot and steamy phonesex. To allow her to better service you please select from one of the following options ...
I better be more systematic about this!
::beep:: you have selected 'you like panties'
Press one if you like to wear little girl panties
Press two if you want Princess to wear little girl panties
Press three if you sniff little girl panties
Press four if you like to wear big girl panties
Press five if you want Princess to wear big girl panties
Press six if you sniff big girl panties
Press seven if you want everybody to wear panties
Press eight if you want to stroke with little girl panties
Press nine if you want to stroke with big girl panties
Press zero if you are a nut-job fruitcake with a 'thing' about panties
Let's keep systematic here ...
::beep:: you have selected 'you like to wear little girl panties'
Do you want to cum? Press one for yes, two for no
::BEEEEEEPP::
you have selected 'you like to wear little girl panties' and want to cum
Fat chance ::dial tone::
Shit!! Quickly enters 1-877-518-3575
Welcome to Princess Grace's hot and steamy phonesex. To allow her to better service you please select from one of the following options ...
On and on through the night ... entering Her number ... working through the options, wanting and needing to talk with Her ...
Finally I got through, I don't recall the options selected, doesn't matter, Her phone was ringing!!!
"Hello? BillyBear!!! Oh how I've missed talking with you sweetie!!! How are you?"
"Much better now that I have you on the line Princess!"
"So .."
The alarm goes off, I wake up exhausted and oddly happy that I at least, for a few seconds I got to hear Her voice and how happy She was to hear from me.
Tuesday, February 27, 2007
Sunday, February 25, 2007
BattleStar: Dirty Hands
I saw Princess got all the way up to #4 this week in Phonesex Central and She's been busy painting. I wonder if it's that portrait of billybear ... probably. Anyway Princess, that's GREAT, and if you all have a minute, please vote - thanks!
Well while channel surfing I discovered the 538th Academy Awards were on tonight. The Oscars! Who knew?
That explains why we have a filler episode here. It hasn't aired yet but at least I can follow their reasoning on this, um a little. I watched Randy Newman with an OK song from Cars followed by Melissa Etheridge lecture us through song about the environment and then shock of shocks Al Gore strolls out with Leo DiCaprio for more Hollywood 'message.'
I took it to heart and went out and burned a tire to show my support.
To be frank I care about the environment, blah, blah, blah but I do NOT tune into the Oscars to be lectured by a bunch of pinheads about anything. I tune in to be entertained. Not to be berated by some idiot who suddenly has the mike. Ummm kinda like what I'm doing now - LMAO
Shows on lets see ...
People are in mission critical roles and are not being allowed to enter flight training.
"You're always welcome in one of my beds." - The flirtation between Adama and Laura continues.
Work conditions are bad and people are complaining. Baltar has reprinted a book, My Triumph, My Mistakes by Giaus Baltar and things are bad enough that people are reading it. It's seeding discontent. Laura is dying to see how it ends - LOL A little Six in His Head time too. Someone buy Baltar a razor, sheesh.
This is a better episode than I thought. Laura has a classic resource problem spread across thousands. Baltar's farm accent was terrible - LOL
There sure is a lot of manual labor for so much technology in the future. I'm thinking of the dumping of the powder here and a conveyer belt? They're a little heavy handed on the Dickens here.
The chief just called a general strike. So the deck hands on Galactica are also on strike. That's complicated and Adama just threatened to shoot the mutineers but it's an empty threat. Who's he gonna replace them with? - off to commercial
Adama is going to shoot Kelly, the Chief's wife. I was wrong Adama is not fraking around here. The Chief backs down. Adama is giving the chief face time with the president.
Low level jobs (cleaning hauling etc) will be spread across the 'classes' I look forward to seeing Laura pushing a mop. Chief will be the union leader. One of the "knuckle dragger's" is being moved up to flight school. Kind of reminded me of An Officer and a Gentleman - lol
Bonus scene - nada really a hint that things didn't change but remained the same, welcome to management Chief!
Next week it begins - Maelstrom - which is defined as a powerful whirlpool. Hmmmmm. Like Starbuck's painting? But what does it mean?
Well while channel surfing I discovered the 538th Academy Awards were on tonight. The Oscars! Who knew?
That explains why we have a filler episode here. It hasn't aired yet but at least I can follow their reasoning on this, um a little. I watched Randy Newman with an OK song from Cars followed by Melissa Etheridge lecture us through song about the environment and then shock of shocks Al Gore strolls out with Leo DiCaprio for more Hollywood 'message.'
I took it to heart and went out and burned a tire to show my support.
To be frank I care about the environment, blah, blah, blah but I do NOT tune into the Oscars to be lectured by a bunch of pinheads about anything. I tune in to be entertained. Not to be berated by some idiot who suddenly has the mike. Ummm kinda like what I'm doing now - LMAO
Shows on lets see ...
People are in mission critical roles and are not being allowed to enter flight training.
"You're always welcome in one of my beds." - The flirtation between Adama and Laura continues.
Work conditions are bad and people are complaining. Baltar has reprinted a book, My Triumph, My Mistakes by Giaus Baltar and things are bad enough that people are reading it. It's seeding discontent. Laura is dying to see how it ends - LOL A little Six in His Head time too. Someone buy Baltar a razor, sheesh.
This is a better episode than I thought. Laura has a classic resource problem spread across thousands. Baltar's farm accent was terrible - LOL
There sure is a lot of manual labor for so much technology in the future. I'm thinking of the dumping of the powder here and a conveyer belt? They're a little heavy handed on the Dickens here.
The chief just called a general strike. So the deck hands on Galactica are also on strike. That's complicated and Adama just threatened to shoot the mutineers but it's an empty threat. Who's he gonna replace them with? - off to commercial
Adama is going to shoot Kelly, the Chief's wife. I was wrong Adama is not fraking around here. The Chief backs down. Adama is giving the chief face time with the president.
Low level jobs (cleaning hauling etc) will be spread across the 'classes' I look forward to seeing Laura pushing a mop. Chief will be the union leader. One of the "knuckle dragger's" is being moved up to flight school. Kind of reminded me of An Officer and a Gentleman - lol
Bonus scene - nada really a hint that things didn't change but remained the same, welcome to management Chief!
Next week it begins - Maelstrom - which is defined as a powerful whirlpool. Hmmmmm. Like Starbuck's painting? But what does it mean?
Friday, February 23, 2007
Incense and Princessmints
I head off to vote before entering the room. Oh what a night! Jem's thoughts can be found here.
I thought it would be fun to set up a kool-aid stand at MsGrace's TeaseTime and hilarity ensued. I came up with three flavors, "Pink" "Electric Pink" and "Snake Oil." The snake oil recipe is tricky at best, and I sorta screwed it up. Eh good enough for government work and who likes snake oil anyway?
I hastily erected my stand just in time the room was filling up with Merry Pranksters, arriving on their magic bus coming to see the fantastic MsGrace.
The Merry Pranksters arrive for TeaseTime
The room is in an uproar filled with thirsty pranksters and fans. Most seem to want "Pink" with "Electric Pink" a close second. I was getting ready to throw away the last dixie cup of "Snake Oil" when The Princess entered the room. She looks so hot, so happy, so relaxed after Her recent spa visit that I'm thinking, "Man! That's a long cool glass of water!" and my mouth goes dry and my heart goes "athumpa aTHUMPa!" so I just swigged that Snake Oil right down.
And then I died.
Dying sucks. A little heads up on that. Dying REALLY sucks when Princess is in the room. She's prancing around the room smiling and laughing and really looking hot, so you know I reach on down to give my wing-wang a little tug, a reassuring squeeze (yes she's really here, settle down) and my hand passes clean through it!
What's this noise? I can't touch myself and the absolute best cock teasing bitch on the planet is in the room. What circle of hell is this? I don't remember Dante describing this! And there's this noise, this horrible indescribable drone, like your favorite Princess MP3 being played over and over in your mom's voice. It was awful!
Well I'm sorta bitching about my condition when jem trips over my corpse, falls flat on her face and manages to end up with a mouthful of pretty Princess toes in her mouth, muffling her trademark "eeeeek" This gets Princesses attention. She yanks her toes from jem's mouth and says, "awwww billybear come over here and suck my toes."
I float my pathetic whiny ass over to Her, already salivating at those wiggling little wonders of pink perfection, Her new nail polish unparalleled. Princess is sitting on Her throne, legs crossed, dangling Her foot. Her large doe eyes locked on mine, Her lips in a small pout of a smile, Her body language screams, "Pleasure Me boy!"
My mouth passes clean through Her foot. I start to cry. "Oh now this really sucks! What good am I to my Mistress if I'm only half-here? Of what use am I to Her, how can I delight? Please? Play with?" I float back to my corpse and bury my head in my paws, sobbing.
Princess comes over to me and says, "You silly dingie you're not dead! That nasty Snake Oil merely put you to sleep, like sleeping beauty." She cups my head in Her soft hands, Her hair tickling my cheek and kisses me! It's a serious kiss. Soft, gentle, firm, hard. Her tongue flits across mine, entering me.
She tastes both tart and very sweet, like God's peach. She tastes like sunshine.
Her kiss is a series of contradictions ... complicated, like Her.
Life floods into me. She tells me to rise and not "that" (fat chance).
She's explaining to the room that She's been a tad too giving of late with Her MP3s, plus the marathon and spa trips, so She hasn't had time but She also thinks we might be getting a little spoiled. I'm over by the kool-aid stand chuckling at Princess's predicament, while downing a cup of Princess Pink chased by a cup of Princess Electric Pink ("PEP"). Both flavors almost taste like Her kiss.
So let me get this straight Princess Grace. No MP3s mean that I get to interact more with You during TeaseTime, enjoy Your chat tease style and joke around. That's some sort of bad thing? That's not spoiling Your billybear? Or if there are MP3s then I get to listen to You, hear that ::giggle::? Oh my, what a pickle! W I D E G R I N
Princess, I hate to break it to You but if You're hosting a TeaseTime or even just in the room cavorting about, MP3s or no MP3s, it's all good!!! The very fact that You're in my life as a Mistress, as a friend, has spoiled me horribly! Thankee.
Jem's getting all hand wringy and telling me I might want to lay off the Princess Electric Pink. I'm having none of that static. I died jemmie! I think that cage Princess has her in has effected her brain more than she thinks. I'm right as rain.
Princess is describing Her trip to the spa. It's erotic as can be and I'm sporting a serious wookie (a carebear term for "hard-on") as She's describing having Her foot being pressed into Her pedi girl's breast. I look down. I sooo much want boobs for Princess to press Her feet into!
The room is turning pink and and Princess is starting to glow more than usual. Her "six in my head" voice sounding more vibrant and alive then ever before. I glance at ace and he's sorta turning into Annie Lennox and he's looking at me singing that song,
I break eye contact, focusing on MsGrace. Suddenly I'm a puppy, Her puppy. She's placed a bowl of Princess Pink kool-aid by her wonderful feet and I'm lap lap lapping it up when jem slams into me sending me rolling across the floor, she starts lapping like a bitch in heat. Here's a picture of jem:
Flower child jemjem
I don't care. I'm in the best mood ever! I'm scampering around the room begging Princess for a little leg hump time, just yap yap yapping away. Positively panting for Her! I think Princess occasionally enjoys me as Her puppy.
Princess is distracting me with her teasing, making, MAKING me play with myself, Her soft cajoling working its magic. I can't help it. I pull out my wookie and obey. There are flowers everywhere and jem's put on a Pink Floyd song as background to Princess's teasing and I'm sinking softly into the flow of Her words. She envelopes me in pink. Have you ever actually followed Her instructions as they flow like liquid sunshine across the screen? Or do you just whacka-whacka away? You should actualy try and follow Her instructions if you haven't. It's awesome, She really knows what She's doing. I was a slobbering wreck inside of a few minutes. My want and need to please Her through the roof.
Princess is seriously working out on jem_trappedInaCage, giving her a taste of her future. She's doing this while still teasing us relentlessly. Jem's starting to whine and has climbed up on a bed. Princess gives her a job to greet people coming into the room and the room is jammed to capacity.
jem greets folk
Welcome to Princess Grace's TeaseTime!
Princess is picking up the pace, starting to work us hard. She's talking about having something special happen at five till the hour. I'm Her happy little feather, floating along in the gentle breeze of Her tease. I really want to cum now, cum for Her, give to HER!
Suddenly the Orgasm Fairy appears looking a lot like a cross between lbb and tinkerbell. Flitting about sprinkling pink fairy dust over ace, footsie and jem. This dust will keep them from cumming the poor bastards.
Princess asks us to cum for Her and I do, I whimper, moan, and obey Her. Give myself to Her. I use to worry a little about that thinking that once that was done She would grow bored with me. I short changed Her with that line of reasoning and I apologize to Her for that. As we know each other better and grow closer as friends this becomes less of a concern for me. If anything the intensity of the "giving over" grows over time and we both feel it and feed off the emotion it generates.
jem and ace go spinning by, twirling. The Orgasm Fairy is begging to cum and Princess is mulling that one over, since the Fairy managed cover itself with that pink powder. Everyone is laughing and having so much fun! There's chatter and banter and good, good times.
I clean up, find a corner and fall asleep. As I'm drifting off to dreamland I hear Princess say, "I wuv you" and I happily reply back, "wuv you too"
I feel a toe nudge me in the side. It's morning. Princess is standing there in Her bathrobe and slippers holding a carafe of coffee in one hand and a pitcher of Princess Electric Pink in the other. Which one? I nod towards the coffee and she smiles happily. I chose wisely. I'm a kool-aid drinker but in moderation. I'm a Princess pet in totality. It's not at all confusing to me.
We sit at a table watching the day start, the sun streaming through the windows, a comfortable silence between us. We sip our German Chocolate Cake coffee and listen to jem snore ...
I love this place.
I thought it would be fun to set up a kool-aid stand at MsGrace's TeaseTime and hilarity ensued. I came up with three flavors, "Pink" "Electric Pink" and "Snake Oil." The snake oil recipe is tricky at best, and I sorta screwed it up. Eh good enough for government work and who likes snake oil anyway?
I hastily erected my stand just in time the room was filling up with Merry Pranksters, arriving on their magic bus coming to see the fantastic MsGrace.
The Merry Pranksters arrive for TeaseTimeThe room is in an uproar filled with thirsty pranksters and fans. Most seem to want "Pink" with "Electric Pink" a close second. I was getting ready to throw away the last dixie cup of "Snake Oil" when The Princess entered the room. She looks so hot, so happy, so relaxed after Her recent spa visit that I'm thinking, "Man! That's a long cool glass of water!" and my mouth goes dry and my heart goes "athumpa aTHUMPa!" so I just swigged that Snake Oil right down.
And then I died.
Dying sucks. A little heads up on that. Dying REALLY sucks when Princess is in the room. She's prancing around the room smiling and laughing and really looking hot, so you know I reach on down to give my wing-wang a little tug, a reassuring squeeze (yes she's really here, settle down) and my hand passes clean through it!
