Posted by Lila on November 30th, 2005
Mistress Yoko liked my write-up of the birthday “celebration†(see the previous post), but she scolded me for my manners: it seems that, as if the torment and humiliation that I suffered wasn’t enough, I’m also expected to thank everyone for the evil “birthday presents†they contributed!
So thank you Geminica, Sam, Valkyrie, Nicky, Lipby, and Anne, for everything you sent me on my birthday. Thank you Jennifer and Christopher for the “kind†thoughts, even though you didn’t send them in time for the party (though now it looks like you get to inflict your evil caning game on me again after all, Jennifer, thanks to Mistress Yoko’s letting readers punish me for the delay in getting the birthday story posted… damn it, you evil wench, caning hurts like hell… and being gagged isn’t fun, either).
And, of course, thank you to Neige and Mistress Yoko.
I’ve got to find some games and bets I can win against Mistress Yoko to get out of slavery… suggestions are welcome!
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Posted by Lila on November 29th, 2005
Okay, before I get in any more trouble, here’s the story of the little birthday “celebration†Mistress Yoko arranged for me…
Neige arrived early in the evening and made me post a blog entry that invited readers to leave comments suggesting evil birthday tortures to inflict upon me. As I’ve learned all too well in the past, some of my readers have very evil imaginations and are only too happy to add to my suffering when given the chance. But I thought I would at least get off relatively easy this time because I didn’t think that very many readers would see the entry in time to leave a suggestion while Neige was still there to carry it out.
I was right about the second part: only Valkyrie and Anne got their comments in in time. But I was wrong about getting off easy. It turns out that Mistress Yoko had secretly contacted a few old friends and got their birthday “gift†suggestions for me well in advance!
Neige explained this to me after she had made me strip naked and thoroughly bound my upper body with bondage tape. This tape job was a variant on the ropework that Neige is so fond of, with the arms crossed behind my back and the upper arms secured to my sides by the same binding job that runs under and between my breasts, pushing them up and out in a most vulnerable and embarrassing way. This tape job was much worse than the usual rope job in that regard: Neige used a lot of tape under my breasts, like a corset with a really extreme push-up bra… my breasts were squeezed up and out very uncomfortably, until they formed a shelf of sorts with my nipples practically pointing upward. This, I was told, had been Geminica’s idea. I hadn’t heard from Geminica in so long that I wasn’t even sure she was still among my readers… and this was a rather dismaying way to find out!
I was even more dismayed to find out that Mistress Yoko had been in touch with Sam. Sam (a girl) has been around ever since the Memorial Day Bet, and she has an evil imagination to rival Neige’s and Mistress Yoko’s, and a sense of playfulness that’s terrific unless you’re the one on the receiving end of it. She’s the one who came up with the idea of tying a victim’s arms but not her legs and making her sing “Super Freak†while dancing… an embarrassment which Neige and I had a great time inflicting on Valkyrie when we got our chance to tie her up last year, and which was later inflicted on me on the terrible night that I lost my freedom in my wrestling match with Neige.
With my arms and breasts taped up as decreed by Geminica, I was forced to endure the two latest torments from Sam’s evil mind. The first one was a game of Simon Says, in which Neige gave me humiliating orders like, “Simon Says shake your tits.†Every time I messed up, Neige stuck a wooden clothespin somewhere on my body… by the time we were done, there were clothespins stuck on my earlobes, the flesh of my bottom, and my inner thighs. They really hurt, too! Thank goodness she showed some mercy and didn’t put any on my nipples! She threatened to for a bit, just to see me beg and squirm, but in the end she reminded me that punishing my nipples was Mistress Yoko’s special perogative, so I’d only get a taste of the clothespins there if Mistress Yoko ever specifically told Neige to do that to me. That was a relief, because those clothespins were big ones and I think their grip was even tighter and more cruel than the grip of the nipple clips that usually get used on me! if they’d been on my nipples, I don’t think I could have continued the game at all… I don’t think I would have been able to do anything but scream!
