tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-58050830580155750542024-03-05T00:39:49.453-08:00All about pantysuePSO Goddesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07048748807759998239noreply@blogger.comBlogger38125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5805083058015575054.post-72853738307463675772009-05-05T06:32:00.000-07:002009-05-05T06:43:59.221-07:00She is the Best… And She is still my Princess!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhW3tRyhB0qwXEIOtCPXy9XqR6750-xKPUi2VXCQlK88_MWtmZVQHvvuPXbtY-MjMXBxuMnJ0dmzU-LtbIYaHg_wkG7DtoNwn3aIrBDOdzIKUmUTNO5hCS2vHeJFuJI-bpr6LqPR__3FVu3/s1600-h/Copy_of_back_for_more_1.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhW3tRyhB0qwXEIOtCPXy9XqR6750-xKPUi2VXCQlK88_MWtmZVQHvvuPXbtY-MjMXBxuMnJ0dmzU-LtbIYaHg_wkG7DtoNwn3aIrBDOdzIKUmUTNO5hCS2vHeJFuJI-bpr6LqPR__3FVu3/s320/Copy_of_back_for_more_1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332335016837882402" border="0" /></a><br /><b style=""><span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 51); line-height: 115%;font-family:Pristina;font-size:16;" >It had been way too long since i last talked to my Princess.<span style=""> </span>It was sometimes difficult to get hold of Her and i must admit i had strayed … but Sunday night was once again a night that was truly magical!<span style=""> </span>And that is because Princess is truly magical!<span style=""> </span>She can be around for awhile blogging for several days in a row taking calls and then can poof… She is gone!<span style=""> </span>Off doing all of those things a Princess needs to do (like getting physical therapy!).<span style=""> </span></span></b> <div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><b style=""><span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 51); line-height: 115%;font-family:Pristina;font-size:16;" >Well this blog is certainly a testimonial to how much i have loved Her over the years, but as you can see it has been some time since i posted anything.<span style=""> </span>That is because it has also been some time since i called Her, and i really only have my sissy self to blame for that!</span></b></div> <div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><b style=""><span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 51); line-height: 115%;font-family:Pristina;font-size:16;" >Not only is Princess magical… She is absolutely beautiful too!<span style=""> </span>And for any of you who have had the pleasure of calling Her (or even just to listen to Her MP3’s) you know She has a voice like no other!<span style=""> </span>It was that voice and that beauty and that magic that fortunately called me back to Her on Sunday.<span style=""> </span>And Princess was just as wonderful as She has ever been!<span style=""> </span></span></b></div> <div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><b style=""><span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 51); line-height: 115%;font-family:Pristina;font-size:16;" >Now i can’t post all that we talked about, but i am so happy to see that some of the little things i love about Her haven’t changed… like the way She just can’t say the “tt” in kitten!<span style=""> </span>i don’t know why i think that is so cute but it is so Princess!<span style=""> </span>And even after so many months away from Her sweet embrace, She still remembered how to push all the right buttons (or should i say bu_uns).<span style=""> </span>And i am happy to say i still was able to give out the sissy girlie moan Princess so loves to hear at the end of our calls… at least at the end of the ones where She does let me cum!</span></b></div> <div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><b style=""><span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 51); line-height: 115%;font-family:Pristina;font-size:16;" >Now She didn’t make me beg this time, no we had so much to get caught up on and what not (another one of my favorite Princes phrases), but i have this feeling that the next time we chat i will probably find myself saying that word for Her again … “Anything”(Her favorite word to hear!)<span style=""> </span>i think the fact that i am listening to Hiccup as i write this is a pretty good indication that i am once again caught in Her spell.<span style=""> </span>But i am not sure i want to hear those other words… “awww poor baby”.<span style=""> </span>Awww heck, who am i kidding, i would love to hear my Princess say that wouldn’t i!</span></b></div> <div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><b style=""><span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 51); line-height: 115%;font-family:Pristina;font-size:16;" >So i have to thank my Princess for being so sweet to Her pet once again (Oh Fuck!… Hiccup is sooooo naughty…. Really naughty! Making it “hard” to write this!) and let Her know that i am and always will be Her obedient pet!</span></b></div> <div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><b style=""><span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 51); line-height: 115%;font-family:Pristina;font-size:16;" >Okay that’s it… signing out!<span style=""> </span>But just know Princess… i will be signing back in soon!<span style=""> </span>And of course wishing You a Happy Birthday in just a few days!</span></b></div> <div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><b style=""><span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 51); line-height: 115%;font-family:Pristina;font-size:16;" >XOXOX…. Your pet!</span></b></div> <div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><b style=""><span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 51); line-height: 115%;font-family:Pristina;font-size:16;" >pantysue</span></b></div>PSO Goddesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07048748807759998239noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5805083058015575054.post-79734623431998471672008-07-04T00:28:00.000-07:002008-07-04T00:44:30.650-07:00Anniversary with Princess Grace<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center;" align="center"><span><b style=""><span style="font-size: 32pt; color: rgb(153, 51, 102); font-family: Verdana;">Our First Anniversary<o:p></o:p></span></b></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center;" align="center"><span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 102); font-family: Verdana;"><o:p><span><span style="font-size:100%;"> </span></span></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center;" align="center"><span><b style=""><span style="font-size: 18pt; color: rgb(153, 51, 102); font-family: Verdana;">July 5<sup>th</sup>, 2008<o:p></o:p></span></b></span></p><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1UuQpBI2yMj2Hns-o7tkT18kJl9ER1PMTuGWVv7fHmhWO0_bP0o21lIQdYdpYRFG6aBETfgRECnQyP9Rr8XbmMRF2vFshVd1U4pPmFOYWcpYYrNBMqq-I7I_aUYXGgUvIm3Y0RzKuOjrn/s1600-h/1.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1UuQpBI2yMj2Hns-o7tkT18kJl9ER1PMTuGWVv7fHmhWO0_bP0o21lIQdYdpYRFG6aBETfgRECnQyP9Rr8XbmMRF2vFshVd1U4pPmFOYWcpYYrNBMqq-I7I_aUYXGgUvIm3Y0RzKuOjrn/s320/1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219060639982582066" border="0" /></a><br /><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center;" align="center"><span><b style=""><span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 102); font-family: Verdana;"><span style="font-size:100%;">Hard to believe it was a year ago that i opened that package from Princess to find my very own special pink collar that i was to wear for Her to show that i was Her pet.<span style=""> </span>A lot has happened in that year!<span style=""> </span>When i was driving to the post office to get my package then, the price of gas was under $2.00 a gallon.<span style=""> </span>Now it is approaching $5.00!<span style=""> </span>Thank goodness MsAlly isn’t a part of OPEC or who knows how much a call might be today!<span style=""> </span><o:p></o:p></span></span></b></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center;" align="center"><span><b style=""><span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 102); font-family: Verdana;"><o:p><span style="font-size:100%;"> </span></o:p></span></b></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center;" align="center"><span><b style=""><span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 102); font-family: Verdana;"><span style="font-size:100%;">In honor of our Anniversary i have once again decided to write a poem, this time in memory of my first year being collared by my sweet Princess Grace.