What's this noise? I can't touch myself and the absolute best cock teasing bitch on the planet is in the room. What circle of hell is this? I don't remember Dante describing this! And there's this noise, this horrible indescribable drone, like your favorite Princess MP3 being played over and over in your mom's voice. It was awful!
Well I'm sorta bitching about my condition when jem trips over my corpse, falls flat on her face and manages to end up with a mouthful of pretty Princess toes in her mouth, muffling her trademark "eeeeek" This gets Princesses attention. She yanks her toes from jem's mouth and says, "awwww billybear come over here and suck my toes."
I float my pathetic whiny ass over to Her, already salivating at those wiggling little wonders of pink perfection, Her new nail polish unparalleled. Princess is sitting on Her throne, legs crossed, dangling Her foot. Her large doe eyes locked on mine, Her lips in a small pout of a smile, Her body language screams, "Pleasure Me boy!"
My mouth passes clean through Her foot. I start to cry. "Oh now this really sucks! What good am I to my Mistress if I'm only half-here? Of what use am I to Her, how can I delight? Please? Play with?" I float back to my corpse and bury my head in my paws, sobbing.
Princess comes over to me and says, "You silly dingie you're not dead! That nasty Snake Oil merely put you to sleep, like sleeping beauty." She cups my head in Her soft hands, Her hair tickling my cheek and kisses me! It's a serious kiss. Soft, gentle, firm, hard. Her tongue flits across mine, entering me.
She tastes both tart and very sweet, like God's peach. She tastes like sunshine.
Her kiss is a series of contradictions ... complicated, like Her.
Life floods into me. She tells me to rise and not "that" (fat chance).
She's explaining to the room that She's been a tad too giving of late with Her MP3s, plus the marathon and spa trips, so She hasn't had time but She also thinks we might be getting a little spoiled. I'm over by the kool-aid stand chuckling at Princess's predicament, while downing a cup of Princess Pink chased by a cup of Princess Electric Pink ("PEP"). Both flavors almost taste like Her kiss.
So let me get this straight Princess Grace. No MP3s mean that I get to interact more with You during TeaseTime, enjoy Your chat tease style and joke around. That's some sort of bad thing? That's not spoiling Your billybear? Or if there are MP3s then I get to listen to You, hear that ::giggle::? Oh my, what a pickle! W I D E G R I N
Princess, I hate to break it to You but if You're hosting a TeaseTime or even just in the room cavorting about, MP3s or no MP3s, it's all good!!! The very fact that You're in my life as a Mistress, as a friend, has spoiled me horribly! Thankee.
Jem's getting all hand wringy and telling me I might want to lay off the Princess Electric Pink. I'm having none of that static. I died jemmie! I think that cage Princess has her in has effected her brain more than she thinks. I'm right as rain.
Princess is describing Her trip to the spa. It's erotic as can be and I'm sporting a serious wookie (a carebear term for "hard-on") as She's describing having Her foot being pressed into Her pedi girl's breast. I look down. I sooo much want boobs for Princess to press Her feet into!
The room is turning pink and and Princess is starting to glow more than usual. Her "six in my head" voice sounding more vibrant and alive then ever before. I glance at ace and he's sorta turning into Annie Lennox and he's looking at me singing that song,
Sweet dreams are made of these
Who am I to disagree?
Who am I to disagree?
I break eye contact, focusing on MsGrace. Suddenly I'm a puppy, Her puppy. She's placed a bowl of Princess Pink kool-aid by her wonderful feet and I'm lap lap lapping it up when jem slams into me sending me rolling across the floor, she starts lapping like a bitch in heat. Here's a picture of jem:
Flower child jemjemI don't care. I'm in the best mood ever! I'm scampering around the room begging Princess for a little leg hump time, just yap yap yapping away. Positively panting for Her! I think Princess occasionally enjoys me as Her puppy.
Princess is distracting me with her teasing, making, MAKING me play with myself, Her soft cajoling working its magic. I can't help it. I pull out my wookie and obey. There are flowers everywhere and jem's put on a Pink Floyd song as background to Princess's teasing and I'm sinking softly into the flow of Her words. She envelopes me in pink. Have you ever actually followed Her instructions as they flow like liquid sunshine across the screen? Or do you just whacka-whacka away? You should actualy try and follow Her instructions if you haven't. It's awesome, She really knows what She's doing. I was a slobbering wreck inside of a few minutes. My want and need to please Her through the roof.
Princess is seriously working out on jem_trappedInaCage, giving her a taste of her future. She's doing this while still teasing us relentlessly. Jem's starting to whine and has climbed up on a bed. Princess gives her a job to greet people coming into the room and the room is jammed to capacity.
jem greets folkWelcome to Princess Grace's TeaseTime!
Princess is picking up the pace, starting to work us hard. She's talking about having something special happen at five till the hour. I'm Her happy little feather, floating along in the gentle breeze of Her tease. I really want to cum now, cum for Her, give to HER!
Suddenly the Orgasm Fairy appears looking a lot like a cross between lbb and tinkerbell. Flitting about sprinkling pink fairy dust over ace, footsie and jem. This dust will keep them from cumming the poor bastards.
Princess asks us to cum for Her and I do, I whimper, moan, and obey Her. Give myself to Her. I use to worry a little about that thinking that once that was done She would grow bored with me. I short changed Her with that line of reasoning and I apologize to Her for that. As we know each other better and grow closer as friends this becomes less of a concern for me. If anything the intensity of the "giving over" grows over time and we both feel it and feed off the emotion it generates.
jem and ace go spinning by, twirling. The Orgasm Fairy is begging to cum and Princess is mulling that one over, since the Fairy managed cover itself with that pink powder. Everyone is laughing and having so much fun! There's chatter and banter and good, good times.
I clean up, find a corner and fall asleep. As I'm drifting off to dreamland I hear Princess say, "I wuv you" and I happily reply back, "wuv you too"
I feel a toe nudge me in the side. It's morning. Princess is standing there in Her bathrobe and slippers holding a carafe of coffee in one hand and a pitcher of Princess Electric Pink in the other. Which one? I nod towards the coffee and she smiles happily. I chose wisely. I'm a kool-aid drinker but in moderation. I'm a Princess pet in totality. It's not at all confusing to me.
We sit at a table watching the day start, the sun streaming through the windows, a comfortable silence between us. We sip our German Chocolate Cake coffee and listen to jem snore ...
I love this place.
Monday, February 19, 2007
What I Like About Princess
I've mentioned this before, Princess speaks to me in song. My little life on Her playground is largely a musical. I was driving in the car yesterday when this Romantics song came on. I love that song! Naturally I slightly modified the lyrics ...
What I like about you, you hold Your cock tight
Tell me I'm the only one, wanna cum all over You tonight, yeah
You're whispering in my ear
Tell me all the things that I wanna to hear, 'cause that's true
That's what I like about you
What I like about You, You really know how to dance
Your cock goes up, down, jumps around,
trying not to cum in my pants, yeah
You're whispering in my ear
Tell me all the things that I wanna to hear, 'cause that's true
That's what I like about You
You're turning my balls blue
That's what I like about You
What I like about You, You keep me warm at night
Never wanna' let You go, know You make me feel alright, yeah
You're whispering in my ear
Tell me all the things that I wanna to hear, 'cause that's true
That's what I like about You
That's what I like about You
That's what I like about You
You're turning my balls blue (whispered)
You're turning my balls blue (whispered)
You're turning my balls blue (whispered)
That's what I like about You (whispered)
What I like about you, you hold Your cock tight
Tell me I'm the only one, wanna cum all over You tonight, yeah
You're whispering in my ear
Tell me all the things that I wanna to hear, 'cause that's true
That's what I like about you
What I like about You, You really know how to dance
Your cock goes up, down, jumps around,
trying not to cum in my pants, yeah
You're whispering in my ear
Tell me all the things that I wanna to hear, 'cause that's true
That's what I like about You
You're turning my balls blue
That's what I like about You
What I like about You, You keep me warm at night
Never wanna' let You go, know You make me feel alright, yeah
You're whispering in my ear
Tell me all the things that I wanna to hear, 'cause that's true
That's what I like about You
That's what I like about You
That's what I like about You
You're turning my balls blue (whispered)
You're turning my balls blue (whispered)
You're turning my balls blue (whispered)
That's what I like about You (whispered)
BattleStar: A Day in the Life
OK the "filler" episodes continue. Princess I think we'll have one more week of that ("Dirty Hands" which appears to be about class struggle on the Galatica based on the teaser) before the central story arc resumes with "Maelstrom" the Starbuck centric episode that shakes things up.
Naturally I will be out of town that weekend (Maelstrom) but will have the VCR (yes billybear is old school) all set up and ready to go. billybear staples Mittens' tail back on, "for later." (see comments here for why this is necessary)
I liked this episode more than The Woman King. The writers spelled it out pretty clearly in this one. What are they fighting for? What''s so good about humanity that it's worth saving? I think they're trying to remind us not just about the conflict but the reason for the conflict.
I hope they will back reference this sort of stuff in future episodes otherwise it really was just filler and that's a pity. They're playing a dangerous game here, banking on the fact that we are so enamored with the characters that we will keep coming back. Their problem is that they have such a strong story arc that everyone and their brother wants them to get on with the story!
Counting Maelstrom there will be four episodes left for this season (billybear tugs lightly on Mittens' tail ...). I expect those four to be incredibly tight focused episodes driving the central story arc forward, centered around Baltar's trial. We know that Starbuck will not appear again after Maelstrom - that even the actress's name will not appear in the credits. I still believe Starbuck is a red herring for dying or being a cylon but something significant happens to her, perhaps she's the one to "find earth" and it turns out to be a one way trip.
The episode itself was primarily about a life/death struggle for the Chief and his wife Cally on the wrong side of an airlock, Adama walking around with his ex-wife in his head (the horror, the horror), and a budding potential romance between Adama and Laura.
Enjoyed the drama around Tryrol and Cally. Thought the potential romance and preliminary flirting was interesting. Ex-wife in head didn't do much for me.
But LOVED just LOVED seeing Starbuck again even though it amounted to about a minute of screen time!!! She's back in full form with that fucking goofy grin, cocky attitude, and smirk. I will savor every minute of Maelstrom because then it will be a long time before we get to see her again. I hope she's got a little to do in next weeks episode.
The other scene that made me chuckle was at the end when Gaetta was walking along with Dualla and asked to borrow her pen. I sooo much wanted the writers to complete the line (you know it was there), "Can I borrow your pen? I seemed to have left mine buried in Baltar's neck .. thanks"
So it was an OK episode, can't wait for the shit to hit the fan though ...
Naturally I will be out of town that weekend (Maelstrom) but will have the VCR (yes billybear is old school) all set up and ready to go. billybear staples Mittens' tail back on, "for later." (see comments here for why this is necessary)
I liked this episode more than The Woman King. The writers spelled it out pretty clearly in this one. What are they fighting for? What''s so good about humanity that it's worth saving? I think they're trying to remind us not just about the conflict but the reason for the conflict.
I hope they will back reference this sort of stuff in future episodes otherwise it really was just filler and that's a pity. They're playing a dangerous game here, banking on the fact that we are so enamored with the characters that we will keep coming back. Their problem is that they have such a strong story arc that everyone and their brother wants them to get on with the story!
Counting Maelstrom there will be four episodes left for this season (billybear tugs lightly on Mittens' tail ...). I expect those four to be incredibly tight focused episodes driving the central story arc forward, centered around Baltar's trial. We know that Starbuck will not appear again after Maelstrom - that even the actress's name will not appear in the credits. I still believe Starbuck is a red herring for dying or being a cylon but something significant happens to her, perhaps she's the one to "find earth" and it turns out to be a one way trip.
The episode itself was primarily about a life/death struggle for the Chief and his wife Cally on the wrong side of an airlock, Adama walking around with his ex-wife in his head (the horror, the horror), and a budding potential romance between Adama and Laura.
Enjoyed the drama around Tryrol and Cally. Thought the potential romance and preliminary flirting was interesting. Ex-wife in head didn't do much for me.
But LOVED just LOVED seeing Starbuck again even though it amounted to about a minute of screen time!!! She's back in full form with that fucking goofy grin, cocky attitude, and smirk. I will savor every minute of Maelstrom because then it will be a long time before we get to see her again. I hope she's got a little to do in next weeks episode.
The other scene that made me chuckle was at the end when Gaetta was walking along with Dualla and asked to borrow her pen. I sooo much wanted the writers to complete the line (you know it was there), "Can I borrow your pen? I seemed to have left mine buried in Baltar's neck .. thanks"
So it was an OK episode, can't wait for the shit to hit the fan though ...
Sunday, February 18, 2007
Happy Post Marathon and Thanks!!!
First a bit of news that should make Princess smile:
SCI FI has renewed Battlestar Galactica for a fourth season, commissioning a minimum of 13 more episodes of "the best show on television." Production will resume this summer with an eye toward a January 2008 season premiere.
YUMMY! (PS: BattleStar tonight "A Day in the Life" 10PM EST)
I just went by MsGrace's blog and voted. At this time of the morning (7:45AM EST) She was just three votes back from second place! Cool! Think we could get Her up to second place?
Well another marathon has come and gone. Did everyone have fun? I hope so, I know I did.
OK the point of the post. I just wanted to give a grateful shout out to the LDW Mistresses! I popped into the chatroom briefly and managed not to get into trouble with MsAlly, almost did though. She was doing a "scavenger hunt" where you had to find specific URLs to LDW sites and whoever did that first would get "points." I'm not sure what the point system did but it related to calls. Anyway pothead kept throwing MsAlly out of the room and at one point She came back in and asked, "Did anyone win?" on a specific question She just asked. Naturally being the lazy, cheating little care bear I am I answered, "I did." This was after I would just sort of randomly tried URLs, you know, "Is it MsGrace?"
"No"
"MsTara?"
"No"
Finally MsAlly told me to, "Stop it :-)"
And I did. It is the equivalent of MsGrace telling me to "behave." I wasn't trying to be a total ass but I knew I didn't have the chops to even come close to winning this thing and so a shotgun approach was my only chance. I shut up at that point and asked MsAlly how the marathon was going. She replied that they were close to having the best marathon ever (I assume the 24 hour ones, there's been one two day one to my knowledge).
That means the Mistresses were very busy, doing a lot of calls which is good for everybody! During my brief visits in the room which was fairly full of Mistresses (and that is always fun) you would see them pop on and off with "on the phone" statuses.
I thought about this some, trying to picture what it must be like on the other end of the telephone. First of all I imagine most of the Mistresses work the third shift from an EST point of view so their circadian rhythms are different than my little nine to five world. Now you're looking at a twenty-four hour shift, midnight to midnight. Ever done one since college? I have a few times but not often and it is tough! And "the day after" is toughest of all when you try and get back "on schedule."