The next torment from Sam was that I had to sing and dance again, as Sam is so fond of making people do. This time, the song was “I’m So Excited,†by the Pointer Sisters… a song which I don’t remember ever hearing before! Sam had “thoughtfully†provided a copy of the lyrics, but I didn’t know how it was supposed to sound, and I couldn’t hold the printout of the lyrics with my hands and arms taped behind my back! In the end, Neige had to read each verse to me, and then I had to sing it over and over until I got the lyrics right and she was satisfied with the sound. And she made me do it all with the clothespins still stuck on me! She found the whole thing so hilarious that she kept it going until it was time to prepare me for my chat with Mistress Yoko.
The clothespins were removed, and then the usual uncomfortably large remote-controlled vibrating toys were inserted in my nether orifices. My arms were un-taped, but not my breasts, and more of the bondage tape was used to tape me into my chair. Neige used the vibrating toys and her fingers to tease me to a maddening state of arousal, and then blindfolded me and left me to squirm in my chair. She kept me on edge with verbal teasing and occasional surprise touches until Mistress Yoko logged in to Yahoo Messenger for our chat.
Mistress Yoko had her evil fun teasing, taunting, and tormenting me via Messenger, and via her instructions to Neige to use the remote controls and to do other things to me. As always, she had an uncanny knack for knowing just what to do and say to get to me the most… damn it. She also decided to be generous with me for my birthday and take 250 MDPs off my total. (For those who just started reading recently, MDPs, or Mistress Disrespect Points, are what I earn if I displease Mistress Yoko. I can work them off in various ways, such as by winning bets or games with Mistress Yoko. Mistress Yoko has promised that if I ever get my MDP score down to zero, she’ll release me from my enslavement.) For those who are keeping score, this brings my MDP total down to 950.
After Mistress Yoko was done playing with me for the night and went off to bed, Neige untaped me from the chair and then taped my arms behind me again. She lay on the couch and made me kneel in front of her and lick honey off of her toes, which was another idea of Sam’s. Sam’s plan also called for Neige to regularly check her feet to see if I’d got all the honey off, and to punish me if I hadn’t (and to add a little more honey and make me try again). The punishment was ice on my nipples, which had been another suggestion from Geminica (I guess that that particular nipple punishment had been approved by Mistress Yoko in advance). Since my hands were bound and my breasts were still taped to stick up and out like a shelf the way Geminica had suggested, I ended up getting more and more drool and honey on my face and all over my breasts. Once Neige saw that this was happening, she kept moving her feet in ways that made sure it happened even more. Naturally, she refused to let me clean myself off or to do it for me.
Then it was time for dinner, for which I was kept bound with tape and kneeling, with my face and breasts still humiliatingly covered with drool and honey. Neige fed me a very messy noodle dish that she’d brought from the restaurant she works at. She said that Geminica’s original idea had been to make me prepare and serve a messy dish to Neige, but that Neige had decided that this way would be simpler and leave us more time for other fun, plus being even more fun for Neige because she has such fun feeding me by hand. But the main effect was the same either way: about 30 percent of the meal ended up on my breasts, which I now realized was exactly the result that that evil bitch Geminica had in mind from the start when she suggested taping my breasts into that position!
Since it was my birthday, there was a big piece of gooey chocolate cake for dessert. This was Valkyrie’s idea, and of course it was also her idea to make me eat it with no hands. Neige said that she’d decided that “no hands†meant that Neige couldn’t use her hands either, so she put the cake in a bowl on the floor and I had to eat it like a dog, which meant that a lot of it ended up on my face. At least it was really good cake! And Neige was generous enough to leave the rest of it in the kitchen for me so I could eat it properly, with my clothes on and a fork in my hand, over the weekend.