<o:p></o:p></span></span></b></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center;" align="center"><span><b style=""><span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 102); font-family: Verdana;"><o:p><span style="font-size:100%;"> </span></o:p></span></b></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center;" align="center"><span><b style=""><span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 102); font-family: Verdana;"><o:p><span style="font-size:100%;"> </span></o:p></span></b></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center;" align="center"><span><b style=""><span style="font-size: 28pt; color: rgb(153, 51, 102); font-family: Verdana;">A Year with Princess<o:p></o:p></span></b></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center;" align="center"><span><b style=""><span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 102); font-family: Verdana;"><o:p><span style="font-size:100%;"> </span></o:p></span></b></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center;" align="center"><span><b style=""><span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 102); font-family: Verdana;"><span style="font-size:100%;">The year started out with Princess Grace<o:p></o:p></span></span></b></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center;" align="center"><span><b style=""><span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 102); font-family: Verdana;"><span style="font-size:100%;">Finding the softer side of Her sissy pet.<o:p></o:p></span></span></b></span></p><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj0HIJvJF-5a1jGMl52L2fesRDz7ISXR4VVi1HWJZOUxnKu3LqZ4HV0bqNoSuc_cDrUbAvikCqHKobW653eu1piGoYMPdOVGxo4y9mKQRHsQ9ino_nZ67G71O2kf163pyYCoBs5c6yj7PFH/s1600-h/2.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj0HIJvJF-5a1jGMl52L2fesRDz7ISXR4VVi1HWJZOUxnKu3LqZ4HV0bqNoSuc_cDrUbAvikCqHKobW653eu1piGoYMPdOVGxo4y9mKQRHsQ9ino_nZ67G71O2kf163pyYCoBs5c6yj7PFH/s320/2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219060600857099778" border="0" /></a><br /><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center;" align="center"><span><b style=""><span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 102); font-family: Verdana;"><span style="font-size:100%;">There were stockings, high heels and pedicures,<o:p></o:p></span></span></b></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center;" align="center"><span><b style=""><span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 102); font-family: Verdana;"><span style="font-size:100%;">But still there were no cummies yet.<o:p></o:p></span></span></b></span></p><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEioRI8P2UNbuwiiVv1Na9dr0HKY3Adnr3R0Qyg47vBIgiZg970CcFnb4Yn4yWKqMfhdzd7DFsPlgwXKeWmYRK-O5M5ocU0TTtqwSQZr5gxP3-qCrAdA_KefNABflKiNKXNXWdQ_p0Lz9_bG/s1600-h/3.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEioRI8P2UNbuwiiVv1Na9dr0HKY3Adnr3R0Qyg47vBIgiZg970CcFnb4Yn4yWKqMfhdzd7DFsPlgwXKeWmYRK-O5M5ocU0TTtqwSQZr5gxP3-qCrAdA_KefNABflKiNKXNXWdQ_p0Lz9_bG/s320/3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219060549199320338" border="0" /></a><br /><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center;" align="center"><span><b style=""><span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 102); font-family: Verdana;"><span style="font-size:100%;">As i shaved my legs under candle glow,<o:p></o:p></span></span></b></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center;" align="center"><span><b style=""><span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 102); font-family: Verdana;"><span style="font-size:100%;">With Hello Kitty near by.<o:p></o:p></span></span></b></span></p><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgw00BF4xZzuplMbQWoH0Rq1AI5E46gDEqBqzvsMPC3DXaVmn4ZMIazOCwnpoCPDhItMnWohRrM__rahGtClKlt5Vn3IVQ85rRX8E6pCVBgYnB9ps_a3CTDlx803NfRfEEX-707x8A9AF4k/s1600-h/4.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgw00BF4xZzuplMbQWoH0Rq1AI5E46gDEqBqzvsMPC3DXaVmn4ZMIazOCwnpoCPDhItMnWohRrM__rahGtClKlt5Vn3IVQ85rRX8E6pCVBgYnB9ps_a3CTDlx803NfRfEEX-707x8A9AF4k/s320/4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219060498944679362" border="0" /></a><br /><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center;" align="center"><span><b style=""><span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 102); font-family: Verdana;"><span style="font-size:100%;">i almost started a fire that night,<o:p></o:p></span></span></b></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center;" align="center"><span><b style=""><span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 102); font-family: Verdana;"><span style="font-size:100%;">When flames nearly reached to the sky.<o:p></o:p></span></span></b></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center;" align="center"><span><b style=""><span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 102); font-family: Verdana;"><o:p><span style="font-size:100%;"> </span></o:p></span></b></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center;" align="center"><span><b style=""><span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 102); font-family: Verdana;"><span style="font-size:100%;">And building the castle for my Princess fair,<o:p></o:p></span></span></b></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center;" align="center"><span><b style=""><span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 102); font-family: Verdana;"><span style="font-size:100%;">It seemed like the most fun of all.<o:p></o:p></span></span></b></span></p><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgDXCQxC0d4Q7qHZGYvDaXo_ZWFvqHTa2ae7FfuUoweHTUUsvCVLbdYbQvASWfh9AlIbRbr_at3jyewaoKWeJXMlvJtMVkOBvWENkTzb-Nuy-lN3InrADRpv0g_0rlRqG_n0-QE-aWuELZA/s1600-h/5.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgDXCQxC0d4Q7qHZGYvDaXo_ZWFvqHTa2ae7FfuUoweHTUUsvCVLbdYbQvASWfh9AlIbRbr_at3jyewaoKWeJXMlvJtMVkOBvWENkTzb-Nuy-lN3InrADRpv0g_0rlRqG_n0-QE-aWuELZA/s320/5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219060449478039826" border="0" /></a><br /><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center;" align="center"><span><b style=""><span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 102); font-family: Verdana;"><o:p><span style="font-size:100%;"> </span></o:p></span></b></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center;" align="center"><span><b style=""><span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 102); font-family: Verdana;"><span style="font-size:100%;">But why did i build a dungeon for Her,<o:p></o:p></span></span></b></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center;" align="center"><span><b style=""><span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 102); font-family: Verdana;"><span style="font-size:100%;">So She could chain Her pet to the wall?<o:p></o:p></span></span></b></span></p><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgf8DQ1w8_fExQIC62FB77XGhvhA3CAaLE7I0AcQ5kCkBca7WEfpAwRF9VcqOhnW1_2v3dcACvyun__TiqbJsl-oDSJ69Muw6j9M7w1FUpe3OVY2RKm6S6F84_c6t7k2dr7VNI432-ejoc_/s1600-h/6.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgf8DQ1w8_fExQIC62FB77XGhvhA3CAaLE7I0AcQ5kCkBca7WEfpAwRF9VcqOhnW1_2v3dcACvyun__TiqbJsl-oDSJ69Muw6j9M7w1FUpe3OVY2RKm6S6F84_c6t7k2dr7VNI432-ejoc_/s320/6.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219060400438452498" border="0" /></a><br /><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center;" align="center"><span><b style=""><span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 102); font-family: Verdana;"><span style="font-size:100%;">Well i got back at Her for that,<o:p></o:p></span></span></b></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center;" align="center"><span><b style=""><span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 102); font-family: Verdana;"><span style="font-size:100%;">Since turnabout is fair play.<o:p></o:p></span></span></b></span></p><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjDN8ndgbHp6FEn4w3hI2LpCgsKLCdRfzZSpKuccm_eU60-Udepu-hjUcQ_7ihmGxy7ahO-KkHUZ_uVC3xOAZ8a_bsQNJ6RQmSoUVO6Ae199TuoNfFFAEGiNDKnuC3o8FYDNs20oTZLZl7c/s1600-h/7.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjDN8ndgbHp6FEn4w3hI2LpCgsKLCdRfzZSpKuccm_eU60-Udepu-hjUcQ_7ihmGxy7ahO-KkHUZ_uVC3xOAZ8a_bsQNJ6RQmSoUVO6Ae199TuoNfFFAEGiNDKnuC3o8FYDNs20oTZLZl7c/s320/7.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219060316453952354" border="0" /></a><br /><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center;" align="center"><span><b style=""><span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 102); font-family: Verdana;"><span style="font-size:100%;">i locked Princess in my dusty old attic,<o:p></o:p></span></span></b></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center;" align="center"><span><b style=""><span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 102); font-family: Verdana;"><span style="font-size:100%;">And threw the damn key far away!<o:p></o:p></span></span></b></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center;" align="center"><span><b style=""><span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 102); font-family: Verdana;"><o:p><span style="font-size:100%;"> </span></o:p></span></b></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center;" align="center"><span><b style=""><span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 102); font-family: Verdana;"><span style="font-size:100%;">Though when it came to locks this year,<o:p></o:p></span></span></b></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center;" align="center"><span><b style=""><span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 102); font-family: Verdana;"><span style="font-size:100%;">After days in my cock cage hoping maybe.<o:p></o:p></span></span></b></span></p><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi8VaBS4-Cvb-L0mRa8Rnq5PYkcUwWhSy__WuW3GS1gC9wvviknmrAzJ52tw_wsDIQCDlZw7iSAe6LnFjPQ9vWlS39dyL7dAAduDcsC2LawIrH0vn_fJO7Fqip7K5g9A7Sz0LyoMYAGl6MW/s1600-h/8.