Now do not get me wrong, I'm not implying this is some sort of slave labor camp or that any of the Mistresses didn't have a hell of a good time. What occurred to me is that it's got to get tough late in the twenty four hour cycle. Say around hour eighteen and there are six hours to go. I don't have a clue what sort of cycle a phone sex day consists of but I get an idea from the number of ladies on the board at particular times and I've noticed more Mistresses coming on around that time so the phone is heating up again. For a lot of the Mistresses the phone probably never cooled off. I hope they took breaks, turned off the phone, decompressed a little before getting back into it.
So the Mistress has spent the day in Her office, alone with the phone, probably a TV and a computer for company. Her stomach must be getting a little tired of another cup of coffee, She's sleep deprived and is looking at another six hours of being the perfect hostess for whoever calls Her next.
That has got to be hard! The "tough hours" the final hours.
And I'll BET everyone of you who called your Lady at 11PM last night got exactly the same level of enthusiasm, courtesy and fun as those who called at the start of the marathon! These Mistresses, these human beings are very, very good at what they do for us. Best of breed and this is the best service (LDW) out there.
So you might want to consider sending the Lady you called an email saying "thanks" and "You did Great!" Imagine what it would be like if you were in their shoes (and don't get all "wanky" over that line), a little email or brief IM would go a long way I would imagine.
So my Mistress, MsGrace, all of the Ladies at LDW and MsAlly, Thank You! Thanks for making these events fun, thanks for being perfect hostesses even during "the tough hours." I think a lot of us realize that there are tough hours and want You to know it's appreciated, the wit, the humor, the level of service You provide ... twenty four hours a day.
SCI FI has renewed Battlestar Galactica for a fourth season, commissioning a minimum of 13 more episodes of "the best show on television." Production will resume this summer with an eye toward a January 2008 season premiere.
YUMMY! (PS: BattleStar tonight "A Day in the Life" 10PM EST)
I just went by MsGrace's blog and voted. At this time of the morning (7:45AM EST) She was just three votes back from second place! Cool! Think we could get Her up to second place?
Well another marathon has come and gone. Did everyone have fun? I hope so, I know I did.
OK the point of the post. I just wanted to give a grateful shout out to the LDW Mistresses! I popped into the chatroom briefly and managed not to get into trouble with MsAlly, almost did though. She was doing a "scavenger hunt" where you had to find specific URLs to LDW sites and whoever did that first would get "points." I'm not sure what the point system did but it related to calls. Anyway pothead kept throwing MsAlly out of the room and at one point She came back in and asked, "Did anyone win?" on a specific question She just asked. Naturally being the lazy, cheating little care bear I am I answered, "I did." This was after I would just sort of randomly tried URLs, you know, "Is it MsGrace?"
"No"
"MsTara?"
"No"
Finally MsAlly told me to, "Stop it :-)"
And I did. It is the equivalent of MsGrace telling me to "behave." I wasn't trying to be a total ass but I knew I didn't have the chops to even come close to winning this thing and so a shotgun approach was my only chance. I shut up at that point and asked MsAlly how the marathon was going. She replied that they were close to having the best marathon ever (I assume the 24 hour ones, there's been one two day one to my knowledge).
That means the Mistresses were very busy, doing a lot of calls which is good for everybody! During my brief visits in the room which was fairly full of Mistresses (and that is always fun) you would see them pop on and off with "on the phone" statuses.
I thought about this some, trying to picture what it must be like on the other end of the telephone. First of all I imagine most of the Mistresses work the third shift from an EST point of view so their circadian rhythms are different than my little nine to five world. Now you're looking at a twenty-four hour shift, midnight to midnight. Ever done one since college? I have a few times but not often and it is tough! And "the day after" is toughest of all when you try and get back "on schedule."
Now do not get me wrong, I'm not implying this is some sort of slave labor camp or that any of the Mistresses didn't have a hell of a good time. What occurred to me is that it's got to get tough late in the twenty four hour cycle. Say around hour eighteen and there are six hours to go. I don't have a clue what sort of cycle a phone sex day consists of but I get an idea from the number of ladies on the board at particular times and I've noticed more Mistresses coming on around that time so the phone is heating up again. For a lot of the Mistresses the phone probably never cooled off. I hope they took breaks, turned off the phone, decompressed a little before getting back into it.
So the Mistress has spent the day in Her office, alone with the phone, probably a TV and a computer for company. Her stomach must be getting a little tired of another cup of coffee, She's sleep deprived and is looking at another six hours of being the perfect hostess for whoever calls Her next.
That has got to be hard! The "tough hours" the final hours.
And I'll BET everyone of you who called your Lady at 11PM last night got exactly the same level of enthusiasm, courtesy and fun as those who called at the start of the marathon! These Mistresses, these human beings are very, very good at what they do for us. Best of breed and this is the best service (LDW) out there.
So you might want to consider sending the Lady you called an email saying "thanks" and "You did Great!" Imagine what it would be like if you were in their shoes (and don't get all "wanky" over that line), a little email or brief IM would go a long way I would imagine.
So my Mistress, MsGrace, all of the Ladies at LDW and MsAlly, Thank You! Thanks for making these events fun, thanks for being perfect hostesses even during "the tough hours." I think a lot of us realize that there are tough hours and want You to know it's appreciated, the wit, the humor, the level of service You provide ... twenty four hours a day.
Thanks!
Saturday, February 17, 2007
Princess Mardi-Gras Marathon Call & Antics
OMG! I am the luckiest pet in the world! I have regularly scheduled calls with Princess every Friday night around midnight, so I got to bat lead off for Her in the marathon! Princess is "in form" and raring to go!
We chatted about the package She recently sent jem, discussing all the contents and mulling over various ways to use the devices Princess thoughtfully purchased. Princess even put up a webpage where you can post suggestions on what to do with jem's new "toys."
http://www.jems-naughty-hot-box.com/
Don't tell jem, her call is hours away, Princess has her doing deep knee bends. Princess thought it was a great idea to personalize jem's MP3 with my name ("OH billybear!!! YES billybear YES YES YES!). I'm certain jem will get hours of entertainment out of that!
Well enough about jem, I'm sure she'll relate what happened when she's out of the hospital.
Princess had me take out the aneros and we played. Happy sighs, I just love being Hers, how easy and comfortable we are with each other. Princess, well uh WOW - LOL
The call went by too quickly and at the end She remarked on how many IMs were open from all of you boys and gurls looking for Her. She's doing Her best to get to as many of you as possible. She also plans to rest (thank God!) these marathons have taken a toll on Her in the past.
I can hardly wait to hear Her special MP3!
Take care of Yourself Princess and have a great marathon!
I then contentedly stroll over to Her site and vote before heading into the chatroom.
Earlier in the day I had popped my head into the room to see what was going on and ended up in a conversation with someone from England who was stuck in a CB3000 so couldn't make a call. He kept wondering why I didn't have a "real" Mistress and I kept explaining that I did have a "real" Mistress. We talked past each other for awhile before I got bored with the conversation and left. Up to a point the conversation was interesting but I couldn't get it through the guy's head that MsGrace doesn't need to be physically there (not that I wouldn't enjoy that but come on) for Her to be my Mistress. It's what you put into it.
I'm in my usual post Princess fugue state so some of the antics that went on in the chatroom will be garbled or missed I'm sure. Apologies. At times MsTara, MsHannah, MsTia and MsVeronica were in the room. MsTara was there the entire time I was except when She was on a call.
Someone was being somewhat annoying and I offered jem a Salad Fork of Shame to illustrate her disappointment with this individual. MsTara was on a call at the time and jem said some wimpy thing about not wanting to get in trouble with MsTara or some such nonsense. Jem is completely preoccupied with that box, carrying it everywhere, stroking it, licking it. It's sorta yukky but I understand. So jem isn't her normal self at the moment, other things are currently occupying her attention.
When MsTara comes back into the room I immediately and stupidly announce, "MsTara jem has a Salad Fork of Shame!!!" My mental facilities are as limited as jem's since I just came off a call. I completely forgot MsTara can "scroll up." I'm trying to convince MsTara that the only real way to be safe is for me to perform a cavity search on jem. I'm strapping on the elbow length latex gloves when suddenly MsTara announces, "Billy!!!"
She's pretty cross about me trying to lie and thinking that She was stupid enough not to scroll up. She doesn't realize that I currently possess the mental facilities of a member of the legume family and that I completely forgot about that ability.
Well She's relieved that she doesn't have to shave my ass again and administers a serious butt whopping before sending me to my corner to polish my plaque with my nose. While hanging out there I get into a conversation with another dude who's nervous about putting on a cb2000. MsTara nicely mentions that "Master Billy" can probably help and I inform him that yes I am a legendary domme.
He is concerned, am I a Domme or Master. I inform him that I suffer a bit from gender confusion and I'll be happy to take the key to his cb2000, tenderly and with understanding holding out my paw. I'm quite trustworthy. MsTara assures him that I wouldn't swallow the key. This guy is swimming in confusion and promises that he'll be back and exits the room. Uh huh.
MsTara determines that I've served my time and releases me from the corner. The chatroom is humming. A lot of people are asking about Princess and I'm telling them that I know she has two calls after me so in a couple of hours try again. All you can do at this point is keep trying. Kc was looking for Her along with Dan and AlgyBulger. I tell them about my great call and that Princesses mood was fantastic! Oh there's now an evilpothead in the room along with pothead. I'm not sure what the story is there except that evilpothead wants pothead's chips. I'll have to get more of the skinny when I invent my time compressor which will speed up pothead's typing.
All the while I'm doing this I'm edging towards jem's box. Finally I'm close enough and I snatch it! I'm waddling, hell bent for the door as fast as I can on my little care bear legs when jem tackles me. She snatches the box from me screaming, "It's mine! Mine, mine, miinneee!!!" I'm pathetically hoping up and down swiping at the box shrieking, "It's mine! Give it back! It's my preciousssss!!!"
Right about then MsTara leans forward and casually shoots me with Her Tazer of Terrible Tenderness (tm). Down I go, flopping on the floor speaking gibberish. The shock has given me great insight and I'm trying to discuss the nature of man but no one can understand me. Jem, still a little bitter about the "box incident" pours a bottle of Icy-Hot on my raw baboon butt. The pain is incredible. I manage to struggle to my feet and wipe my icy hot butt all over jem's bad knee, that seemed to help a little.
The room is in a panic and jem is up on the coffee table screaming. Apparently some sort of snake, a one eyed anaconda I think, has gotten loose. While everyone is distracted with that I pick up jem's box and head for the door, whistling. MsTara, who obviously has trust issues, busts me as I'm reaching for the door handle. I hear jem holler, "Stop him!" and I'm out, free and clear with my precious.
I stand alone in the parking lot staring at the box covered with MsGrace's loopy, girlie handwriting in that pink ink She uses. Little hearts hand drawn all over the thing, "To My pet jemjem" A tear runs down my cheek. I quickly cover the box with steel reinforced tape, if jem wants this boon she'll have to work for it. Might be a three hour call now evil grin.
I go back into the room, hand jem the box, and leave. No one notices, no one but my friend jem :-)
Princess and jem, I know this will be a fantastic call! You both deserve this fun time during the marathon or anytime and richly deserve each other! Know that one day I will cowboy up with my own PO box and then if I'm as good a pet as jem (one day maybe one day) I too will be able to send Princess some cash and She can delight and torment me with Her gift selections. (billybear shudders with pleasure)
Hey! A pet can dream :-)
We chatted about the package She recently sent jem, discussing all the contents and mulling over various ways to use the devices Princess thoughtfully purchased. Princess even put up a webpage where you can post suggestions on what to do with jem's new "toys."
http://www.jems-naughty-hot-box.com/
Don't tell jem, her call is hours away, Princess has her doing deep knee bends. Princess thought it was a great idea to personalize jem's MP3 with my name ("OH billybear!!! YES billybear YES YES YES!). I'm certain jem will get hours of entertainment out of that!
Well enough about jem, I'm sure she'll relate what happened when she's out of the hospital.
Princess had me take out the aneros and we played. Happy sighs, I just love being Hers, how easy and comfortable we are with each other. Princess, well uh WOW - LOL
The call went by too quickly and at the end She remarked on how many IMs were open from all of you boys and gurls looking for Her. She's doing Her best to get to as many of you as possible. She also plans to rest (thank God!) these marathons have taken a toll on Her in the past.
I can hardly wait to hear Her special MP3!
Take care of Yourself Princess and have a great marathon!
I then contentedly stroll over to Her site and vote before heading into the chatroom.
Earlier in the day I had popped my head into the room to see what was going on and ended up in a conversation with someone from England who was stuck in a CB3000 so couldn't make a call. He kept wondering why I didn't have a "real" Mistress and I kept explaining that I did have a "real" Mistress. We talked past each other for awhile before I got bored with the conversation and left. Up to a point the conversation was interesting but I couldn't get it through the guy's head that MsGrace doesn't need to be physically there (not that I wouldn't enjoy that but come on) for Her to be my Mistress. It's what you put into it.
I'm in my usual post Princess fugue state so some of the antics that went on in the chatroom will be garbled or missed I'm sure. Apologies. At times MsTara, MsHannah, MsTia and MsVeronica were in the room. MsTara was there the entire time I was except when She was on a call.
Someone was being somewhat annoying and I offered jem a Salad Fork of Shame to illustrate her disappointment with this individual. MsTara was on a call at the time and jem said some wimpy thing about not wanting to get in trouble with MsTara or some such nonsense. Jem is completely preoccupied with that box, carrying it everywhere, stroking it, licking it. It's sorta yukky but I understand. So jem isn't her normal self at the moment, other things are currently occupying her attention.
When MsTara comes back into the room I immediately and stupidly announce, "MsTara jem has a Salad Fork of Shame!!!" My mental facilities are as limited as jem's since I just came off a call. I completely forgot MsTara can "scroll up." I'm trying to convince MsTara that the only real way to be safe is for me to perform a cavity search on jem. I'm strapping on the elbow length latex gloves when suddenly MsTara announces, "Billy!!!"
She's pretty cross about me trying to lie and thinking that She was stupid enough not to scroll up. She doesn't realize that I currently possess the mental facilities of a member of the legume family and that I completely forgot about that ability.
Well She's relieved that she doesn't have to shave my ass again and administers a serious butt whopping before sending me to my corner to polish my plaque with my nose. While hanging out there I get into a conversation with another dude who's nervous about putting on a cb2000. MsTara nicely mentions that "Master Billy" can probably help and I inform him that yes I am a legendary domme.
He is concerned, am I a Domme or Master. I inform him that I suffer a bit from gender confusion and I'll be happy to take the key to his cb2000, tenderly and with understanding holding out my paw. I'm quite trustworthy. MsTara assures him that I wouldn't swallow the key. This guy is swimming in confusion and promises that he'll be back and exits the room. Uh huh.
