Posted by Mistress Yoko on June 24th, 2007
This is a big part of why I’m so incorrigible about supporting you in your dominance of Lila: I think that this unique friendship the two of you have, the fact that she’s found in you a friend who’s willing to meet her need to be sexually dominated, tortured, and humiliated, without demanding the face-to-face intimacy, the romantic “relationship” angle, or any of the other stuff that scares her away because of her anxiety disorders… I think that this friendship is the main reason that she’s still maintaining her site. She keeps on keeping the journal because it’s the interface for your dominance of her. And her keeping the journal is a good thing…. It’s an especially good thing on those rare occasions when she takes the risk of showing another side of herself…. I love seeing those glimpses of her hidden depths…. I think it’s a really healthy sign when she opens up and shares something serious like that.
~Nicky, email to me, March 2005
It’s been a unique friendship, indeed. One of the most interesting things I’ve learned in my relationship to Lila is that with her, the Golden Rule doesn’t apply, at least not in the sexual sense. “Do unto others as you would have them do unto you”– well, things like wearing a dog collar and using a litter box haven’t been regular items in my real-life sexual repertoire. Unlike Lila, I actually don’t get off on humiliation– either on the giving or the receiving side. In reality, sometimes it was difficult for me to think of satisfactory things to do to Lila, especially when I first became her mistress, and if it weren’t for the devilishly clever ideas from Nicky, Valkyrie, and Neige, I would’ve have fallen short. Being a mistress takes a lot of work, a lot of time getting to know your slave, know what she wants, and how to give it to her in a way she craves.
That’s really what our relationship is all about. That’s really what any relationship is about– knowing your partner and making her happy in whatever way you are able. What makes our time together rather singular is that it served to open Lila up and begin to free her from old fears. I’m amazed that it happened, quite frankly– amazed that I had it in me to be a top, and amazed that it had such a profound effect on her. And all this, without ever having met her face-to-face or actually touching her body.
Now that Lila has taken the leap and gone into the next stage of her life’s path by starting out to the Zen monastery, I feel as if my time here is done. So, this post is to announce my retirement as a mistress– I’m finished with the mistress/slave games, sisters. I intend to devote a little more time and care to my husband, who, although he has been understanding about my relationship with Lila from the beginning, I think he would be more comfortable if our own relationship were a little less complicated.
Thanks, friends and readers, for three years of fun and hijinks– I’ve never had such a whirlwind of an experience! I’ll check in from time to time and comment on the goings-on of Mistresses Maybue and Faighnee, and of Cerdhenn and Cruainn. I wish you all the very best.
the former Mistress Yoko
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Posted by Lila on June 24th, 2007
I loved you in the morning, our kisses deep and warm
Your hair upon the pillow like a sleepy golden storm
Yes, many loved before us, I know that we are not new
In city and in forest they smiled like me and you
But now it’s come to distances and both of us must try
Your eyes are soft with sorrow
Hey, that’s no way to say goodbye.
I’m not looking for another as I wander in my time
Walk me to the corner, our steps will always rhyme
You know my love goes with you as your love stays with me
It’s just the way it changes, like the shoreline and the sea
But let’s not talk of love or chains and things we can’t untie
Your eyes are soft with sorrow
Hey, that’s no way to say goodbye.
- Leonard Cohen, “Hey, That’s No Way to Say Goodbye”
• • •
It’s Sunday morning, a beautiful California Summer morning, and I’ve just come home to this now-nearly-empty apartment for the last time, after saying goodbye to the lake.
Lake Merritt is a manmade tidal lagoon with a perimeter of approximately three and a half miles, located in the middle of the city of Oakland, California. In nearly four years of blogging, I’ve barely referred to the lake at all, and never by name. And yet, in its own quiet way, the lake has been a central piece of this chapter of my life; a geographical center, a physical hub around which my days have revolved.
The Downtown Oakland business district, where I worked until this Spring, and where I’ve spent so many hours working out at my expensive yuppie health club, is located just a couple of blocks west of the lake’s western shore. My apartment building is located a couple of blocks east of the lake’s eastern shore, directly across from downtown.
