Princess's Most Devoted Pet - POLL

Blogger has added a polling feature so I figured what the heck. Off to the right you'll see the question:

Who is Princess's Most Devoted Pet?

And three VERY difficult choices. What? What is it mittens™®? You wanna play too? Honey you're gonna get your ass handed to you. Well OK

Where was I? Oh yeah, three very difficult choices and one obviously wrong answer.

So come on and VOTE for Princess's Most Devoted Pet! - ME

Update: Apparently you have to be logged into your blogger account to vote so that someone can't come in anonymous and weight the voting. Not that I'd know, I must have heard it somewhere, yeah, that has to be it. nervous giggle, wrings paws

OH and you can't do this off of a blog reader unless it shows the right hand bar. Quit looking so smug mittens™® this isn't over yet!

Update: After three frantic days of voting and twenty votes received the results are in and billybear has beaten mittens by a whopping 2-1 margin! Both billybear AND billyPotter receiving votes while mittens remained mittens. The final votes were:

billybear 1 5%
tracerbulletbilly 0 0%
billyPotter 1 5%
mittens™® 18 90%

Thanks to everyone for playing! A big kudos to MsTara for mentioning my little blog on Her radio station for two days! That was very kind and I know, like ace, you will always have my back!

Princess Lets Fuck with Her! (Princess Call)

Not sure how to blog this one.

The night started off with RealWorld drama but at a low, maintainable level not like last week where there was nothing that could be done - tonights call was GONNA happen even if I had to get a motel room! My autism is on record and I gotta get my boxer shorts at K-Mart. K-Mart! I don't like fluctuation. Princess recognized this immediately in my pathetic IM and replied back, "tonydshrimp is in the chatroom."

I occupied myself with that shiny bauble until MsTara showed up, barreling past me and mittens®™ and fell on tony like night, engulfing him. Anyway it was good to see tony and I hope he hangs for awhile.

Everything seemed to line up. My drama evaporated, Princess finished a call at just about the same time and IMd "CALL Me." I punch speed dail and it is on.

I always struggle at this point balancing on what I will share. The 'play' part I'm very shy about and other parts are just well 'ours' so arms waving, face scrunched up in concentration, I step out onto the tightrope.

Just let me get this out of the way. Princess I know I interrupted You several times last night and if I was rude I apologize, I hate being rude! I think it was really a reflection of how into the call I was, anyway apologies if needed :-)

Well one thing we gabbed about was Her magic wand. She says that she can last maybe three seconds under that and with the G-Spot attachment even less. I just ordered one, what's good for Princess is good for billy, can't wait to use that G-Spot thingy.

I am a lot like Princess in some regards. There are certain types of secrets I can not sit on. I told her I was 'bad' and 'naughty' but wouldn't let Her know anything until the play started. Anyway I wuvs Her and collapsed like a house of cards when the playing got serious and managed to let Her know I bought Her something (no big deal cash wise) 'off list' meaning not on Her wish list. I hope She enjoys it, I know She's been working a lot recently so just wanted to well kiss Her on the cheek - lmao

She busted a gut over the most recent Awwww Poor Baby post I made. The baby pic I found She really gets a kick out of.

Around this time my IM window pops open from jem saying that she managed to complete Princess's game with fifteen minutes to spare!

"Princess, let's fuck with her!" I say as Princess receives a similar IM from jemmie.

"NO billy, jemmie has been through so much!" and then giggling (Her downfall) She says, "What are you thinking?"

jem is in a different timezone than Princess's and mine, so it's 11:45PM to jemmie but 12:45AM to us.

I'm telling Princess what I'm typing as I reply to jemmie, "Did you and Princess discuss timezones before you started the game? Because it's 12:45 here."

Princess is giggling and telling me how evil I am while jem kicks back something down the lines of no they didn't discuss timezones but she's certain her timezone is fine.

Princess fires off (I wish I could remember it verbatim it was so funny) an IM to jemmie down the lines of, "I'm sorry sweetie but it's 12:45AM here and all games are held in Princess's timezone."

I hope jem will comment on what she made of this, but jemmie just so you know, Princess and I HAD A BLAST giggling like school girls. Then we backed off and Princess told me how impressed She was with jemmie and didn't think she could do it without a rest day. Way to go jem!