MsTara determines that I've served my time and releases me from the corner. The chatroom is humming. A lot of people are asking about Princess and I'm telling them that I know she has two calls after me so in a couple of hours try again. All you can do at this point is keep trying. Kc was looking for Her along with Dan and AlgyBulger. I tell them about my great call and that Princesses mood was fantastic! Oh there's now an evilpothead in the room along with pothead. I'm not sure what the story is there except that evilpothead wants pothead's chips. I'll have to get more of the skinny when I invent my time compressor which will speed up pothead's typing.
All the while I'm doing this I'm edging towards jem's box. Finally I'm close enough and I snatch it! I'm waddling, hell bent for the door as fast as I can on my little care bear legs when jem tackles me. She snatches the box from me screaming, "It's mine! Mine, mine, miinneee!!!" I'm pathetically hoping up and down swiping at the box shrieking, "It's mine! Give it back! It's my preciousssss!!!"
Right about then MsTara leans forward and casually shoots me with Her Tazer of Terrible Tenderness (tm). Down I go, flopping on the floor speaking gibberish. The shock has given me great insight and I'm trying to discuss the nature of man but no one can understand me. Jem, still a little bitter about the "box incident" pours a bottle of Icy-Hot on my raw baboon butt. The pain is incredible. I manage to struggle to my feet and wipe my icy hot butt all over jem's bad knee, that seemed to help a little.
The room is in a panic and jem is up on the coffee table screaming. Apparently some sort of snake, a one eyed anaconda I think, has gotten loose. While everyone is distracted with that I pick up jem's box and head for the door, whistling. MsTara, who obviously has trust issues, busts me as I'm reaching for the door handle. I hear jem holler, "Stop him!" and I'm out, free and clear with my precious.
I stand alone in the parking lot staring at the box covered with MsGrace's loopy, girlie handwriting in that pink ink She uses. Little hearts hand drawn all over the thing, "To My pet jemjem" A tear runs down my cheek. I quickly cover the box with steel reinforced tape, if jem wants this boon she'll have to work for it. Might be a three hour call now evil grin.
I go back into the room, hand jem the box, and leave. No one notices, no one but my friend jem :-)
Princess and jem, I know this will be a fantastic call! You both deserve this fun time during the marathon or anytime and richly deserve each other! Know that one day I will cowboy up with my own PO box and then if I'm as good a pet as jem (one day maybe one day) I too will be able to send Princess some cash and She can delight and torment me with Her gift selections. (billybear shudders with pleasure)
Hey! A pet can dream :-)
Friday, February 16, 2007
Marathon Call Daydreams
Did you make Princess's TeaseTime last night? It was yummy! A twenty minute MP3, I plan to put that on heavy rotation tonight while preparing for my call. Twenty uninterrupted minutes of that voice ... that taunting ...
I've been having little daydreams of Her all week - here are a few highlights:
You might have missed it but She announced our marriage last night and that She'll be moving to my place to have our children and dust while I sit on the couch and watch Her slowly die.
I tell you I snapped out of that little daymare with a violent start! Princess is meant to be shared, needs to be shared and if there is one thing I wish for it's for Her happiness and She's happiest (in my opinion) being a busy little bee flitting from one mind to another and gently, with great understanding savagely fucking them! You want to be some sort of Princess bogart, two things, it won't happen and you forget who's the Domme here.
Has MsGrace seemed happy to you of late? She has to me and that is the best! Our busy little mindfucking bee! Pollinating perversion across the land, buzz-buzz, buzz-buzz. I just love hearing Her in my head, humming about. And guess what! To hop metaphors I hear She's coming by my place tonight like some wonderfully degenerate tooth fairy! I plan to put my aneros under my pillow! I wonder what She'll leave me?
But how long of a call? It will be at least an hour but she'll personalize a two hour one with my name. How I long to hear her call my name with passion, "YES! My Lord and MASTER Supreme Ruler of All That is Me billybear!!!" Think She'll go for that? Such a tiny modification to my name? Probably too long, I am a legendary domme though, perhaps "Master billybear."
Laughing my ass off! What has gotten into me?
I am in a metaphorical mood and Princess is a Ferrari. She's fast, temperamental, expensive and requires a lot of maintenance. You know this going in, it's no secret, don't loose sight of it. What I mean by this is She is a Domme, more closely from my point of view, She is THE Domme. She's not something else, She's not a Toyota so having me even consider asking Her to behave in a manner that is not true to her nature insults Her and me. "Master billybear" sheesh - LMFAO
So that silly little daydream is cast into the trashcan with the other one. Two points!
Still to hear her say 'billybear' on that MP3. Yummy! You should hear Her say it, on second thought no you shouldn't, that's ours, even the, "How are you billybear?" gets me all goofy, smooshy and giggly.
Well one hour or two doesn't matter. What matters is the giving and I plan to give till it squirts, er, hurts! And then I'll give some more. I will daydream this day away thinking of Her and the act of submitting to Her, giving myself over to Her. Yummy! I'm quite addicted to Her you see. I hope when that moment comes in the call that She feels it pour from me into Her, my little act of submission of bending to Her will, that it pleases Her, makes Her 'wet.' She knows how utterly Hers I am but tonight I want Her to feel it in spades!
So my prescription for my addiction, my busy bee, MY Mistress you can see that YOUR bear is in a bit of a mood!
Yeppers, Your billybear is feeling a little saucy, a little randy, a little insolent, oh so naughty, and very, very ready :-) I aim to misbehave with You!
Billybear stretches out on the couch, opens his mind wide, bats his eyes and says, "Come and get me!"
PS: Princess, fourteen days. Some might call that denial but in this case I would disagree. It's pure desire, desire to please ... You! soft smile
I've been having little daydreams of Her all week - here are a few highlights:
You might have missed it but She announced our marriage last night and that She'll be moving to my place to have our children and dust while I sit on the couch and watch Her slowly die.
I tell you I snapped out of that little daymare with a violent start! Princess is meant to be shared, needs to be shared and if there is one thing I wish for it's for Her happiness and She's happiest (in my opinion) being a busy little bee flitting from one mind to another and gently, with great understanding savagely fucking them! You want to be some sort of Princess bogart, two things, it won't happen and you forget who's the Domme here.
Has MsGrace seemed happy to you of late? She has to me and that is the best! Our busy little mindfucking bee! Pollinating perversion across the land, buzz-buzz, buzz-buzz. I just love hearing Her in my head, humming about. And guess what! To hop metaphors I hear She's coming by my place tonight like some wonderfully degenerate tooth fairy! I plan to put my aneros under my pillow! I wonder what She'll leave me?
But how long of a call? It will be at least an hour but she'll personalize a two hour one with my name. How I long to hear her call my name with passion, "YES! My Lord and MASTER Supreme Ruler of All That is Me billybear!!!" Think She'll go for that? Such a tiny modification to my name? Probably too long, I am a legendary domme though, perhaps "Master billybear."
Laughing my ass off! What has gotten into me?
I am in a metaphorical mood and Princess is a Ferrari. She's fast, temperamental, expensive and requires a lot of maintenance. You know this going in, it's no secret, don't loose sight of it. What I mean by this is She is a Domme, more closely from my point of view, She is THE Domme. She's not something else, She's not a Toyota so having me even consider asking Her to behave in a manner that is not true to her nature insults Her and me. "Master billybear" sheesh - LMFAO
So that silly little daydream is cast into the trashcan with the other one. Two points!
Still to hear her say 'billybear' on that MP3. Yummy! You should hear Her say it, on second thought no you shouldn't, that's ours, even the, "How are you billybear?" gets me all goofy, smooshy and giggly.
Well one hour or two doesn't matter. What matters is the giving and I plan to give till it squirts, er, hurts! And then I'll give some more. I will daydream this day away thinking of Her and the act of submitting to Her, giving myself over to Her. Yummy! I'm quite addicted to Her you see. I hope when that moment comes in the call that She feels it pour from me into Her, my little act of submission of bending to Her will, that it pleases Her, makes Her 'wet.' She knows how utterly Hers I am but tonight I want Her to feel it in spades!
So my prescription for my addiction, my busy bee, MY Mistress you can see that YOUR bear is in a bit of a mood!
Yeppers, Your billybear is feeling a little saucy, a little randy, a little insolent, oh so naughty, and very, very ready :-) I aim to misbehave with You!
Billybear stretches out on the couch, opens his mind wide, bats his eyes and says, "Come and get me!"
PS: Princess, fourteen days. Some might call that denial but in this case I would disagree. It's pure desire, desire to please ... You! soft smile
Thursday, February 15, 2007
More Chatroom Antics
Well tonight is TeaseTime (10PM EST) in the chatroom! Based on what I've seen of Princess recently you do NOT want to miss this. Oh and please vote!
I pass Tracer as I'm entering the chatroom. I start to say, "Hi" but he rushes by me without saying a word. He looks very flustered, unlike the hardon he's trying to subdue he looks broken, taken.
It's chaotic in the room. Princess is holding court along with Miss Veronica. Princess is in rare form, completely into it. I don't know if this is true or not but it appears as if She's discovered a new game. She picks a boy out of the room that she knows and focuses on them, and I mean focuses!
At the moment she has one boy begging, just begging to buy Her something. She's playing with him like a cat with a mouse. Torturing him. It's fucking performance art. She's dragging it out, making him listen to one of Her MP3s while she's "busy." She's in full Domme mode, this boy got a little too whiny when she was "busy" and suddenly she chimes into the room, "I said wait!" He quieted right down.
While this was going on another poor boy was trying so hard to get her attention. I finally chimed in with, "She's working here. You'll get your turn." And working is a poor choice of words but it was easier to convey then what was really going on from my point of view. It's this focus, She had just broken Tracer with it, made him submit, had him actually typing in the words that he didn't want to say (and neither did She). I wonder if She felt it (did you Princess?) that moment I know She loves, that any Mistress loves, when you submit, expose your neck. I know Tracer felt it, that giving over, I hope Princess did too, it would be a pity if it wasn't shared. All that through a chat client. Sheesh!
So Princess is kinda out of the picture but it's fun to watch, but there were plenty of other distractions going on too.
Miss Veronica had transformed into something akin to the Spider Mother from Lord of the Rings, but a lot hotter! She was taking Her revenge for jem having told lies about Her in jem's blog. Jem was doing very convincing death scenes and received several Oscars until it was discovered that Miss Veronica's venom also contained the antidote, which is very thoughtful of Her and probably cuts down on lawsuits.
I wonder off to vote for a few minutes and put up Princess's Valentine post and when I come back into the room there's MsTara! Now it's been forever since we've seen each other so I was a little misty at first and managed to stay in Her good graces for about a minute. She was cross with tonydshrimp because of his waffling in a recent comment he made in my blog.
I was so overjoyed at getting to see MsTara that I strapped on a pair of snowshoes and was hell bent on squashing that little crustacean so that MsTara would feel better. So I'm waddling around the room, stomp, stomp, stomping but I forgot what a good scurrier the little shrimp was. I was in the middle of flipping the couch over, trying to get at him when MsTara asked me something.
"Can you just wait a second there MsTara?! I'm trying to squish tonydshrimp!"
Well my somewhat spirited reply sent me into that death spiral leading to a spanking. Naturally "jem soon to be taken by Princess's aneros and anything else Princess can think of" was merrily helping things along.
I had my fuzzy blue ass shaved and thoroughly spanked by MsTara's pink, leather paddle of despair. Ace came in about this time when I was standing under my plaque and I told him it wasn't a transmorgifier accident and I wasn't a baboon because of the shaved red butt.
Jem apparently enjoyed my abasement a bit too much and further compounded her error by lying about it being her curfew time. Then she flabbergasted the room into silence by confessing that she lied! She must have been driven mad with fear. MsTara was so courteous to others in the room when She said, "Bend over, pull your panties down and try not to bleed all over the couch" as She limbered up the paddle. It's nice that She thinks of others.
I was near the stove and had heated up a skillet with some butter and garlic in it. I was asking tonydshrimp to come over and "help" with this recipe I had found off the internet. I was feeling a tad peckish. Tonydshrimp was strolling over when jem said something so monstrously evil that I flew into a blind rage.
I can't recall what jem said but I was on her like Typhoid Mary. Oh yes, she was getting a whopping case of billybear! Screaming for attention like the banshee she is while I busily gnawed on her knees, easily ripping through those crappy pantyhose. Jem tastes like chicken but you probably already knew that. I was noting on the side that MsGrace must have been a bit hungry Herself since She was heartily frying up a plate of tonydshrimp scampi when MsTara deployed Her Taser of Terrible Tenderness on my shaved, rosy bottom!
I blacked out. You'll have to hear from others in the room what else happened, but what a night!
I hope everyone "partakes" in the upcoming marathon running midnight to midnight this February 17th. Best I can tell all the Mistresses are ready, are you?
I pass Tracer as I'm entering the chatroom. I start to say, "Hi" but he rushes by me without saying a word. He looks very flustered, unlike the hardon he's trying to subdue he looks broken, taken.
It's chaotic in the room. Princess is holding court along with Miss Veronica. Princess is in rare form, completely into it. I don't know if this is true or not but it appears as if She's discovered a new game. She picks a boy out of the room that she knows and focuses on them, and I mean focuses!
At the moment she has one boy begging, just begging to buy Her something. She's playing with him like a cat with a mouse. Torturing him. It's fucking performance art. She's dragging it out, making him listen to one of Her MP3s while she's "busy." She's in full Domme mode, this boy got a little too whiny when she was "busy" and suddenly she chimes into the room, "I said wait!" He quieted right down.
While this was going on another poor boy was trying so hard to get her attention. I finally chimed in with, "She's working here. You'll get your turn." And working is a poor choice of words but it was easier to convey then what was really going on from my point of view. It's this focus, She had just broken Tracer with it, made him submit, had him actually typing in the words that he didn't want to say (and neither did She). I wonder if She felt it (did you Princess?) that moment I know She loves, that any Mistress loves, when you submit, expose your neck. I know Tracer felt it, that giving over, I hope Princess did too, it would be a pity if it wasn't shared. All that through a chat client. Sheesh!
So Princess is kinda out of the picture but it's fun to watch, but there were plenty of other distractions going on too.
Miss Veronica had transformed into something akin to the Spider Mother from Lord of the Rings, but a lot hotter! She was taking Her revenge for jem having told lies about Her in jem's blog. Jem was doing very convincing death scenes and received several Oscars until it was discovered that Miss Veronica's venom also contained the antidote, which is very thoughtful of Her and probably cuts down on lawsuits.
I wonder off to vote for a few minutes and put up Princess's Valentine post and when I come back into the room there's MsTara! Now it's been forever since we've seen each other so I was a little misty at first and managed to stay in Her good graces for about a minute. She was cross with tonydshrimp because of his waffling in a recent comment he made in my blog.
