Posted by Lila on May 30th, 2007
When I decided to stick around long enough to make sure Faighnee was okay, I had to contact my landlord to make sure I could stay into June. And then, because I’m hyper-organized and had already notified the power company, the bank, and everyone else about my upcoming move, I had to contact them all again to tell them that the move wasn’t happening yet.
But while I might be hyper-organized, most of the world isn’t. Much of the world isn’t even competent. Sometimes you tell someone that you need your contact info updated, or your account closed, or your power or something switched on or off, and they fail to process the request. Or sometimes, you notify them of something like that, and then you contact them and cancel your request, and they fail to process the cancellation, and they follow through on the original request that you’d told them not to follow through on.
Which is why, at about 4:30 yesterday afternoon, the electricity in my apartment was suddenly switched off.
It took them until sometime late this afternoon to get it switched back on. An annoying interruption in my communications, and in the blogging I need to do here. I was out when it went back on, since there wasn’t much to do at home without the electricity anyway. Now I’m back online after more than 24 hours. I have an email from Mistress Yoko, from yesterday evening, telling me to hop to it and get my entry about my Memorial Day torment written, so I’d better hop to it, now that I can.
I also see that I have an email from Cerdhenn begging me for permission to orgasm… it seems that her master told her she had to wait until I said so. Hee! Oh, wait… there’s another one from about half an hour later, saying that her master went ahead and gave her permission to have that orgasm after all. Lucky Cerdhenn, to have such a generous and kind-hearted master! I hope you’re showing him proper appreciation! If you’d really ended up having to wait for my power to come back on, and for me to get home and read all my email, and for me to write this entry, that would have been a very long and frustrating wait!
Okay, I’m off to be an obedient slave and write about Memorial Day…
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Posted by Cerdhenn on May 29th, 2007
From now on, Cerdhenn will only refer to herself as “the plaything”, “the toy” or “Cruainn’s toy” or “Cruainn’s plaything.”
As you all have heard this toy has a new boyfriend and, because this toy’s friends and former mistresses decided it should be so, a new master as well. It didn’t take Cruainn too long to get into his new role as master. This isn’t too surprising, since he’s Faighnee’s brother after all.
Thanks to Mistress Neige the plaything got to have quite some fun with Lila during the memorial bet, but in the mean time Cruainn had been asking Mistress Yoko and Mistress Lila for suggestion as to how he should deal with his plaything. Then he decided to find out more about what we had been up to in our games. When he found out how evil his toy had been towards Mistress Lila, he decided that his toy should be punished. He made his plaything write a mail to Mistress Lila in which the plaything had to explain that the plaything was to be punished. He let the exact wording to the plaything herself and even allowed the plaything to beg for mercy from Mistress Lila.
“Mistress Lila,
Your toy is naked again. My master had ordered your toy to tell him about our games and he decided that your toy had been too mean to you for the memorial weekend. Therefor your toy is now suffering the consequences. Inside the house your toy is only allowed to wear a collar and a pair of white socks. Outside the house your toy has to wear skirts and tops. Your toy is to be his serving girl at all times, even outside or when there’s other with us. Today he made your toy clean his house naked and cook for him, also naked. Your toy will be from now on called toy or plaything, unless my master specifically states that you toy doesn’t have to. He told your toy that this arrangement will stay for the next 14 weeks or until you decide to grant your toy mercy, because it is as punishments for your toy’s crimes against you. When you do decide to grant your toy mercy, you can name the price for this mercy and your toy will have to pay that. Please, be merciful with your price. If you are merciful, then I will forever refer to myself on Guttergaunt as “Lila’s toy” and I will masturbate in your name once per week and state this on Guttergaunt. Also you can name one day each year and I will make it a special holiday in your honour on which I will not wear a bra for the rest of my life or until you decide to grant me mercy. Is this not price enough already? Please don’t make me humiliate myself too bad or hurt myself too bad.
