The Long-Delayed Story at Last!
Way back in May (three months ago!), when I was preparing for my long trip to the monastery, Neige informed me that she would be visiting me for 4 or 5 hours on Tuesday, May 23, and then for another 4 or 5 hours the next day, Wednesday, May 24. I knew I was in for trouble, because it was the 2-year anniversary of the infamous Memorial Day Bet in which Mistress Yoko first made me acknowledge her superiority over me; and because it was Mistress Yoko’s last chance to play with me for at least two months; and also because Mistress Yoko had given me permission to go spend those two months in the monastery and even to not shave my privates while I was there, and I knew that if Mistress Yoko was granting me such a huge favor, she’d make sure that I paid full price for it, in the same currency in which I must always pay my debts to her: the groveling, pleading, squirming, suffering, tears, and humiliation that remind us both, to her endless amusement and my endless shame, that she is the better woman.
As the 23rd drew nearer, I discovered I was in even more trouble than I thought. Mistress Yoko and Faighnee had allowed me to join them in taunting and torturing Maybue (who was Faighnee’s slave at the time), and now it was clear, from the way all three of them taunted me, that the tables were going to be turned: not only was Faighnee going to join in my torment, but I was also going to be at the mercy of Maybue, who had recently had some very inventive torments inflicted on her at my suggestion!
On the morning of the 23rd, Neige showed up at my apartment, made me strip naked, and told me to go take a shower and to make sure my privates were freshly shaved. When I emerged from the shower, I saw to my horror that in addition to the usual bag of toys, Neige had gone down to her car while I was showering and brought up something new: a litter box! I had been quite amused when Faighnee had made Maybue pee in a litter box like a puppy while Faighnee watched and taunted her about it… but it wasn’t so amusing now! (It hadn’t even been my idea to do that to Maybue, and to this day I still don’t know whether it was Faighnee or Mistress Yoko who first came up with the litter box idea.)
Neige chuckled at my look of distress. “Now you get to be Maybue’s puppy,” she teased, and proceeded to put a dog collar around my neck before blindfolding me and tying my arms behind my back, wrists to elbows.
(Note: Our little gang of mistresses and slaves has this particular way of tying that we like to use: the victim is made to put her arms behind her back and hold her own elbows, so her forearms are perpendicular to her spine. Then her arms are tied that way, with her wrists secured to her elbows, forearms to each other, and her upper arms to her torso, and the rope wound right below, above, and between her breasts. This is a great position to tie someone in… not only does it leave every part of her body vulnerable to you, it also forces her to arch her back so her butt and breasts stick out, and the ropes under, over, and between her breasts make them bulge out even more. I learned this style of tying from Valkyrie when she used it on me, and Neige and I got to use it on her once. Neige uses it on me all the time now, and I recently taught it to Lady Maybue to use on Faighnee. It’s our standard tying method for the Jennifer’s Caning Game and for making people dance. There’s just one thing: I’m tired of having to describe this style of tying in detail every time I write about one of us using it… so does anyone know if it has some kind of official name? Valkyrie didn’t invent it; she went and looked at a bunch of bondage websites once to get ideas for ways to tie me, and that was the way she liked best. I poked around the Internet myself recently and found a few examples of it, so obviously it’s a relatively popular tying method… but I couldn’t find any site that had a name for it, and Valkyrie and Neige don’t know, either. Hogtying has a name, and spreadeagling has a name, so how come this way doesn’t have a well-known name I can call it by for convenience? If you know a name for it, please comment to this post and tell me!)
Neige made me wait there naked, tied, and blindfolded in the middle of the room while she went to the computer and exchanged some emails with Mistress Yoko (and Faighnee and Maybue too, it turned out). Then I had to play the Jennifer’s Caning Game, and then a game that either Maybue or Faighnee came up with, in which I had to lie on my back and inch along the floor with an ice cube resting on my tummy… I had to transport several ice cubes from one place to another, with punishment (and starting over again) if I dropped an ice cube or if an ice cube melted before I got to my destination. Fortunately, I did really well at this game… all those Pilates classes paid off! Maybe I could get a commercial endorsement contract from a Pilates studio: “Pilates… because you never know when the ability to keep your belly concave while inching rapidly along on your back will save you from a spanking!”