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi8VaBS4-Cvb-L0mRa8Rnq5PYkcUwWhSy__WuW3GS1gC9wvviknmrAzJ52tw_wsDIQCDlZw7iSAe6LnFjPQ9vWlS39dyL7dAAduDcsC2LawIrH0vn_fJO7Fqip7K5g9A7Sz0LyoMYAGl6MW/s320/8.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219060213415085970" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span><b style=""><span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 102);font-family:Verdana;" ><span style="font-size:100%;"> Begging and pleading for Her kind release,<o:p></o:p></span></span></b></span></div> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center;" align="center"><span><b style=""><span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 102);font-family:Verdana;" ><span style="font-size:100%;">All i would hear is “Awww, poor baby”<o:p></o:p></span></span></b></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center;" align="center"><span><b style=""><span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 102);font-family:Verdana;" ><o:p><span style="font-size:100%;"> </span></o:p></span></b></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center;" align="center"><span><b style=""><span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 102);font-family:Verdana;" ><span style="font-size:100%;">And let’s not forget Princess’s favorite game,<o:p></o:p></span></span></b></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center;" align="center"><span><b style=""><span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 102);font-family:Verdana;" ><span style="font-size:100%;">In Vegas, N’ <st1:place st="on"><st1:city st="on">Orleans</st1:city></st1:place> and DC.<o:p></o:p></span></span></b></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center;" align="center"><span><b style=""><span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 102);font-family:Verdana;" ><o:p><br /></o:p></span></b></span></p><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjhKVbqjYrToBLGKP8phNtzyXH5oXukK0PFRz1txR1E97VHB_4dHQC-6rig1aQvLhi7W9tzQLWbArA0FWUuJICiRg2QQPp1U4nw0-CuYZhbE_4qT2nkkhk_bblDEawnsRKILwdnWDp1dIVo/s1600-h/9.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjhKVbqjYrToBLGKP8phNtzyXH5oXukK0PFRz1txR1E97VHB_4dHQC-6rig1aQvLhi7W9tzQLWbArA0FWUuJICiRg2QQPp1U4nw0-CuYZhbE_4qT2nkkhk_bblDEawnsRKILwdnWDp1dIVo/s320/9.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219058198435006818" border="0" /></a><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center;" align="center"><span><b style=""><span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 102);font-family:Verdana;" ><o:p><span style="font-size:100%;"> </span></o:p></span></b></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center;" align="center"><span><b style=""><span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 102);font-family:Verdana;" ><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style=""> </span>For with Her pet safely caged up you know,<o:p></o:p></span></span></b></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center;" align="center"><span><b style=""><span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 102);font-family:Verdana;" ><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style=""> </span>It was time for a lap dance or three!<o:p></o:p></span></span></b></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center;" align="center"><span><b style=""><span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 102);font-family:Verdana;" ><o:p><span style="font-size:100%;"> </span></o:p></span></b></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center;" align="center"><span><b style=""><span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 102);font-family:Verdana;" ><span style="font-size:100%;">There were run ins with creatures like HulkyBear,<o:p></o:p></span></span></b></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center;" align="center"><span><b style=""><span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 102);font-family:Verdana;" ><span style="font-size:100%;">But nothing comes close for this year,<o:p></o:p></span></span></b></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center;" align="center"><span><b style=""><span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 102);font-family:Verdana;" ><o:p><span style="font-size:100%;"> </span></o:p></span></b></span></p><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhR_VHOYlZyLRI_ZqvIlVU6SQeD_7dskWY9ZSPQIArjuILR9atqajxpV9D9VssZhbJ9MY44qJlV6o6hB6Y0dDqAQ941xAlf2AzSIwHPrZ7NWVS0ltrmzttGp3RWuJDFqV0fHFwWx5sJhnBy/s1600-h/10.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhR_VHOYlZyLRI_ZqvIlVU6SQeD_7dskWY9ZSPQIArjuILR9atqajxpV9D9VssZhbJ9MY44qJlV6o6hB6Y0dDqAQ941xAlf2AzSIwHPrZ7NWVS0ltrmzttGp3RWuJDFqV0fHFwWx5sJhnBy/s320/10.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219057957474370242" border="0" /></a><br /><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center;" align="center"><span><b style=""><span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 102);font-family:Verdana;" ><span style="font-size:100%;">To the one night when our sweet Princess Grace<o:p></o:p></span></span></b></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center;" align="center"><span><b style=""><span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 102);font-family:Verdana;" ><span style="font-size:100%;">Ran over Bambi the deer!<o:p></o:p></span></span></b></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center;" align="center"><span><b style=""><span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 102);font-family:Verdana;" ><o:p><span style="font-size:100%;"> </span></o:p></span></b></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center;" align="center"><span><b style=""><span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 102);font-family:Verdana;" ><span style="font-size:100%;">i must thank my friends for being such fun, <o:p></o:p></span></span></b></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center;" align="center"><span><b style=""><span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 102);font-family:Verdana;" ><span style="font-size:100%;">And i am sure i will leave out a few, <o:p></o:p></span></span></b></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center;" align="center"><span><b style=""><span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 102);font-family:Verdana;" ><span style="font-size:100%;">There’s Lucky, BillyBear and Tonydshrimp, <span style=""> </span><o:p></o:p></span></span></b></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center;" align="center"><span><b style=""><span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 102);font-family:Verdana;" ><span style="font-size:100%;">Shy aisa and of course Bankyboo.<span style=""> </span><o:p></o:p></span></span></b></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center;" align="center"><span><b style=""><span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 102);font-family:Verdana;" ><o:p><span style="font-size:100%;"> </span></o:p></span></b></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center;" align="center"><span><b style=""><span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 102);font-family:Verdana;" ><span style="font-size:100%;">And all the other friends of mine,<o:p></o:p></span></span></b></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center;" align="center"><span><b style=""><span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 102);font-family:Verdana;" ><span style="font-size:100%;">Who hang out in kink cyber space.<o:p></o:p></span></span></b></span></p><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhjVS80zrt5kWZBW00f8WWiO7bYh9Tf747ZvkxrbfMoAD37A9PTaFjqWsSA0TxeA0ifVL7Lj52TmRT9Nry128v1F7ES3fpkYzkKak13ND5nAOGPb9KNLROk9mIFad-SQevZ_x8iDPIozJKv/s1600-h/11.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhjVS80zrt5kWZBW00f8WWiO7bYh9Tf747ZvkxrbfMoAD37A9PTaFjqWsSA0TxeA0ifVL7Lj52TmRT9Nry128v1F7ES3fpkYzkKak13ND5nAOGPb9KNLROk9mIFad-SQevZ_x8iDPIozJKv/s320/11.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219057780868143122" border="0" /></a><br /><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center;" align="center"><span><b style=""><span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 102);font-family:Verdana;" ><span style="font-size:100%;">O’ i almost forgot, so i’ll say it right here,<o:p></o:p></span></span></b></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center;" align="center"><span><b style=""><span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 102);font-family:Verdana;" ><span style="font-size:100%;">Hurry up and get well old friend Ace.<o:p></o:p></span></span></b></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center;" align="center"><span><b style=""><span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 102);font-family:Verdana;" ><o:p><span style="font-size:100%;"> </span></o:p></span></b></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center;" align="center"><span><b style=""><span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 102);font-family:Verdana;" ><span style="font-size:100%;">But i must give special thanks this day<o:p></o:p></span></span></b></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center;" align="center"><span><b style=""><span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 102);font-family:Verdana;" ><span style="font-size:100%;">To my sweet friend jemmie dear.