Humbly yours,
Your naked plaything”
In her writing the toy foolishly made some wrong assumptions and the plaything’s master pointed those out to Mistress Lila and to his plaything.
Dear Lila,
It seems that I need to read over the shoulder of my nymph in stead of just letting her cc me. She apparently misunderstood some things.
I don’t want her to call herself YOUR toy. She’s my toy after all. ;-)
And I definitely don’t want her to masturbate in someone else’s name. I do like the idea of bra-less day once a year though. :-)
Sincerely,
Cruainn
Lila’s answer to this resulted in the next step of the toy’s humiliation. Lila used the plaything’s name in this mail and in order to not post the toy’s real name online, the toy promised her Master that she’ll be his slave until the end of september. That is more than an entire month extra!
My dear little Cerdhenn,
How delightful! I’d just heard from Neige that you’d ordered that I
suffer the anal punishment game (and with nipple clips on, too!), and I
must confess that I was about to write and beg you for mercy… but I
guess now it’s you who has to beg instead! Neige agrees that since
begging ME for mercy now (thanks to your most excellent new master),
obviously I win, and you can’t have me punished now! So now my Memorial
Day ordeal is over, and your punishment is just beginning!
I see I’ve got a lot of email to answer right now… I still have to
write to your master with my ideas on how to enjoy his new slave
(Mistress Yoko had some good suggestions for him, but I’ve got more).
I’ll write to him later today.
Meanwhile, I want to see a blog entry about all this very soon, and
you’re welcome to beg some more to try to earn some mercy. I’ll tell
you this, though: you’re going to have to serve all 14 weeks, exactly
the way your master has decided, unless HE decides to grant you mercy.
I like the thought of you continuing to be punished even after I’m
gone! So if I decide to grant you any mercy, it just means I’ll be a
little more merciful in the suggestions that I offer to your master!
Mistress Lila
The toy’s Master also decided that his plaything should show the pictures of herself online now and tell the complete story of her earlier humiliation at the hands of Mistress Faighnee and Mistress Maybue. The Master decided that, since the story was written before his toy had to refer to herself only as the toy, the toy didn’t have to call herself the toy in the story, because it would take too much work to change it and also because it would become difficult to read it.
It’s been a humiliating week.
I finally got the chance to get back at Faighnee for the humiliations she’s put me through and then I blew it.
Maybue had warned me that this would happen. I was in charge, why would I risk all that. But it was just too tempting and I just didn’t listen..
I lost a bet with Maybue and another bet with Faighnee.
The first bet with Maybue was that Faighnee wouldn’t do another bout of running against me right then with the clothing specifications set by us (garbage bag t-shirt and garbage bag skirt). Whoever lost would have pictures of their body, with the names of Faighnee (if Maybue lost) or Mistress Yoko (if I lost) on their bodies.
Faighnee accepted my challenge, but as I really wanted to win the first bet with Maybue and wanted to scare Faighnee a bit and because I thought I couldn’t lose against Faighnee (after all I had won last time), we increased the stakes a bit. If Faighnee lost, she’d be Maybue’s and my slave until their wedding (after which she was going to be Maybue’s slave anyway) and she’d still have to do all six of the quests by Mistress Yoko and Mistress Lila. If I lost, I’d have to do the six quests and I’d be slave for a week. But in exchange for her freedom, Faighnee would still have to be slave to Mistress Lila and Mistress Yoko for three hours.