Princess mentioned that She was thinking of doing a blog post about melonMittens, She had found the pic I emailed Her during the call. I hope She finds time to do it :-)

Then the play kicked in. As I already alluded to I was in a bit of a mood so I'm trying to work Princess while She's working me. We're battling back and forth when I start singing the 'Dueling Banjos' song from Deliverance and we laugh over that. I think She's a tad (as in almost microscopic) worried because I know Her well enough that one day I might get fortunate enough to land the right combination of triggers to get Her real quiet, REAL listeny or even more probable I catch Her in the right mood. LOL

Anyway Princess just DESTROYS me with the phrase 'My billy' and I sink into Her warm embrace. So, so very yummy! She knows how much I love being Hers, want and need to be HERS!

I'm permitted release and much more than little poofts of dust came out (winks at jem).

My cheeks hurt, I have a serious cramp in my stomach from all the laughter and fun.

Princess Grace you are so wonderful, so yummy and I can't wait to play with you again!

Wuvs You
YOUR billybear ::blush::

Getting to Know Me Part III

Here's another installment of Princess's game.

::grabs mittens and plops her on his lap:: This could be a rough ride. I don't like talking about myself.

1) If you could have just one wish granted today by a magic fairy, what would that wish be? (no you cant wish for more wishes lol)

Well I can be narcissistic and there's an element of that in this reply. A cure for all diseases or at least one in particular, color me selfish.

2) Do you have an irrational fear? If so please share and explain what and if you know why you have it.

Heights. Can't stand 'em. Flying is fine but put me on a ledge and billy gets woozy.

3) Do you like a person's pubic hair be trimmed, shaved, or just grown out as the jungle it was intended it to be? And does yours match your own feelings on how others should be?

On guys I'm not looking. On girls I do like seeing what lies beneath :-) Now I never considered (pig that I am) what my partner might like. I'll check into that and aim to please.

4) Do you like your job? If you love it, what is the top reason you do. If you hate it, what is the top reason you do.

Not crazy about my job. It bores me. I'm also in a age bracket with other RealWorld considerations that hold me in place. Feeling stuck doesn't help much - lol

5) Name three words that.....

a) that best describe the person you are....

Quirky (or moody), funny, loving

b) that best describe you in bed.... (or so you think lol)

endurance (this is not necessarily a good thing), pervy (when I can), chatty

c) that make you laugh......

One worders wont work. Getting Princess on a serious laugh roll,
reading a great blog post,
fun

Update: I saw the 'anonymous' comment and wish I had answered that way, 'Princess, jem, lucky' but the unfiltered one is above, but I consider the anonymous one more accurate upon reflection.

d) that get you excited......

'My' as in 'My billybear' that one is tops.
Hearing and saying 'wuvs you'
'uh huh' the one that leads into playtime on a call.

Friday on Awwww Poor Baby!

Tonight on Awwww Poor Baby!

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Legendary sissy jem faces the daunting task of cumming seven times in one day after a week of daily increased orgasms.

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Read of her journey, what she euphemistically calls squirting my way to victory one pathetic moan at a time in her blog.

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Will billybear after weeks of incessant whining finally hear the dulcet tones of Princess Grace

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Or will both pets hear the taunting cry of awwwww..... UNGHHHHHHHHH

You are so very very FIRED! Get out! GO! How can you make Awwww Poor Baby sound like a fucking GOLFING event?! Take your rich deep voice to the nearest PBS station and bore someone else to death with it. 'Euphemistically?!

SHEESH. Git!

Give me a second to catch my breath here. When I heard Mr. Boring I came flying down the hall as fast as I could. You know what today is right? yeppers it's FRIDAY!

WEEEEEEEEEEEEEE

I've got a date tonight!

Oh My God I'm so sorry if you missed last night's TeaseTime! Princess was sooo funny, and then hot and then funny and then funny-hot. She's always that way but She seemed to have the afterburners turned on last night. Jem said she was gonna blog it so I wont talk a lot about it but I may have been a tad naughty. I think Princess might have plans for me nervous giggle, wrings paws.

She got me pretty worked up when She was helping jem and then She also said something about a love scene we were going to reenact from Harry Potter. Something about a kiss and OH MY GOD do I get to kiss Princess? I hope I don't fuck that up, come here mittens, practice time.

Hmmmm but She was also cross with Snape. I bet she'd like to humiliate that guy! "Awwww, what happened pwofessor? Let Me tie on this pretty pink bonnet. Take your ba-ba 'potions master' and sucky sucky ::evil giggle::"

Or maybe She wants to take the oh so mediocre (he is, think about it - Hermione can run rings around him) wizard Harry down a few pegs. "That's it Harry, stroke for Me. Look at Me, you want Me don't you Harry? Such a good boy for Me. I know, it's what you always needed, to obey, Me."