All of my apartment’s windows look out over the lake, a spectacular view worth every penny of the ridiculously high rent. On hundreds of nights, I have eaten dinner looking out at the lake, and then sat and continued to look long after dinner was over; in the rainy seasons that pass for winters here, I have spent entire Sundays listening to music while staring down at the rain hitting the lake’s surface.
On the northern shore is a bird sanctuary; the lake has ducks, geese, herons, gulls, pelicans.
I calculate that over the course of the past several years, I have walked around the lake over 2,000 times.
One major reason for my careful guarding of my anonymity during my four years of blogging has been that a blog like this can be a magnet for stalkers. Nearly every reader who has posted comments or sent me emails over these four years has been a total sweetheart, like the guys who’ve posted comments recently to bid me farewell. But every now and then, out of the blue, I’ll receive a creepy email that sets off the alarm bells and makes me really glad that I’ve taken so many precautions to make myself hard to trace.
In light of this, it never seemed like a good idea to me to mention in this blog that I could be found walking along the trail around a particular lake, several times a week, often at night. Such an announcement could have endangered not only me, but any number of other small, dark-haired women who might have been mistaken for me by a deranged stalker simply because they were walking along the lake on the wrong evening.
So I never wrote much about the lake. But as soon as I’ve posted this entry, I’ll be wiping the hard drive of this computer, getting in a taxi, and heading for the train station (with a brief stop to drop the computer off at the nonprofit I’m donating it to). So my walk around the lake this morning was my last walk around the lake for a very, very long time, maybe forever, so now at last I’m free to tell you about it… so someday, if you find yourself in this part of the world (especially you, my beloved Mistress Yoko, or you, my dear sisters across the sea), you can take a walk around the lake yourself, and think of me and all the times I took that same walk.
Have you brought me here before?
For this final walk around the lake, I walked alone. But the time before that, Nicky walked with me, as he has from time to time over the past six years.
We talked of many things. We talked about karma, and cycles of reincarnation. Nicky talked about how there are pairs and groups of souls that connect with each other again and again across many lifetimes, and how souls hang out in that non-place outside of linear spacetime, like performers hanging out backstage, and make arrangements with each other about what sort of dances they’ll play out with one another in this or that lifetime, in order to help each other on their journeys. He talked about the patterns of the dance of souls, about circles and symmetries.
Have you brought me here before?
I watched his eccentrically graceful, weaving walk, the tilting of his head, his hands drifting in the air, the odd motions of his fingers. When he’s walking or thinking or talking, Nicky moves a bit like Captain Jack Sparrow; it’s sexy as heck once you get used to it.
I’m used to him with a shaved head, but now he’s growing his hair out into a tangled mane. I asked about it, and as I did, I remembered that in a few days, at the monastery, my own head would be shaved.
Circles and symmetries.
Nicky told me that he’s growing his hair out for his next indie film role, in a film called The Invisible Forest that will be shot later this Summer. He’s playing a silent, feral version of Oberon, the Faerie King.
I told him that he’s always seemed to me like some kind of Faerie King, like a visitor from someplace more fantastic than the world most of us live in. An autistic savant martial arts master and shamanic healer isn’t someone you expect to meet, to know, to walk around the lake with… a character like that is a character you expect to find in a movie, or in a comic book by Neil Gaiman or Alan Moore. Larger than life. A creature of the Dreamlands.
Suddenly, he wasn’t walking beside me anymore. He was standing directly in front of me, looking down at me, his strong hands resting on my shoulders. He was looking right at me, right into my eyes, which Nicky almost never does, and I felt rooted to the spot by the sheer power of his attention. I really did feel like I was in the presence of a Faerie King.
“And what about you?” he said. “A guttergaunt street urchin turned corporate manager turned sex slave turned Buddhist nun? Are you not a fantastic and exotic character? How many people have followed your exploits even more avidly than people follow the exploits of their favorite comic book characters and movie heroines? How many imaginations have you set ablaze, how many people’s fantasies have you sparked and starred in, how many hearts have you touched? How many lives have you affected, how many people’s realities are richer because of how you touched them, or because of how you broadened their sense of what choices are possible? You’ve changed the lives of people you’ve never met in person, and you’ll live forever in their hearts, their memories, and their fantasies. If I’m larger than life, then so are you. You’re one of us, one of those who has somehow crossed the threshold and begun to live their dreams, which gives you the power to awaken others to living their own dreams. You, too, are a creature of the Dreamlands, and it’s time you woke up and discovered it.”