Then I was tied in my chair in front of the computer, with the usual vibrating dildo and butt plug inserted in my nether regions and a ball gag inserted in my mouth (and with that photo of Mistress Yoko on the screen, gazing at me in smug amusement). That was when I discovered that Mistress Yoko, Maybue, and Faighnee were all online to torment me together! It was a group email conversation, with everyone CC-ing everyone else. I begged them for mercy, and they all gleefully mocked and taunted me, calling me their “little puppy.”
At first they just spent a while teasing me and enjoying my panic. Then Valkyrie joined in the conversation (my tormentors had synchronized the timing amazingly well, to get me and Neige online in Oakland, Valkyrie online in Southern California, Mistress Yoko online in Philly, and Maybue and Faighnee online in Europe, all at the same time). Valkyrie doesn’t have a computer these days, she just uses her local Internet café, so she couldn’t stick around for much of the conversation… in fact, all she did was read the emails that had been sent so far, and then send one single email (ending with the declaration that she was now signing off to go to the beach… that’s Valkyrie for you). But that one email was all it took to make things a lot worse for me!
Valkyrie’s email instructed Neige to put nipple clips on my nipples, and not to take them off until the others said so. The nipple clips hurt so much I could barely write, but Mistress Yoko, Faighnee, and Maybue made me keep on begging and groveling.
Then Mistress Yoko told Neige to turn on the vibrating toys as well! Now I was in a frenzy, frantically screaming and sobbing (muffled by the ball gag, of course), and frantically trying to type out my desperate pleas for mercy. Of course, they all got a big kick out of seeing me so desperate! They kept taunting me with messages like “Beg, little puppy, beg!”
Pretty soon the toys did their evil work on me and I started coming and couldn’t stop, and of course there was no way I could type or read anything then, all I could do was thrash around and scream into my gag. Neige took over at the keyboard to tell them what was happening, and they left me writhing like that for… well, I couldn’t even tell how long, but by the time they told Neige to turn the toys off, I was a sobbing mess, and not in much of a state to type coherently. But I had to make myself type again, because they still hadn’t taken the nipple clips off, and my nipples were in agony.
But they weren’t done with me yet. I had to apologize over and over again to Maybue until she was satisfied that I’d learned my lesson. And then Mistress Yoko ordered me to perform “titty aerobics” (moving my breasts around vigorously by the nipples) with the clips still on! I couldn’t believe they were being this cruel to me! By the time Maybue said I could stop, I was crying hysterically from the pain.
Mistress Yoko, Maybue, and Faighnee signed off, but they weren’t done with me yet. Neige informed me that Mistress Yoko and Maybue had decreed that I was to suffer the Anal Punishment Game that I’d come up with as a way of tormenting Maybue (well, actually, Maybue was just the first person I got to use it on; I’d thought it up a few months earlier in my impossible fantasies about what I’d do if I could ever turn the tables on Mistress Yoko). Me and my big mouth… I’d been so excited to have the chance to torment Maybue and to show off my own evil imagination to Mistress Yoko that I hadn’t stopped to think that once other people knew about this game, it might be inflicted on me someday!
And boy, was it inflicted on me! Neige made me work four of my fingers into my anus (I sure am glad that I specified in the rules of the Anal Punishment Game that the victim can have as much lubricant as they ask nicely for!), and then made me f**k myself with them nonstop for 10 minutes, while repeating humiliating statements about how I was “Maybue’s little bitch” and how Maybue was my superior. As per the rules of the game, if I faltered or paused at all, or didn’t keep f**king myself as hard as Neige deemed proper, I had to start over again. I had to start over twice before I managed 10 uninterrupted minutes. Then, of course, I thought it was over… but I was the victim of a cruel and unfair trick! Neige informed me that I’d only completed the anal punishment that Maybue had decreed to punish me for disrespecting her… but now I had another round of punishment coming, from Mistress Yoko, who also got to punish me for disrespecting Maybue! I cried and protested frantically about how unfair it was, but Neige reminded me that Mistress Yoko had decreed some time ago that I must be respectful and subservient to all of her friends, and this included Maybue even though Maybue was a slave at the time. And so I was forced to endure a second round of the Anal Punishment Game, this time using a very large dildo instead of my fingers. It was extremely painful, and I cried the whole time, which caused me to have to start over several times.
By the time I was finished, I had to pee really, really badly, and of course I had to go in the litter box with Neige watching and laughing at me. I didn’t think anything could be more humiliating… though the next day, unfortunately, I found out I was wrong.
