Posted by Lila on March 23rd, 2007
The zen retreat I went to this past weekend (which I got semi-stranded at because the flakey new-agey woman I was carpooling with had some kind of freakout on the third day and drove off home without bothering to tell me, which is why I ended up getting home two days later than I expected) was the first of two retreats that are part of my preparation for finally (gulp) taking the big plunge and entering the monastic life indefinitely. The second retreat is a bit longer: I’ll be gone from this coming Wednesday morning (March 28) to a week from today (April 6). Then I’m back for over a month, getting my affairs in order (eek, that sounds a lot grimmer than it is), blogging my thoughts about the monastic life and the transition process, playing a lot with my Little Pookybear (so little time, so much fun we’re going to squeeze in), and doing whatever Mistress Yoko is going to make me do to repay her for allowing me to go follow this path.
My final departure date will be Tuesday, May 15. It’s kind of scary to put it in writing like that.
I hope for Little Pookybear’s sake that she gets me the two remaining installments of her story before Wednesday. The punishments that Cerdhenn and Mistress Yoko came up with for the contest will be inflicted on Little Pookybear while I’m away, so when I return I’ll hear about how they went, and I’ll post the news here. The punishment Neige came up with, and the Grand Prize Winner that Maybue devised, will be sprung on our little pet later in April.
Saint Patrick’s Day came and went while I was at the retreat. Buddhist monastaries aren’t so big on celebrating Saint Patrick’s Day, but I am, so I had to do something… so I left instructions with Anne that Little Pookybear should spend Saint Patrick’s Day painted green from head to toe. Anne reports that it was a lot of fun, especially because the gang made her come out with them to celebrate on the beach and at the beachside bar she and some of her friends work at. At least they let her wear a string bikini the whole time! Happy Saint Paddy’s Day, Little Pookybear!
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Posted by Lila on March 23rd, 2007
Sorry for the delay in posting Little Pookybear’s account of her defeat and her first round of punishment. I took longer getting back from the retreat than I’d expected. Then, when I finally got settled back in yesterday and looked over the story Little Pookybear had sent me, I decided that even though Anne and her accomplices had approved it, it still wasn’t good enough for me. It needed more detail… I’m a stickler for detail! And Mistress Yoko, as Little Pookybear’s owner, is entitled to a higher quality of entertainment than Little Pookybear’s meager offering would have provided!
So I had our Little Pookybear punished, and then I gave her some stricter guidelines about what kind of detail I wanted, and I told her she’d better have something for me to post before Mistress Yoko went online to check this morning. But because I wanted it to be long and detailed, and also to be as well-written as she could manage, and because for all you readers I want the fun to last, I decided I would publish Little Pookybear’s story in installments. So I told her that for this morning all she had to have for me was the story of that first evening of her capture, and that after that she’d have 24 hours to complete the next installment.
Well, she did indeed get the first installment to me on time, and I think she’s finally done a proper job of it. I’m pleased enough that I’ve written to Anne and told her she can take the butt plug out for now.
So here it is, the first installment of Little Pookybear’s account of her defeat! (By the way, I told her she should just use regular old first-person pronouns instead of “Little Pookybear†in the story, because with a long story, “Little Pookybear†once or twice in every sentence gets pretty tiring to read!)
It started a few weeks ago, when my housemates declared that we were going to host a big “girls-only†party on the evening of Monday, March the 5th. They also said that they wanted to plan some “special entertainment†for the party, so Sunday we would have 3 of our closest friends over to hang out for lunch, planning, and prep, and then all 8 of us would go out for pizza and a movie or something.
When that Sunday came around, we had our lunch, but instead of talking about the party, my friends started talking about all the wrestling matches we’ve all had with each other… and pretty soon they were suggesting that we all do some wrestling right then and there. We were mostly wearing jeans, so one of my housemates suggested that we change into shorts and sports bras, which is what we usually wrestle in. The 3 who didn’t live there would have to borrow clothes from me and my housemates.