As you all have guessed by now, I lost the contest. It started out pretty well. Running went fine and I took an early lead. I knew how desperate Faighnee would be to win and her running in the park, clad in garbage bags probably wouldn’t do any good for her performance either. That’s what I figured. I guess I was overconfident and that cost me. After several laps, I think it was the twelfth or thirteenth lap, I noticed Faighnee gaining on me. And when she overtook me, I started to worry. I couldn’t catch up with her anymore, but that shouldn’t be the problem. After all, I had to be the one who ran the most laps, I didn’t have to be the fastest. If Faighnee ran faster, she’d spend more of her energy and get tired faster. Accept that I had already been running quite fast myself and had kept the lead for almost as many rounds as Faighnee ran last time. And I really was trying to catch up with Faighnee again. Taking the lead in the first place was probably my first mistake. Trying to catch up with Faighnee when she took the lead was my second. If I had run in my own speed, I might have won, despite Faighnee being faster. I also think Faighnee was really hyped with adrenaline and her drive to win this contest drove her to push her limits. After 18 rounds I gave up. I was utterly exhausted. My head was spinning and I didn’t even hear Faighnee’s taunts. I remember her taking of my t-shirt and shorts and putting them on, leaving me in my underwear to go back to their place. But I just didn’ t have the strentgh to struggle or even object. So that was how I was lead to their place, in my underwear, as a loser and their slave.
When we got there, they made me take a shower and when I got out of the shower they got me ready for my photo-shoot. I noticed that my clothes were gone, my running outfit, my underwear and my regular clothes had been taken and hidden. First they shaved myself again. Then they wrote Mistress Yoko’s name on me again, so that it would be clearly legible and then they took some pictures.
Only two of the pictures were deemed good enough.
Mistress Lila had mailed to Faighnee that Maybue and I would have to do a contest licking Faighnee to orgasm. Whoever took longest, needed more practice and had to lick the other two to orgasm again. As if this all wasn’t humiliating enough. Of course I lost and with Faighnee’s taste still in my mouth, I had to lick first Maybue and then Faighnee to orgasm again. It was weird to see the black letters on their vagina move in front of my eyes as I was licking them.
But because we were tired, we didn’t pay attention and they sent one of the pictures without cropping my head out. Of course I didn’t want that picture all over the internet, but in return for erasing that picture, Mistress Lila wanted to have a big full-body picture of me naked, with Mistress Yoko’s name on my breasts and shaven vagina. I had to be bound on the picture and wear a bag over my head. Because of later events Maybue and Faighnee spared me a bit and I didn’t have to be bound and I wouldn’t be wearing a bag over my head, but my face would be blurred (I don’t think blurring is better than a bag over my head, recognition-wise, but it’s definitely more comfortable).
Then they informed me that I would, as per the bet, would have to do all of 6 quests by Mistress Lila and Mistress Yoko. The first of those quests was by Mistress Lila and it involved a dinner party. During the party I would have to have a dildo in at all time, unless I was naked. Six people were to be invited, but for each week by which I prolonged my slavery, one guest would be removed. Although minimal one guest would always come. I also could buy clothes in exchange for weeks of slavery. But I didn’t get to choose which piece of clothing I could buy or which guests would come. In the end I bought 9 pieces of clothing (socks, shoes, t-shirt, bra, shirt, pull-over, jacket, panty-hose and panties), but then Faighnee and Maybue decided that each sock and each shoe only counted as one piece of clothing, so I either had to buy the pany-hose and panties again or be their slave for two more weeks. I decided on the two more weeks. The list of people they invited to the dinner party was too much. People who knew about their kinky sex-life, but who didn’t know of my involvement in it. They were all good friends, but I felt it would be humiliating to be serving for them, so I took the full 5 weeks of slavery on that too. In exchange for Mistress Yoko and Mistress Lila deleting my picture and not me not having to go outside naked with a cucumber in my vagina (but I did have to put the cucumber in my vagina), I promised to do another week. This has brought me up to 18 weeks of slavery already.
