Posted by Lila on April 29th, 2007
Well, it’s been a whole month since I published Part One of Little Pookybear’s Story. Here’s Part Two at last. Rest assured that you won’t have to wait another month (or even another week) for Part Three! Mistress Yoko finally got tired of waiting, and Little Pookybear had to finish this installment tied to a chair naked with a great big dildo in her anus. That’s how she’ll be writing the remaining installments, and if she doesn’t get them to us quickly, I trust that Mistress Yoko will motivate her by finding ways to increase her discomfort even further!
So here’s what happened to Little Pookybear the morning after my trap was sprung and she became the property of Mistress Yoko…
My captors awakened me late Monday morning by tickling, pinching, and spanking me until I begged and screamed that I was going to pee myself. Then they unshackled my foot from the bedpost and shackled it to my other foot, and leaving my cuffed wrists locked to my collar, they attached the leash to the collar again and led me to the bathroom, pinching and spanking me all the way. They put me in the bathtub and they all held me down in the bathtub and began tickling me again. I begged and cried, but they kept tickling me until I peed all over myself, while they cheered and laughed at me.
After that they gave me a shower, squeezing, tickling, and tormenting me as they washed me all over, and scrubbing my shaved parts and my already sore nipples until they were painfully tender.
After the shower they decided not to dry me off or give me a towel. I was led downstairs on the leash, naked and dripping wet, with my hands cuffed behind me. They sat around the living room and made me kneel in front of them. I was informed that today I was going to be trained to be a proper slave. They said that they were going to uncuff my hands and ankles, since I couldn’t serve them properly while I was bound, and that if I gave them any trouble I would be tied up again and tortured very severely. They said I had to submit to any punishment they dished out, and if I resisted, I would be held down or tied up and the punishment would be much, much worse.
Anne stood over me and asked if I understood. I didn’t want to answer, but I knew I’d be punished if I didn’t, so I said yes. She reached down and pinched my nipples hard, and reminded that I had to say “Yes, Ma’am.†I said it and then she made me say it again louder while she kept pinching my nipples. She told me that they would excuse all the times that morning that I hadn’t called them “Ma’am†or called myself “Little Pookybear,†but that from now on I wasn’t getting away with it, and would be punished every time I slipped. She asked me again if I understood, and I said “Yes, Ma’am,†and she let go of my nipples and patted me on the cheek. Then they uncuffed my wrists and ankles, and I had to crawl over to each one of them and kiss and lick and suck their toes and feet on my hands and knees, and each one of them gave me something humilating that I had to repeat back to her, like, “Little Pookybear is a loser who deserves to be the humble little slave of her betters,†and, “Thank you, Ma’am, for letting a worthless slut like Little Pookybear serve you.â€
When they were done toying with me in this way, They made me go back and kneel in the middle of the room again. Anne smirked and said something about what a sweet slave I made and how maybe it would be easier than they’d thought to get me trained in time for the party. With everything that had happened, I’d forgotten about the party we’d been planning for that night. I couldn’t believe they were going to make me be their slave for the party. Now I knew why they had wanted the party to be girls only. I knew they must have been planning this all along. I remembered that last summer my housemate Liz had lost a major bet to me, and the penalty I made her pay for losing was that I threw a dinner party in our house for me, our other three housemates, and a couple of girlfriends, and Liz had to be everyone’s servant girl for the night, wearing only a pair of bikini bottoms. Now Liz was sitting there on the couch smirking triumphantly at me, and five of my other six captors were the same housemates and guests who had been at that dinner party. I knew they really were going to do this to me.
Panicking, I jumped up and made a dash for the stairs, thinking my only chance was to get to my room and barricade the door, and then get some clothes on, though I didn’t know how I could possibly escape after that. They caught me right away, and easily overpowered me in my vulnerable condition. They bent me face-down over the back of the couch, so that my ass was sticking up in the air, and tied my wrists to the front legs of the couch and my ankles to the back legs, so that my arms and legs were spread wide apart. Then they put the ball gag in my mouth again. I was given 200 swats with the riding crop on my ass and the backs of my thighs. I was already bruised and painfully tender from my whipping the night before, but they showed me no mercy, even though I was crying the whole time.