<o:p></o:p></span></span></b></span></p><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_9WMniI7x11NUeahXXJqXqpiAuCKNHn-SkcMuWNbM-9p63Jq4GkJnkWIRfYZAy9-UmSIBCjnVI1R86aKsNVU3S0mPpHwdsk6k2DlQ3k1kp7X7jCez2c5BkgbWuMVFoHzqBrG0mC4ieNqq/s1600-h/12.bmp"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_9WMniI7x11NUeahXXJqXqpiAuCKNHn-SkcMuWNbM-9p63Jq4GkJnkWIRfYZAy9-UmSIBCjnVI1R86aKsNVU3S0mPpHwdsk6k2DlQ3k1kp7X7jCez2c5BkgbWuMVFoHzqBrG0mC4ieNqq/s320/12.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219057728614436210" border="0" /></a><br /><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center;" align="center"><span><b style=""><span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 102);font-family:Verdana;" ><span style="font-size:100%;">Who has been wonderful in helping her sis<o:p></o:p></span></span></b></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center;" align="center"><span><b style=""><span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 102);font-family:Verdana;" ><span style="font-size:100%;">Get over some hurdles this year. <o:p></o:p></span></span></b></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center;" align="center"><span><b style=""><span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 102);font-family:Verdana;" ><o:p><span style="font-size:100%;"> </span></o:p></span></b></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center;" align="center"><span><b style=""><span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 102);font-family:Verdana;" ><span style="font-size:100%;">This whole Anniversary though, is not about me <o:p></o:p></span></span></b></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center;" align="center"><span><b style=""><span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 102);font-family:Verdana;" ><span style="font-size:100%;">For without You my sweet Princess Grace.<o:p></o:p></span></span></b></span></p><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEglY_rPsj2aC2LaqnFJnhA2M44plKZ3B_mWCHdDncp8bAlzJEfY-0ETkEO9Tr6eChEE12v-SFL4_-A7CHM7aX31XcRApeu_dlVEFC8xhkHML-AVSzaYb9IzZpqo5hfEnnnFVC8HIp5hYbcR/s1600-h/13.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEglY_rPsj2aC2LaqnFJnhA2M44plKZ3B_mWCHdDncp8bAlzJEfY-0ETkEO9Tr6eChEE12v-SFL4_-A7CHM7aX31XcRApeu_dlVEFC8xhkHML-AVSzaYb9IzZpqo5hfEnnnFVC8HIp5hYbcR/s320/13.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219057666367488818" border="0" /></a><br /><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center;" align="center"><span><b style=""><span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 102);font-family:Verdana;" ><span style="font-size:100%;">i would not have a pink collar to wear<o:p></o:p></span></span></b></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center;" align="center"><span><b style=""><span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 102);font-family:Verdana;" ><span style="font-size:100%;">And would never have known that cute face.<o:p></o:p></span></span></b></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center;" align="center"><span><b style=""><span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 102);font-family:Verdana;" ><o:p><span style="font-size:100%;"> </span></o:p></span></b></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center;" align="center"><span><b style=""><span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 102);font-family:Verdana;" ><span style="font-size:100%;">But it’s more than a face and a body so hot,<o:p></o:p></span></span></b></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center;" align="center"><span><b style=""><span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 102);font-family:Verdana;" ><span style="font-size:100%;">And that voice with a giggle or two.<o:p></o:p></span></span></b></span></p><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjIWuO2yPnjJ8JG7QQCtUOpHYCJNasjVCQI-pelzv-Es7B6-tt075SM0uaiAHCjP_057IMHmD5eQMRgVaGcfmOWiB96aK72lpCoXYn-et-sOw7JcO2-BLClUlv-SW8VW988U7YOW0ciu6VI/s1600-h/14.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjIWuO2yPnjJ8JG7QQCtUOpHYCJNasjVCQI-pelzv-Es7B6-tt075SM0uaiAHCjP_057IMHmD5eQMRgVaGcfmOWiB96aK72lpCoXYn-et-sOw7JcO2-BLClUlv-SW8VW988U7YOW0ciu6VI/s320/14.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219057591475236258" border="0" /></a><br /><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center;" align="center"><span><b style=""><span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 102);font-family:Verdana;" ><span style="font-size:100%;">No, what makes this day so special for me,<o:p></o:p></span></span></b></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center;" align="center"><span><b style=""><span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 102);font-family:Verdana;" ><span style="font-size:100%;">Is i belong Princess, to You.<o:p></o:p></span></span></b></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center;" align="center"><span><b style=""><span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 102);font-family:Verdana;" ><o:p><span style="font-size:100%;"> </span></o:p></span></b></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center;" align="center"><span><b style=""><span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 102);font-family:Verdana;font-size:24;" >Happy Anniversary Princess!</span></b></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center;" align="center"><br /><span><b style=""><span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 102);font-family:Verdana;font-size:24;" ><o:p></o:p></span></b></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center;" align="center"><span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 102);font-family:Verdana;font-size:18;" ><span><span style="font-size:130%;">Your adoring pet… pantysue</span><o:p></o:p></span></span></p>PSO Goddesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07048748807759998239noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5805083058015575054.post-59436004980659040732008-05-27T20:25:00.000-07:002008-05-27T20:27:33.269-07:00Size Matters!<span style="font-size: 18pt; color: fuchsia; font-family: Pristina;"><span>P<b style="">rincess decided that i might look cute in one of these…<o:p></o:p></b></span></span><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh4OB0Km_tOZIKF6F8uiOaTkx3aVyI3ZfNvMNWcKCkrh16M8t4XWdlB-juEIjcJKZfrj2RjlqekhlTsOBfPzOrugd27WUNT2xrqlabApesMFCiLxwxu2nfvxYoZu_sgiDSUIeXMzLev7rCr/s1600-h/clip_image002.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh4OB0Km_tOZIKF6F8uiOaTkx3aVyI3ZfNvMNWcKCkrh16M8t4XWdlB-juEIjcJKZfrj2RjlqekhlTsOBfPzOrugd27WUNT2xrqlabApesMFCiLxwxu2nfvxYoZu_sgiDSUIeXMzLev7rCr/s400/clip_image002.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205264971668696338" border="0" /></a><br /><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span><b style=""><span style="font-size: 13.5pt; color: rgb(128, 0, 255); font-family: 'Bradley Hand ITC';">“OMG those are hot. Can you just think of looking down and seeing those nipples poking through the thin fabric of a nighty. ::Giggles::”<o:p></o:p></span></b></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span><b style=""><span style="font-size: 13.5pt; color: rgb(128, 0, 255); font-family: 'Bradley Hand ITC';"><o:p> </o:p></span></b></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span><b style=""><span style="font-size: 18pt; color: fuchsia; font-family: Pristina;">But She wasn’t sure what size…<o:p></o:p></span></b></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span><b style=""><span style="font-size: 13.5pt; color: rgb(128, 0, 255); font-family: 'Bradley Hand ITC';"><o:p> </o:p></span></b></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span><b style=""><span style="font-size: 13.5pt; color: rgb(128, 0, 255); font-family: 'Bradley Hand ITC';">“What size should you have. lol Cute perky, or full heavy breasts. lol”<o:p></o:p></span></b></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span><b style=""><span style="font-size: 13.5pt; color: rgb(128, 0, 255); font-family: 'Bradley Hand ITC';"><o:p> </o:p></span></b></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span><b style=""><span style="font-size: 18pt; color: fuchsia; font-family: Pristina;">So we need some help selecting from this list:<o:p></o:p></span></b></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span><b style=""><span style="font-size: 13.5pt; color: rgb(128, 0, 255); font-family: 'Bradley Hand ITC';"><o:p> </o:p></span></b></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span><b><span style="font-size: 11pt; color: black; font-family: Verdana;">THERE ARE 4 BREAST FORM SIZES :<br /><br />SIZE # 5 is about a B cup on an average body,<br />SIZE # 7 is about a C cup on an average body,<br />SIZE # 9 is about a full D cup on an average body,<br />SIZE # 11/12 is about a full DD cup on an average body.