I realized I was crying. “Thank you,” I whispered.
He kissed me on the forehead. We walked on in silence.
We came to a place where we stopped and watched the lake and the birds and the sky.
Have you brought me here before?
“This is where we part for now,” he said.
“Thank you,” I said once more.
He kissed me on the forehead again.
A few paces away, he stopped and turned.
“See you, space cowgirl,” he said.
I stood and looked out across the lake for a long time, and then I walked on, further into the dream.
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Posted by Lila on June 23rd, 2007
Loose End #1: Mistress Yoko’s Tale
Over a year ago, I posted a short memoir by Mistress Yoko called “Tales of an Accidental Mistress, Part One,” in which she told her side of the story of how she first began dominating me. Last month, she finally sent me Parts Two and Three, covering her side of the story of the bet which led to my long-term enslavement, and her emotional struggles around forcing me to quit smoking. I’ve got Parts Two and Three posted now; you can find all three parts in the Stories section.
Loose End #2: Last Bits of Evil Fun
I set my dear sweet little Neige free and sent her on her way, sore, shaved, sans underwear, well-marked, and well-used.
And so, as much to my surprise as anyone, this chapter of my life, in which I spent so much time as a dominated little slave girl, concludes with me in the dominant role, and with Neige and Valkyrie/Pooky, the ones who actually performed the physical acts of domination and torment upon me, both punished and put in their proper places. Only Mistress Yoko retains her superior role, the one member of our sisterhood who’s had a chance to dominate all the rest of us at one time or another and has never had to suffer any payback.
I found a fun game to play with Neige before I let her go: I fucked her little bald pussy with a strap-on, then I made her get on her knees, put binder clips on her nipples, and made her suck her own juices off the strap-on; in order to get the clips taken off, she had to amuse me by sucking with lots of energy and passion. Then, since the strap-on was well-lubricated with her saliva, I fucked her pussy again, harder. Then put the clips back on her and made her suck the strap-on again. I repeated the cycle a few times; it got more and more fun as her nipples got more sore and as she got more well-lubricated and more desperate to come.
Hee! I’m glad I came up with that game after it was too late for anyone to do it to me! I won’t get to use it again, but I’m sure my sisters across the sea will get some use out of it! I wonder who’ll end up on the receiving end…?
(Note to Cruainn: I’ll bet this game is even more fun with a real cock than it is with a strap-on, so remember it if you ever get out of your enslavement to Cerdhenn and become her master again!)
(You’re welcome, Cerdhenn… hee hee!)
Loose End #3: What’s in a Name?
In a recent comment, a reader asked the meaning of the name “Guttergaunt.” “Guttergaunt,” or “gutter-gaunt” is an adjective used in the T. Rex song “Ballrooms of Mars” (the line goes, “You diamond-browed hag, you’re a gutter-gaunt gangster”).
My first encounter with the word was about six and a half years ago, when I answered an online personals ad entitled “Pawn of None Seeks Gutter-Gaunt Gangster” (the phrase “Pawn of None” is from another T. Rex song, “Dandy in the Underworld”… but I hadn’t yet been introduced to the glory that is T. Rex, so both terms were new and strange to me).
I was already at the point in my life where I was only having sex with women; I was just reading the “Men Seeking Women” ads because there were no good “Women Seeking Women” ads that day and I was bored. The title intrigued me, especially the term “gutter-gaunt,” which made me think of my days living on the streets, and the gaunt look I picked up during those times (before my days on the streets, I was actually kind of chubby, but I never put the weight back on afterward, though these days I’m slim and fit instead of scrawny and gutter-gaunt).