A couple of days ago Mistress Yoko ordered us to do another kind of running competition. We’d have to go out in the park, dressed in only underwear and garbage bags and try and undress the others. The person who was wearing least garbage bag at the end of 10 minutes, would be slave for another week. Maybue and I decided that Faighnee definitely needed a lesson, so we threw ourselves at her and easily stripped her. For a moment I even thought of also stripping of her underwear, but I didn’t because I knew they’d make me repay that. Then they turned on me and then Faighnee and I stripped Maybue. Later on it was decided that, since Faighnee was stripped first, she had lost and therefor she would be slave to Mistress Yoko and Mistress Lila for another week. Which means that at this point Mistress Lila has 4 slaves and Mistress Yoko has 5 slaves. And somehow I ended up on the bottom again, with almost everybody being my mistress. I’m slave even to Maybue. After the running, Maybue and Faighnee were all over each other and they informed me that I was no longer needed. I didn’t hear from them until monday evening, when they informed me that the next day they would hold the dinner party.
The dinner party was yesterday and it was as humiliating as I’d thought it would be. They had left the one person of the list that I had dreaded the most. A guy. He was rather timid in bossing me around, but Faighnee and Maybue took great delight in humiliating me in front of him. At a certain point they told me to show him where I kept my “joystick” and I didn’t dare pretend that I didn’t know what they were talking about, so I pulled my pantyhose down and wanted to pull my panties aside to show the guy the dildo in me. They started laughing and told me to stop, before I had completely pulled the pantyhose down. They did order me to show “who owns me”, which meant flashing my boobs. When he asked about it, they made me tell the whole story of how I had lost the bet. When I came to the part where Maybue and Faighnee were marked as well, he started teasing them about that and saying that they should show it as well. They didn’t, but I was really grateful that he focused on them. The rest of the evening passed with push-ups, titty aerobics (but I was allowed to keep all my clothes on) and jumping jacks. At the end of the night, the guy thanked me for a delightful evening and he promised me, he wouldn’t tell anyone about what he’d seen. I hope he keeps his word, but I think he will. He’s a nice enough guy. After he left, Maybue and Faighnee have been teasing me about it for hours, saying how much the guy liked me. I was a bit pissed at them for this, but also a bit turned on. The guy they had invited isn’t really my type, but he’s a good friend and I trust him. If they had intended for us to become a couple, they went about it the wrong way though.
Today Faighnee called me and told me to come over to their place, because it was time I got that story for Mistress Lila’s blog ready. They told me that they’d been quite lenient with me the past few days (I bet that before the dinner party, they had probably bonking each other like bunnies on steroids and that’s why they had been “lenient”, they just didn’t have time for me), but if I didn’t get that story up tonight, things would be nasty.
So here I am again, naked in front of a computer, writing the story of my humiliation.
The toy wishes to humbly beg mistress Lila to not punish her or humiliate her any further. The toy has learned her lesson. Hasn’t the toy made good promises to mistress Lila? The toy will crawl for mistress Lila and the toy will do a performance at Faighnee’s and Maybue’s bachelorette party in only her underwear and she will do what mistress Lila orders her to do as a performance. Please mistress Lila, show some mercy to Cruainn’s plaything.
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Posted by Lila on May 26th, 2007
When I published Little Pookybear’s account of the first days of her enslavement (for those tuning in late, here are links to parts one, two, three, and four), especially the later parts, some of my kinder, more gentle-spirited readers (particularly our dear, sweet Faighnee) expressed alarm at the extreme level of cruelty and humiliation to which Pooky was being subjected… certainly it was more prolonged, intense, constant, and public than the games the members of our little sisterhood usually inflict on one another.
I’ve been meaning to get this entry finished and posted for a while now, but the situation of my sisters across the sea took my attention away from it. Now I’m getting back to it and finishing it, and I hope it helps to clear up everyone’s concerns and give everyone a better understanding of just what the deal is with Pooky and her plight.