I went to my room to change, along with one of our guests who was close to my size. We picked out shorts and sports bras and I started undressing, and my friend said she would be right back. But when she came back a moment later, she had all 6 of the others with her. They’d all just waited, none of them had changed clothes at all. I had changed into my sports bra and was in the middle of stepping out of my jeans when they all rushed in and tackled me onto the bed and piled on me, and before I knew it I was completely pinned by them and they were forcing a ball gag into my mouth. As soon as I saw the ball gag I knew I was in trouble, but I couldn’t escape, and when I fought against being gagged they tickled me until I surrendered and let them gag me. There wasn’t really anything else I could do, since there were seven of them and I was only wearing my sports bra, panties, and socks.
Once they had me gagged, they held my arms stretched out and put leather cuffs on my wrists. I was definitely panicking at this point but I still didn’t know what was up and I couldn’t get away from them. Then I saw they also had a few long pieces of rope with them, which they tied to the cuffs and around my ankles, and used to tie me spreadeagled on the bed.
When I was tied stretched out on the bed in my bra and panties, they all stood and sat around me laughing at me as I struggled. Then my housemate Anne said, “Oh, by the way, we have a message for you… Lila says you lose.†Then I really lost it, and struggled and tried to scream, but it was no use. They all laughed and taunted me, and talked about how they’d been in on Lila’s plan all along. Then one of them said, “Shall we inspect our new slave?†Then they got some scissors and cut off my bra and panties, leaving me totally naked except my socks. They laughed and taunted me, and I was poked and slapped and pinched and tickled. Then they shaved my pubic hair off, plucking the most sensitive parts hair by hair, and leaving a single stripe of hair up the middle.
After I was shaved, Anne read me Mistress Yoko’s message…
Note from Lila: Little Pookybear’s paraphrasing of Mistress Yoko’s message to her doesn’t really do it justice, so instead here’s the actual full text of the message, which Mistress Yoko kindly CC’d me on when she sent it to Anne:
Dear [Little Pookybear’s real name],
We won! I had faith in my kittycat that she could deliver, and now you will be at our mercy.
For starters, your name is no longer “Valkyrie.” We’ve decided that your name from now on (yes, even after we’re done playing with you) will be “Little Pookybear,” and you are to address yourself as such whenever you write/talk to me, your friends at the house, or to Lila. If you do not, your friends are instructed to swat you with the riding crop ten times on the butt every time you do not.
Second of all, you’ve been “branded” with an “l” on your little pussy– that stands for “loser,” which you are, big time! You will need to keep yourself shaved in this fashion for as long as I decide, and you will be subject to random surprise checks periodically.
Oh, Little Pookybear, you will pay very dearly for all the baiting comments you wrote to cajole me to bet on this! Here’s a little preview for you: since, as they say, revenge is a dish best served cold, I think the first things your friends should do to you is to ice your nipples really good and tease them. Maybe clip them with our special clips.
Gotta go for now, Little Pookybear. We’re going to have lots of fun with you!
Victoriously,
Your new mistress, Yoko
Okay, back to Little Pookybear…
My 7 captors laughed at my panicked struggles, and one of them snapped a couple of photos. Then they did as Mistress Yoko had instructed, torturing my whole body with ice cubes, especially my breasts, and teasing my nipples until I thought I would go crazy, taking turns sucking and biting them. I couldn’t believe that my friends, who are mostly straight, were doing this to me and getting so into it. They were really biting hard, making me cry, and then using the ice again, and in between the would tickle torture me. Finally they put the “special clips†on my nipples, which were really large-sized binder clips like you use to clip big stacks of paper. The pain was unbearable, but they just laughed and taunted and tickled me more as I cried.
Then they kept the clips on but took my gag off. I started pleading with them, but I didn’t call myself Little Pookybear, and by the time they stopped me I had broken that rule eight times. They took the clips off and started to untie my hands, and they told me that if I struggled at all they’d put the clips back on and leave them on all night. I didn’t dare to struggle, I couldn’t have done much anyway outnumbered and naked.
They tied my hands behind me and then untied my feet and tied them together with enough rope between them that I could walk as long as I took small steps. Then they stood me up and put a dog collar with a leash on it around my neck. They led me to the bathroom and made me sit on the toilet and pee. I had to go really bad by that time, but I begged them for some privacy. Of course I didn’t get it, and they laughed at how I blushed when I peed in front of them.
