Friday Fun

Yeah ... so it's Friday, AGAIN and I'm rushing all over the place and finally manage to come strolling into MsTara's TeaTime, trying to look cool but a little out of breath from all the rushing around I was doing. So I get there at about 6:58PM wondering if I missed it all.

Nope. MsTara sat at the head of the table and I hunkered down next to pothead for obvious reasons. I was somewhat sorta hoping MsTara had returned from her beach vacation as lobster woman. I was going to give her a big hug since I had put all this mouse hair get in my fur and was rather prickly. But nooooo MsTara was radiant, bronzed and relaxed. My first scheme foiled.

Banky was offering me tea and something but since he's been denied at least as long as jem was and I really wasn't in the mood for another lap full of scalding tea. So I passed on that. It was after seven and so I ask MsTara if it's OK to stab pothead in the leg with a pencil.

MsTara allows me to proceed. Someone wasn't paying attention ...

So gently and with great understanding I drive the pencil into pothead's thigh. pothead looks around and mutters, "ow."

MsTara is livid, "Billy you know THE ONE PERSON in this room you're not allowed to abuse, you know who that is!"

"Um, point of order MsTara? If you scroll up you'll see I asked for and received permission to stab pothead. PLEASE scroll up."

The room is deathly still while MsTara checks this out, "Well that seems to be a technicality. Fuck it, I'm the Mistress." And she tases me. Now my good buddies "nerd boy" and giselle really aren't helping matters. MsTara picks me up by the leg and starts shaking me while pencils and shish-kabobs go clattering on the floor before dropping me in a heap.

It's been awhile since I've tasted the sweet sting of MsTara's trademarked taser so I'm speaking gibberish and finally my head clears enough to say, "Help me banky ... help me." Banky's looking very uncertain about that request while he's watching me slowly crawl across the floor like a wounded snake.

"Um I'm not sure how I can help you billybear."

"Just hold still while I drive these pencils into your leg like pitons so that I can pull myself up. Hold still dammit!"

Banky suddenly remembers a pressing appointment and has to go. uh huh. After awhile the effects of the tasing wear off and I can get up. It's around seven twenty or so and MsTara says she has to go. Leaving me with giselle, pothead, nerd boy and megan (a real chatty Cathy) I think. Now giselle and nerd boy have been mocking sweet, meek billybear through his entire ordeal.

::billy picks up a soup ladle:: Bye MsTara!
::billy picks up a salad fork:: So long, we'll miss You!!!
::billy slowly approaches giselle:: toodle-oo MsTara, don't worry about a thing - Ta!

MsTara is making some noise about how sweet I used to be but She's stuck and She knows it. She exits.

I turn to the room, "Did I ever tell you that I was a legendary domme?"

Later in the evening I'm prepping for what I hope will be a MsGrace call. I'm unsure of it and though not happy about it more than willing to cut MsGrace a lot of slack. If she ends up partying or playing, well come on, it's the day after Her birthday and quite honestly the celebration should last a week or so anyway.

So I'm in an IM with Lucky Pet and we're discussing music and his sudden infatuation with Liz Phair. I was trying to introduce him to Aimee Mann but she lacks Liz's fashion sense and plus is far more melodic and not as rock and roll as Liz. So we're yakking about this and that and jem pops in and asks if I've heard anything about the call and I say no not yet. I'm really hoping it will happen but haven't heard a word.

I remind jem that she's minutes away from FreakyFriday and so off jem goes. I'm still in IM with Lucky and I decide to once again lock horns with my nemesis Corruptrix. I had learned through the grapevine that tonight's FreakyFriday had something to do with cat worshiping or something like that. So I adjust the transmorgifier and enter the room as BillyBast.

I immediately start taunting Corruptrix since I'm some sort of Goddess with droopy boobs and Corruptrix moves off to survey the situation. MsAva and MsVeronica and my old gal pal StaphMarie don't seem to be too amused with this incarnation of billy. I end up with the moniker 'billybastard' which sort of hurt my Goddess feelings so I figure if they want to have some sort of celebration of pussy (and I am all for that!) then who am I to stand in their way. I exit and reenter as billybear.

Now I'm not the best multi-tasker in the world so I'm trying to maintain my fun IM with Lucky Pet and keep an eye on what's going on in the room which is moving very fast. It's not working out very well. I think MsAva is still irritated with me and the whole Bast thing and is asking me about some ancient instrument I should know and I'm googling the shit out of that and yakking with Lucky and it's just not working out. I bail and mark myself as 'be right back' in the room.

I've sort of got my eye on the room which is flowing like a river and talking The Doors and Costello and Liam Lynch with Lucky when he announces he must depart. I begin to focus back on the room and apparently I'm being cooked. I'm trying to figure out to reengage when my IM window pops open with ...

hi hi

That will be the next post ... :-)