When they were done, the gag was removed and I had to kiss the riding crop and apologize to each of them for being disobedient. The first one I had to apologize to was Anne, and I forgot to call myself Little Pookybear, so despite my pleading and crying she gave me ten more swats with the riding crop.
When it was all over they made me stand in the middle of the room with my hands on my head while Anne checked to see if she had any new email from Mistress Yoko. She did, and Mistress Yoko had sent her a message for me, which Anne read to me as I stood there crying. This is what it said:
My dear Little Miss Pookybear:
I hope you’re having lots of fun being our slave. I know your friends and I are enjoying it!
So, I hear you’re having a party at your house, and that you’ll be the server and entertainment. You will be topless, and if there’s an apron handy, you will wear that so that your naked butt peeks out in the back. If you don’t have an apron, having a thong will do just fine. Make sure you bend over nicely when you’re serving drinks so that everyone can spank you!
Before the party starts, your friends will tie you up and make you up to look especially cute and girly– lots of makeup, hair in pigtails, the works. We want a cute little pookybear here!
For our entertaining pleasure, I think you should definitely sing and dance to the old standby, the Rick James song “Superfreak.” If you do it well, maybe there will be some reward for you!
I’ll be talking to you tomorrow!
Enjoy–
Your Mistress, Yoko
Boy, I can’t wait to here what happened at the party that night, can you? Fortunately, Little Pookybear will have the next installment for us real soon… or else!
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Posted by Lila on April 26th, 2007
April is National Poetry Month, and the tradition (according to Mistress Yoko… I don’t know if she made it up or got it from somewhere else) is that sometime during the month, each participating blogger posts a favorite poem. Mistress Yoko posted her poem of choice, and Nicky posted his, and I was having a hard time figuring out what poem I was going to post… and then Faighnee sent an old poem of hers to me and Mistress Yoko, and it’s beautiful and sad and made me cry. So she’s my poet of choice for National Poetry Month now, and here’s her poem:
Ellen
by Faighnee
Nobody’s no was ever so beautiful
and you told me what everybody knows
that I am a girl
and that my kisses are wrong
shaped like squares
and shaped like me
Nobody’s no was ever so beautiful
I bought fake flowers for you
and you told me lying is wrong
but it brings colour to my cheeks
And I had tried too hard
with my smile from the grocery store
my cardboard excuses
a bypass on my heart
Please, can the feelings be less
Nobody’s no was ever so beautiful
as it drew scars across my heart
in the shape of your eyes
in the shape of your face
in the shape of naked you
Nobody’s no was ever so painful
Maybue’s comment on the poem: “This Ellen doesn’t know what she’s missing out on.”
Ah, well… Ellen’s loss is your gain, Maybue. And we got this beautiful poem out of it, too.
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Posted by Lila on April 25th, 2007
Due to the difficulty of scheduling certain financial-and-legal-related meetings I need to have before my departure, and the need to reschedule meetings I missed while I was sick earlier this month, I’ve had to delay my departure until Friday, May 25th, exactly one month from today. One more month with my online friends and our games; one more month to post everything here that I want to get posted.
Interesting and appropriate that I manage to be leaving the day before Memorial Day Weekend. Mistress Yoko has dropped teasing hints of a “celebration” for me, while for my part I think I might throw a little celebration for Little Pookybear.
After I leave, this site will still be here. I’ve talked to my friend Nicky, who hosts my site on his web hosting account and who helps me with graphics and technical details (and who inspired me to start this site in the first place), and he says he’s happy to keep hosting the site “for as long as the Internet still works.”
But this blog isn’t just going to sit here as a monument to an amazing, transformative chapter of one woman’s life. It’s going to remain active… because when I leave, I’m handing it over to Faighnee, Maybue, and Cerdhenn. Right after I post my final entry on May 25th, I’ll be sending them the login and password info. I know that the three of them will continue to play fun games (for many happy decades, I hope), and I want them to have this blog as a space to keep writing about them (and about the rest of their lives… about their marriage, and perhaps, in the future, about parenthood).