Then they brought me back to the bedroom and spreadeagled me again, but this time face-down. I was begging and pleading again because I knew that this meant they were going to whip me on my ass. I’d been begging and pleading and cursing them since my gag came off, and I couldn’t bring myself to call myself Little Pookybear, and they’d been counting all the times I hadn’t. They told me I’d said “I†and “me†18 times altogether, which meant I would get 180 swats with the riding crop. I began begging and pleading and calling myself Little Pookybear, which made them laugh.
They took their time whipping me, and they whipped me hard, all over my ass and the backs of my thighs. I couldn’t hold still or keep from crying out each time they hit me. They made me count the strokes, and they stopped sometimes to humiliate me by making me tell them my name was Little Pookybear, and by making me meow and bark for them and say humiliating things about how I was a loser, how I was their slave, how they and Lila and Mistress Yoko were the better women, and how I was turned on by being put in my place. They informed me that from now on I would address Mistress Yoko “Mistress,†and address the rest of them, and Lila, as “Ma’am.†I was crying and begging the whole time, and four times I forgot to call myself Little Pookybear, so I ended up getting 220 swats instead of 180.
When they were done, they untied my hands and replaced the leather cuffs with metal handcuffs, cuffing them behind my back, and then tied my feet together with enough slack to walk again. My face was a mess from all that crying, but they wouldn’t let me do anything about it. My ass and thighs were in agony. They led me into the living room on the leash, and made me kneel on the floor while they sat around and had some beer and decided to order pizza. While they waited for the pizza, they kept me kneeling there and taunted me about how I was going to be their slave all the time now, until Mistress Yoko decided to have mercy on me and pardon me. They reminded me of my bet and how I’d told Mistress Yoko that if she won she got to do anything she wanted to me and be as merciless as she liked, and they laughed about how they’d been reading Lila’s site for so long, and how Lila and Mistress Yoko had outsmarted me, and how long they’d all been planning and waiting to put me in my place. They kept making me answer them with “Yes, Ma’am,†and “No, Ma’am,†and they told me that me calling them all Ma’am and being called Little Pookybear was how it would be from now on, even in public.
Then the pizza came, and one of my friends got up to answer the door, and to my horror she grabbed the leash and started to take me with her. I struggled, and the one who was holding the riding crop hit me once on my burning ass and once right across the breasts. They forced me to my feet, and with more swats, made me follow my friend to the door. When we got there, my friend pushed me to the side so that I was hidden behind the door when she opened it. I waited there, trembling in fear, trying not to make a sound. My friend took her sweet time talking to the delivery guy, chatting and flirting, and she kept peeking over her shoulder at me and smiling. Meanwhile all my friends in the living room had a perfect veiw of me cowering there, and they were laughing their asses off. Finally my friend closed the door.
I had to eat my friends’ pizza scraps and crusts out of a dog dish on the floor, with another dish full of milk to wash it down, with my hands still cuffed behind my back. After dinner, I was taken back upstairs and my feet were tied to the bedposts again, and my hands uncuffed and then recuffed in front of me. Then they ordered me to play with myself until I came. I begged them not to make me, but they told me that if I didn’t, they’d whip me again and then tie me spreadeagled again, put the binder clips on my nipples, and leave me like that for the rest of the night. Sobbing, I began to touch myself, as they all watched, taunting and making comments and mockingly cheering me on. When I finally started getting worked up, they taunted me about how it must be turning me on to be their slave, and how I was probably secretly hot to submit to Mistress Yoko all along. They wouldn’t let me go until I’d come twice, sobbing from embarrassment.
After that, my cuffs were locked to my collar, and one of my feet was shackled to a bedpost. Our three guests spent the night, and one of them stayed in my bed with me, “to make sure I’d be okay.†When we were alone, with the lights off, I tried to plead with her privately, talking to her as a friend, because she’s someone I’ve been friends with since junior high school. But she just told me that they were all having too much fun to let me go, and that I might as well get used to my new life, and that she was going to enjoy having me as a slave.
And that’s the end of the first exciting installment! I think Little Pookybear did a very good job writing it, don’t you? I can’t wait to read the next one! Stay tuned!