Or maybe She'll be Hermione and I'll be Her bitch-boi Ron bent over a library table receiving a savage wanding! "Take it you BITCH!"

Or maybe ... you know what? I don't give a shit! You know why? Because I'm gonna be on the phone with Her tonight! We're gonna talk and then we're gonna play and She knows that Her honey bunny bear will hop hop hop for Her delight and amusement. So I'll kick Her an email later today with a list of suggestions hopefully one for every mood (soft, dominant, humiliation (light billy can't play hard in that sandbox), playful) and when the time cums we'll pick one and plaaaay!

And THEN I may be permitted release. Princess is nice to me so usually I am and I plan to make a big mess! Not like dust bowl jem 'poooft poooft' awwww poor baby!

It's Friday! ::blows kisses to Princess, giggling skips away:

The Battle for Mittens!

When you abuse your soft fluffy sweet kitty, you LOSE her, Billy. So THERE. ::snuggles Mittens and brushes her silky perfumed fur, admiring the pink ribbon around her tail and her new pink diamond collar::

Hurling the martini glass across the room billybear shrieks, "ENOUGH!" The stepfordTara model has not worked out. The weeks of practical jokes scattered across the comment section of several blogs have not yielded results.

Throughout the night he paces, his massive intellect working to resolve the problem, "Why does mittens always get stolen right when I need her most? Why are people so cruel to the care bear master race? I missed my last Friday call with Princess, who the hell knows what will happen by the time THIS Friday rolls around. I'm so frustrated, angry, I need that cat, much more importantly I need that call!"

I'm already starting to make dangerous slips. Well there's only one path now, only one way to get my "oh goodie it's my turn to kidnap mittens" cat back!

Bright fluorescent lights blink on across a silent lab. A tiny blue figure, struggling under a mound of books, waddles across the floor into the transmorgifier. The door seals and a few seconds later emerges:

billyPotter the Boy Who Jizzed!

Silently, the robed figure merges with the night.

Standing at the crest of a rocky, windswept hill billyPotter screams out, "LET'S FINISH THIS! RETURN MITTENS TO HER RIGHTFUL OWNER!"

"But I am her rightful owner billy" comes a soft, malevolent (but in a delightful and feminine way) voice from across the way, "you can never have your imaginary cat back!" She cackles in a charming manner.

Cloaked in mystery, the dark (though not in a negative way) Mistress MsTara-ble stands before the meek, humble, soft and oh-so adorable billyPotter, the boy who jizzed.

"Imaginary. There's something there," thinks billyPotter as he replies, "What is it with You and lucky (he tosses a nickel towards lucky and jem, who are sitting on a rock with Princess munching popcorn and avidly watching) that makes you want to torture me so? It's so sweet, You think You know how crazy, how crazy I am!"

"Let's keep Fiona Apple out of this, OK?"

"But it's a great song! You should play it on Your radio show!" Thinking to himself, "Nickel, imaginary, there's something there!"

"FOCUS billy!"

"Yes MsTara-ble. You play with dark powers that I struggle to contain, that I can barely control. With one post I drove MsAva insane with rage. Where is She now? Where?!"

"How would I know?" mutters MsTara-ble, Her eyes gleaming with malice (though a wonderful and diverting malice it is), "You will never possess mittens, NEVER! Don't let me stop your great self destruction. Die if you want to you misguided martyr. I wash my hands of your demolition. Die, if you want to, you innocent puppet!"

"If I can't bring Fiona Apple into the fray then it's no fair bringing in musicals!" replies billyPotter, the thought of rolling his eyes at MsTara-ble never crossing his mind.

"AvaPeniLimpus!"

"WHOA MsTara-ble! That's a killing spell!" shrieks billyPotter as he barely dodges the appalling curse of forever having a limp dick, "Let's continue our casual banter shall we?" What is it about imaginary nickels? his mind frantically circles the riddle.

"SpankoBottumus!"

"Ow, Ow, OUCH, DAMMIT!"

His desperate mind locks onto the solution, "Of course!"

billyPotter grabs his rigid wand, pulling it from his pants. The wand throbs in his sweaty fist, inflamed and engorged it drops pre-magic from its glistening tip, he raises it high, the spell sputtering, and shooting from the pulsating head, thrusting he ...

"OH COME ON!" screams (in the most graceful manner) MsTara-ble, "Do we really need that lame shit?!"