I was so overjoyed at getting to see MsTara that I strapped on a pair of snowshoes and was hell bent on squashing that little crustacean so that MsTara would feel better. So I'm waddling around the room, stomp, stomp, stomping but I forgot what a good scurrier the little shrimp was. I was in the middle of flipping the couch over, trying to get at him when MsTara asked me something.
"Can you just wait a second there MsTara?! I'm trying to squish tonydshrimp!"
Well my somewhat spirited reply sent me into that death spiral leading to a spanking. Naturally "jem soon to be taken by Princess's aneros and anything else Princess can think of" was merrily helping things along.
I had my fuzzy blue ass shaved and thoroughly spanked by MsTara's pink, leather paddle of despair. Ace came in about this time when I was standing under my plaque and I told him it wasn't a transmorgifier accident and I wasn't a baboon because of the shaved red butt.
Jem apparently enjoyed my abasement a bit too much and further compounded her error by lying about it being her curfew time. Then she flabbergasted the room into silence by confessing that she lied! She must have been driven mad with fear. MsTara was so courteous to others in the room when She said, "Bend over, pull your panties down and try not to bleed all over the couch" as She limbered up the paddle. It's nice that She thinks of others.
I was near the stove and had heated up a skillet with some butter and garlic in it. I was asking tonydshrimp to come over and "help" with this recipe I had found off the internet. I was feeling a tad peckish. Tonydshrimp was strolling over when jem said something so monstrously evil that I flew into a blind rage.
I can't recall what jem said but I was on her like Typhoid Mary. Oh yes, she was getting a whopping case of billybear! Screaming for attention like the banshee she is while I busily gnawed on her knees, easily ripping through those crappy pantyhose. Jem tastes like chicken but you probably already knew that. I was noting on the side that MsGrace must have been a bit hungry Herself since She was heartily frying up a plate of tonydshrimp scampi when MsTara deployed Her Taser of Terrible Tenderness on my shaved, rosy bottom!
I blacked out. You'll have to hear from others in the room what else happened, but what a night!
I hope everyone "partakes" in the upcoming marathon running midnight to midnight this February 17th. Best I can tell all the Mistresses are ready, are you?
Wednesday, February 14, 2007
TracerBulletBilly: Princess Marathon Clues Revealed!
The fleet is in so of course Friday is nowhere to be found and I didn't have time to hit every flea bag dive in the area looking for her. So, as usual, I'm on my own. I'm on a case darn it! I have to know more details on what Princess is offering during this upcoming marathon (midnight to midnight 17 Feb 07).
I peer into the chatroom looking for that flower child MsTara figuring that she's got to know something about what MsGrace is planning for the upcoming marathon this Friday. MsTara doesn't advertise it but She's a Mistress ringleader so if She's not in the loop, there isn't a loop. Well of course She isn't there, probably chained against some tree, throwing Her body across baby seals, or sailing the Arctic Sunrise into the path of some whaling vessel. No one knows what She does in Her spare time. Heck She could even be writing a great book for all I know. Hippies, they mystify me.
I casually step around the metal detector and enter the room, grab a seat at the bar, order a whiskey on the rocks, light a cig and wait. That's what we dicks do a lot of at CockControl ... wait. Wait to be noticed, wait to be touched, just a bunch of dicks waiting around, we're getting pretty good at it, and me, well I'm a private dick and I tell you true, I don't mind waiting at all! Not for Her.
As I'm getting ready to call it a night and start some pointless fight when who should slink into the room but Princess Herself! Damn but she looks oh-so-fine in this tight red dress and black stiletto heels! So ... never mind.
I wheel out the big guns and blurt out my best line, "Princess, darned good to see You!"
"Well you too Tracer! ::giggle::"
"um, MsGrace may I ask you a few questions about this upcoming marathon?"
"Sure"
"Is it true that on a twenty minute call You'll allow the caller to behold Your Beautiful Bouncing Boobies of Wonder?"
"Yes"
She's starting to get distracted, they're a lot of folk in the room clamoring for He attention and She's beginning to play with them. I don't have much time!!!
"MsGrace, on the hour call, word on the street is that you will be doing a very special MP3. What will be special about it?"
"Well let's just say that a little about the 'hiccup' will be revealed ::giggles::"
Hiccup? What's that mean? Well I guess I'm relieved she's not gonna burp the alphabet although if She did I bet about seventy guys would whack off to it, probably more, me included. She's funny that way.
She's locked in on someone in the room, her look suddenly predatory, it's hard to believe but She looks even hotter than when She first entered the room. I'm all but forgotten, taking a shot I blurt out one last question, "MsGrace what about the two hour call?"
She smiles over Her shoulder to me and says, "Well the two hour call will receive an MP3 similar to the one hour one but more ... personal."
And She's gone. Being Her personal dick I sit and I wait ... I watch Her at play, teasing, enjoying Herself. It's good to see.
She's pinned the Kissing Bandit to the couch. I move closer for a better view. She's muttering things about satin and the poor Bandit is getting all moany and pleady and so very very wanty that I decide to help. Big mistake.
I'm shouting out things like, "Fight Her bandit! Fight Her like I would! Fight Her hard like I would, I'm a legendary fighter!!!" Because let's face it the Bandit was in such a pathetic state that MsGrace could have slid that mask off and the Bandit would not have cared, not one little bit. I'm not sure how the Bandit got trapped in the first place but once trapped the Bandit was Hers!
Suddenly Her head snaps up, Her eyes lock onto mine and just flare. Have you ever seen eyes flare? A light burns brightly behind Her eyes. Her hair is tousled spilling across her cheeks, one strand lightly touching Her red lips, beautiful, wild.
She's getting up off the couch, Her eyes never leaving mine. She's slinking toward me like a predatory cat on the prowl. A panther, dark and knowing, casually approaching its prey. Her movements aggressively emanate pure feminine sexuality, Her lips in a perfect pout of amusement, Her eyes blazing with the challenge I unwittingly uttered.
I feel my back smack into the wall. I hadn't even realized I was backing up.
She whispers, "awwww, no place to go ... trapped ::giggles::"
We both know it's over, that it had never really been on. She's known me for awhile now and She knows how very very badly I want Her, will always want Her. I should never have challenged Her in a room full of people, those challenges are made when we're alone, playing. She has to make and example of me now, fool that I am.
She's very close to me, speaking Her observations to the room. She's talking about her breasts and lisping a little with words like "Twacy Wacy" and being so incredibly soft with Tracer, the way She knows Tracer loves. She's coaxing me, knowing that soon I'll break, having me utter the words that will out me, our words. I try stabbing jem in the knee to create a distraction. Nada.
My heart is racing. I have nothing left. I'm certain I look just as pathetic and lost as Bandit did and I don't care about that. Princess presses closer, touching, talking. My want and need to please Her are off the scale. I'm sad, words and secrets that were once ours will now become everybody's, I sigh, break and forlornly say, "OK"
Suddenly She gets a call. She giggles and says, "Saved by the bell!" and is gone. Personally, I think She let me off the hook. My lesson well learned I quickly leave the room, passing BillyBear on my way out.
I peer into the chatroom looking for that flower child MsTara figuring that she's got to know something about what MsGrace is planning for the upcoming marathon this Friday. MsTara doesn't advertise it but She's a Mistress ringleader so if She's not in the loop, there isn't a loop. Well of course She isn't there, probably chained against some tree, throwing Her body across baby seals, or sailing the Arctic Sunrise into the path of some whaling vessel. No one knows what She does in Her spare time. Heck She could even be writing a great book for all I know. Hippies, they mystify me.
I casually step around the metal detector and enter the room, grab a seat at the bar, order a whiskey on the rocks, light a cig and wait. That's what we dicks do a lot of at CockControl ... wait. Wait to be noticed, wait to be touched, just a bunch of dicks waiting around, we're getting pretty good at it, and me, well I'm a private dick and I tell you true, I don't mind waiting at all! Not for Her.
As I'm getting ready to call it a night and start some pointless fight when who should slink into the room but Princess Herself! Damn but she looks oh-so-fine in this tight red dress and black stiletto heels! So ... never mind.
I wheel out the big guns and blurt out my best line, "Princess, darned good to see You!"
"Well you too Tracer! ::giggle::"
"um, MsGrace may I ask you a few questions about this upcoming marathon?"
"Sure"
"Is it true that on a twenty minute call You'll allow the caller to behold Your Beautiful Bouncing Boobies of Wonder?"
"Yes"
She's starting to get distracted, they're a lot of folk in the room clamoring for He attention and She's beginning to play with them. I don't have much time!!!
"MsGrace, on the hour call, word on the street is that you will be doing a very special MP3. What will be special about it?"
"Well let's just say that a little about the 'hiccup' will be revealed ::giggles::"
Hiccup? What's that mean? Well I guess I'm relieved she's not gonna burp the alphabet although if She did I bet about seventy guys would whack off to it, probably more, me included. She's funny that way.
She's locked in on someone in the room, her look suddenly predatory, it's hard to believe but She looks even hotter than when She first entered the room. I'm all but forgotten, taking a shot I blurt out one last question, "MsGrace what about the two hour call?"
She smiles over Her shoulder to me and says, "Well the two hour call will receive an MP3 similar to the one hour one but more ... personal."
And She's gone. Being Her personal dick I sit and I wait ... I watch Her at play, teasing, enjoying Herself. It's good to see.
She's pinned the Kissing Bandit to the couch. I move closer for a better view. She's muttering things about satin and the poor Bandit is getting all moany and pleady and so very very wanty that I decide to help. Big mistake.
I'm shouting out things like, "Fight Her bandit! Fight Her like I would! Fight Her hard like I would, I'm a legendary fighter!!!" Because let's face it the Bandit was in such a pathetic state that MsGrace could have slid that mask off and the Bandit would not have cared, not one little bit. I'm not sure how the Bandit got trapped in the first place but once trapped the Bandit was Hers!
Suddenly Her head snaps up, Her eyes lock onto mine and just flare. Have you ever seen eyes flare? A light burns brightly behind Her eyes. Her hair is tousled spilling across her cheeks, one strand lightly touching Her red lips, beautiful, wild.
She's getting up off the couch, Her eyes never leaving mine. She's slinking toward me like a predatory cat on the prowl. A panther, dark and knowing, casually approaching its prey. Her movements aggressively emanate pure feminine sexuality, Her lips in a perfect pout of amusement, Her eyes blazing with the challenge I unwittingly uttered.
I feel my back smack into the wall. I hadn't even realized I was backing up.
She whispers, "awwww, no place to go ... trapped ::giggles::"
We both know it's over, that it had never really been on. She's known me for awhile now and She knows how very very badly I want Her, will always want Her. I should never have challenged Her in a room full of people, those challenges are made when we're alone, playing. She has to make and example of me now, fool that I am.
She's very close to me, speaking Her observations to the room. She's talking about her breasts and lisping a little with words like "Twacy Wacy" and being so incredibly soft with Tracer, the way She knows Tracer loves. She's coaxing me, knowing that soon I'll break, having me utter the words that will out me, our words. I try stabbing jem in the knee to create a distraction. Nada.
My heart is racing. I have nothing left. I'm certain I look just as pathetic and lost as Bandit did and I don't care about that. Princess presses closer, touching, talking. My want and need to please Her are off the scale. I'm sad, words and secrets that were once ours will now become everybody's, I sigh, break and forlornly say, "OK"
Suddenly She gets a call. She giggles and says, "Saved by the bell!" and is gone. Personally, I think She let me off the hook. My lesson well learned I quickly leave the room, passing BillyBear on my way out.
Happy Valentines Day Princess
Be my Valentine!billybear carefully tapes his 'Valentine's box' to his blog and hopes for a card or two in his comments section.
Particularly from a certain somebody who's come to mean a lot in BillyBear's life ... A LOT!
Princess I am so incredibly happy that we've grown close and I hope we'll grow closer still. I can't offer much in the way of gifts but I freely offer You my friendship and freely accept Yours on this Valentines day! Having You become such a close friend to this little ol' billybear is a gift beyond compare. You are a very good friend - thank You for You. So my want and need for You has changed a little over our time together; I want and need to be as good a friend to You that You have been to me. Don't get me wrong I still want and need other things but not as much as Your friendship, not anymore. soft smile
You are many things to me ... will You also be my Valentine?
Monday, February 12, 2007
AMAZING!!! Everyone ROCKS!!! Thanks!
Everyone who took the time to vote for Princess on phone sex central, Thanks!!! This was great!
When I headed off to bed at 11:30PM She had garnered 178 votes still solidly in second place!
Sunday, February 11, 2007
BattleStar: The Woman King
I thought this was a so-so episode. What I refer to as a bridge episode.
The primary story arc was there was a racist doctor who was deliberately killing Sagitarons. He was exposed by the end of the episode. Helo was vindicated. We find out that Apollo's wife Dee is a Sagitaron. Sagitaron's apparently have a religion very similar to the Christian Sect I'm drawing a blank on that refuses medical treatment. I guess humanity hasn't evolved past racism in the BattleStar universe.
They're teasing us with the damned Baltar trial, I wonder when they'll have it. Sarak thinks that Laura should have martial law when the trial commences because there will be riots and assassination attempts. Next weeks teaser doesn't seem to indicate that there will be a trial then. They might be setting that up for a possible cliff hanger - who knows?
What I found interesting was Caprica Six apparently has a Baltar in her head (this is the physical model in the jail cell). They're observing her behavior and Laura is definitely noticing something going on there. Princess as best I can recall this is the first time we've seen this? Am I right? I'm not sure.
This six seemed a lot more "subbie" to Baltar in her head. What do you think? Naturally I prefer the more dominant model in Baltar's head. Baltar is telling Caprica Six that what she really wants is to be human. Six does not disagree. Baltar says to achieve that she must only put her self first. I can see Baltar saying that but I disagree with that with regards to humanity. I would argue we're most "human" when we do the exact opposit
I would have to say this was one of the weakest episodes of a very good season (some episode has to come out last). I hope this is the low water mark so then I don't have to worry about it - lol
Princess let me know your thoughts when you have time and all you other BattleStar fans too!
The primary story arc was there was a racist doctor who was deliberately killing Sagitarons. He was exposed by the end of the episode. Helo was vindicated. We find out that Apollo's wife Dee is a Sagitaron. Sagitaron's apparently have a religion very similar to the Christian Sect I'm drawing a blank on that refuses medical treatment. I guess humanity hasn't evolved past racism in the BattleStar universe.
They're teasing us with the damned Baltar trial, I wonder when they'll have it. Sarak thinks that Laura should have martial law when the trial commences because there will be riots and assassination attempts. Next weeks teaser doesn't seem to indicate that there will be a trial then. They might be setting that up for a possible cliff hanger - who knows?
What I found interesting was Caprica Six apparently has a Baltar in her head (this is the physical model in the jail cell). They're observing her behavior and Laura is definitely noticing something going on there. Princess as best I can recall this is the first time we've seen this? Am I right? I'm not sure.