I’ve commented a bit in the past about some of the ways that Pooky’s situation is different from the rest of ours, particularly the fact that her group of friends has a long history of playing rough, pulling evil pranks on each other, and competing fiercely with each other to see who can humiliate whom. And Anne, in response to Faighnee’s concerned comment on Part Four of Pooky’s story, summed things up well when she wrote:
Don’t worry… we’re all Pooky’s friends, and we all care about her. In fact, I love her more than ever now that I get to see her so naked and vulnerable all the time! Everyone here feels the same way. We promise not to let her come to any real harm…
Also, keep in mind that this was the story of how we first enslaved her. She was a very tough girl who was used to playing rough, so we really had to push the limit in order to break her will and make sure she wouldn’t forget her place. In everyday life we’re a bit gentler with her, as long as she obeys us properly and pleases us. And we’ve trained her to please us well!
But that’s hardly the whole story. There’s a whole other side of it that you need to know in order to understand how and why Pooky’s dearest, oldest friends, along with Mistress Yoko and I (who also love Pooky) could do all this to her.
Before I even get to that, though, I’d like to confess that, as Pooky’s strict editor and literary taskmistress, I had a very strong influence on the flavor of the story, not just on the writing style but on what was and wasn’t focused on. The whole thing was quite a lesson in the power of editors, and others with influence in the media, to shape the “spin” of a story… like the way that one “fair and balanced” TV news program can present a story in a way that supports a right-wing point of view, while another one presents it to in a way that supports a left-wing point of view, and another one presents it in a way that sensationalizes it, while yet another one downplays it or focuses on some whole different angle of it.
After all the trash-talking leading up to Pooky’s defeat, after all her arrogant boasting and rudeness, and her history of inflicting cruel humiliations on her defeated opponents, she had set herself up for a big fall, so I really wanted to see her story show just how big a fall it was and how severe a price she paid. And even more than that, I wanted a story that would be totally hot and sexy by my standards, a story that (might as well be honest here) I’d enjoy playing with myself while reading. And the stories that I find most hot and sexy tend to involve not just cruelty, humiliation, and domination, but cruelty, humiliation, and domination with a strong emphasis on nonconsensuality, forced surrender, and the heroine’s extreme distress!
So in my editing and my strict literary guidance, I pushed Pooky to emphasize those aspects of the story. Her first drafts didn’t go into much detail, especially about her own feelings and responses… not at all surprising, considering how embarrassed she was at having her dominant, invincible tough-girl act cracked so easily! And when I pressed her for details, I always said things like, “Give us a sense of how humiliating that was for you,” and “Were you scared? If you were, tell us!” and “What were the things they did that got to you the worst?” and “I want to hear about every time they got you to cry.”
Meanwhile, on the other hand, not once did I give Pooky any feedback along the lines of, “Make sure to emphasize that you were among friends, so you weren’t in fear for your life, and you knew they wouldn’t let you come to any serious harm,” or “Make sure to mention any point where someone comforted you or made sure you were okay.” Nope, I definitely steered the story away from those elements, even though I knew from checking in with Anne that those elements were also part of Pooky’s experience, just as much as the cruelty was.
So sorry if my literary guidance favored the dark side of things so much that the final version of the story got you seriously worried about Pooky’s well-being. Let this be a lesson in the power of editors and spin doctors… and remember the lesson well, the next time you watch the news or read a magazine or newspaper!
But even considering all that, what we’ve done to Pooky is still clearly quite extreme! So here’s the background info that I hope will help you understand the situation better…
The main reason I decided to conspire with Anne and the rest of the Magnificent Seven to enslave Pooky is that after lots of time getting to know Pooky, and then lots of comparing of notes with Anne and with other old friends of Pooky’s (and after years of trying to learn and imitate that Sherlock Holmes thing Nicky does where he explains the hidden motivations for people’s weird behavior), I figured out that Pooky was a total submissive in a state of total denial. I think Pooky’s always secretly hungered to be dominated and humiliated by other women, but she’s always been afraid of those feelings, so she’s overcompensated by trying to be the most dominant woman around, and dishing out the humiliation that she secretly dreams of receiving. The more attracted Pooky is to a woman, I think, the more she wants to submit to her, and the more she has to compensate by being competitive with that woman and trying to dominate and humiliate her.