... fires it at mittens!

"It's over MsTara-ble."

Lowering Her wand MsTara-ble says, "What do you mean?"

"I'm not the sharpest tool in the shed, it takes me awhile to figure things out. mittens is an imaginary cat, MY imaginary cat. She lives in my head and will continue to do so until billy ceases to function. No one, not even a Mistress as powerful as Yourself can take mittens from me. One day I may choose to give mittens away, that day has yet to come. Until that time whatever mittens You possess is YOUR mittens, not mine," smiling softly billyPotter nods toward his cat.

mittens™®

Gently and with great understanding MsTara-ble vanishes into the night.

Tufts of kitten hair float gently through the night breeze as owner and pet are happily reunited.

Thursday on Awwwww Poor Baby!

I woke up in the wee hours this morning having just dreamed of my Princess. Filled with want and need I hurried to my sanctuary and IMd Princess around 4AM

hi
I'm thinking of You!
I'M SO GODDAMNED HORNY LMAO
I'm thinking of Youuuuuuuuuu!
Oh well guess I'll go milk the cow
mppppppppp lol
er moooooooo
sheesh lmao

I am such a wreck I can't even type. This morning I was greeted with:

awwwwww poor baby! lmao

Friday can't get here soon enough - soft smile

Tour de France

You guys watching the tour? Yeah me too. I particularly love the mountain stages. Brutal fuckers particularly to any of us who have tried to ride a bicycle up a hill. A dream of mine had been to do what this dude did which was ride the tour route. To experience L'Alpe d'Huez. It sounds doable at only 9.5 miles but with an average gradient of 8.1% I'm not sure I could ride a bike down the thing much less up it. Twenty-one switch backs. Weeeeeeee!

Back in the day I might have stood a chance. When men rode these massive steel bikes and smoked god dammit! None of this pussy doping and bikes light as a feather for these boys.


Here's a few other pics of why I enjoy Le Tour so much.

Hey

This week on Awwww Poor Baby!

This week on Awwww Poor Baby!

Legendary stroker lucky will be ruthlessly edged all week.

Two eggs. One containing a very naughty fetish picture of Princess Grace, just the way lucky likes. The other, a picture of mellonMittens wearing billybear's bunny ears.

Two eggs, one choice. Will lucky choose wisely or be forced to cum to the taunting sound of 'awwww POOR BABY' all over melonMitens face?

Tune in to find out. Only on PRV!

billybear Castle Security

billybear gladly accepts the awesome responsability of keeping Princess Grace safe!

Pantysue has decided to build THE Motherfucking Stroke Princess a castle. Well Princess is going to need security, the restful security that only billybear and his labs can bring. Gently and with great understanding I accept this position.

As Chief of Security and R&D I guarantee that Princess will be closely monitored at all times. We keep track of everything here in the Security room. All internet, phone, satellite ... well everything! She's a little prudish and won't let us put cameras in Her potty though. Go figure.

Look there She is coming out now! billybear punches some keys. Hmmmmm urine output seems low, I'll have to ask her about that later.

Oh she's back in the lab testing Forever Edge, think of it as a chemical cock cage. It has a few side effects at the moment. One is that it turns the cock permanently purple, the other is that once applied the only way the subject can orgasm is if MsGrace barks like a seal. Looks like She's testing on lucky again. She's kept him on intense edge for weeks, constant torture. She's gonna grant release! Amazing, look she's clapping Her hands and barking like a seal!

billybear turns the volume up, clapping and loud seal barking can be heard. Man lucky fired one off that time!

We have to get the formula right by permanently turning the cocks pink and Princess says She feels silly having to bark like a seal to grant Her boys release. I don't know I think it sounds pretty fucking hot but then again EVERYTHING She does is oh so hot!

I must continue my work here. Rest assured Princess will not be out of my sight! After all, I'm the only one responsable enough for this task. She told me that. She said, "billy you should be kept in a dark place with your mind occupied."

Does anyone know how jem did on Awwww Poor Baby last night? mittens and I tied one on and missed it!

Shoo! I have work to do!

Fear and Loathing

Princess and I didn't hook up last night which makes billy sad but the RealWorld happens. Maybe next Friday, hope so. Anyway ...

Ever read Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas: A Savage Journey to the Heart of the American Dream by Dr. Hunter S. Thompson? Read it. The book is funny and incredibly well written. Anyway trust me on this one thing and read the book, seeing the movie doesn't count. I've had that book and other Thompson books on my mind of late. I miss the guy, love this story:

Neighbor and actor Don Johnson remembered asking Mr. Thompson, "What is the sound of one hand clapping?" Mr. Thompson responded by slapping Mr. Johnson across the face.