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Posted by Lila on March 15th, 2007
Well, today is the 15th, the Ides of March, which was the deadline for my pulling off my revenge on Little Pookybear. Of course, as you know, I’ve already done it… I sprung my trap on Little Pookybear on Sunday the 4th, 11 days ahead of the deadline, so Mistress Yoko and I have won our bets with Little Pookybear and now she’s ours to toy with as we please.
And today it does please me to toy with her! After all, today was the deadline… if I hadn’t outwitted Little Pookybear and pulled off my revenge, today is the day that Mistress Yoko and I would have lost our bets and I would have become Little Pookybear’s slave instead of Mistress Yoko’s (though of course, in my heart I will always belong only to Mistress Yoko), and right now Little Pookybear would no doubt be gloating obnoxiously, saying more rude and disrespectful things about my beloved Mistress, and torturing me in some terribly painful way! So in honor of all that, today seems like a perfect day for me to celebrate my victory by torturing Little Pookybear to remind her of what a loser she is and to make sure she’s learning her lesson about underestimating and disrespecting me and my awesome, kick-ass Mistress.
For starters, I decided it was a good time to spring the first contest entry from the Fun with Maybue or Little Pookybear Contest on her. As you may recall, the first punishment on the list is the one suggested by Faighnee.
This was Faighnee’s idea:
Let the loser rub herself with ice, but not just ordinary ice, it should be ice made of some sticky fluid, like cola. My kitty really hates the sticky feeling this gives her and normally I let her wash it off quite fast. But in this case whoever loses, gets to have the sticky feeling for the rest of the day.
Little Pookybear’s housemates decided that popsicles would work as well as cola-flavored ice cubes, and would be more colorful, so first thing this morning they made her strip naked and rub herself all over with ice-cold popsicles in assorted fruit flavors. One advantage that popsicles have over ice cubes is that they have a nicely suggestive phallic shape… so poor Little Pookybear was forced put on quite a show, performing all sorts of kinky acts with popsicles at her housemates’ command. Of course, you can guess what she had to do for a nice long finale!
No? You can’t guess? Let’s just say that she’s not just colorful and sticky on the outside right now…
As you know if you’ve been reading this blog for a while, one of Mistress Yoko’s favorite ways to amuse herself with me is to have Neige tie me to my chair in front of my computer and put me in some state of fiendish discomfort (using nipple clips, dildos, butt plugs, and other evil toys), while Mistress Yoko is at work. When work is slow and Mistress Yoko wants a distraction, I’m forced to amuse her with email conversations… which, given the position she’s got me in, usually involve me begging for mercy. She likes to increase my discomfort to see how frantic my pleading emails get, and how much trouble I have writing coherently. Meanwhile, her emails to me are casual, cheerful, and teasing, rubbing in the fact that she’s in no hurry and is quite comfortable and having a fine time, and that my desperation is quite amusing to her. When she’s got something else to do, like attending to her job or taking a lunch break, she leaves me waiting there, helpless, writhing, and desperate, until next time she decides to check in. If I have to pee or something, that just makes it all the more funny to her. No doubt she frequently smiles to herself as she works or enjoys her lunch, thinking of the state I’m in as I wait upon her mercy. When she plays this game with me, she usually doesn’t release me until the end of her workday.
Naturally, it’s sheer torture and humiliation to be toyed with in this way. But I’ve often thought about how fun it would be to be on the other side of the game, in Mistress Yoko’s position… and now I get to try it!
So, after making her housemates breakfast, eating her own breakfast of milk and oatmeal from her doggy dish on the floor, and doing her chores (still all sticky), Little Pookybear was given a sound caning, and then a nice big dildo was inserted in her tight but no-longer-virginal little anus, and then she was tied up in front of the computer (still sticky), with her hands cuffed to the armrests (as mine are when Mistress Yoko does this to me) so that she can type but doesn’t have the slack to use her hands to protect herself from anything I else have her housemates to do her.
We had a lovely little email conversation, and now she’s sitting there, waiting on my pleasure. In addition to the stickiness and the dildo in her butt, poor Little Pookybear now also has a pair of jumbo-sized binder clips on her poor wee nipples. I’m going to lunch now, but I’ll check back in later to see if her pleas for mercy amuse me enough that I feel like taking the clips off. Or maybe I’ll do something else to add to her discomfort.