So I read the ad, and even though I hadn’t been looking to meet a man, I decided I wanted to meet this one, at least online. And a little writing back and forth with him online convinced me that I wanted to meet him in person. And that was how I met Nicky, who became one of the closest and most important friends in my life, and who, in addition to introducing me to T. Rex and to a lot of other good music and books, introduced me to blogging, to Mistress Yoko, and to zen… which means that it was his influence that led to my creating this blog in the first place, and his influence that led me to find the path that is now leading me away toward the next stage of my journey.
I told Nicky, on our first date, that it was the term “gutter-gaunt” in his ad title that had first caught my notice, and about my own period of being “gutter-gaunt” and how well the term described it (I wasn’t in the habit of opening up to people about my life, on first dates or ever, but Nicky has always been… different). He told me that he had always referred to the young street people around the Bay Area as “guttergaunts,” turning the adjective into a noun. After the first time we slept together, he began affectionately addressing me as “Little Guttergaunt” in his emails. And that’s where the name comes from.
Loose End #4: Exit Interview
About a month ago, Mistress Yoko sent me five questions to answer in this blog, as part of one of those blogging memes. It’s about time I got around to answering them…
1. What books did you consider to be your favorites as a kid?
I’ve always read a lot, and I liked different books at different stages of my childhood, but the first thing that came to mind when I read this question was my love of mystery novels, starting with an obsession with the Nancy Drew series when I was about 10 years old, and then moving on to the works of Agatha Christie by junior high school.
It’s interesting to note that some of the best novels of my current favorite author, Iain Banks, are mystery stories of a sort (Complicity, Whit, The Business, The Crow Road). And also that pretty much every Nancy Drew novel includes a scene where some attractive young person gets tied up.
2. What kind of music do you enjoy listening to these days?
I worship Joan Jett. She’s the Queen of Rock n’ Roll, and I’m a Classic Rock n’ Roll girl all the way. She’s been my favorite musical artist, and a constant object of my sexual fantasies, for a quarter of a century, since I first heard “I Love Rock n’ Roll” in early 1982. She was the first person I ever masturbated while thinking about (while listening to her cover of “Crimson and Clover”). I still have a Joan Jett poster on the wall near my bed. And I still think I have a chance with her if I ever meet her… she’s bi, kinky, and only about 10 years older than me. And we both spent our childhoods in the suburbs around Philly, so we’d have something to talk about to break the ice…
I was a rocker girl in high school, all decked out in faded denim and lots of eye makeup. Besides Joan Jett, I listened to artists like Led Zeppelin, Pink Floyd, The Beatles, Pat Benatar, Ozzy Osbourne, more Led Zeppelin, David Bowie, Lita Ford, Blue Öyster Cult, The Who, and still more Led Zeppelin. I still do, though my tastes have now become much broader and more eclectic.
Nicky and I have had a musical cross-pollination thing going since we met. He introduced me to T. Rex, now one of my favorite bands. I got him sharing my adoration for Joan Jett. I got him listening to the Cowboy Junkies. He got me listening to Tom Waits and the Dresden Dolls.
Of course, my music-listening habits are about to change drastically when I go into the monastery. All my CDs are already in storage. My favorite stuff is on an iPod that will be my constant companion until I arrive at the monastery… after that, I won’t be using it, and I’ll mostly be listening to chanting, gongs, my own breathing, the wind in the trees, and silence…
3. What kinds of foods do you enjoy eating?
Korean, Southeast Asian, Japanese, Mediterranean, Italian. I like my food on the spicy side. I have a passionate lust for dark chocolate. I was a major coffee addict until my first stay in the monastery; I took that opportunity to kick the coffee habit, and now I’m a big fan of green tea.
4. How was the transition from living on the East Coast to living on the West Coast when you first moved?
Not good. I’d had these mounting feelings of anxiety, depression, desperation, impending catastrophe… I was trying to run away from them, not really quite understanding that they were inside me and that I couldn’t escape from myself. When I got out here, I crashed and burned pretty quickly, because the feelings kept growing, but now I was in a strange place, with no friends and none of the familiar things and places that I hadn’t realized I relied on to provide me with some sense of shelter. I couldn’t afford to get myself back home, and my anxiety and depression clouded my thinking so much that I convinced myself it would be impossible to get help from my friends or family. It took a long time for me to pull myself together enough to start building a life for myself; I felt like I had to rebuild myself from scratch. But once I got a foothold, I kept working at it: moving up to better and better jobs, going to night school, getting into therapy… it took me about a decade to work my way up from being a street person to being promoted to my first corporate management position.