I know this isn't a book club. What's the point? The point's this. I was working in the lab late one night and needed mittens to test a new ingredient for the batch of Princess Electric Pink Kool-Aid I was whipping up. Well that turned out to be a bit problematic since MsTara has currently kidnapped poor mittens.

I had to creep by the snoring jem in a chair (why is she always in MsTara's bedroom?). Slide the dozy mittens from the foot of MsTara's bed. Run all of MsTara's panties and bras under water before placing them in the freezer, create a water trail across a beautiful wood floor leading back to jem from the freezer. Busy busy but I'll get my cat back for keeps, I've sworn a solemn oath to mittens who has missed me. I can tell by the friendly way she's digging her claws in my arm and softly growling.

Back at the labs I place mittens before a mound of fine white powder. I shove her face in it and put a round from a nearby forty-five into the ceiling, startling her into inhaling a big dose of the drug. The look, enhanced by her rapidly dilating pupils was just darling! Then she sneezed, causing this tsunami of powdered hallucinogen to go right into my face.

That's the last thing I remember. Oh, I found this picture on the seat of this fantastic pink Mustang convertible I woke up in. It had all these pixies on it. Mittens and I must have borrowed it or something. I couldn't get it out of the ditch so I walked home.

Anyway, here's the pic, any ideas? I see mittens was driving which probably wasn't a good thing but who's the other cat?

Cough cough Sorry ... fur ball.

Tonight on Awwww Poor Baby!

Watch to see if hometown favorite jem will finally be granted release after forty eight days in a cage or will hear the chilling words, "Awwwww poor baby!" tonight on PRV!

jem, along with two other wanty/needy sissies selected from the audience, will face three grueling tasks.

WHO will wet themselves first and be eliminated in 'Pantyhose of SHAME'?

WHO will strut the catwalk without falling down in the least amount of time in 'High Heels of HORROR!'?

and WHO when presented with three keys will hear the sweet click of release or the cock twitching taunt of "Awwww poor baby!"? Tune in tonight to find out!

The Cold Call Cock

"Hello"

"Mr. Bear?"

"Yes?"

"Is your wife home?"

"No, I'm sorry she stepped out to get some groceries. Who's calling?"

"Oh goodie! This is Princess Grace from LDW and boy do we have a deal for you! Do you have 'naughty' thoughts?"

"What?!"

"Pervy thoughts. I work in a somewhat specialized service industry where that is a key question. Do you like the sound of my voice?"

"It's very nice."

"Does it make you hard?"

"Pardon me?! What is this about?"

"Well as part of an introductory package I've been authorized to talk about whatever naughty pervy thoughts you have banging around in that noggin of yours for ten minutes, free of charge! Do you masturbate? You do masturbate don't you?"

"Well ... "

"Would you like to know what I'm wearing?"

"Sure!"

"I'm wearing a pink babydoll sundress along with Chandelier thong sandals. I just love how the jewels on the sandal feel against my feet! Do you like what I'm wearing?"

"It sounds very nice."

"Would you like to know what I'm wearing under my pretty pink dress?"

"Well ... uh ... yes"

"Oh I bet you would. I'll tell you too, if you do one little thing for me. Will you do one little thing for me?"

"What?"

"Pull those pants and underpants of yours down and start pulling on that cock of yours. Will you do that for me? Please?"

"I'm wearing shorts."

"Okaaaayyy. Pull those shorts and underpants of yours down and start pulling on that cock of yours."

"I am. This is so naughty!"

"Good boy! It is naughty isn't it? Your free ten minutes starts now. So you want to know what I'm wearing under my dress huh?"

"Yes."

"Beg me."

"uh Please?"

"Oh Mr. Bear ..."

"Call me billy."

"billy that will never do! I don't think you really want to know, and I was going to tell you too! Are you pulling on your cock with a slow, rhythmic motion, twisting your hand over the head?"

"mmmmm I am now."

"Don't you know how to masturbate billy? Do you need to be instructed? Keep using that same motion but go just a little faster."

"Unngghhh feels good."

"You're being such a good boy for me! You want to be a good boy for me don't you billy."

"unngghhhh uga um"

"I can hear how wet you're getting billy. I can hear youuuuuu. Now let go of it."