Mistress Yoko will also be receiving the “keys” to this blog, but don’t expect to hear too much from her, apart from the occasional comment… I get the impression that after I leave, she’s pretty much retiring from the Mistress business. Unlike me and Faighnee and Maybue, Mistress Yoko is basically hetero and is now married to a wonderful guy… her career as a long-distance owner and tormentor of female sex slaves was a product of the unique friendship and chemistry between me and her, and not something that I think she plans to continue with other girls (though this blog will be here for her if she ever does have another kinky tale to tell, whether it’s fiction from her delicously fiendish imagination, or an old incident she’s inspired to write about, or some new, unexpected development…). And as for the rest of her life, her offline, non-kinky life as a musician, librarian, martial arts master, homeowner, wife, gourmet, teacher, knitter, adventurer, and all-around kick-ass woman… she’s already got her own blog in which to write about all that.
Anytime I get a chance, in the years to come, I hope to be able to check the blog and see what mischief Faighnee, Maybue, and Cerdhenn (and all you other readers who grace this blog with your comments) have been up to. Buddhist monks and nuns do leave the monastery sometimes to go into nearby towns for various reasons, and even smallish towns have Internet cafés these days. And every now and then, once a year or so, when I find myself near one of those Internet cafés, I might even post another brief entry here if it feels right.
Meanwhile, there’s lots more fun in store in the coming month!
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Posted by Lila on April 23rd, 2007
I’ll let the emails reprinted below tell this story themselves.
Faighnee to Mistress Yoko:
Hey Yoko,
Tomorrow in the afternoon I’ll be alone at work.
Now my kitty and Cerdhenn have lost a bet from me (it is foolish to underestimate my knowledge of Greek mythology). They thought I wouldn’t know the name of Herakles’ mother. They were foolishly convinced that it was Hera. Of course it was Alcmene.
We had bet upon them coming along to work with me. Whoever won was to be in charge.
Do you have any suggestions for these two silly little girls? It’s going to be ever so much fun.
And don’t hold yourself back, Yoko. There’ll be nobody here and there is a nice park around the building.
As of late my kitty has been mouthing me off a bit too much and she thinks that she can get away with it.
Maybe it’s time again to press her limits a bit. ;-)
Huggles,
Faighnee
Mistress Yoko to Faighnee:
Faighnee–
My first thought was to have them do the Twelve Labors
of Heracles, but I thinkt that’s a little difficult to
make up equivalents for them.
I think at the very least, they should be dressed in
sheets like togas (you can decide whether they should
wear anything underneath them), and they should find
flowers to put in your hair and dance around you.
Maybe bring a picnic and make them feed you grapes and
cheeses or something. Perhaps when they’re least
expecting it, strip off their sheets and have them run
around the park in a race. Whoever wins the race has
to have the loser service her in some way.
Cheers,
Yoko
Faighnee to Mistress Yoko:
Thanks, I like that.
:-D
I’ve decided to punish kitty for her insolence this week. So any other suggestions are always welcome. And don’t hold yourself back. Her insolence deserves punishment. Her sarcasm towards you, Lila and myself is not acceptable.
Huggles,
Faighnee
Faighnee to Mistress Yoko:
Well, we’re home now.
This morning my boss told me to take the afternoon off, since I would be the only one at work (she actually hadn’t noticed that :-s).
And I’m not one to say ‘no’ to a free afternoon, so my two little silly girls are with me at home. Maybue is still wearing a toga. Cerdhenn is naked. Maybue managed to beat Cerdhenn in a toga-wrestling contest. The contest was quite exciting (in more than one way). The winner was of course the one who could strip the other. Maybue is on her knees, waiting for more orders from me. Cerdhenn is on her belly. After all, she is the slave of the slave now. Cerdhenn will be licking the two of us to orgasm in a few minutes.
Any suggestions as to what else they could do for me?
Tools at hand are:
hand cuffs, vibrator, silk scarfs, the dreaded litter box, two cucumbers, a couple of carrots, a couple of bottles of bear, lettuce, a cabbage, a melon, grapes, strawberries, some bacon, several pens and markers, this computer (of course), fake blood, fake vampire fangs, bed sheets, our bed, a camping bed, a bath tub, three couches (one big one, two small ones), six chairs, a table, some left-over paint, some left over wallpaper (and stuff to make glue for wallpaper), two flash lights and two scaredy kitties (one of which is wearing a toga).