This six seemed a lot more "subbie" to Baltar in her head. What do you think? Naturally I prefer the more dominant model in Baltar's head. Baltar is telling Caprica Six that what she really wants is to be human. Six does not disagree. Baltar says to achieve that she must only put her self first. I can see Baltar saying that but I disagree with that with regards to humanity. I would argue we're most "human" when we do the exact opposit
I would have to say this was one of the weakest episodes of a very good season (some episode has to come out last). I hope this is the low water mark so then I don't have to worry about it - lol
Princess let me know your thoughts when you have time and all you other BattleStar fans too!
TracerBulletBilly: Princess Marathon Surprise
A lit cigarette flares in a dark, quiet office. The muted exhalation of smoke ... The serene room is jarred by a jangling phone.
"Princess??!! Who? What do you want? I told you never, ever to call here! EVER! I don't care! Yeah, I'll let her know if I see her. Sheesh!"
The phone slams down. The hushed smoking continues. The darkness is broken by a sliver of light, a nervous Friday peers in, "Who was it Tracer?"
"Your mom"
"Mom?! What did she want?!!"
"Fuck if I know, somebody died. I got rid of her don't worry about it."
"Who? Who died?"
"Like I was listening ... it was hard to understand her through the blubbering, what a crybaby!"
Once again the office is jarred by the ringing of the phone.
"Twice in one day, that's got to be some sort of record. I'll get it. Princess??!! Oh, it's you. Uh huh, go on ... yeah I got it. Friday! Get in here, we got a case."
Tears running down her cheeks, Friday sullenly enters the room.
"Oh, I see mom passed on the crybaby gene."
"Well I'm worried Tracer ..."
"Uh huh"
"Can I call and find out ..."
Tracer's glare and the fact he's quietly loading a Staple Gun of Stupidity silence the question.
"Look reports are flooding in about this upcoming marathon (17 Feb 07) and that our Princess is giving out prezzies on certain calls. One was from that check kiter 'jem' and we're going to have to talk to her and anyone else who might know something.
It has to do with this weird thing called 'Mardi Gras' and boobs and beads. Hell I don't understand it. What I know is that if you do a twenty minute call with Princess you get to see Her 'Glamorous Globes of Desire' - Her 'Tantalizing Tits of Concupiscence' - Her 'Beautiful Bouncing Boobies of Wonder' - Her 'Powerfully Pert Orbs of ...
Hey! Maybe She'll show us Her Perfectly Profound Pussy of Passion!!!"
"Tracer! There will be no pictures of Her Perfectly Profound Pussy of Passion"
"Her Amorous Anus of Avidity?"
"Tracer! There will be no pictures of Her Amorous Anus of Avidity!"
"But we get to see Her Tantalizing Ta-Tas of Libidinousness?"
"Yesss"
"Stop that!"
"Good Tracer ... Good pe OW!!!"
"Cut it out! Anyway you get the point. But the hour call, well apparently She does this 'special' MP3. Now we know that all of Her MP3s are special but word on the street is this one is extra special and I want to find out what it is!"
"Can't you just wait until She announces it?"
"sigh Yes but what sort of dick would that make me? Nope we're going to roust the chatroom. Shakedown the usual suspects and get to the bottom of this. The Mistresses probably know something ... we'll interrogate MsTara. She's some sort of ring leader. She's been avoiding me of late, I think She's a little intimidated by me ... I can understand that."
"Oh yeah Tracer, the last time we interviewed Her, it went sooo well!"
"Let's roll!"
"Princess??!! Who? What do you want? I told you never, ever to call here! EVER! I don't care! Yeah, I'll let her know if I see her. Sheesh!"
The phone slams down. The hushed smoking continues. The darkness is broken by a sliver of light, a nervous Friday peers in, "Who was it Tracer?"
"Your mom"
"Mom?! What did she want?!!"
"Fuck if I know, somebody died. I got rid of her don't worry about it."
"Who? Who died?"
"Like I was listening ... it was hard to understand her through the blubbering, what a crybaby!"
Once again the office is jarred by the ringing of the phone.
"Twice in one day, that's got to be some sort of record. I'll get it. Princess??!! Oh, it's you. Uh huh, go on ... yeah I got it. Friday! Get in here, we got a case."
Tears running down her cheeks, Friday sullenly enters the room.
"Oh, I see mom passed on the crybaby gene."
"Well I'm worried Tracer ..."
"Uh huh"
"Can I call and find out ..."
Tracer's glare and the fact he's quietly loading a Staple Gun of Stupidity silence the question.
"Look reports are flooding in about this upcoming marathon (17 Feb 07) and that our Princess is giving out prezzies on certain calls. One was from that check kiter 'jem' and we're going to have to talk to her and anyone else who might know something.
It has to do with this weird thing called 'Mardi Gras' and boobs and beads. Hell I don't understand it. What I know is that if you do a twenty minute call with Princess you get to see Her 'Glamorous Globes of Desire' - Her 'Tantalizing Tits of Concupiscence' - Her 'Beautiful Bouncing Boobies of Wonder' - Her 'Powerfully Pert Orbs of ...
Hey! Maybe She'll show us Her Perfectly Profound Pussy of Passion!!!"
"Tracer! There will be no pictures of Her Perfectly Profound Pussy of Passion"
"Her Amorous Anus of Avidity?"
"Tracer! There will be no pictures of Her Amorous Anus of Avidity!"
"But we get to see Her Tantalizing Ta-Tas of Libidinousness?"
"Yesss"
"Stop that!"
"Good Tracer ... Good pe OW!!!"
"Cut it out! Anyway you get the point. But the hour call, well apparently She does this 'special' MP3. Now we know that all of Her MP3s are special but word on the street is this one is extra special and I want to find out what it is!"
"Can't you just wait until She announces it?"
"sigh Yes but what sort of dick would that make me? Nope we're going to roust the chatroom. Shakedown the usual suspects and get to the bottom of this. The Mistresses probably know something ... we'll interrogate MsTara. She's some sort of ring leader. She's been avoiding me of late, I think She's a little intimidated by me ... I can understand that."
"Oh yeah Tracer, the last time we interviewed Her, it went sooo well!"
"Let's roll!"
Keep On Voting!!! - Please
As of 8:40AM EST Princess is at #3 and three votes back from number two!
Now this is fantastic! But would it be beyond cool to get an LDW girl up to the number two position? We all love cock control and sissy school and to have one of their representatives climb so high is just fantastic!
So bebop over to Princess's site and vote!
Or just do it here and help represent LDW and take those "Phone Sex Seduction" bitches down a peg!
Now this is fantastic! But would it be beyond cool to get an LDW girl up to the number two position? We all love cock control and sissy school and to have one of their representatives climb so high is just fantastic!
So bebop over to Princess's site and vote!
Or just do it here and help represent LDW and take those "Phone Sex Seduction" bitches down a peg!
Friday, February 09, 2007
Princess Grace Rocks!!!
I don't know how many of you managed to get into TeaseTime last night. I'm going to let jem go into the details in her blog but if you managed to get in it was quite a treat! Check out Princess's blog for the wonderful things She did for us on a very difficult night.
FIVE MP3s!!! How cool is that?!
The technical issues on simply getting into the room were myriad. Others had no problem but jem and I were struggling. Java was not loading or would run very slowly. I was able to get in through SissySchool but when I would select "Roam" the client would just hang. It was awful!!! I was finally able to get in and stay in about 10:25PM and then the client was very slow, would seem to hang and then blurt up a bunch of messages and seem to hang again. Eventually it stabilized and got better.
Throughout all of it (and jem and I were not the only ones suffering) our Princess was running Her TeaseTime doing the best She could under these trying circumstances. And let me tell you She did GREAT!!! She was doling out the MP3s and teasing through chat and was just the best!
Try to imagine it from Her end. A significant number of people were having problems and Her screen was filling up with IMs and PMs and she's having to deal with all of that (and an asshole heckler) and if you're looking through just your chat client you'd think there was nothing going on at all. Business as usual. WOW! She's is a professional who takes Her job very seriously and far more importantly takes us very seriously and does her very very best to deliver under good conditions or bad!
My Mistress, that had to have been a tough tough night and with all sincerity and gratitude I say, "THANK YOU!!!" Hugs and Kisses we sooo much appreciate it!
Finally this morning I log in to vote before heading off to work and I see this!
At 6:45AM She was Number 8!!!!
So vote ... voooottteee PLEASE!
The breakdown was like this:
#8 93 votes <- Our Princess #7 94 votes #6 95 votes #5 96 votes Three votes from number five!!! Princess, I hope we can get you to #5 and higher. We do appreciate you so!
Thanks again for a great TeaseTime!
FIVE MP3s!!! How cool is that?!
The technical issues on simply getting into the room were myriad. Others had no problem but jem and I were struggling. Java was not loading or would run very slowly. I was able to get in through SissySchool but when I would select "Roam" the client would just hang. It was awful!!! I was finally able to get in and stay in about 10:25PM and then the client was very slow, would seem to hang and then blurt up a bunch of messages and seem to hang again. Eventually it stabilized and got better.
Throughout all of it (and jem and I were not the only ones suffering) our Princess was running Her TeaseTime doing the best She could under these trying circumstances. And let me tell you She did GREAT!!! She was doling out the MP3s and teasing through chat and was just the best!
Try to imagine it from Her end. A significant number of people were having problems and Her screen was filling up with IMs and PMs and she's having to deal with all of that (and an asshole heckler) and if you're looking through just your chat client you'd think there was nothing going on at all. Business as usual. WOW! She's is a professional who takes Her job very seriously and far more importantly takes us very seriously and does her very very best to deliver under good conditions or bad!
My Mistress, that had to have been a tough tough night and with all sincerity and gratitude I say, "THANK YOU!!!" Hugs and Kisses we sooo much appreciate it!
Finally this morning I log in to vote before heading off to work and I see this!
At 6:45AM She was Number 8!!!!So vote ... voooottteee PLEASE!
The breakdown was like this:
#8 93 votes <- Our Princess #7 94 votes #6 95 votes #5 96 votes Three votes from number five!!! Princess, I hope we can get you to #5 and higher. We do appreciate you so!
Thanks again for a great TeaseTime!
Wednesday, February 07, 2007
The Power of Weed
I was hanging in the chatroom last night hoping that Princess or MsTara or BOTH might find some time to pop in and play. They didn't but a group of us managed to amuse ourselves. So a tip of the hat to jem, Kc, tonydshrimp, pothead and others for making it a fun night!
First I'm getting a lot of queries about the Aneros and the fun Princess and I had with it during our call. Thank you Princess Grace for posting my blog entry on your site! I have noticed one side effect. My anus is now deeply in love with the aneros and if I have any negative thoughts about it or type, "stupid aneros" my anus will clinch in rage until I think happy, peaceful thoughts about the little white device. It's having me build a shrine to the aneros in the basement, with candles and an altar ... well you know, daily prayer schedule, the whole nine yards. It's a small price to pay for the pleasure you receive, so don't worry about it. Just don't talk bad about "annie" that's what my butt calls it now. In fact it wont shut up about "annie," puppy love, sheeesh!
Suddenly Giantess Gretchen goes lumbering (in the most delightful and feminine way) by on Her way to another room where She'll create Her Island. A bunch of us follow Her. MsGretchen ended up having a tough go of it during the evening, She kept getting calls which is great for Her but it makes it tough to play. She did the best She could but was frequently on a call.
So there are others in the room when we come in behind Giantess Gretchen. At fifty feet MsGretchen tends to halt any ongoing conversation. There was this one person in the room called "Domme." MsGretchen asks domme if she's pretending to be a mistress from another service or anything like that and domme says nope. Then MsGretchen goes on a call.
I can't remember exactly who was in the room at the time but during this upcoming exchange there was jem, Kc(?), pothead, blooky and a lot of folk I don't know. Domme figures that MsGretchen is busy and opens up with, "I'm new here and not sure of how things work." Then she (? - probably not) asks if everyone in the room is "submissive" and starts receiving a bunch of "yes Mistress"es in reply. She mutters something about how "pathetic" everyone is and I sorta clear my throat and toss up "nope I'm not". None of the regulars have responded to domme at this point. Jem then chimes in with my "legendary" domme status and hasn't "Domme" heard of me? And we're off to the races.
BB: Oh domme knows who I am. We're in the same union. Go to the same meetings.
Others are chiming in with my expertise with kitchen utensils and pothead is glowering about how I stabbed him with a fork. Domme must have realized "she" was about to get, uh, dominated.
Domme: Well I don't like it. I think Bb should leave the room
or something like that. I get dangerously excited and fire back,
BB: WELL DOMME WHY DON'T YOU COME OVER HERE AND MAKE ME?
BB: LMAO
I'm not even listening to domme anymore and others are swarming her like angry bees. I'm firing off little missives of love like
BB: You come in here saying that your new and 'how does this work?'
BB: Well I'm not new and neither is jem, or blooky, or pothead
BB: You lie to Giantess Gretchen about not being some Domme
I spilling off a list of the regulars in the room, kinda paying attention to pathetic domme at this point and seriously laughing my ass off. Domme is having a rough go of it now with the laughing and the giggling and fires off something down the lines of, "Well I'm gone. You all deserve each other!" and exits. I mull that last line over.
BB: You're right domme we do deserve each other
I know almost every regular in the room at this point in time and consider many a friend and others acquaintances. We get along all right. It's nice when there isn't some clown domme or goofy repeater gumming up the works. The "room" can be a lot of fun. MsTara has even commented on this in Her blog.
Giantess Gretchen who I think just wrapped up a call chimed in with how much She enjoyed our little exchange. Well thanks, it was really nice of Her to say that to me, but in all fairness I could not have done it alone (I'm sure the Giantess knows this but I was walking point), everyone helped. She casually flicks me out into the ocean, I guess because She can. I think the fact that I'm too darned cute for my own good annoys Her.
Suddenly pothead squinches his face up real funny (he'd gotten into the mutant weed of Giantess Island at that point) and Giantess Gretchen is gone. Just gone.
BB: "pothead WHAT DID YOU DO?!"
Everyone edges away from pothead. We start composing his tombstone but couldn't find anything much to say about him. Pothead is acting all innocent like, "What did I do?" When GiantessGretchen popped back into the room She was acting like nothing was wrong. Then She got another call. Pothead teleports her out of the room again!
MsVeronica popped in and entertained us. She's fun.
Tonydshrimp shows up and is inconsolable about missing Giantess Gretchen. Boo hoo hooing and blubbering, sheesh, you'd think there was a death in the family. We set up an emergency Gretchen sighting network through IM.
Then tony's dark prayers are answered and the Giantess returns! She's got a large hunk of bamboo in her ear from the bamboo phone she was using and casually attempts to harpoon jem with it. Tonydshrimp is cavorting about and they are talking about how he landed a lucrative deal for Giantess Gretchen and Korbel.
I'm trying to point out to the Giantess that something is horribly wrong with pothead! That he now possesses powers and has been gleefully teleporting Her out of the room. MsGretchen is having none of it. No one can speak ill of pothead. Then She gets a call and pothead teleports Her out of the room AGAIN!