It was Pooky who came up with the original Memorial Day Bet and with the whole idea of involving my blog readers in her games with me (quite against my will, at first). So if it weren’t for Pooky, I would never have ended up becoming Mistress Yoko’s slave. So I owed Pooky big time, and I decided to repay her in kind: by helping her find the joy and satisfaction of learning her proper place as a submissive slave.
Well, I’ve been checking in with Anne a lot about it, and it looks like I was right. All of the Magnificent Seven confirm that Pooky is having a harder and harder time concealing how aroused she is by her slavery and humiliation. She tries desperately to deny it and hide it, but of course, it’s not really possible for her to hide her arousal when she spends so much time naked in front of them and they can examine her as intimately as they like.
Which brings us to Amy, whom you no doubt remember from Pooky’s story of her enslavement. Despite being good friends with most of Pooky’s best friends, Amy has been Pooky’s greatest foe and rival for over 10 years, since all the way back when they were in high school. According to Anne, this is mostly because Pooky was just mean and ultra-competitive toward Amy right from the moment they met, and just out to humiliate her constantly. And of course, as mentioned in Pooky’s story, Amy eventually became the victim of one of the worst public humiliations Pooky has ever dished out. If my theory is correct, this probably means that Pooky has had a secret submissive crush on Amy all this time. (Pooky also apparently has a thing for blondes… i.e., she especially loves to humiliate blondes, which probably means they’re the ones she’s most attracted to… and Amy is apparently quite blonde.) All this certainly seems to be supported by Pooky’s orgasm at Amy’s hands (literally) in the party scene in her story (that was the part that she had the most resistance to writing about). And now Anne tells me that Pooky is always obviously in a state of desperate arousal whenever she’s being forced to serve (or service) Amy, and that in fact it’s become a great source of amusement to the Magnificent Seven that they can make Pooky’s nipples stiffen just by talking to her about Amy.
Anne and I, and the rest of Pooky’s friends, were pretty darn sure of our “Pooky Is a Repressed Submissive” theory before we set our plan in motion to capture and enslave Pooky. And it looks like we were right. If at any point we’d had reason to doubt it, if Pooky were showing signs around the house of depression or trauma instead of embarrassed sexual arousal, we would have called the game to a halt.
When Mistress Yoko set about enslaving, conquering, and taming me, she knew that I secretly craved it. I know for a fact that every step of the way, every time she pushed things to a new level, she checked in with other people who knew me (including Pooky), to make sure that she wasn’t going to far and that she was giving me something that I secretly needed despite my denial. The same care has been shown with Pooky, maybe to an even greater degree, with Pooky’s oldest, closest friends observing her constantly and checking in with each other, and Mistress Yoko and I checking in with them. And all of us, including those who have lived with Pooky for a long time, are quite certain now that despite her increasingly embarrassed and unconvincing denial, we are exposing and fulfilling her lifelong secret desires, just as she helped Mistress Yoko do for me.
I hope that clears things up, and that it now makes more sense to everyone how the people who love and care about Pooky could want to do what we’ve been doing to her.
Anyway, now that we’ve had two months to prove to ourselves and to a highly resistant Pooky that our theories about Pooky’s secret submissiveness are correct, it’s time to attend to the question of what sort of mercy, if any, Pooky should be granted… a matter that is in the hands of Mistress Yoko. So this Monday, Memorial Day, while I’m suffering whatever torments my friends have decided to inflict on me (I hope you all chose to show me some mercy!), Pooky’s friends will be subjecting her to Maybue’s winning entry from the Fun with Maybue or Little Pookybear Contest from back in March. And when they’re done (and it’s quite an extensive punishment our dear wicked Maybue came up with), they’ll be reading Pooky a message from Mistress Yoko, informing her of her fate.