5. Do you think being in the monastery will lessen your social anxieties, or provide an escape from them?
Both… the latter first, then the former. It allows me an escape, but it also allows me to live and work with other people in an environment that feels safe to me, and to focus on self-mastery and on transcendance of my anxieties and the obsessive thought patterns behind them. So I think that all my anxieties will disappear in time, as a result of the spiritual work I’ll be doing in the monastery.
Loose End #5: Gratitude
Thank you.
Thank you, all of you who have followed this blog, posted comments, written to me, expressed support, shared my writing with a friend, posted a link to this site, joined me in any way in this chapter of my journey. Thank you. I was more naked and open here in this blog than I ever thought I could be, and you were there for me, and I could feel your support. I couldn’t have hoped for a better group of readers. You made a difference to me.
Thank you, Nicky, for inspiring me to create this site, for teaching me the technical skills I needed to do it, for teaching me to tap into and trust my own aesthetic sense and writing ability, for the title, for doing all the graphics for me, for arranging the web hosting, for the years of free technical assistance, for helping to safeguard my anonymity, for helping me to heal and to find my path, for your discretion, for your kindness, for your wisdom, for your friendship, and for opening my eyes to the magic.
Thank you, Little Pookybear, aka Valkyrie, for your friendship. Thank you for forcing me to keep blogging and to expose more of myself on this site and to involve my readers in our games, and for bringing Neige back into my life and supporting Mistress Yoko in her dominance of me. If it wasn’t for you, I doubt my enslavement by Mistress Yoko would ever have come about, or gone as far as it did. So thank you, and I’m glad I could return the favor and arrange for you, too, to end up owned by a nice, cruel, loving mistress, and to learn your proper place as a naked little submissive slave girl. It was fun finally defeating you and making you admit that I’m the better woman… think of me often, during the many humiliations of your long enslavement!
Thank you, Neige, for your friendship, for your company, for being the person I’ve actually had the most physical sexual contact with in my life now, for making Mistress Yoko’s long-term enslavement of me possible by acting as her proxy and her “hands,” for being so wonderfully skilled and cruel about it, and for being a fiendish mistress in your own right. You’re a beautiful girl with a wonderful touch, and I always enjoyed our conversations. And I’m glad I finally got you in the end… so to speak! It was loads of fun to finally turn the tables on you and put you back in your proper place, and I really enjoyed having you as my naked captive for four days and deflowering your adorable little anus! Those little high-pitched sounds you make are so cute! Thank you for lots of good, fun, sexy times. I’ll never forget you.
Thank you, Faighnee, Maybue, and Cerdhenn, for being my friends, for inviting me into your lives and accepting me as your sister, and for all the fun, sexy games. I love all three of you so much. I don’t have words for what you’ve come to mean to me.
Faighnee, thank you for opening up to me, and for being one of the sweetest souls I have ever met.
Maybue, you’re my hero. Thank you for saving Faighnee’s life. I don’t think, in the emails exchanged among our sisterhood, that any of us have come out and said it, but we all understand that when you and Faighnee were attacked, and you went back for her, you saved her life, at the risk of your own. It’s the bravest, most heroic and romantic thing anyone I know has ever done, and I’ll always admire you for it. Never doubt that you deserve a lifetime of love and happiness with her.
Cerdhenn, thank you for being such a good friend to Faighnee and Maybue, and for being my sister. I’ve loved getting to know you and I wish I had time to get to know you even better. You’re a delightful slave and a magnificently fun, creative, and fiendish mistress. Take good care of Cruainn.