"awwwwwwww"

"Let IT GO billy!"

"i did"

"Good boy. Now gently, softly, using just your fingertips slide them up and down the shaft. Feel good?"

"Oh my yes! It feels so good! I'm all tingly!"

"I bet billy. You wanna know about my undies billy? Hmmmmmm? My panties?"

"Yes."

"Beg me billy, beg me hard baby."

"PLEASE PRINCESS! Please tell me what you're wearing under your pretty dress!!!"

"ummmmmm ... I like that billy. Grab that cock of mine and stroke it using the twist over the head motion."

"oooooooooo my gawd nnnggghhh PLEASE TELL ME pretty, pretty ... please?"

"mmmmmm billy ... yummy! I'm wearing these bubblegum pink panties with tiny white lace piping going around my legs and waistband. They're bikini cut. I'm hitching my dress up and you can see my cute Princess pussy pressing against the crotch of my soft panties. Would you like to touch them billy? Would you to touch my pussy through my soft, wet panties?"

"GGAAAAAAAAAAA"

"'GGAAAAAAAAAAA' is not an answer sweetie. Would you OH! buzzer. Our time is up. Did you enjoy your little sample?"

"UNnggggnnNNhhhHH"

"no no no Mr. Bear let go of my cock!"

"But but"

"If you want to continue our conversation the cost is $1.99 per minute. Do you want to keep talking to me?"

"Yes ... please"

"Such a good boy for Me! Then I need your credit card information and ..."

Happy Birthday Jemmie!

Have a wonderful birthday jem! May all your wishes come true! - your pal billybear

Awwwww, even mittens wishes you a happy birthday!

A Piece of Work

Have I mentioned that I have a thing for Princess Grace? No? Well I guess I should open up about that a little then. I wish I could see the shocked look on Her face when She reads this entry! She must feel completely blindsided. "How has he kept this hidden from Me?" She must be wondering.

No one can accuse me of wearing my heart on my sleeve! That's for sure.

I suspect the rest of you are as stunned as Princess at this news. Well you know, too bad, suck it up buttercup. I'm a carebear of mystery, shrouded in emotional secrecy.

She started Her campaign to win my heart by simply being Herself. Sunny, open, completely at ease, accepting and happy go fuck! fuck! fuck! LUCKY - heaves a nickel at jem

Sigh, let me try again.

Princess Grace, unlike me, pretty much wears Her heart on Her sleeve. You know Her instantly because She isn't playing a role. You spend a little time with Her and you'll have a pretty good read on Her at an emotional level, and guess what, She will have a better read on you. It's really cool. So anyway She is what She is.

I find that incredibly attractive.

Secondly She's very accepting of our little foibles, kinks and interests or at least mine anyway but from what I can glean from Her blog and a lot of others blogs She can play in about any sandbox. But if you call Her (and I may have done that once or two million times) what you hear is someone who genuinely loves her work.

I've heard from one or two of you that I'm a piece of work.

So I picked up pretty quickly on the fact that She enjoys working on me. After a little bit of time I began to pick up on the fact that She might even like me little. She didn't even try to hide it.

Me.

A piece of work.

So I tossed up this blog filled with sly innuendo about my growing feelings for Her and She mentioned one time that, you know, I could call others, She wouldn't mind and it nearly broke my heart. Had She grown tired of Her labor? Was She done with this piece of work?

She said no. So I got miffed and said well I know I can call others, but I choose not too. You can choose not to take my call. After I settled down, I heard what She was telling me, I could call others and still call Her, no harm no foul and that She was just reassuring me of that. If I call another it didn't mean She would go away.

I choose not to call others. Why would I? I'm happy right where I'm at, with the best of the best.

And then over time, and most of it is in this blog right here, friendships evolved and suddenly I'm surrounded by real characters, real friends. Ace, jem, lucky and MsTara of course and then others who may or may not become close. And I think to myself, what do I offer that could draw such a crowd?

Me.

A piece of work.

At the center of it all, the occupier of this tiny carebear heart is Princess Grace. I keep calling Her. She keeps taking my calls. She doesn't have to, She's not hurting for attention. So I grow to believe that yes, She does like me and not just for my Visa. I've known this for a long time now. So I figure I should open up a little to Her and let Her know that I like and wuv Her too and pray She doesn't run screaming into the night. I value Her on so many, many levels.

Hey everybody! I've got this mind blowing, mother fucking cock teasing BITCH of a Princess over in Connecticut USA who actually digs me a little.

Me! billybear!