<o:p></o:p></span></b></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span><b><span style="color: black; font-family: Verdana;"><o:p><span style="font-size:100%;"> </span></o:p></span></b></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span><b><span style="font-size: 18pt; color: fuchsia; font-family: Pristina;">Please leave your comments to help Princess decide…</span></b></span></p>PSO Goddesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07048748807759998239noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5805083058015575054.post-72271455794664593352008-05-08T09:14:00.000-07:002008-05-08T09:20:27.076-07:00<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center;font-family:georgia;" align="center"><span style="font-size:180%;"><b style=""><span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 102);">An Apology to Princess<o:p></o:p></span></b></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center;font-family:georgia;" align="center"><span style="font-size:180%;"><b style=""><span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 102);">and<br /></span></b></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center;font-family:georgia;" align="center"><span style="font-size:180%;"><b style=""><span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 102);">Her Pets</span></b></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center;" align="center"><br /><span><b style=""><span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 102);font-family:'Poor Richard';font-size:36;" ><o:p></o:p></span></b></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center;" align="center"><span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 102);font-family:'Poor Richard';font-size:16;" ><o:p><span> </span></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center;font-family:georgia;" align="center"><span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 102);font-size:100%;" ><span>How quickly the tables can turn!<span style=""> </span>Just when i thought i had Princess all to myself i now find that i am all locked away and once again a mere plaything for Princess’s amusement. So at Her insistence, i am writing this <b style=""><i style="">APOLOGY</i></b> to those countless Princess worshipers for whom the month of April was so cruel, as it was only my jealous greed that kept Her away from you.<o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center;font-family:georgia;" align="center"><span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 102);font-size:100%;" ><o:p><span> </span></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center;font-family:georgia;" align="center"><span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 102);font-size:100%;" ><span>For those of you who don’t believe what Princess posted in Her blog…</span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center;font-family:georgia;" align="center"><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 102);font-size:100%;" ><span><o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center;font-family:georgia;" align="center"><span style="font-size:100%;"><o:p><span><span style=""> </span></span></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center;font-family:georgia;" align="center"><span style=";font-size:100%;color:red;" ><span>“pantysue had Me trapped away. CAN YOU BELIEVE IT??? The one who was saying over and over again where has She gone, was the one who locked Me away. she wanted Me all to herself. Go figure. I know, I am shocked Myself.”</span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center;font-family:georgia;" align="center"><br /><span style=";font-size:100%;color:red;" ><span><o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center;font-family:georgia;" align="center"><span style=";font-size:100%;color:red;" ><o:p><span> </span></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center;" align="center"><span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 102);font-family:'Poor Richard';font-size:16;" ><span><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family:georgia;">... it is all true!</span></span><span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;" > </span><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family:georgia;">Princess is making me show you this picture i took so you will see what She had to endure those many days and nights in my attic...</span></span><o:p></o:p></span></span></p><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjX3Ez3IFF_xzkoYcyQLU2XsA2ybJnZalgq5z9J_xQoQgBwsa9yUXn70bhOaKOGFbXxR9ejcPAU1q9Fa1lceP7GR98BpAhbtaPOElOw8D6SD50ymm8pHDO-nIJjGCkHIVj_PEbR4oMtSo3p/s1600-h/ps1.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjX3Ez3IFF_xzkoYcyQLU2XsA2ybJnZalgq5z9J_xQoQgBwsa9yUXn70bhOaKOGFbXxR9ejcPAU1q9Fa1lceP7GR98BpAhbtaPOElOw8D6SD50ymm8pHDO-nIJjGCkHIVj_PEbR4oMtSo3p/s400/ps1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198041532836523858" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 102);font-family:'Poor Richard';font-size:16;" ><span><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family:georgia;">Well now that She is free again, </span></span><span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;" > </span><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family:georgia;">She has taken firm control of this unruly pet and claimed my cock again as Hers.</span></span><span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;" > </span><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family:georgia;">And Princess has taken me back to Her castle with Her and shackled me to make sure that i have no choice but to obey Her every command this time.</span></span><span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;" > </span><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family:georgia;">So for those of you who always think of Ms Grace as that sweet soft girl next door, i can assure you, you don’t want to get on Her bad side!</span></span><span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;" > </span><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family:georgia;">i mean all i did was lock Her away for 4 short weeks in my attic with no phone and no computer !</span></span><span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;" > </span><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family:georgia;">Is that is a reason for Her to take me across Her lap like this?</span></span><o:p></o:p></span></span><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjXJAF2ZFC1YsxN2MxOTOEvSXBREa28yDKMyU8mQf5d-YmV2Dl_cEu_NvkuFn0vxdkiaqkYwa1UrlRGHvTuhPBw9JnSzWGcdCUAEARPs-tAy1eKIY2lfLnT170QJZZXGzfxfLMK9goTCbb6/s1600-h/ps2.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjXJAF2ZFC1YsxN2MxOTOEvSXBREa28yDKMyU8mQf5d-YmV2Dl_cEu_NvkuFn0vxdkiaqkYwa1UrlRGHvTuhPBw9JnSzWGcdCUAEARPs-tAy1eKIY2lfLnT170QJZZXGzfxfLMK9goTCbb6/s320/ps2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198041352447897394" border="0" /></a><span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 102);font-family:'Poor Richard';font-size:16;" ><span><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family:georgia;">So once again, i do so want to apologize to all of Princess’s pets for what i did!</span></span><span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;" > </span><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family:georgia;">i know you were all worried about Her.</span></span><span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;" > </span><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family:georgia;">Jem and Lucky… i can certainly understand if you never speak to me again!</span></span><span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;" > </span><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family:georgia;">And so now i have all of this time to think about the evil things i have done to Princess and to all of you as She makes me clean the Castle floors.</span></span><o:p></o:p></span></span><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjFVGlimEXb5Jh_HKkfR6hVaNmY4sSpPv8ZfV6NuIXLXyBSB_iObx7tEg01lKb06ibMxOKS_NIG6IxynxHqo7aCiVHLAT3jFpa_IG5H5VgV0dd6ESLu7I34NYg7oHlpM3gnMkGGoajajzZM/s1600-h/ps3.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjFVGlimEXb5Jh_HKkfR6hVaNmY4sSpPv8ZfV6NuIXLXyBSB_iObx7tEg01lKb06ibMxOKS_NIG6IxynxHqo7aCiVHLAT3jFpa_IG5H5VgV0dd6ESLu7I34NYg7oHlpM3gnMkGGoajajzZM/s320/ps3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198041266548551458" border="0" /></a><span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 102); font-family: georgia;font-family:'Poor Richard';font-size:100%;" ><span>i can only imagine the torment that Princess will have waiting for me when She sends me on that trip next week!<span style=""> </span>And i am sure She will have me blog about it so you will all know the punishment that will most assuredly <span style=""> </span>continue for what i did to our beloved Princess…</span></span>PSO Goddesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07048748807759998239noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5805083058015575054.post-86406822993314980442008-05-05T21:08:00.000-07:002008-05-05T21:11:38.073-07:00Princess's back!<div align="center"> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:180%;">Princess’s Back!<br /> It makes me so happy to be writing this entry!</span> </div><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEidhM0bo7V5QVzKt4WhsWnUYLJqKJHMT_KU2TFvdpY2oHatXs8OMaGKBfkAM5GM9IIVef2KNycrYpNADIvDsMKFdGrJLdUB0wyWFj-X4szjYDf_GRXNA__iVCKHc9hOt6Q6ueHTTLOYV6-i/s1600-h/1111.