pantysue’s Wasteland

Princess’s pets continued to wander around the vast wasteland left buy the devastation brought on by those chat chumps who constantly enter the chat rooms only to piss off the Mistresses. The world as we know it will never be the same and chat pretenders, bitches and sissies alike would fight over the limited amount of resources left in the desert like-badlands…

BillyBear was the only one of us who was prepared for the sun and constant winds we would face. We all wished we had a hat like his to protect our faces from the devastating rays of the desert sun.
Bankyboo on the other hand was trying to protect himself by wearing this triangle on his head. None of us were sure if it would work, but at least it matched her purse! Even though it was obvious to all of us that Banky must have taken a huge dose of that radiation from the explosion, none of us were prepared to tell him that his stomach was glowing since it provided us with our only source of light as the sun disappeared and darkness without electricity fell upon us.

We were all so desolate and the thought of being separated from our Princess was beginning to put a strain on the pets. Just them jemmie, who has some uncanny ability to channel our Princess exclaims that s/he has heard from MsGrace… and that She and boy toy are stranded at some remote cottage. And with the vast devastation that has befallen the world, She has no access to gasoline to return home.

Jemmie begins to freak! “What’s wrong jemmie?” pantysue asks. “What’s wrong, you want to know what’s wrong? 50 freaking days, that’s what’s wrong! And we may never see Princess again!”

OMG… i have only been caged for a week, but realize that my key, jemmie’s key… heck all of our keys are draped around Princesses beautiful neck and we are here in the middle of a lost world… and even more lost without our keys to freedom.
Lucky pet pipes in and states the obvious that we are all beginning to realize, “i don’t feel like such a lucky pet right now! What are we going to do?” Billy bear is the only one of us who is really sane anymore since he has been able to protect himself from the sun’s vicious rays with that darling sun hat, and he of course figures it out… “If MsGrace can’t find gas for Her return to the farmlands, then we must bring the gas to Her!”

Instantly i knew what i must do… pantysue road sissy must use that driving talent he had learned behind the wheel of her mean pink driving machine to get this gas tanker to Princess! And with the help of billy, jem, banky and pet we were going to do it! Lucky pet volunteers to be our scout… and off he rides on his bike to make sure the roads are safe.


We begin to roll the tanker out only to find the chat chumps are waiting for us… and they have taken lucky pet prisoner. These guys are really mean… and if it weren’t for our burning desire to save our Princess (and get the freaking keys back) we might not have been able to overpower these bad boys. Princess would be proud of Her pets though. We fought and scratched and clawed like any good bitch would fight, and well into the night. It became difficult to tell who was who having only bankyboo’s glowing stomach to show the way.
Just then i felt this arm around my neck and my left arm was being bent up my back. i saw my sissy life flash before my eyes; sure i was in the clutch of one of the chat chumps. Glancing over my shoulder i get a glimpse of lucky pet. He must have escaped, but without the use of banky’s belly must not have known who i was.
“lucky, it’s me… pantysue!” “How do i really know it’s you pantysue, and not just one of those evil chat chumps who are probably still sniffing my bicycle seat?” “Check out my panties lucky pet…those chat room chumps would have no idea where to even find vintage panties like these… it’s me for heaven’s sake!” Slowly he lets my arm free and i can breathe once again. We do that chat room kiss kiss thing and then skip off to help the rest of the pets.


When we finally arrive back to the tanker we discover that billy, banky and jem had fought off the rest of the chumps. It was time to get the gasoline to the cottage and save our Princess. i climbed behind the wheel and tried to fire up the motor, but it wouldn’t turn over. “Give it some more gas” billy shouted. i tried again, but no luck. “i know a little about motors” says jemmie, “let me climb underneath and see if i can figure it out.”
“What do you see jemmie?” asks banky. “i’ll let you know in a minute,” jem replies and pulls he/rself further under the chassis. “OMG” jemmie shouts, “i think i am stuck!”

Will jemmie get free? Will the pets get the gas to Princess, and will they finally get their freedom again. Stay tuned…


TO BE CONTINUED