A piece of work.

My Lucky Night (Princess Call)

Princess, point of order? Can we change lucky's name? It's making it hard to write meaningful titles for my blog. He's such an egomaniac that everytime I use 'lucky' in a sentence I have to pay him a nickel. Whatever, never mind glowers at lucky ... this stupid thesaurus is useless.

Well what do I have to say about my Princess call. At times I'm a little envious of some of my fellow pets and their forthrightness about their conversations with Princess. However some of the things we touched on caught my ear that I'm still pondering so can't adequately blog yet but when I can figure out how to phrase it properly I will most likely blog it.

So we gabbed for a bit and then moved to play. I needed to play - it's been far too long since I had my last Princess call and dear sweet lord there's no where adequate enough or enough times I can say it - I sooooo wuv Princess Grace, wuv her both as a friend and Mistress.

So I had put up a blog entry a day or so before the call (do you guys hear angels sing that when you think of it, The CALL! - I do, fuck off - lmao) kind of letting her know where my head was at. I told Her that I wanted to be both 'mine' and 'mind' fucked. I also had a specific fantasy in mind to play. It's a fairly standard one so I wont bore you with details.

You know it, it's the one where you're on a Hawaiian beach getting seriously fucking stoned out of your ever loving mind with Cameron Diaz and Drew Barrymore when Baywatch Princess comes running up with that floaty thing they always carry when running down the beach and busts poor innocent billybear and drags him off to 'the pokey'. Cameron and Drew go scott free because of their celebrity and billy must be rehabilitated by Princess's 'tough love.'

Yeah ... THAT one - awww come on we've all had that fantasy - nervous giggle, wrings paws

A totally stoned. busted, terrified billybear hanging with indifferent doper pals Diaz (look at Cameron's eyes, could she be any higher? What a light weight!) and Barrymore as an indignant Princess approaches

So, anyway, I had that particular fantasy banging around my noggin for a day or two before the call and in at least a nod towards disclosure I might have pre-medicated before calling Princess. Yeah, OK so I'm really, really high. Normally I can give tit for tat on a Princess call in the laugh department but much to my dismay I only got one snort while she had me laughing so hard I was incoherent. She told me to IM Her what I was just babbling and it was gibberish. billy was in a poor way. I'm sorry Princess, soft smile.

So I re-medicate after the catching up part of our call and now well I don't know what effect this type of medication has on you but on me, A) it drops my inhibitions into the negative range where I'm tossing out bon mots down the lines of, "Fuck my tight virgin ass!" and other crap I normally would never suggest in the middle of some other train of thought and B) I get very horny and probably a little too quiet.

For the record Princess became aware of this after the fact. She didn't condone this rash experiment of mine and She didn't condemn it either. She, being oh-so-awesome, just rolled with it and used it in the role play.

So I'm fried. Princess pounces.

She wants to know what I mean by 'mine fucked' to make sure we're on the same page. I explain to Her that during the course of the fantasy I want Her to claim me, keep telling me how I'm HERS and no one elses.

She kicks back, "Well ... OK" and I swear to God I can hear in Her tone the eye roll!

So I try and clear that up a little. There is absolutely no question that I am Hers, will always be Hers and am so very happy to be Hers. I shyly tell Her that every now and then I just like to hear Her say it. I know, I'm a goof but it's true. From Her point of view I figure that She's just so certain of the fact that She's a little mystified at the request. I try and explain it but it's laughable now in the sense of how shy I was about making this request. No probs on the weird sex parts but will You claim me? Big blush

So we got that cleared up, if it needed clearing up and She moved on to the mind fucking and kept looping in the mine fucking. "You know billy if you eat the chocolate raspberries off my breast that you will become mine." billy buries face in the chocolate Princess delight. I just needed to hear it that night - lmao

I shall now go silent on this I guess.

Princess, You are truly, well, great! Thank You! I had so much fun, I really hope You did too :-)

Did You Shriek?

Your Mistress is ready ... are YOU?!

A recent post in lucky's blog about his debauched call with Princess had me wondering, so I pinned MsGrace down in the chatroom and asked Her point blank during Her TeaseTime (10PM ET Thursdays):

Did You shriek?

What are you talking about?

When lucky went off like old faithful directly at the webcam did You shriek?

I thought he was going to hit me right in the face! Thank god webcams don't work that way!

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Back Where I Belong

Waddling, padded feet shuffle across the floor. Tiny arms stretch upwards towards Her. Soft hands of incalculable beauty reach down and pick him up, placing him on Her lap.