I'm staring hard at pothead at this point. Pothead doesn't like the scrutiny. He keeps telling me to quit it, that it's bugging him and making him paranoid! I turn up the heat.
BB: ::staring hard at pothead:: Is this bugging you? I'm not touching you ...
pothead: are you trying to read my mind?!
BB: ::staring harder:: Is this bugging you? I'm not touc...
There's this blinding flash of light and suddenly I'm in this cornfield near the City of Washington, Iowa. I don't live in the City of Washington ... I don't live in Iowa. It's cold. I'm naked.
Needless to say I'm a tad irritated with pothead ...
First I'm getting a lot of queries about the Aneros and the fun Princess and I had with it during our call. Thank you Princess Grace for posting my blog entry on your site! I have noticed one side effect. My anus is now deeply in love with the aneros and if I have any negative thoughts about it or type, "stupid aneros" my anus will clinch in rage until I think happy, peaceful thoughts about the little white device. It's having me build a shrine to the aneros in the basement, with candles and an altar ... well you know, daily prayer schedule, the whole nine yards. It's a small price to pay for the pleasure you receive, so don't worry about it. Just don't talk bad about "annie" that's what my butt calls it now. In fact it wont shut up about "annie," puppy love, sheeesh!
Suddenly Giantess Gretchen goes lumbering (in the most delightful and feminine way) by on Her way to another room where She'll create Her Island. A bunch of us follow Her. MsGretchen ended up having a tough go of it during the evening, She kept getting calls which is great for Her but it makes it tough to play. She did the best She could but was frequently on a call.
So there are others in the room when we come in behind Giantess Gretchen. At fifty feet MsGretchen tends to halt any ongoing conversation. There was this one person in the room called "Domme." MsGretchen asks domme if she's pretending to be a mistress from another service or anything like that and domme says nope. Then MsGretchen goes on a call.
I can't remember exactly who was in the room at the time but during this upcoming exchange there was jem, Kc(?), pothead, blooky and a lot of folk I don't know. Domme figures that MsGretchen is busy and opens up with, "I'm new here and not sure of how things work." Then she (? - probably not) asks if everyone in the room is "submissive" and starts receiving a bunch of "yes Mistress"es in reply. She mutters something about how "pathetic" everyone is and I sorta clear my throat and toss up "nope I'm not". None of the regulars have responded to domme at this point. Jem then chimes in with my "legendary" domme status and hasn't "Domme" heard of me? And we're off to the races.
BB: Oh domme knows who I am. We're in the same union. Go to the same meetings.
Others are chiming in with my expertise with kitchen utensils and pothead is glowering about how I stabbed him with a fork. Domme must have realized "she" was about to get, uh, dominated.
Domme: Well I don't like it. I think Bb should leave the room
or something like that. I get dangerously excited and fire back,
BB: WELL DOMME WHY DON'T YOU COME OVER HERE AND MAKE ME?
BB: LMAO
I'm not even listening to domme anymore and others are swarming her like angry bees. I'm firing off little missives of love like
BB: You come in here saying that your new and 'how does this work?'
BB: Well I'm not new and neither is jem, or blooky, or pothead
BB: You lie to Giantess Gretchen about not being some Domme
I spilling off a list of the regulars in the room, kinda paying attention to pathetic domme at this point and seriously laughing my ass off. Domme is having a rough go of it now with the laughing and the giggling and fires off something down the lines of, "Well I'm gone. You all deserve each other!" and exits. I mull that last line over.
BB: You're right domme we do deserve each other
I know almost every regular in the room at this point in time and consider many a friend and others acquaintances. We get along all right. It's nice when there isn't some clown domme or goofy repeater gumming up the works. The "room" can be a lot of fun. MsTara has even commented on this in Her blog.
Giantess Gretchen who I think just wrapped up a call chimed in with how much She enjoyed our little exchange. Well thanks, it was really nice of Her to say that to me, but in all fairness I could not have done it alone (I'm sure the Giantess knows this but I was walking point), everyone helped. She casually flicks me out into the ocean, I guess because She can. I think the fact that I'm too darned cute for my own good annoys Her.
Suddenly pothead squinches his face up real funny (he'd gotten into the mutant weed of Giantess Island at that point) and Giantess Gretchen is gone. Just gone.
BB: "pothead WHAT DID YOU DO?!"
Everyone edges away from pothead. We start composing his tombstone but couldn't find anything much to say about him. Pothead is acting all innocent like, "What did I do?" When GiantessGretchen popped back into the room She was acting like nothing was wrong. Then She got another call. Pothead teleports her out of the room again!
MsVeronica popped in and entertained us. She's fun.
Tonydshrimp shows up and is inconsolable about missing Giantess Gretchen. Boo hoo hooing and blubbering, sheesh, you'd think there was a death in the family. We set up an emergency Gretchen sighting network through IM.
Then tony's dark prayers are answered and the Giantess returns! She's got a large hunk of bamboo in her ear from the bamboo phone she was using and casually attempts to harpoon jem with it. Tonydshrimp is cavorting about and they are talking about how he landed a lucrative deal for Giantess Gretchen and Korbel.
I'm trying to point out to the Giantess that something is horribly wrong with pothead! That he now possesses powers and has been gleefully teleporting Her out of the room. MsGretchen is having none of it. No one can speak ill of pothead. Then She gets a call and pothead teleports Her out of the room AGAIN!
I'm staring hard at pothead at this point. Pothead doesn't like the scrutiny. He keeps telling me to quit it, that it's bugging him and making him paranoid! I turn up the heat.
BB: ::staring hard at pothead::
pothead: are you trying to read my mind?!
BB:
There's this blinding flash of light and suddenly I'm in this cornfield near the City of Washington, Iowa. I don't live in the City of Washington ... I don't live in Iowa. It's cold. I'm naked.
Needless to say I'm a tad irritated with pothead ...
Sunday, February 04, 2007
Princess Call: How Princess Popped My Cherry
Well it took Her long enough! sheesh! I've been strutting around like some sort of tart for weeks now. Presenting my wanty needy bottom like some sort of dirty girl whenever Princess and I crossed paths. We had a stretch of bad luck and if you don't care to read about that scroll down to Prom Night and you can read what happened with me getting my cherry popped.
Princess Grace has been yakking about this Aneros thing off and on in Her Tease Times (10PM EST Thursdays) for about as long as I had the pleasure of knowing Her. I've never dabbled in toys, never used lubes, I guess you could call me BoringBillyBear when it comes to that. Most of what I need is comfortably roosted in my head, which I usually have near by and means I don't need a lot of equipment to play.
Still billybear was intrigued. I believe I let this slip in a phone call with Princess and She pounced on that like a kitten on catnip giving me home work down the lines of acquiring one. There are certain harsh realities that I must operate under that made this a not so simple task. But as we all know and desire to make happen, what Princess wants, Princess gets.
Before the January 11th TeaseTime I had located one and my purchasing of the thing is a story in and of itself, let's just leave it at the fact that I had some fun with a cute little clerk (which was surprising in and of itself but this place was fairly upscale) named "Lacey" asking questions like, "and this will make me cum really, really hard?"
Lacey was far tougher to fluster than my dearest and closest friend in the world, Panty Princess Jessica. Lacey also knew what she was doing, suggesting an appropriate lube since I was unwilling to shell out $125 for a jug of Eros Lube that Princess recommends (they didn't have a smaller size). They had like five of the Aneros models and I decided that the Aneros MGX would be the best "fit" for me, kind of a beginner model I guess.
So I waited and dropped my Aneros bombshell on Princess during that January 11th TeaseTime. I think it was the only time that I flustered Her, which was nice. I think Princess realizes that it may take me awhile but I will do what I say I'm going to do. I'm not just a talker. I respect Her too much in that regard, if I'm on my cell and She's having me whack off in traffic then that is exactly what I'm doing. Thank God I don't own a cell (soft smile). My point being if She asks me to do something and I tell Her I'm doing it, well I really am doing it. That's why I tend to shy away from Her, "You'll do anything I want?" queries in TeaseTimes. That's a very dangerous question from Princess if you're really a player!
This Aneros business was important to both of us. She likes to play with this toy (a lot more on this later) and since I've never "gone there" with an anal toy I was determined that this Lady would be the one to claim my cherry.
Well bad luck after worse luck occurred. I had a series of RealWorld events, Princess got sick. We couldn't hook up. Suddenly I went about fourteen days without cumming (this just sort of happened, Princess has issued a "license to cum" for me since denial is a very dangerous game with billybear.) Anyway it just sort of happened. All the while that evil Aneros was in the back of my head whispering plaaaay with me, Princess will never know, come on. And I was thinking about Princess Grace and even though I hadn't been able to converse with Her nearly as much as usual (both of us being swamped) I had the impression that sharing this experience with me was important to Her. I knew it was important to me.
The incessant drone of the Aneros whispers faded into the background as the want and need of having MsGrace "do me" took over. It became a primary focal point for me. This was to be "our" experience, and only ours, other then the fact that I'm spilling details here (LOL) but not all of them just the experience of the Aneros. Finally the stars realigned and I was able to place my call!
Back Story (pun intended)
Princess Grace has been yakking about this Aneros thing off and on in Her Tease Times (10PM EST Thursdays) for about as long as I had the pleasure of knowing Her. I've never dabbled in toys, never used lubes, I guess you could call me BoringBillyBear when it comes to that. Most of what I need is comfortably roosted in my head, which I usually have near by and means I don't need a lot of equipment to play.
Still billybear was intrigued. I believe I let this slip in a phone call with Princess and She pounced on that like a kitten on catnip giving me home work down the lines of acquiring one. There are certain harsh realities that I must operate under that made this a not so simple task. But as we all know and desire to make happen, what Princess wants, Princess gets.
Before the January 11th TeaseTime I had located one and my purchasing of the thing is a story in and of itself, let's just leave it at the fact that I had some fun with a cute little clerk (which was surprising in and of itself but this place was fairly upscale) named "Lacey" asking questions like, "and this will make me cum really, really hard?"
Lacey was far tougher to fluster than my dearest and closest friend in the world, Panty Princess Jessica. Lacey also knew what she was doing, suggesting an appropriate lube since I was unwilling to shell out $125 for a jug of Eros Lube that Princess recommends (they didn't have a smaller size). They had like five of the Aneros models and I decided that the Aneros MGX would be the best "fit" for me, kind of a beginner model I guess.
So I waited and dropped my Aneros bombshell on Princess during that January 11th TeaseTime. I think it was the only time that I flustered Her, which was nice. I think Princess realizes that it may take me awhile but I will do what I say I'm going to do. I'm not just a talker. I respect Her too much in that regard, if I'm on my cell and She's having me whack off in traffic then that is exactly what I'm doing. Thank God I don't own a cell (soft smile). My point being if She asks me to do something and I tell Her I'm doing it, well I really am doing it. That's why I tend to shy away from Her, "You'll do anything I want?" queries in TeaseTimes. That's a very dangerous question from Princess if you're really a player!
This Aneros business was important to both of us. She likes to play with this toy (a lot more on this later) and since I've never "gone there" with an anal toy I was determined that this Lady would be the one to claim my cherry.
Well bad luck after worse luck occurred. I had a series of RealWorld events, Princess got sick. We couldn't hook up. Suddenly I went about fourteen days without cumming (this just sort of happened, Princess has issued a "license to cum" for me since denial is a very dangerous game with billybear.) Anyway it just sort of happened. All the while that evil Aneros was in the back of my head whispering plaaaay with me, Princess will never know, come on. And I was thinking about Princess Grace and even though I hadn't been able to converse with Her nearly as much as usual (both of us being swamped) I had the impression that sharing this experience with me was important to Her. I knew it was important to me.
The incessant drone of the Aneros whispers faded into the background as the want and need of having MsGrace "do me" took over. It became a primary focal point for me. This was to be "our" experience, and only ours, other then the fact that I'm spilling details here (LOL) but not all of them just the experience of the Aneros. Finally the stars realigned and I was able to place my call!
Prom Night
What to wear? What to wear?! I finally decided to pass on the tux and went for a strapless pink prom dress since I was most definitely the girl tonight. I lit scented candles, put Possession on and started drinking. Princess likes her virgins tipsy, not drunk, that comes later.
Sooooo ...
First and foremost this was one incredible, awesome call on every level, across the board, just fantastic! So let's begin.
MsGrace was very aware of my nervousness on this. She knew exactly how to play me. We chatted for a few minutes and then She asked me if I had "it" nearby.
In case you don't know much about this device (I didn't and once acquiring it I kept myself deliberately in the dark about it, wanting to experience every aspect of it through Her) I was under the impression that it was made of latex from its pictures. Nope. It is hard as a rock. That intimidated me a bit particularly with those dangly jobbies coming out of the bottom. Billybear does his calls sitting up. I IMd Princess about this and she told me "it can be done but you have to be careful." Well I decided to do this lying down, I'll do advanced positions later if needed.
She tells me to stand up and coat the thing with lube, but don't make it all "gloopy." Gloopy is a technical term meaning "don't use too much."
"OK, it's coated but not gloopy"
"OK, insert it gently, relax 'down there' and press it in slowly"
This was an interesting sensation for billybear. It went in about halfway and then after getting it over the hump slid easily in. It also goes in a certain way. The device is bent and you want the bent end towards the penis. After it was in She told me to clinch (clinch will be my technical term for 'contracting the sphincter' since the word 'sphincter' grosses me out for some reason).
Princess asks me how it feels and I'm drawing a blank on the description and tell Her something down the lines of, "Well I'm definitely aware of it." Which drew a giggle. She tells me to sit down slowly and carefully. Billybear sat down slowly and oh so carefully. And then she tells me to lay down and I do on my back. Her tone and attitude is so sweet and gentle. That reads silly in a way but it was exactly what I needed. Reassuring.
Her cock is harder than the fucking Aneros. I'm continuing to clinch and relax and She's telling me that I should be noticing somethings. What I'm noticing is that Her cock is a leaky mess, precum just oozing out and that my mind is an equally deviant mess. I'm not exactly in the mood to chat about the weather at the moment I want to talk about very naughty things. Princess is aware of these effects and She's weaving one of my absolute favorite fantasies into Her instructions.
I am immediately and completely "subbie" at this point in time. Just clinching and relaxing and listening and participating to the best of billybear's abilities. Normally in our phone calls I'm no where near as subbie as I am at this point in time. I'd guess we're maybe five or ten minutes into the call.
On one of the clinches Her cock suddenly coughs up a pretty good blob of precum mixed with cum on my tummy. It says something like, "Bleagh, uh, sorry, I over ate, I feel a little better now."
I relay this information to MsGrace and She tells me to lay off the clinching for a bit, that this device can be used for milking (which is not our objective for tonight) and that we have to be cautious because I've been in denial for awhile. She tells me to roll onto my side.