All three of you, Faighnee, Maybue, and Cerdhenn, my beloved sisters, thank you, thank you, thank you for carrying on this blog. In the years to come, whenever I do get a chance to go online, I hope to find many entries here, with tales of sexy fun, and also of marriage and children and other adventures. And email me photos! Wedding photos, embarrassing photos of whoever lost the latest bet, any photos at all. I’ll always be your sister.
And finally, thank you, Mistress Yoko. You saved my life. You saved me from dying an early and painful death from lung cancer or smoking-related heart disease, and from dying lonely, depressed, and unfulfilled. You were the mistress of my dreams and the best friend I’d always wanted. Thank you for being strong and cruel and understanding and kind enough to drag me kicking and screaming into happiness. I’ll always be your kittycat, and I’ll always love you.
Thank you.
Deep in my heart, there’s a house
that can hold just about all of you
- T. Rex, “Spaceball Ricochet”
My next entry will be posted tomorrow morning, and it will be my last one before I leave. I’ll be going offline immediately after I post it, and I won’t be online again for a very, very long time after that. Any comments you post after my next entry appears, or any email you send me, I won’t be seeing for many months. So if you’ve got any last words for me before I go to start my new life as a Zen Buddhist nun, the time is right now.
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Posted by Maybue on June 21st, 2007
I’m now officially mrs Andheinn-Moethune (we decided to keep both our last names and no, these are not our real last names).
I don’t have that much time to tell you all about it. We still have the ceremonies to attend to. What we did now was just the legal wedding at the city hall. It was od course really boring with a lot of official stuff and the woman performing the wedding trying to make some joke (and horribly failing), but that didn’t matter. What matters is that at this point Faighnee and I are legally wife and wife! Yesterday I felt a bit scared about the whole ceremonial thing. We’re doing a pagan ceremony and that’s all a bit weird to me. I have turned my back on my catholic upbringing, but that doesn’t mean that it isn’t there anymore. But today I just can’t wait to be joined in marriage and have our union be ritually acknowledged before the divine/the all/whatever you want to call it.
All this time with Faighnee has seemed as if it was a very happy dream. And somehow I was always afraid that I’d wake up. That it would end. Only now I begin to realise that this isn’t a dream, but it’s really happening. This really is my life and I’m so happy about it. When we were in the hospital I was so scared of losing Faighnee and now I know that she’ll always be with me, no matter what happens.
We’ll try to keep you updated on the rest of the day.
Update:
Ok, so now we’re also ceremoniously married. Legally the first marriage has more worth, but emotionally the ceromony means so much more. My hand hurts for starters. The ceremony involved a little cut in our palm and then we had to let some blood pool in our hand (I had to squeeze a bit to get enough blood, because I didn’t want to cut again over the small cut) and then we sealed our bond by mixing the blood.
My favourite part of the ceremony was the kiss though (although I’m also very fond of my ring). I think we took a bit longer with the kiss than we were supposed to (okay, a lot longer).
Anyway I need to get back to shaking people’s hands (ouch – somehow they didn’t really think that part of the ceremony through, better had cut the left hands, but I guess it’s something symbolic) and saying a lot of “thank you” and “glad you could come”. I’m so happy with the weather. We can actually stay outside which is really nice. There was a bit of rain in the afternoon, but just a few drops.
I really need to go now.
Love to you all,
Maybue Andheinn-Moethune
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Posted by Lila on June 20th, 2007
As the time of my departure has drawn near, Mistress Yoko and I have both found ways to create fitting closure in certain relationships. Mistress Yoko has created the closure to my official enslavement to her, as recounted in yesterday’s entry. And I’m having loads of fun right now achieving a satisfying closure with Neige, which will be complete this Thursday when I give her a last fucking, untie her, and send her on her way… spanked, shaved, sans underwear, and well-marked with my name in permanent marker.
But what about our dear Little Pookybear? When I last wrote about her, in my entry of May 26th, I said:
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.