"I've missed you, my Lady. It's nice to be back!"

He squirms in Her lap, getting more comfortable.

"Is that a strap-on You're wearing or are You just glad to see me? Ummmm new perfume or is that Just Grace? It's wonderful! Have you been well? You look happy, I know I am ... now."

He rests a weary head on soft, pert breasts.

"You know I wuvs You my Princess!!! I may be little but I think I have a good heart. Where did you get those shoes?!!! Might I suck those yummy exposed toes?"

Giggling She replies, "Are you done with the questions My silly wittle bear? You're going to get totally Mine-Fucked on our date night, not mind-fucked ... well that too. I'm in a mood."

"Mine-Fucked?"

"Wait till Friday silly one. It's the thirteenth, your lucky day!"

Nervous giggle, wrings paws ...

He smiles at his Princess, his friend, "It's good to be back where I belong. Here with You."

Getting to Know Me Part II

Well I'm in a 'heavy' mood at the moment so this should be fun as hell LMAO. Oh yeah and the total honesty thing I've got going with Princess will probably bite me here. This is from Princess's post and the second entry on the getting to know you series She has going. BTW Princess, would You mind uncrossing Your legs on the next pic, hmmmmmm?

1) Recommend a book you have read, and explain why do you think others should read it.

Gates of Fire by Stephen Pressfield. The battle of Thermopylae. This is a 'historical novel' and quite a good one at that. It gives you a Spartan point of view and without those crazed bastards Western civilization would have most likely never have come into being.

Fields of Fire by James Webb. In my consideration the definitive book on Vietnam. Ho Ho Ho Chi Minh the NLF is going to win ... While a thousand bodies rotted in the Arizona Valley.

America Alone by Mark Steyn. There's no love lost between me and radical Islam and I find Steyn's arguments quite compelling.

I also read a ton of Science Fiction and detective novels but I shall remain mum on them for the moment since I'm already two books over my quota here.

2) What fantasies have you openly told a partner of yours about? And if you're not able to tell about it, why?

I told a partner of one (and not that one Princess) of my inner fantasies. She was game and indulged me though I don't think she ever quite 'got it.' We broke up due to stupidity on my part. I think about her probably too much for my own damn good. The one that got away. ::shrugs::

I don't tell anyone except You Princess them anymore. Why? Because I'm deeply ashamed of them. That's my own row to hoe however.

3) If you could be any super-hero comic book person, who would it be and why?

Tough call there. Maybe Cerebus by Dave Sim. I'm also intrigued by 'The Roach' from the same series. He had a bit of a multiple personality disorder there. Nearly Normal Roach was one of my favorites, which is how I feel after 'a call' - nearly normal billy ::soft smile::

I guess I could also go with Gaimen's Sandman who controlled dreams.

Then there's always Calvin, I got lots of Calvin in me :-)

4) Is there a person you fantasize about on a regular basis while masturbating or having sex with someone? Who is this person? Why is this personal such a turn-on for you?

William Shakespeare. OK, seriously? Well You of course and You are foremost but I'll play that You mean someone other than You. Milla Jojovich. She just slayed me in The Fifth Element. She said in an interview that she took her role so seriously she didn't get high for the entire duration of filiming! That level of dedication deserves my obsession.

'The girl next door' can get me worked up too. Go figure. And not literally the girl next store. I mean some girl walking along minding her own fucking business but something in their attitude makes them attractive. There is also my SO who is most definitely in there and not just as a 'walk on' :-)

There was one girl who sent me a pic in email because she simply 'felt pretty.' She's a good friend of mine, I have to tell ya true Princess, that girl got me very worked up indeed and all just because she 'felt pretty' and wanted to share it. So yummy.

5) Have you ever had sex on a beach or in the water at a beach or in a pool?

No, taking sex to mean intercourse.

Bangkok

Yeah, well I'm never talking about that vacation, ever. uh-huh.

I'm back - sorta, whatever, never mind.

Time to check out the blogs. Princess has been Her depraved Bitch of a Self I see ... Hmmmm jem's got a new header ... shiny (billy glances at his header and sighs, rolls eyes). Lucky's life continues to spiral out of control and um YEAH lucky post about that first call would ya? Ace is his usual sphinx-like self, where are those posts? Sooo mysterious. MsTara seems to have become sort of DJ. Hope everyone's been well and having fun.

As always Princess ... soft smile, missed Ya bad! Looks like You're well. Cool beans :-)