You can read all about it right here, sometime next week!
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Posted by Mistress Yoko on May 25th, 2007
Yoko in da house! I’m not going anywhere yet!
Just a friendly reminder to you readers out there in Blogland that today’s the deadline for your suggestions for Lila on our Memorial Day Anniversary Party! I’ve gotten some really great ideas from several of you so far– thanks very much to you who already have sent things in! If any of you who haven’t yet contributed would like to give Lila a gift, send me your suggestions and messages to me at balladofyoko at gmail dot com. Don’t be shy! The deadline is today at noon, PDT (Pacific Daylight Time).
Thanks!
Yoko
p.s. Don’t you dare erase this message, Kittycat, or you’ll get punished!
Update! The deadline has been extended to 9 PM PDT! (or 12 midnight EDT, where I am)
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Posted by Cerdhenn on May 25th, 2007
Hey all,
I’m Cerdhenn and this is something big. This is my first post on Lila’s blog. And of course I want to make it something good.
So I’ll start with a short update about what’s happening to us.
As Lila has already told you, I’ve only recently started dating Faighnee’s brother (let’s call him Cruainn, because that’s sounds good). All that has happened to Maybue and Faighnee really got us much closer. Because I didn’t want everything that happened between his sister, his future sister-in-law and me to be a secret and also because Faighnee is one of my best friends, I needed to ask her for permission to date her brother and permission to tell him that I played games with his sister and future sister-in-law which involved sexual activities. Faighnee of course felt embarassed about this, but she gave me permission. But because she wanted me to feel embarassed as well, she decided that I should tell Cruainn about how I lost a bet and I’m to be the slave girl to the others for 14 weeks! (you’ll read more about that later) And he also got to decide whether this slavery should end or not. Since he’s Faighnee’s brother, he of course decided that I should serve out my slavery. Can anyone explain to me why I love this bastard so much? Don’t bother, I know why. Because he’s a combination of Heath Ledger, Sean Connery, Johnny Depp and Neil Gaiman. And because this more than magical person actually noticed me and loves me back.
But you probably don’t want any of my romantic dreaming here. I guess it’s bad enough that this post won’t contain much explicit. Speaking of which, Cruainn did say that during my 14 weeks of slavery, he doesn’t want me to do anything explicit with Faighnee and Maybue anymore, because in his words “that’s my sister and her fiancee!” I think I couldn’t agree more.
Maybue and Faighnee are doing much better at the moment. Maybue’s up and about and she could go home already, but she’s chosen to stay with her princess. Faighnee’s still a bit weak and she complains that she has trouble breathing and that she hurts almost everywhere. And she’s rather silent and doesn’t say much, which for her definitely isn’t natural.
But both of them are clearly well enough to start teasing me again and taking advantage of my slavery. They’ve decided that Yoko and Lila get to decide whether Cruainn gets to see some naked pictures of me and even see me naked, with his name on my breasts and shaven vagina. Of course Yoko and Lila decided that Cruainn should both see the pictures of me and see me naked with his name on my breasts and vagina. And they even decided that I should clean Faighnee’s and Maybue’s appartment. And Cruainn gets to decide whether I should do it naked or in my underwear and whether he wants to watch or not. Nice start of a relationship, isn’t it? Then Lila decided that the rest of my slavery should be given to Cruainn and if he feels uncomfortable about it, he even can decide to start it later on. And they’ve also decided that I should be the entertainment at Faighnee’s and Lila’s bachelorette party, but I’m not to do anything explicit.
So for anyone who’s worried about Maybue and Faighnee, I can assure you that they’re most definitely on the mend. Faighnee will start kinesitherapy to get her back on her feet somewhere near the end of next week. She says she’s looking forward to it and dreading it.
And now I’m back to my Cruainn to tell him the good news (good news for him that is) and for some much needed cuddles.
Cerdhenn
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