Well, you all know what happened to me on Memorial Day… so now it’s finally time for the story of what happened to Little Pookybear that day, and to what sort of closure Mistress Yoko brought her ownership of Pooky, and to what fate Mistress Yoko and Anne and I sentenced Pooky afterward…
Here, in Maybue’s own words, is the fiendishly creative epic punishment that Maybue devised for Pooky, by which Maybue won the contest. As you’ll see, it’s not only a punishment of epic proportions, but of mythic proportions! All of this was carried out by the Magnificent Seven (rechristened the Evil Eight, because Pooky’s old nemesis Amy joined them for the occasion) upon Pooky’s naked and helpless person, exactly as Maybue instructed (except for two minor changes, which I’ve noted below at the points where they happened)…
This punishment is meant for the Magificent Seven to use on Little Pookybear… it’s based on Inanna’s descent into the Netherworld from Sumerian mythology.
When Inanna entered the first gate,
The shugurra, the crown of the steppe,
Was removed from her head.
Inanna asked, “What is this?”
She was told, “Quiet, Inanna,
The ways of the Netherworld are perfect.
They may not be questioned.”
Now I guess the Magnificent Seven might like to do something to Pooky’s hair. I suggest pigtails. Pigtails are just perfect for little brats like our Pooky.
When she entered the second gate,
From her neck the small lapis beads were removed.
Inanna asked, “What is this?”
She was told, “Quiet, Inanna,
The ways of the Netherworld are perfect.
They may not be questioned.”
This was quite a difficult one. But I came up with a necklace of seven hickeys, given by the Magnificent Seven.
When she entered the third gate,
From her breast
The double strand of beads was removed.
Inanna asked, “What is this?”
She was told, “Quiet, Inanna,
The ways of the Netherworld are perfect.
They may not be questioned.”
Ah? Blue beads? I think a little punishment of Pooky’s breasts is in order. I suggest nipple clamps or clothespins and some titty aerobics. And of course some spanking of the breasts.
When she entered the fourth gate,
From her chest the breast plate
Called ‘Let him come, let him come!’ was removed.
Inanna asked, “What is this?”
She was told, “Quiet, Inanna,
The ways of the Netherworld are perfect.
They may not be questioned.”
Let him come, let him come. That’s exactly what Pooky is going to do, but not “him”. She’s going to let them come, using her breasts. After the nipple clamps, the titty aerobics and the spanking of course.
(Anne reports that this was one of the two points in the punishment where the Evil Eight deviated a little from the instructions. None of them had ever tried riding another girl’s breasts to orgasm before, and not all of them were sure they could reach orgasm that way, and most of them were pretty darn sure they couldn’t reach orgasm that way with their friends watching… so instead, they left Pooky tied to her bed after her nice long session of breast-torture, and while the rest of them had a little lunch, Amy spent some time alone with Pooky, and she was able to ride Pooky’s tender breasts to a couple of orgasms.)
(Also, let it be noted that in addition to the nipple clips, titty aerobics, and breast-spanking, the torture of Pooky’s breasts included 15 minutes of nipple-tickling with an electric toothbrush, as was done to me at her request on that same day.)
When she entered the fifth gate,
From her wrists the gold bracelets were removed.
Inanna asked, “What is this?”
She was told, “Quiet, Inanna,
The ways of the Netherworld are perfect.
They may not be questioned.”
Again we won’t remove the bracelets, but give her some. Little Pooky will have to be bound for the duration of the punishment.
When she entered the sixth gate,
From her hand
The lapis measuring rod and line were removed.
Inanna asked, “What is this?”
She was told, “Quiet, Inanna,
The ways of the Netherworld are perfect.
They may not be questioned.”
Ah, the rod and line. Let our little Pooky experience the cane.
When she entered the seventh gate,
From her body the royal robe was removed.
Inanna asked, “What is this?”
She was told, “Quiet, Inanna,
The ways of the Netherworld are perfect.
They may not be questioned.”
Naked and bowed low,
Inanna entered the throne room.
Of course during the time of her punishment Little Pooky cannot wear clothes. But not only that. Her shaven vagina and her breasts will be marked with a marker as the property of mistress Yoko, for as long as mistress Yoko sees fit.