(I want to give Lila another small story for when she gets back. Also to encourage her in encouraging Little Pookybear to write her installments. ;-) … And I’ll admit, this turns me on like hell. ;-) )
Huggles,
Faighnee
P.s.: Extra tools: shoes, slippers, several clothes, bath towels, bath robes, soap, shampoo, sensation fizz balls for in bath, lady-shaves, shaving foam, perfume, deodorant, box of make-up, lipstick: black, three kinds of red and pink. Nail polish: two kinds of red, green, yellow, black, pink and see-through.
We have more stuff here. So if you want to use something not in this list, just ask, we might have it. (this also prevents me from sending you three more lists of stuff).
Huggles,
Faighnee
Mistress Yoko to Faighnee:
Faighnee–
I expect that I will lose Internet access in the next
hour or so (our computer system is due for an
upgrade), so this may be the last message you’ll get
from me today.
I like your list, and I like the idea of using makeup.
Have Kitty put makeup on you, and have Cerdhenn put
makeup on Kitty. Cerdhenn, however, gets shaved (and
held down if she resists).
If Cerdhenn is good, she can be allowed to wear a bra
and panties. If she misbehaves, she stays naked for
the duration (you can decide what she wears in
public).
One game: blindfold Cerdhenn and/or Kitty and do the
“dildo or cucumber” test.
Have fun,
Yoko
Cerdhenn to Mistress Yoko:
Dear benevolent Mistress Yoko,
If you grant me mercy, I will be free and I will be the mistress of Kitty for a week. If you choose not to grant me mercy, I’ll be the slave of Kitty and Princess for two weeks.
Many times already have you proven yourself to be the better woman. Yet Princess still seems to see you as an equal and not her superior. I’m on my knees before you, naked and humiliated. I’m begging you to be merciful on me and take this chance to show Princess once and for all who the better woman is. Please, let me be free. I’ll show you my proper gratitude by letting you play with the Kitty. And whenever Princess wants something from her Kitty, she’ll have to pay the proper price to you as well.
Humbly yours,
Cerdhenn
Mistress Yoko to Cerdhenn:
Dear, sweet Cerdhenn,
Thanks very much for posting in Lila’s Storybook! It’s
nice to see new stories here after being neglected for
so long, and you write well.
As for granting you mercy, I don’t think I shall. I
noticed a hint of insolence in your voice when you
were referring to the Princess. Miss Faighnee has her
time of the year when I can play with her, as Kitty
knows. And I can play with Kitty right now, as
Princess allows.
Have a good two weeks, and keep writing!
Mistress Yoko
Cerdhenn to Mistress Yoko:
Please Mistress Yoko,
I beg of you. I’m on my knees. I’ll shave myself for you. I’ll write your name on my breasts and my vagina for the rest of this year.
I’ll be naked on my knees for you one hour each day for the rest of the year.
Please, show me mercy.
Desperately begging and crawling for you,
your naked servant Cerdhenn
Mistress Yoko to Cerdhenn:
You’d rather do all that than be Princess’s slave?
Isn’t Princess a good mistress?
Yoko
Cerdhenn to Mistress Yoko:
She is a very good mistress. But two weeks is very long to be a slave. When I do these things at least I am still free.
Please Mistress Yoko. Show me mercy. I beg of you.
Mistress Yoko to Cerdhenn:
Two weeks is a short time, Cerdhenn. Little Pookybear
will be my slave for longer! and Lila’s been my slave
for almost 4 years!
Kisses,
Yoko
Faighnee to Mistress Yoko:
The funny thing is that Cerdhenn is on a computer right next to me, so I can see what she is typing.
I must say I feel slightly insulted. But I do like the suggestions she’s given in her mail and I’ll make sure they’re implemented.
Good luck with your internet and thanks for the suggestions. :-)
Huggles,
Faighnee
Mistress Yoko to Faighnee:
Cerdhenn should feel lucky she’s not undergoing the
same tortures I subject my slaves to! ;)
I’m sure you’ll all have lots of fun.
Yoko
Faighnee to Mistress Yoko:
You can always give some suggestions. Even from the sort you give to your own slaves.
After all I still have a naughty Kitty to punish and Cerdhenn’s a rather insolent slave herself.