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197112231166414450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEidhM0bo7V5QVzKt4WhsWnUYLJqKJHMT_KU2TFvdpY2oHatXs8OMaGKBfkAM5GM9IIVef2KNycrYpNADIvDsMKFdGrJLdUB0wyWFj-X4szjYDf_GRXNA__iVCKHc9hOt6Q6ueHTTLOYV6-i/s320/1111.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />Yes that is a picture of Princess’s back and after 4 long weeks of MsGrace having to attend to some outside matters my Princess is back! She graced us with Her presence in Tease Time last night and at Billy Bear’s suggestion, i happily changed my name from pantysue_Looking4PrincessGrace back to where it should have been all along, pantysue_CollaredbyPrincessGrace. And i was fortunate to even have the chance to talk to my Princess after Tease Time. It was wonderful after all these weeks to hear that giggle again and there is no nicer feeling than knowing I am one of Her pets!<br /><br />And I do have to extend my personal thanks to my support group, my sis jemmie who at long last is free (at least for right now) and MsAmanda who was always reassuring me! i wouldn’t have made it without their support!<br /><br />i know that Princess is still taking care of some things and won’t be able to be back fully to Her royal Princessness for a while, but even just a little Princess is certainly better than anything else i can think of! In the meantime i can always look at Her pretty picture and know that Princess is truly back!<br /><div></div>PSO Goddesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07048748807759998239noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5805083058015575054.post-25347810350729171272008-03-15T21:41:00.000-07:002008-03-15T21:46:11.862-07:00The Princess that i Know...<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center;" align="center"><span><b style=""><span style="color: fuchsia; font-family: Verdana;"><o:p><span style="font-size:100%;"> </span></o:p></span></b></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span><b style=""><span style="color: fuchsia; font-family: Verdana;"><span style="font-size:100%;">i don’t know how many people actually ever read my blog, but i wanted to take this opportunity to use it to tell anyone willing to read this about the Princess that i know.<o:p></o:p></span></span></b></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span><b style=""><span style="color: fuchsia; font-family: Verdana;"><o:p><span style="font-size:100%;"> </span></o:p></span></b></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span><b style=""><span style="color: fuchsia; font-family: Verdana;"><span style="font-size:100%;">i am sure like some of you did too, i went through my typical Princess withdrawals as our beloved MsGrace was away and i sure as well that you all missed Tease Time too last week after having so much fun hearing Her captivating voice and those Princess :::giggles::: on talkshoe the week before.<span style=""> </span>But even though i sometimes wish She were a Fairy Tale Princess and in some magical way could always be there for me i have to understand that She is only human.<span style=""> </span>The most beautiful figure of a human i know, but still only human!<o:p></o:p></span></span></b></span></p><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg22ysTR3h5GikwbSJWeXfVOInP1i9aHa2l9MAPsirF3S8Im2PXo1WW9XtHa6Jb1OlOr6D0W669Bpzh-uZd8KmEpRjZqSDPsrQwIalKHnhmWUZ7ry2JomfU67sgA3E7EVME4672NiUlKq7m/s1600-h/1.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg22ysTR3h5GikwbSJWeXfVOInP1i9aHa2l9MAPsirF3S8Im2PXo1WW9XtHa6Jb1OlOr6D0W669Bpzh-uZd8KmEpRjZqSDPsrQwIalKHnhmWUZ7ry2JomfU67sgA3E7EVME4672NiUlKq7m/s400/1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178195646578529746" border="0" /></a><br /><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center;" align="center"><span><i style=""><span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 102); font-family: Verdana;"><span style="font-size:100%;">There is only one, but this Princess is one in a million!<o:p></o:p></span></span></i></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center;" align="center"><span><b style=""><i style=""><span style="color: fuchsia; font-family: Verdana;"><o:p><span style="font-size:100%;"> </span></o:p></span></i></b></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span><b style=""><span style="color: fuchsia; font-family: Verdana;"><span style="font-size:100%;">And you see Princess Grace is also the sweetest most caring person i know.<span style=""> </span>While that is a part of what endears Her to me it is also what sometimes makes it difficult for Her to be available for each and any of us as much as we would like.<span style=""> </span>Just look at how many of us voted for MsGrace in the Mistress of the Year Contest as not only the Sexiest, but the Friendliest and yes… the MOST HELPFUL!!!<span style=""> </span>i am certain that just about every one of those adoring pets can’t get enough of their Friendly, Sexy, Helpful Princess.<span style=""> </span><o:p></o:p></span></span></b></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span><b style=""><span style="color: fuchsia; font-family: Verdana;"><o:p><span style="font-size:100%;"> </span></o:p></span></b></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span><b style=""><span style="color: fuchsia; font-family: Verdana;"><span style="font-size:100%;">But to understand how kind and truly helpful the Princess that i know is to us, just look at all the things She does for us…<span style=""> </span>Even Bambi can’t keep Her from making Tease Time every Thursday…<span style=""> </span>And all of those MP3’s She has made for us to allow us to hear some of the most salacious stories told as only Princess can… And what about those pictures She shares with us.<span style=""> </span>Even when Princess is away, She can be right there with us! Eliot Spitzer will never know what he was missing!<o:p></o:p></span></span></b></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span><b style=""><span style="color: fuchsia; font-family: Verdana;"><o:p><span style="font-size:100%;"> </span></o:p></span></b></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span><b style=""><span style="color: fuchsia; font-family: Verdana;"><span style="font-size:100%;">These are the things i constantly have to remind myself of, because the Princess i know loves each and every one of Her many pets.<span style=""> </span>And while the true number of adoring pets may never be known, it is trueeeeeeeeee that there is only one Princess… one sweet, adorable, charming, caring, perfect Princess!<o:p></o:p></span></span></b></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><br /><span><b style=""><span style="color: fuchsia; font-family: Verdana;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></b></span></p><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhoE9BF3pW-fnifbxEgIIYyS9GYpnv7vnG8OkzUbh9kagYH5bLgfwkI3bjZCAHWpfJfHB6hTcqpXlwn_05BfASHB1va2ua23-YhkiBcvqIaW8_iI8adzn2Q1fb7NAIURzLyEZqQQcyc9jmJ/s1600-h/2.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhoE9BF3pW-fnifbxEgIIYyS9GYpnv7vnG8OkzUbh9kagYH5bLgfwkI3bjZCAHWpfJfHB6hTcqpXlwn_05BfASHB1va2ua23-YhkiBcvqIaW8_iI8adzn2Q1fb7NAIURzLyEZqQQcyc9jmJ/s400/2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178195251441538482" border="0" /></a><br /><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center;" align="center"><span><i style=""><span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 102); font-family: Verdana;"><span style="font-size:100%;">And who isn’t just charmed to pieces every time they get to talk to this sweet Princess?<o:p></o:p></span></span></i></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span><b style=""><span style="color: fuchsia; font-family: Verdana;"><o:p><span style="font-size:100%;"> </span></o:p></span></b></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span><b style=""><span style="color: fuchsia; font-family: Verdana;"><span style="font-size:100%;">So the pledge i am making to my Princess here in my blog is that instead of getting my panties all in a bunch next time Princess is enjoying time with another of Her pets or just being a down to earth real life woman doing things like bowling, i am going to remember how much She cares for all of us and how that pet or that Hello Kitty bowling ball deserves its time with Princess too.<span style=""> </span>And when it is my time to be Graced with a call to Princess, i will remember how fortunate i am that She does care so much for this little sissy pet of Hers too! <o:p></o:p></span></span></b></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span><b style=""><span style="color: fuchsia; font-family: Verdana;"><o:p><span style="font-size:100%;"> </span></o:p></span></b></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span><b style=""><span style="color: fuchsia; font-family: Verdana;"><o:p><span style="font-size:100%;"> </span></o:p></span></b></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span><span style="font-size:100%;"><b style=""><span style="color: fuchsia; font-family: Verdana;">Thank You for being my Princess… our Princess and… </span></b><b style=""><span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 102); font-family: Verdana;">THE PRINCESS!