Now before I get into the rest of this She made one more observation at this point in time. She said with Aneros play most of Her pets get very vocal. Loud. But naturally Her billybear is different (of course - why be normal? - lol). The more turned on I get the quieter I get. During this call I was very quiet but I was trying very hard to give Her the feedback She deserved. So, in a nutshell if you're a screamer, you're most likely going to be a louder screamer.
So I'm on my side and She tells me to reach back with my hand and grab the little curly queue thing that's at the back of the Aneros. I do so, then She tells me to move it front to back, front to back. Her voice was very rhythmic and soft. Then She said side to side, side to side. She would very the pattern, I preferred the front to back (which puts the device into more contact with the prostate) over the side to side but believe you me, it was all good. While She's doing the pattern thing She's also weaving in the fantasy and working the instructions into the fantasy. I am astounded I'm recalling any of this to this level because I was soooo gone, soooo completely into Her.
I have yet to touch Her leaky dibbly cock. It's starting to complain down the lines of, "Oh I know it's all about the ass tonight but come on, toss me a bone, give me a little shake dammit!"
I've said nothing to Princess about this little whiner but being the absolute best She knows and weaves permission into the fantasy. In my little fantasies it's always Princess touching me. The skill and depth of knowledge on display by Her during this entire call is beyond impressive. I hope I'm giving you an idea of it. Her ability to work how to use the Aneros and keep it working within the fantasy was fantastic. Once She started the fantasy was never broken by just instructions.
I am very, very deep and She's speaking softly, wuving Her billybear, deep inside me in every sense of the word. I'm on my back, my eyes closed, listening intently to every word, trying to provide feedback, not sure if I am but trying hard. Wuving Her right back.
She's coaxing me to cum now. Gently, taking Her time but building it up. Her cock is unimaginably hard at this point in time. I don't think it's ever been harder. I'm getting to the moment of going over and I'm subconsciously clinching at this point. I'm not trying to fight it at all but I am trying to preserve that moment in time when you actually do go over. You know what I mean I think, that one moment when you know the next stroke or dirty thought or trigger from Princess will "do it" and your orgasm will begin. For me the Aneros helped stretch that moment, I don't know if that's true "real time" but it's true "in my head time."
I literally feel my eyes roll back into my head and Her cock goes off like a rifle! I know this because the spasm of Her cock, the cinching, the "trigger" and everything else lined up just right and a huge wad of cum splashes against my chin! Like from a squirt gun. I am not kidding. Sheesh!
This unexpected event jars me a little bit and I'm cautiously opening my eyes to get an update. My Princess is saying something, encouraging and calming words I think. I've been reduced to some primal state, I can hear Her in the background but I'm not really listening or understanding. The splash of sperm has caused me to snap Her cock into an upright position. Normally I'm more of a dribbler but in this case Her cock is proud and hard and and cum is flowing out of the head with littler eruptions shooting up. Her little Vesuvius.
The orgasm rolls on but Her cock is loosing steam turning more into the Wicked Witch of the West, "I'm shrinking, what a wicked world ... what a wicked world" while still spasming and cumming. I'm starting to understand what MsGrace is saying now. She's calming me, telling me to breath slowly, calm down. I have no idea what She heard from me, what I said or moaned or anything. I'm pretty sure She heard me though because as I was starting to come to my senses She was right there with me. Her timing perfect! So I think I was giving back.
I'm figuratively laying with my head on Her lap at this point. Relaxing, listening to Her, calming down, heart rate slowing. Spent.
The Aneros is starting to bug me a little and I ask Her if I can take it out. She says sure, roll on your side and gently pull it out. Well my ass seems to have fallen deeply in love with the Aneros and wasn't real willing to "let go" with out a bit of a fight, it clung tightly to it's lover as it was withdrawn. I think it still misses it :-)
We chatted for a bit. I was glad I brought a towel because I was a real cummy mess! And the Aneros will get "dirty" and it's very easy to clean.
It was an incredibly intense, long orgasm. I know that the Anerose helped with that but would have been not nearly as intense or enjoyable or long without the presence of my Mistress, my Princess Grace. This entire unbelievable, erotic, fun experience I gratefully lay at Her feet.
So if you're thinking of playing with this device or even have in the past I can guaran-fucking-tee you that your experience will be oh so much better under the guidance of Princess Grace.
Billybear turns his trusting eyes to his Mistress. Princess Grace words fail me. You know what you mean to me. You know what this meant to me, You were there. Wuv You and Thank You so very much!
Your pet, Your billybear
PS: Princess you should consider making an Aneros type mp3 (but purchase stock in the company first, billybear expects there will be an uptick).
Sooooo ...
First and foremost this was one incredible, awesome call on every level, across the board, just fantastic! So let's begin.
MsGrace was very aware of my nervousness on this. She knew exactly how to play me. We chatted for a few minutes and then She asked me if I had "it" nearby.
In case you don't know much about this device (I didn't and once acquiring it I kept myself deliberately in the dark about it, wanting to experience every aspect of it through Her) I was under the impression that it was made of latex from its pictures. Nope. It is hard as a rock. That intimidated me a bit particularly with those dangly jobbies coming out of the bottom. Billybear does his calls sitting up. I IMd Princess about this and she told me "it can be done but you have to be careful." Well I decided to do this lying down, I'll do advanced positions later if needed.
She tells me to stand up and coat the thing with lube, but don't make it all "gloopy." Gloopy is a technical term meaning "don't use too much."
"OK, it's coated but not gloopy"
"OK, insert it gently, relax 'down there' and press it in slowly"
This was an interesting sensation for billybear. It went in about halfway and then after getting it over the hump slid easily in. It also goes in a certain way. The device is bent and you want the bent end towards the penis. After it was in She told me to clinch (clinch will be my technical term for 'contracting the sphincter' since the word 'sphincter' grosses me out for some reason).
Princess asks me how it feels and I'm drawing a blank on the description and tell Her something down the lines of, "Well I'm definitely aware of it." Which drew a giggle. She tells me to sit down slowly and carefully. Billybear sat down slowly and oh so carefully. And then she tells me to lay down and I do on my back. Her tone and attitude is so sweet and gentle. That reads silly in a way but it was exactly what I needed. Reassuring.
Her cock is harder than the fucking Aneros. I'm continuing to clinch and relax and She's telling me that I should be noticing somethings. What I'm noticing is that Her cock is a leaky mess, precum just oozing out and that my mind is an equally deviant mess. I'm not exactly in the mood to chat about the weather at the moment I want to talk about very naughty things. Princess is aware of these effects and She's weaving one of my absolute favorite fantasies into Her instructions.
I am immediately and completely "subbie" at this point in time. Just clinching and relaxing and listening and participating to the best of billybear's abilities. Normally in our phone calls I'm no where near as subbie as I am at this point in time. I'd guess we're maybe five or ten minutes into the call.
On one of the clinches Her cock suddenly coughs up a pretty good blob of precum mixed with cum on my tummy. It says something like, "Bleagh, uh, sorry, I over ate, I feel a little better now."
I relay this information to MsGrace and She tells me to lay off the clinching for a bit, that this device can be used for milking (which is not our objective for tonight) and that we have to be cautious because I've been in denial for awhile. She tells me to roll onto my side.
Now before I get into the rest of this She made one more observation at this point in time. She said with Aneros play most of Her pets get very vocal. Loud. But naturally Her billybear is different (of course - why be normal? - lol). The more turned on I get the quieter I get. During this call I was very quiet but I was trying very hard to give Her the feedback She deserved. So, in a nutshell if you're a screamer, you're most likely going to be a louder screamer.
So I'm on my side and She tells me to reach back with my hand and grab the little curly queue thing that's at the back of the Aneros. I do so, then She tells me to move it front to back, front to back. Her voice was very rhythmic and soft. Then She said side to side, side to side. She would very the pattern, I preferred the front to back (which puts the device into more contact with the prostate) over the side to side but believe you me, it was all good. While She's doing the pattern thing She's also weaving in the fantasy and working the instructions into the fantasy. I am astounded I'm recalling any of this to this level because I was soooo gone, soooo completely into Her.
I have yet to touch Her leaky dibbly cock. It's starting to complain down the lines of, "Oh I know it's all about the ass tonight but come on, toss me a bone, give me a little shake dammit!"
I've said nothing to Princess about this little whiner but being the absolute best She knows and weaves permission into the fantasy. In my little fantasies it's always Princess touching me. The skill and depth of knowledge on display by Her during this entire call is beyond impressive. I hope I'm giving you an idea of it. Her ability to work how to use the Aneros and keep it working within the fantasy was fantastic. Once She started the fantasy was never broken by just instructions.
I am very, very deep and She's speaking softly, wuving Her billybear, deep inside me in every sense of the word. I'm on my back, my eyes closed, listening intently to every word, trying to provide feedback, not sure if I am but trying hard. Wuving Her right back.
She's coaxing me to cum now. Gently, taking Her time but building it up. Her cock is unimaginably hard at this point in time. I don't think it's ever been harder. I'm getting to the moment of going over and I'm subconsciously clinching at this point. I'm not trying to fight it at all but I am trying to preserve that moment in time when you actually do go over. You know what I mean I think, that one moment when you know the next stroke or dirty thought or trigger from Princess will "do it" and your orgasm will begin. For me the Aneros helped stretch that moment, I don't know if that's true "real time" but it's true "in my head time."
I literally feel my eyes roll back into my head and Her cock goes off like a rifle! I know this because the spasm of Her cock, the cinching, the "trigger" and everything else lined up just right and a huge wad of cum splashes against my chin! Like from a squirt gun. I am not kidding. Sheesh!
This unexpected event jars me a little bit and I'm cautiously opening my eyes to get an update. My Princess is saying something, encouraging and calming words I think. I've been reduced to some primal state, I can hear Her in the background but I'm not really listening or understanding. The splash of sperm has caused me to snap Her cock into an upright position. Normally I'm more of a dribbler but in this case Her cock is proud and hard and and cum is flowing out of the head with littler eruptions shooting up. Her little Vesuvius.
The orgasm rolls on but Her cock is loosing steam turning more into the Wicked Witch of the West, "I'm shrinking, what a wicked world ... what a wicked world" while still spasming and cumming. I'm starting to understand what MsGrace is saying now. She's calming me, telling me to breath slowly, calm down. I have no idea what She heard from me, what I said or moaned or anything. I'm pretty sure She heard me though because as I was starting to come to my senses She was right there with me. Her timing perfect! So I think I was giving back.
I'm figuratively laying with my head on Her lap at this point. Relaxing, listening to Her, calming down, heart rate slowing. Spent.
The Aneros is starting to bug me a little and I ask Her if I can take it out. She says sure, roll on your side and gently pull it out. Well my ass seems to have fallen deeply in love with the Aneros and wasn't real willing to "let go" with out a bit of a fight, it clung tightly to it's lover as it was withdrawn. I think it still misses it :-)
We chatted for a bit. I was glad I brought a towel because I was a real cummy mess! And the Aneros will get "dirty" and it's very easy to clean.
It was an incredibly intense, long orgasm. I know that the Anerose helped with that but would have been not nearly as intense or enjoyable or long without the presence of my Mistress, my Princess Grace. This entire unbelievable, erotic, fun experience I gratefully lay at Her feet.
So if you're thinking of playing with this device or even have in the past I can guaran-fucking-tee you that your experience will be oh so much better under the guidance of Princess Grace.
Billybear turns his trusting eyes to his Mistress. Princess Grace words fail me. You know what you mean to me. You know what this meant to me, You were there. Wuv You and Thank You so very much!
Your pet, Your billybear
PS: Princess you should consider making an Aneros type mp3 (but purchase stock in the company first, billybear expects there will be an uptick).
Friday, February 02, 2007
PervStar Transcript
The following call was intercepted by PervStar - when perverts get in trouble, call PervStar
P: It's time billybear
B: Time Princess?
P: For the aneros sweetie, you're really going to like this
B: I'm pretty nervous
P: Oh please - are all my pets so wimpy?
P:::mutters:: sheesh - a bunch of hairy backed Marys
P: put some lube on it
B: OK, I put on a light coating
P: More, cover it with lube ... idiot
B: Yes Mistress, it's covered
P: Now put some lube on your fingers and stick them up your ass
B: Put my fingers in my ass? eeewwww
P: Do it
B: Yes Mistress
P: Take the aneros ...
B: Sorry slipped out of my hand
P: Take the aneros by the dorsal end and
P: shove the ventral end into your ass
B: The ventral end? Won't that hurt?
P: Faggot shut up and do it! NOW!
B: Yes Mistress, shove it?
P: Fucking shove it up your ass NOW! Do it pansy boy!
B: ohhhhhhhHHHHhhhh
B: ::whispers:: oh my god
P: What? What's happening???
B: Cuming, cuming so hard - huuurrrts
P: You're cuming? You haven't even touched your cock yet!
P: What sort of weirdo are you?
P: It's not suppose to hurt
B: shhhhh still cuming - really hurting now
B: owwwwwww
P: Well take it out dummy. It's not suppose to hurt
B: wont come out, keeps slipping
P: grab the loops and pull it out
B: can't reach them
P: What the fuck are you talking about ...
P: OH MY GOD
P: Did you insert it backwards you idiot?
B: really hurts ....
P:::panicked:: what are you going to do?!
P: OH MY GOD oh my god
B: help me Princess ...
P: get a coat hanger and more lube
P: we're gonna perform an aneros abortion ...
Pregame jitters Princess
soft smile
P: It's time billybear
B: Time Princess?
P: For the aneros sweetie, you're really going to like this
B: I'm pretty nervous
P: Oh please - are all my pets so wimpy?
P:
P: put some lube on it
B: OK, I put on a light coating
P: More, cover it with lube ... idiot
B: Yes Mistress, it's covered
P: Now put some lube on your fingers and stick them up your ass
B: Put my fingers in my ass? eeewwww
P: Do it
B:
P: Take the aneros ...
B: Sorry slipped out of my hand
P: Take the aneros by the dorsal end and
P: shove the ventral end into your ass
B: The ventral end? Won't that hurt?
P: Faggot shut up and do it! NOW!
B: Yes Mistress, shove it?
P: Fucking shove it up your ass NOW! Do it pansy boy!
B:
B:
P: What? What's happening???
B: Cuming, cuming so hard - huuurrrts
P: You're cuming? You haven't even touched your cock yet!
P: What sort of weirdo are you?
P: It's not suppose to hurt
B: shhhhh still cuming - really hurting now
B: owwwwwww
P: Well take it out dummy. It's not suppose to hurt
B: wont come out, keeps slipping
P:
B:
P: What the fuck are you talking about ...
P: OH MY GOD
P: Did you insert it backwards you idiot?
B: really hurts ....
P:
P: OH MY GOD oh my god
B: help me Princess ...
P: get a coat hanger and more lube
P: we're gonna perform an aneros abortion ...
Pregame jitters Princess
soft smile
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