After that, Neige informed me that my punishment was over for the day, and that it was time for lunch. But lunch proved to be a punishment too: Neige served hot dogs; she ate hers in the usual way, on buns, but I had to eat mine out of a dog dish, without using my hands… and Neige just covered them with condiments! It was awful!
After lunch, Neige left, informing me that she’d be back the next day and that I’d better have my dog dish and litter box clean when she returned!
It was still only mid-afternoon, but I ended up not leaving the apartment at all that day, or the next day either, because my nipples were so sore that I couldn’t stand to even have clothing touching them, so I had to stay topless (I spent much of the evening icing them… usually a torture I hate, but a relief this time), and also because the Anal Punishment Game left me so sore down there that it was uncomfortable to walk.
Neige’s visit the next day was more brief, and involved no further use of the nipple clips (though it was threatened). But it was just as bad as the first day… in fact, it was even worse.
As with the first day, Neige made me go shower while she exchanged emails with the others. When I got out of the shower, she put the dog collar on me, and the kitty-ear hat that Mistress Yoko knitted for me, and told me that I was going to be her puppy for a while. She played various games with me, making me do humiliating puppy tricks and lick her to orgasm several times. I protested once at the beginning, when she ordered me to “beg like a puppy,” but she pinned me down and gave one of my unbearably sore nipples a good hard warning rub between her fingers, and after that I was a very obedient puppy indeed.
After a lot of this play, she was satisfied and I was desperately horny. Then she tied me spreadeagled and blindfolded to the bed, and cruelly teased and tickled me for a long time, in between emailing back and forth with the others and “fixing lunch.” Eventually, she untied me from the bed and retied my hands behind my back, telling me that it was lunchtime.
I knew I’d be eating out of a dog dish with my hands tied behind my back again… I was prepared for that. But when she took my blindfold off, I saw that the dog dish was full of dog food! I protested furiously, but Neige reminded me that I’d thought it was hilarious when Mistress Yoko and Faighnee had made Maybue eat dog food! Then she informed me that I was going to eat every last bit of it, and that I could do it right now, or she’d put the nipple clips on me and not take them off until I was finished! She laughed at how quickly that threat made me obey!
The dog food was so disgusting it made me cry, but Neige made sure I ate every last bit, while she sat in a chair and ate the non-dog food she’d brought with her, taunting me about how good it was. When I was done, she made me lick the bowl clean.
After that, she tied me in my chair. She put the vibrating dildo in me but told me that as long as I was a good puppy, she wouldn’t put anything in my painfully sore anus today… for which I was pathetically grateful. Then I got to have another little email chat, in which of course I was teased mercilessly. Faighnee and Maybue were busy that day, and only gloated and taunted me briefly before saying their goodbyes. Then I was left alone with Mistress Yoko, who was at work and getting ready to leave fairly soon. As she likes to do, Mistress Yoko left me tied in my chair waiting upon her pleasure while she went about her work.
But suddenly, I had to go to the bathroom really badly. Number Two.
This had never happened to me before while Mistress Yoko was playing with me. I always make sure to have that business taken care of before Neige shows up at my door. And that day in particular, I’d been extra careful, because I really did not want to risk having to use that litter box! Despite my soreness from the Anal Punishment Game, I’d spent a lot of time on the toilet that morning and the previous evening, just to be sure. And yet, here I was, suddenly having to go really badly. I mean urgently! Maybe dog food doesn’t agree with me, or maybe the Anal Punishment Game loosened something up inside me, or maybe both… I don’t know, I just know that this was one of those gigantic Number Twos like nothing I usually experience.
I immediately told Neige I needed to be untied to use the toilet, but she just smiled evilly and informed me that there was no way she was letting me out of that chair unless I had permission from Mistress Yoko. I emailed Mistress Yoko as fast as I could, and she wrote back that she’d tell Neige to let me go, but only if I agreed to use the litter box instead of the toilet. I begged her to relent, but she wouldn’t budge. She took her sweet time replying to each of my emails, too… making no secret of how funny she found my predicament! Meanwhile, I was in agony, covered in cold sweat, crying, and trying desperately not to lose control of my bowels right there in my chair!
I would have done anything to be untied at that point, and Mistress Yoko used that to her full advantage. I went from demanding to be allowed to use the toilet, to begging frantically to be allowed to use the litter box like a little puppy.