Anne has also informed me that Mistress Yoko has set today as the deadline for Little Pookybear to send me her account of her adventures from Sunday the 4th to Wednesday the 7th… if she doesn’t produce a satisfactory report, including all the most embarrassing details, by midnight tonight, Mistress Yoko has some special punishment in store for her.
I’ll be away at a zen retreat from early tomorrow morning through Tuesday morning, so unfortunately even if Little Pookybear gets her report in on time, I won’t have time to post it until my return. Mistress Yoko is also away for the next week, vacationing in Amsterdam… I don’t know exactly what day she gets back, but I’m going to try to get that report up by whenever-it-is, so that she can enjoy it right away when she returns home.
Anyway, it’s going to be a long afternoon for poor Little Pookybear. Her housemates are going to check this blog occasionally throughout the day, so if you want to say hi to Little Pookybear, just post a comment to this entry today… and also post anything that you’d like her housemates to do to her to make her life more interesting while she sits in her chair and waits upon my mercy!
(Have fun, Little Pookybear!)
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Posted by Lila on March 11th, 2007
Mistress Yoko got her black belt in aikido this morning!
Congratulations, Mistress!
I get all weak-kneed and swoony (and hot, hot, HOT) when I think about what a powerful, beautiful, kick-ass warrior woman my Mistress is!
I’m proud that a woman as strong and beautiful and amazing as her considers me her friend.
And I used to be too embarrassed by my feelings to say this, but now I can admit it: I’m proud to be owned by her.
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Posted by Lila on March 10th, 2007
…Maybue!
Yes, of the five entries I received (from Mistress Yoko, Maybue, Princess Faighnee, Cerdhenn, and Neige) for the Fun With Maybue or Little Pookybear Contest, Maybue’s entry won hands-down… it was the most creative and the most cruel! In fact, I was seriously impressed!
Congratulations, Maybue! You’ve won a reprieve from all the punishments that the contestants suggested, and from anything else I might have done to you this week if you’d lost! Of course, if your Princess wants to continue making you wear nothing but the kitty ears and tail around the house, and/or continue making you refer to yourself as “Your Beautiful Kitty,” that’s her business…
So, all five suggestions I received will be inflicted on Little Pookybear. I’ll spread them out over the next few weeks. Each suggestion will be printed here in this blog after it’s been used on Little Pookybear… that way, Little Pookybear won’t know what’s coming, and the rest of you will get to enjoy finding out the suggestions one by one, and trying to guess what kind of idea each contestant came up with (and all five suggestions were quite amusing and original)!
The suggestions will be inflicted on Little Pookybear in ascending order of cruelty… that is, the least cruel will be first, and the most cruel will be last. Here’s the order:
1. Faighnee: simple, fun, amusing… painless, but definitely uncomfortable…
2. Cerdhenn: original and funny… and it could turn out to be rather painful for Little Pookybear in the end…
3. Mistress Yoko: as always, Mistress Yoko came up with something delightfully creative… but fortunately for Little Pookybear, Mistress Yoko pulled her punches on this one… probably because she wasn’t sure if Maybue would win, and none of us wanted anything too evil to Maybue if Maybue lost. So this one’s not nearly as cruel as most of the punishments Mistress Yoko comes up with… but it’s certainly uncomfortable and highly undignified, and could prove quite distressing when the victim’s tormentors outnumber her by about 7 to 1…
4. Neige: much more cruel than any of the previous three… Neige took a considerably different tack from everyone else, setting up an open-ended situation guaranteed develop into a most distressing, painful, and humiliating experience for poor Little Pookybear…
5. Maybue: an epic punishment that blew me away with its creativity… you’ll see what I mean…
Meanwhile, Anne informs me that Mistress Yoko has decreed that Little Pookybear must write up a full report of what was done to her this past Sunday, Monday, and Tuesday. Apparently, poor Little Pookybear is quite reluctant to write about the cruel tortures and humiliations she suffered at our hands, and even more reluctant to have everyone know the details of what happened to her and just how thoroughly she was humiliated… so naturally, I’ll be publishing her account here in this blog as soon as she’s written up a version explicitly detailed and embarrassing enough to satisfy the Magnificent Seven!
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