After that, Neige put me in the shower, cleaned me (and herself) off, and removed all the tape. Then she made me lie down on my bed, tied my hands, and made me go down on her for a long time. Once she was satisfied, she put me in a tight hogtie and proceeded to carry out the cruel game that Anne had suggested in the comments section of that blog entry I’d posted at the beginning of the evening: “hogtie her and tease her right to the edge of orgasm, and then stop and make her sing a chorus of Happy Birthday. Then start again. Repeat as many times as you like.â€
By the time Neige untied me, I was practically sobbing with arousal and frustration, but Neige told me that I wasn’t allowed to come until I’d had my birthday spanking. I’m usually tied for my spankings, since otherwise I try to escape or cover myself, but she said that this time she would leave me untied, kneeling on the floor on all fours with my bottom high in the air, and that if I could “show what a big girl I was now†(har har) by holding my position, then she’d end the evening’s punishments and allow me to bring myself to orgasm. And I did manage to do it, somehow, which I guess is something to be proud of in a way, though I hardly feel proud of how quickly I started crying or how much I cringed and begged and pleaded through it all. I got 20 lashes on my butt and the backs of my thighs with a leather belt, courtesy of Anne, and 37 “sets†of spankings courtesy of Lipby (and to think I wrote that entry last month about how nice he was!)… I wasn’t quite sure what a “set†of spankings was, but Neige decided that a “set†was 2 or 3 quick swats delivered in rapid succession. That was a lot of spankings, but it wasn’t over, because there was still the matter of the “30 hard swats on the butt†that Valkyrie had sentenced me to. These were cruelly delivered with a rolled-up magazine, because Neige said that since they were from Valkyrie, they should be as hard as the swats that Valkyrie could give in person, and Neige couldn’t swat that hard with her bare hand.
Neige had me bring myself to orgasm (a few times) right there on the floor, while I was still sobbing from the spankings. Then she gave me a little kiss on the cheek from Mistress Yoko and informed me that my birthday festivities were over. She spent the night, and there was some more play between us before we fell asleep, which was much more gentle (aside from her evil exploitation of how tender my bottom was).
And that was my birthday. You can bet that I’m going to be doing my utmost to win my freedom before my next birthday comes around… next year, I want my birthday celebration to involve someone else being my slave!
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Posted by Lila on November 23rd, 2005
I’m back East for the family Thanksgiving. I’m in an internet café right now, while my sisters and their younglings are off watching Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire. I dearly want to see that movie, but when I saw how big the line outside the theater was, I realized the crowd would give me a panic attack. Heavily medicating/sedating myself wasn’t an option, because I already had to do that yesterday in order to survive the airport, and I’ll have to do it again in order to survive the return trip on Monday, and I try really hard to keep my medication usage to an absolute minimum.
It’s pretty amazing progress (if I may say so myself) that I’m able to handle the airport even with medication. This is only my third time doing it… I did it last Thanksgiving, and I did it for Christmas ‘03. Before that, I the amount of medication that I would have needed to handle it would have made it impossible for me to find my way onto the right plane. It took a lot of therapy, plus a bunch of hypnosis sessions with Nicky, to get me to the point where I could make these yearly trips. They’re still really hard. I hate them. But I love being able to see my nieces and nephews, who adore me… not because I’m any good with kids (I’m not), more because I’m a mysterious figure because they only see me once a year and the older ones had heard about me for years before the first time they saw me, and I’m a shadowy, romantic figure because I’m the black sheep of the family, the crazy one who ran off to California and who (gasp!) hasn’t gotten married.
Nagging me about not being married is one of the number one holiday pasttimes in my family. Since my eldest living male relative is an eleven-year-old nephew, my family is very much a matriarchy. Of which I’m the youngest adult member, and thus at the bottom of the adult pecking order. Which is an ironic coincidence, now that I think about it, because my sex life is now also a matriarchy with me at the bottom of the pecking order. Life is so unfair.
Speaking of which… Mistress Yoko has sent me the first installment of a three-part story she’s writing. I think it’s the story of my enslavement, from her point of view! She sent it as an email attachment that I can’t open here, so I don’t get to read it until I get home Monday night. I can’t wait! You’ll get to read it too, soon after that, because she says the story is to be posted on this site.
The bad news (to me, probably not to most of you) is that Mistress Yoko has hinted that, in accordance with this site’s Story & Art Submission Guidelines, she’s going to come up with some evil torture to inflict upon me as her “payment†for submitting a story! This is totally unfair, because that “payment policy†for submissions was decreed by Mistress Yoko in the first place! For her to be able to offer “rewards†like that, at my expense, and then to claim the rewards herself, is… well, totally unfair. Not that that’s going to stop her… she’s made it quite clear in the past that she doesn’t have to be fair to me!
You know what else is totally unfair? That talk in the comments section of the last entry, about punishing me for not having time to write up the story of what happened to me on my birthday “celebration†last week! How could you suggest such a thing, Jennifer? When you didn’t suggest any tortures for my birthday, I thought that you were being merciful! But now I find out that it had just slipped your mind, and that you’re only too happy to see me punished further! And to think I thought you were so sweet and kind!