Finally, when I’d begged enough, Mistress Yoko announced that she was leaving work for the day and that Neige should untie me and let me use the litter box now like I’d begged to do. And I did, sobbing in humiliation as Neige looked on and laughed.
Afterwards, Neige, who’d been helping me send my desperate emails by working the mouse for me while I used the keyboard, pointed out to me that both she and Mistress Yoko had been using the “Reply to All” button on every email, so Faighnee, Lady Maybue, and Valkyrie now all had copies of me begging desperately to shit in a litter box like a puppy.
It was just bad luck for me that the dog food and/or the Anal Punishment Game had that effect on me at that time, but that last bit was just the capstone, anyway… even without it, they still have all those other emails from those two days, full of my groveling, and my admissions of their superiority. They’ll never let me live it down, of course.
And of course, as I’m sure Mistress Yoko intended, the memory of my humiliation stayed with me through the Summer, so that even while I was away at the monastery, even during those weeks that I didn’t even have to shave my pubic hair, I could never forget for one day that I was still her slave.
I’ve never missed one of Mistress Yoko’s deadlines before, much less missed deadlines over and over for the same entry… in fact, I don’t usually miss deadlines on anything. I honestly don’t know how much of it was just bad luck and how much was me not wanting to make these humiliations public. But of course, Mistress Yoko does demand that they be public… the public embarassment is part of my slavery, part of all of my punishments, and part of the ongoing price she makes me pay for the disrespect I showed her before she bested me and became my owner.
Anyway, today I was punished for delaying this entry for so long. No, not today, yesterday… it’s long past midnight. Damn it! That means that Mistress Yoko might choose to punish me yet again, because after punishing me she ordered me to get this posted by midnight! Damn! I didn’t know it would take so long to write it all!
Please Mistress, don’t punish your slave anymore… your slave only took until after midnight because your slave was doing a very thorough job of it!
Anyway, when I emerged from the shower this morning, Neige was waiting for me (Mistress Yoko made me give Neige a key to the apartment some time ago). I hadn’t seen Neige since the two days recounted above. She tied me spreadeagled to the bed and spent a while “catching up”… it was pretty odd, we really did have one of those “so what have you been up to” conversations, but she casually played with my helpless body while we talked, so it got pretty hard for me to hold up my end of the conversation!
She’d emailed Mistress Yoko while I was still in the shower, but Mistress Yoko had apparently been out to lunch. Eventually, she got back, and answered Neige’s email, saying that she was busy at work but wanted to chat with me in about half an hour. Neige tickle-tortured me for a while, then tied me in my chair for my chat with Mistress Yoko.
I begged Mistress Yoko to be lenient, promising to get this entry written right away. Mistress Yoko kept me waiting in suspense while she went about her workday, teasing me about what sort of punishments might be in store for me, and enjoying my groveling. Eventually she was ready to leave work for the day, and she informed me that I was to get this written by midnight (damn it, I was close!), that I was to increase my MDP total to 740 (shit!), and that Neige would now give me my punishment.
My punishment was 20 minutes of the Anal Punishment Game, but Mistress Yoko gave Neige the option of f**king me anally with a strap-on instead of having me f**k myself, and Neige decided that f**king me herself would be more fun.
Mistress Yoko also said “Maybe if you ask Neige nicely, she won’t put the nipple clips on your while she punishes you,” and “Make sure that photo of me is up on your computer!” Well, I asked Neige very nicely… in fact, I begged on my knees, and kissed her feet, and did various other things she suggested I do to please her… but in the end she decided to put the clips on anyway. And then she proceeded to f**k me anally very hard for 20 minutes, making me repeat various phrases about why I was being punished and about Mistress Yoko’s superiority. I was sobbing after the first few minutes.
Because Mistress Yoko had mentioned the photo of her that I have to keep on the desktop of the computer, Neige decided I should have to look at Mistress Yoko’s photo, and meet its amused and appraising gaze, the entire time I was being punished. She positioned me over a chair in front of the computer, with my face a few feet from the photo on the screen, and leaned my large hand mirror against the screen, right by the photo, so that she could see my eyes to make sure that I kept them open and kept looking at the photo.
To have Mistress Yoko looking me right in the face like that, to have to look at her smile (even if it was just a photo) as I cried in pain as I was punished at her pleasure… I can’t begin to describe what that felt like, except to say that I felt completely and utterly dominated and owned, so deeply I think I’ll feel owned by her as long as I live.