<o:p></o:p></span></b></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span><b style=""><span style="color: fuchsia; font-family: Verdana;"><o:p><span style="font-size:100%;"> </span></o:p></span></b></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span><b style=""><span style="color: fuchsia; font-family: Verdana;"><span style="font-size:100%;">Your adoring pet… pantysue!<o:p></o:p></span></span></b></span></p>PSO Goddesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07048748807759998239noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5805083058015575054.post-21183590848538445902008-02-13T16:02:00.001-08:002008-02-13T16:06:30.531-08:00Starting to Snap…....<span><span style="color:#800040;"><b style=""><span style="font-size: 14pt; font-family: 'Bradley Hand ITC';">Day 7…</span></b><span style="font-size: 14pt; font-family: 'Bradley Hand ITC';"><span style=""> </span>Princess, thank You so much for the picture of You.<span style=""> </span>You are so right…It really helps to take my mind off being locked away when i stare at pictures like this and listen to Your MP3’s!<o:p></o:p></span></span></span><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhYbLVMbSEIPQ2i0m-URb4wfZ_vdO5dRr5peYNpG3yzLwNPcOX46YgH5df3j5W4dMOFX6Dxiz5LbgjmZdYnKJkZdFW9jrKom-naFJ55Dsq74PfqehDAThl82AGIB9ZwyP4cLileQTLe7HiU/s1600-h/1.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhYbLVMbSEIPQ2i0m-URb4wfZ_vdO5dRr5peYNpG3yzLwNPcOX46YgH5df3j5W4dMOFX6Dxiz5LbgjmZdYnKJkZdFW9jrKom-naFJ55Dsq74PfqehDAThl82AGIB9ZwyP4cLileQTLe7HiU/s320/1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166619925984834514" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-size: 14pt; font-family: 'Bradley Hand ITC';"><span><span style="color:#800040;">And Princess, here is the photo of Your little prisoner to prove once again that i am Your obedient pet:<o:p></o:p></span></span></span><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhlm7-zXhAH2TQycdYPjTGpM14r_72jPygHqxVctpBGhD_wH4xwQZSdavVn_NiQ7qPreO07EJq7Xj_jH5Ey76MvQS2-BAW3f52KZ2FKMVrBYmWZmms1yWKHiTDVBDniIxpVtPLXtda0fFxv/s1600-h/2.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhlm7-zXhAH2TQycdYPjTGpM14r_72jPygHqxVctpBGhD_wH4xwQZSdavVn_NiQ7qPreO07EJq7Xj_jH5Ey76MvQS2-BAW3f52KZ2FKMVrBYmWZmms1yWKHiTDVBDniIxpVtPLXtda0fFxv/s320/2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166619870150259650" border="0" /></a><br /><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-size: 14pt; font-family: 'Bradley Hand ITC';"><span><span style="color:#800040;">You see Princess is having me email Her every morning with a picture of my locked cage showing the keyholder number and the dateline from that morning’s USA Today to make sure that i am not sneaking in a stroke or two on Her. <o:p></o:p></span></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-size: 14pt; font-family: 'Bradley Hand ITC';"><o:p><span><span style="color:#800040;"> </span></span></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-size: 14pt; font-family: 'Bradley Hand ITC';"><span><span style="color:#800040;">This is day 7 of who knows how many.<span style=""> </span>But those of you who know this wonderful Princess know how much She tries to make Her pets comfortable in difficult situations like this.<span style=""> </span>In fact last night She told me to relax and watch a movie She thought i would enjoy.<span style=""> You were right Princess, </span>“Owned & Opened” is my type of chick film! <o:p></o:p></span></span></span></p><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjW-ZCMeE7rB53_u_eNUnHXQUJPCb0I-vlMQwjqb0PBtLJENMf-B8NDaLymTJA8PVFiqkQa7rHFeunBLHlwa46fV2XfWx5I7Us9WG-ST_mT4sOxPcp5n5XUKpegygZAGCtKE2lCkzU2rlli/s1600-h/3.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjW-ZCMeE7rB53_u_eNUnHXQUJPCb0I-vlMQwjqb0PBtLJENMf-B8NDaLymTJA8PVFiqkQa7rHFeunBLHlwa46fV2XfWx5I7Us9WG-ST_mT4sOxPcp5n5XUKpegygZAGCtKE2lCkzU2rlli/s320/3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166619784250913714" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-size: 14pt; font-family: 'Bradley Hand ITC';"><span><span style="color:#800040;">And the night before last Princess took me on a virtual shopping trip.<span style=""> </span>Nothing like wandering through cyberspace with Princess picking out pretty bras and panties She likes when all the while that darn cage just seems to keep shrinking as you look at those gorgeous lingerie models.<span style=""> </span>Princess had so many ideas of what She thought i would look cute in, but it was so sweet of Her to actually suggest we get Hers and he(rs) chemises for Valentines Day. How adorable is this? Yours should be cumming soon Princess, even though i prolly won't!<o:p></o:p></span></span></span><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjDES0yUjdxcNri3x6ljutrSRdTe0O2w-8EBfKGFpLO2d8YqoBJRP1vBhCb-baL3OibpOJG_nHg0q3jmZCdg5jrPJLYcZWYoRENpKTjVzH4H_8LHJwjdTYum9CFMqqhimpyVWB5yJfQcZk9/s1600-h/4.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjDES0yUjdxcNri3x6ljutrSRdTe0O2w-8EBfKGFpLO2d8YqoBJRP1vBhCb-baL3OibpOJG_nHg0q3jmZCdg5jrPJLYcZWYoRENpKTjVzH4H_8LHJwjdTYum9CFMqqhimpyVWB5yJfQcZk9/s320/4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166619719826404258" border="0" /></a><br /><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-size: 14pt; font-family: 'Bradley Hand ITC';"><span><span style="color:#800040;">Although i am beginning to near the breaking point, i know that things will be a little easier tonight… Princess wanted me to do something special for myself for being such a good little pet for these seven days, so She said She thinks i deserve to get a lap dance tonight! <o:p></o:p></span></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-size: 14pt; font-family: 'Bradley Hand ITC';"><o:p><span><span style="color:#800040;"> </span></span></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-size: 14pt; font-family: 'Bradley Hand ITC';"><span><span style="color:#800040;">Sure Princess… that’ll help!!!!!!<b><span style="color: black;"><o:p></o:p></span></b></span></span></span></p>PSO Goddesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07048748807759998239noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5805083058015575054.post-32870101088505018112008-01-15T19:39:00.000-08:002008-01-15T19:51:49.964-08:00Who Needs Football?<div align="center"><span style="color:#000000;">As much as i love the holiday season with Christmas, New Years, skiing, my birthday and football to enjoy, it also means i don’t get any time to spend with my beloved Princess. This has been the longest i have been away from Her since… well, since forever! i am soooooooo hoping that She will honor me with some time this evening. Just take a look at this perfect vision of a </span><a href="http://www.strokeprincess.com/"><span style="color:#000000;">Stroke Princess</span></a><span style="color:#000000;">…</span><br /><br /><br /></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjGgiGsSGGe1i_iRQe0ESHshIb_dmTw9h8QJL6c4FSfu1cG69U-L3Y7j_RWg4lbCacr__jDNXvLWgJvlmEymeBLf5mjdAreTF6Io-tK2g6MUfREisteuwIC7uzd7fNVBT2KTxoWwXM7ni8D/s1600-h/princesscheer.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155914022627783202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjGgiGsSGGe1i_iRQe0ESHshIb_dmTw9h8QJL6c4FSfu1cG69U-L3Y7j_RWg4lbCacr__jDNXvLWgJvlmEymeBLf5mjdAreTF6Io-tK2g6MUfREisteuwIC7uzd7fNVBT2KTxoWwXM7ni8D/s320/princesscheer.jpg" border="0" /> <p align="center"></a><br /><br /><strong>Who needs Football when you could play in<br /><br />Princess Grace’s BCS (Big Cock Stroke) Championship!<br /></strong><br /><br /><br />i do want to thank all of my friends from Cum-unity Kink Chat who have helped keep me sane while i have been going through Princess withdrawals these long cold winter weeks… my sweet sis jemmie, billy bear, pothead, lucky, ace, Mike, shrimpy, asia (go Sens), tifffy and krissi… and then there is chastie whose chained saga was wonderful to follow (hope Princess doesn’t get any ideas though)… and cg, serena, little giselle, Kc, kel, worthlessdick and Frank… i never realized i had so many friends!... and of course Lisa whose pictures are an inspiration to sissies everywhere!<br /><br /><br />As much as i love chatting with all of you… if i am not in chat tonight, maybe, just maybe, Princess is rooting for me with Her favorite cheer …<br /><br /><br /><strong><em>Rah, rah, rah<br /><br />Sissy boobs and bra<br /><br />pantysue’s in her cock cage<br /><br />Awww poor baby… Awww!<br /><br /></em></strong><br /><br /><strong>Goooooooooooo Princess!!!!!</strong><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></p>PSO Goddesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07048748807759998239noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5805083058015575054.post-1543967000982443112007-12-20T13:44:00.000-08:002007-12-20T13:46:10.628-08:00The Night Before Christmas!