Well, now you all know I have a legitimate excuse for the delay: I’ve been travelling, and in a crowded house full of kids, and I don’t have a laptop, so there’s no way I could have worked on writing the birthday story! This is probably my only chance to go online until I get back on Monday night, and my time is almost up. I’ll write it when I get back, I promise! But now that you know that there were good reasons for the delay, you have to agree that it wouldn’t be right to punish me!
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Posted by Lila on November 14th, 2005
I had a long IM chat with Mistress Yoko on Friday night… we were trying to get a 3-way game of Literati going (Lipby as 3rd player), but I was having browser problems and couldn’t log in to Yahoo Games. Very frustrating, since I really wanted a chance to play her while Neige wasn’t here, because I know I could play better without the psychological disadvantage of having to play naked. But it was a very nice IM chat, anyway. It’s always nice to get a chance to chat with her while I’m not tied up and being put through some humiliating torment. A reminder that she’s a good friend, in addition to being my owner at the moment. We were friends before the foolish bets I made with her put me at her mercy like this, and if she ever takes pity upon me and frees me, we’ll still be friends after that. After all, I can’t very well hold a serious grudge about all the cruel tortures and humiliations I’ve suffered at her hands… because, as she and I frequently discuss, we both know that if our situations were reversed, I’d be exploiting my advantage just as cruelly!
Of course, even when we’re just chatting as friends, she never misses a chance to tease me about her power over me! Most people end their IM chats with friends by saying, “Gotta go now, bye,†or something, but if I need to log off before Mistress Yoko dismisses me, I have to ask to be excused… why does she have to be so damn good at rubbing in her superior position?
Anyway, Mistress Yoko confirmed that she was, as I suspected, planning some sort of evil birthday “fun†for me this Tuesday… though of course, she wouldn’t tell me anything about what it was. Then, this morning, I got an email from Neige, saying that she’d had a surprise change in her work schedule, and the whole birthday visit was being moved from Tuesday to Thursday.
Thursday, by the way, is my actual birthday, so I guess it’s more appropriate, and now I don’t have to figure out what I’m going to do for my birthday…
But now I have two more days of this damned suspense! Argh!
Neige has ordered me to tell you all to check in here on Thursday, starting early in the evening, to catch the birthday “fun.†Double argh!
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Posted by Lila on November 5th, 2005
Hello? Hello? Is this thing on? [sound of screeching feedback]
So, what do you think of my new look?
I’m now using genuine, honest-to-goodness blogging software, courtesy of WordPress. I’m still figuring out how to work with it. Eventually, I’ll figure out how to customize it to look and behave just the way I want it to. For now, though, I’m pleased enough to have found a decent template that’s mostly greyscale, and to have figured out how to install the whole thing and get it working. I feel so clever! I wish there was a way to get entries to go chronologically top-to-bottom instead of bottom-to-top, the way I’ve always done it in the past… it’s the opposite of the way every other blogger does it, but it’s the way I prefer it. Maybe there’s a way to do it that I just haven’t figured out yet…
Mostly, I did this because I wanted people to be able to leave comments on the posts. I don’t write much email, but I love leaving comments in people’s blogs… why not give others a chance to do it in mine? I get fan mail about this site and I almost never answer it, but maybe I’ll be better about responding in the comments section. Besides, the readers I know of so far are mostly a pretty cool bunch, and this way they can get to know something about each other, by seeing each other’s comments! And maybe this will bring a few more of them out of hiding… readers who I don’t even know about, who I’ll find out about when they leave a comment. Exciting!
Another birthday coming up, in a little less than two weeks. That means I’ve been blogging for over two years now. It’s certainly affected my life in ways I never would have guessed when I started!
I still don’t have any grey hairs yet. It looks like I really lucked out genetically on the whole aging thing. I guess that makes up for the lack of height, and the extreme ticklishness, and other ways where I wasn’t so lucky.
How much of being ticklish is genetic, anyway, and how much is psychological? Has anyone heard of any scientific studies on that? (Hey, now that I have comments capability, I can ask my readers questions like that and maybe I’ll get answers!)
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