;-)
Huggles,
Faighnee
Cerdhenn to Mistress Yoko:
Please Mistress,
I’m naked and shaven. Your name and the names of Princess, Kitty and Lila are on my breasts, vagina and buttocks. They want me to be naked all the time. Except for shoes I’ll only ever be allowed to wear two pieces of clothing outside. I can’t go outside like that all the time. Not for an entire two weeks. And sometimes they want to make me go outside wearing even less. And they want to put a dildo in my ass.
They allowed me to beg you for mercy.
Please, tell them not to put the dildo in my ass. Please, tell them to allow me to wear more clothes. I’ll do as I promised earlier. I’ll be shaven with your name written on my breasts, vagina and buttocks for as long as it pleases you. I’ll be naked on my knees for one hour each day for as long as you see fit. I’ll be the licking slave of them for as long as you see fit. But please, don’t let them put anything in my ass and please allow me to wear more clothes outside. And please tell them that I don’t want to expose myself outside.
I know you are far greater than I am. I have your name on me. I am marked as your property. From now on I’ll refer to myself as “your toy” whenever I address you or when I write on Lila’s site or on your blog. Please, have mercy on me.
Humbly on her knees,
Your naked toy.
Faighnee to Mistress Yoko:
Hejhej,
We’ve decided to show some mercy to Cerdhenn. After all she’s still getting into this.
So you don’t have to decide whether you show her mercy or not.
But we’ll hold her to part of her promise to you.
She’ll be shaven and she’ll have your name on her for as long as you see fit (or at least until she finds someone to start dating ;-) ).
I’ve decided to mark my Kitty as my property in a similar manner by the way. ;-)
Huggles,
Faighnee
Postscript from Lila: The whole saga above unfolded earlier this month. Things have changed since then… right now, it’s Cerdhenn who’s on top, and she’s making Faighnee pay dearly for the humiliations recounted here. Look for that story soon…
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Posted by Lila on April 18th, 2007
Still sick. Ick. Went to the doctor. I’ve got strep throat. The doctor tells me that she’s had a bunch of patients this year whose flu turned into strep. Started my antibiotics today. Ick.
This is the first time I’ve had a really serious in-the-lungs kind of illness since Mistress Yoko made me quit smoking, and my body seems to be taking the opportunity to cough up all the layers and layers of disgusting tar and gunk that my 20 years of smoking left in my lungs. It hurts like hell and is way more gross than you probably want to read about, and it’s scary how much of it there is. Ick. The one up side to getting this sick is at least all that stuff is out of my body once and for all now.
Unfortunately, I’ve got work to do, putting my affairs in order before going into the monastery. It would be simpler if I were joining a cult of some kind, because then I’d just have to hand over all my worldly wealth to the cult leader. But legit Buddhist monastaries don’t work that way, so it’s up to me to figure out what to do with everything. So it’s piles of paperwork for me, meetings with my lawyer, meetings with my broker. Making sure my money keeps making money while I’m gone from the workaday world, in case I ever decide to come back to it (and if I don’t, if I’m still a nun when I die of old age, and if the economy hasn’t totally collapsed by then, a handful of charitable organizations are going to be having some surprise windfalls).
Ordinarily, I actually kind of like dealing with the financial and organizational stuff, but the way I’m feeling right now I’d much rather just stay in bed watching anime DVDs.
And I’m leaving in a month. It’s feeling more and more real, and even though it’s what I want it also makes me scared and sad. It’s scary how fast the time is going. I keep wanting to put it off longer now, to push the date back to sometime in the Summer. But I know that’s a bad idea.
The thing is that after so many years of being lonely, I’ve finally got a few people I care about and who care about me. Mistress Yoko, most of all. She’s the best friend I’ve had in my adult life. And Maybue and Faighnee wrote to me again yesterday to make sure I was okay because they hadn’t heard from me. I’ve never met them and they live on the other side of the world, but it’s been wonderful getting to know them and it means so much to me that they care enough to write.
And Neige has been bringing me soup. I don’t know what I would have done without that soup, especially the couple of days that I couldn’t drag myself out of bed at all for anything. Mistress Yoko made me give Neige keys to my apartment back when she made me quit smoking, so that they could stage surprise inspections and so that I couldn’t stop Neige from coming over to punish me when Mistress Yoko ordered it. I never would have guessed she’d also use those keys to bring me soup when I was sick someday! There was such a long time when I didn’t have anyone to do that for me. (Of course, when she comes by, Neige also takes advantage of my weakened condition to pin my hands over my head and force me come while moaning Mistress Yoko’s name… but actually, I think that’s been helping me heal).