(This was the second point where they had to deviate from Maybue’s instructions, because Pooky’s breasts and butt were already marked that way… and because, as you will see, her time as Mistress Yoko’s property was actually nearing an end anyway. So instead of writing “Property of Mistress Yoko” on Pooky’s body at this point, they scrubbed it off her body, leaving her skin nice and raw and tender in preparation for the final stage of the punishment…)
Ereshkigal rose from her throne
As Inanna approached.
When Inanna tried to seize the throne,
The Annunaki, judges of the Netherworld,
Entered and surrounded her,
They passed judgment against her.
The Anunnaki fastened on Inanna
The eye of death.
They spoke against her the word of wrath.
They uttered against her the cry of guilt.
They struck her.
Inanna was turned into a corpse,
A piece of rotting meat,
Hung from a hook on the wall.
And finally Pooky will be tied with her hands hung to a hook above her (in the ceiling or wall) so that the tips of her feet just reach the floor and the great spanking will begin. Until the Magnificent Seven say it is enough.
Since this final phase of the Inanna myth also involved judgment being passed upon Inanna, the conclusion of this epic punishment was the perfect time for Pooky to learn what judgment Mistress Yoko had passed upon her. So, after a great deal of spanking (with plenty of tickling, nipple-pinching, and other fun thrown in), a sobbing and exhausted Pooky was finally untied from the hook, and her hands were cuffed behind her, and she was made to kneel on the floor in front of her friends. Anne then read her this letter from Mistress Yoko. Note that, on Mistress Yoko’s instructions, Anne gave a good long pause between the first and second paragraphs, to enhance the fun surprise…
Dear Little Pookybear,
After much consideration, and after hearing of your continued good behavior from the Magnificent Seven, I’ve decided to release you from being my slave. I hope that you will remember your promise to me to keep yourself shaved and be subject to inspection at any time by the Seven. However, I will relinquish any hold on you, and you no longer need to call me Mistress.
To make sure you continue to be taken care of, I’ve arranged to give you to your new mistress, who will live with you in the same room. I hope you will serve her as well as you’ve served me, for if you do, she will treat you well in return. Amy seems like a nice girl, despite all the mean things you’ve done to her in the past.
Enjoy, Pooky!
Love,
Mistress Yoko
Yep… we gave her to Amy. If you’ve read my entry of May 26th, you’ll understand why we decided it was the perfect fate for her.
Amy had been looking for a new place to live, and although Pooky had always been mean to her before Pooky’s enslavement, she’s long been good friends with all of Pooky’s housemates. So they were all delighted to have her move in and take over Pooky’s room… with Pooky still in it! It’s Amy’s room now, but Pooky still lives there, as Amy’s full-time slave girl, waiting on Amy hand and foot every day, remaining naked whenever she’s in the room, continuing to serve her other housemates and do the household chores on Amy’s orders, sleeping either on the floor by her former bed or in the bed with Amy (depending on Amy’s whim), pleasing and entertaining Amy and her friends in any way Amy orders, and subject to swift and painful punishment by all of her housemates if she shows any defiance or disobedience.
When checked in with Anne and Amy a little while ago about how the whole arrangement was working out, Anne forwarded me this email that she’d recently sent to Mistress Yoko in response to Mistress Yoko asking the same question:
It’s working out great! We made the right call, all right. Not that Pooky would ever admit it – but she can’t fool her oldest friends! When we’re hanging out around the house, Amy makes Pooky kneel by her feet, and a couple of times when she’s been in that position, when Amy’s attention is somewhere else and Pooky thinks no one else is watching either, I’ve caught Pooky sneaking looks at Amy and looking totally moony-eyed and lovestruck.
As for the rest of us, we love having Amy live here! Though I for one miss being able to make Pooky pleasure me whenever I feel like it – these days, Amy hogs Pooky to herself most of the time! Though she still makes sure Pooky does the housework and waits on us most of the time, and we still get to enjoy the sight of Pooky naked or nearly naked around the house all the time, so I can’t complain too much.
So, like Maybue and Faighnee getting married, and Cerdhenn getting together with Cruainn, that’s another situation that’s turning out as close to “happily ever after” as you could hope for outside of fairy tales!
And Maybue and Faighnee’s wedding is tomorrow! Yay! I can’t wait to hear about it and see the pictures!
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