Anyway, I finally got a chance to look over Little Pookybear’s latest installment, the one she sent me at the last minute before I left for the monastery. I wasn’t entirely satisfied… the way I see it, if she has an email conversation with Mistress Yoko where Mistress Yoko totally dominates her and makes her beg and grovel and utterly humiliate herself, I don’t want her to just tell us that… I want to read that whole email conversation verbatim, so I can see for myself just how superior Mistress Yoko is and how pathetic Little Pookybear is! So she’s being punished and doing a rewrite for us… and when it gets here I’ll get it proofread, formatted, and posted as soon as I can. I’m sorry for the part of the delay that’s the result of my sickness, busyness, and low energy… and I’m sure that Little Pookybear is being made quite sorry for her own part in the delays…
I’ve also got a couple of very brief reports from Anne on what life is like around their house lately with Little Pookybear as their full-time slave… but I think I’ll save those details for after we’ve got all of Little Pookybear’s story of those first three days. Suffice to say, for now, that our once-tough-talking Little Pookybear has become quite the tame and timid little pet these days. And yes, all the lovely suggestions you all contributed in your comments to this entry have been done to her. And Maybue, you’ll be pleased to know that she’s using the litterbox all the time now… I’ve decided (and her friends have agreed) that she’s not yet become quite a good enough slave to have earned toilet privileges…
Oh, and remember that I said that the punishments that Cerdhenn and Mistress Yoko came up with for the contest would be inflicted on Little Pookybear while I was away?
Cerdhenn’s entry was:
let kitty or pooky wear bubble-wrap in their bra and panties every time they go out
for each bubble that has popped when they get back in they get spanked
let’s say 10 swats for each bubble
so they’ll have to be really careful when they move or it will be a real spankfest
Anne and the rest of the Magnificent Seven agreed with me that this was a fun game, but you know how those bad girls get… they always seem to find a way to make things even worse for poor Pooky! Anne tells me that they stuffed her bra and panties with lots of bubble wrap… enough layers that it was obvious that there was something stuffed in there. Then they took her out dancing (dressed in pretty skimpy clothing, which made it even more obvious), and throughout the night they kept her surrounded and kept trying to pop as many bubbles as they could! When they got home that night, they counted 52 popped bubbles, and decided to have mercy and give Little Pookybear her 520 swats in installments of 100 per day (with 120 on the 5th day). They had a blast, and Anne says to say thanks from them all!
Mistress Yoko’s entry was:
Have her do a handstand (if necessary, against a wall for support) naked, with a dildo in her nether regions. While doing the handstand, she has to recite a poem or sing a song of her tormentors’ choosing all the way through from beginning to end while they tickle her. If she loses her place in the poem/song, loses her balance, or if the dildo pops out, she has to start over with the poem/song from the beginning and repeat. This can last as long as she doesn’t have too much trauma from having the blood rush to her head.
I mentioned that this game “could prove quite distressing when the victim’s tormentors outnumber her by about 7 to 1.” But once again I underestimated the Magnificent Seven! They invited friends over for this one, so poor Little Pookybear was outnumbered 12 to 1 by the fun-loving girls! They actually made things easier on her in one respect: they held her legs, two on each leg, so that there was no chance of her losing her balance. Of course, this also meant that she couldn’t do anything at all to get away from the other two who were ticking her feet! Which left 6 to tickle the rest of her…
She never did make it through the song (they voted for “Baby One More Time,” by Britney Spears), at least not while she was upside down. Eventually they decided she’d been upside down as long as anyone should be, so they stood her upright and made her dance around and perform the song for them with her arms and breasts tied, still keeping the dildo in. This was right before they tied her hands over her head (from a hook they put in the ceiling just for the occasion) and administered the 50 lashes that Mistress Yoko had ordered for her for being slow with the second installment of her story.
And the second- and first-prize punishments, from Neige and Maybue respectively, are yet to be administered… stay tuned!
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