<div> <h1 style="margin: auto 0in; text-align: center;" align="center"><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"><span style="color: rgb(227, 4, 27);">THE NIGHT BEFORE CHRISTMAS<br /></span><i><span style="font-size: 12pt; color: green;">by pantysue</span></i></span></h1><br /><br /><h3 style="margin: auto 0in; text-align: center;" align="center"><span style="color: rgb(21, 91, 62);"><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;">'Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the place<br /><br />Not a creature was stirring, not even ace;<br /><br />The stockings were hung by the chimney with care,<br /><br />In hopes that Ms. Grace soon would be there;<br /><br />Her pets were nestled all snug in their beds,<br /><br />While visions of Princess danced in their heads;<br /><br />And jem in her cage, and i in mine too,<br /><br />Were snapping the way that a breadstick would do,<br /><br />When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter,<br /><br />We all sprang up to see what was the matter.<o:p></o:p></span></span></h3> <h3 style="margin: auto 0in; text-align: center;" align="center"><span style="color: rgb(21, 91, 62);"><br /><br /><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;">Away to the window we threw up the sash,<br /><br />Tore open our nighties and our cocks we did flash.<br /><br />The moon on the breast of that vision below<br /><br />Gave a luster to Her as pure as new snow.<br /><br />When, what to my wondering eyes should i see,<br /><br />But a miniature sleigh, and eight locks with a key,<br /><br />And a gorgeous driver, with the most beautiful face,<br /><br />I knew in a moment it must be Ms. Grace.<o:p></o:p></span></span></h3> <h3 style="margin: auto 0in; text-align: center;" align="center"><span style="color: rgb(21, 91, 62);"><br /><br /><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;">More rapidly edging were Her pets as She came,<br /><br />And She whistled, and shouted, and called them by name;<br /><br />"Now, jemmie! now, Billy! now, lucky and you Mikie too!<br /><br />On, shrimpy! on Ace! on, pot and my sweet pantysue!<br /><br />Grab hold of your cocks be they large ones or small!<br /><br />And stroke away! stroke away! stroke away all!"<br /><br />Then suddenly She locked away our balls and our cocks,<br /><br />And made sure each of the cages had the right locks.<o:p></o:p></span></span></h3> <h3 style="margin: auto 0in; text-align: center;" align="center"><span style="color: rgb(21, 91, 62);"><br /><br /><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;">Then up to the house-top to Her coursers She flew,<br /><br />With that sleigh full of keys and our future too.<br /><br />And then, in a twinkling, i knew it would be<br /><br />No more holiday cock stroking for me.<br /><br />As I drew in my hand, and was turning around,<br /><br />Down the chimney our Princess came with a bound.<o:p></o:p></span></span></h3> <h3 style="margin: auto 0in; text-align: center;" align="center"><span style="color: rgb(21, 91, 62);"><br /><br /><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;">She was dressed like a vision, from Her head to Her toes,<br /><br />And my cage began shrinking as my frustration grows;<br /><br />A bundle of sex toys She had flung on Her back,<br /><br />Yes this was the Stroke Princess who had locked up my sack.<br /><br />Her eyes -- how they twinkled! Her nipples how merry!<br /><br />Her ass cheeks were like roses, but i wanted Her cherry!<o:p></o:p></span></span></h3> <h3 style="margin: auto 0in; text-align: center;" align="center"><span style="color: rgb(21, 91, 62);"><br /><br /><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;">Her sweet little thong was drawn up nice and tight,<br /><br />And the beard of Her pussy was trimmed up just right;<br /><br />The stump of my cock She’d locked away in a CB,<br /><br />And the rings that encircled it were pure torture for me;<br /><br />She had a great face and two perfect round boobies,<br /><br />That shook, when She laughed… pothead pass out more doobies.<o:p></o:p></span></span></h3> <h3 style="margin: auto 0in; text-align: center;" align="center"><span style="color: rgb(21, 91, 62);"><br /><br /><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;">She was perfect in shape, a right sexy stroke elf,<br /><br />And i begged when i saw Her, for release for myself;<br /><br />A wink of Her eye and a pat on my head,<br /><br />Soon gave me to know I had nothing to dread;<br /><br />She spoke in that voice that makes Her MP3’s work,<br /><br />i was filled up with cummies; though i could not jerk,<br /><br />And wrapping my cage up in ribbons and bows,<br /><br />She said “awww poor baby” and up the chimney She rose;<br /><br />She sprang to Her sleigh, and to Her pets blew a kiss,<br /><br />And away flew our Princess and the keys we will miss.<o:p></o:p></span></span></h3> <h3 style="margin: auto 0in; text-align: center;" align="center"><span style="color: rgb(21, 91, 62);"><br /><br /><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;">But i heard Her exclaim, ere She drove out of sight,</span></span></h3><h3 style="margin: auto 0in; text-align: center;" align="center"><span style="color: rgb(21, 91, 62);"><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"><br /><br /></span></span><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"><i><span style="font-size: 18pt; color: rgb(227, 4, 27);">"Happy Christmas to all, but no cummies tonight."</span></i> </span></h3></div>PSO Goddesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07048748807759998239noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5805083058015575054.post-34196812458180789882007-12-11T22:54:00.001-08:002007-12-11T22:54:48.154-08:00Dear Mistress Claus......<span style="color:#000000;"><em>Dear Mistress Claus:<br /><br />i am writing You because i don’t think Santa would actually understand my wish list. You see i am a sissy submissive and last time Santa stuffed my stocking with boxers and left power tools under my tree. Please see what You can do to help me out this year!<br /><br />Here is my list:<br /><br />On the first day of Christmas Mistress Claus please give to me…<br />A partridge in a pair tree… don’t know why, but sounds cool<br /><br />On the second day of Christmas Mistress Claus please give to me…<br />Two perfect boobs… because there is nothing better than boobs<br /><br />On the third day of Christmas Mistress Clause please give to me…<br />Three French cut panties… a girl can never have too many panties<br /><br />On the fourth day of Christmas Mistress Claus please give to me…<br />Four of your panties… because that would be even better than 3 of mine<br /><br />On the fifth day of Christmas Mistress Clause please give to me…<br />Five Calls for Free… and i will need that to get through this cold winter<br /><br />On the sixth day of Christmas Mistress Claus please give to me…<br />Six goose jobs i beg you… because no one else will<br /><br />On the seventh day of Christmas Mistress Clause please give to me…<br />Seven swans a swimming… because i want to be like Bjork<br /><br />On the eighth day of Christmas Mistress Clause please give to me…<br />Eight maids a milking… and if i don’t win this contest it might even take ten or more<br /><br />On the ninth day of Christmas Mistress Claus please give to me…<br />Nine ladies dancing… lap dances are sooooo hot! And nine of them!<br /><br />Please note Mistress Claus…<br />if i get this wish i will need fewer of the eight maids a milking!<br /><br />On the tenth day of Christmas Mistress Claus please give to me…<br />Ten lords a leaping… very afraid of what Mistress Claus would do to them<br /><br />On the eleventh day of Christmas Mistress Clause please give to me…<br />Eleven pipers piping… my plumbing does need some rework!<br /><br />On the twelfth day of Christmas Mistress Claus please give to me…<br />Twelve drummers drumming… because i only have ten of my own.</em></span>PSO Goddesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07048748807759998239noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5805083058015575054.post-14731606433017738082007-12-05T10:19:00.001-08:002007-12-05T11:21:14.024-08:00A sissy’s Ordeal to Please her Stroke Princess<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; font-style: italic;font-family:arial;"><span style=";font-size:100%;color:fuchsia;" ><span><br /></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; font-style: italic;font-family:arial;"><span style=";font-size:100%;color:fuchsia;" ><span>i must begin by singing the praises of my Princess. For those of you who have had the good fortune to spend some time with Ms Grace i am certainly preaching to the choir, but for those of you who have not there is nothing that can compare with the <a href="http://psoprincess.blogspot.com/">Stroke Princess</a>.<span style=""> </span>First of all She is absolutely gorgeous… and once Her drop dead figure and seductive smile seduces you in, Her voice will captivate you… captivate you forever!</span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; font-style: italic;font-family:arial;"><br /><span style=";font-size:100%;color:fuchsia;" ><span><o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; font-style: italic;font-family:arial;"><span style=";font-size:100%;color:fuchsia;" ><o:p><span> </span></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style=";font-family:Pristina;font-size:18;color:fuchsia;" ><span><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" >But in addition to wearing my beloved collar right now, i am wearing my Princess’s cage with that cock She owns all locked away under my soft satiny pink panties… and it will be that way this whole week.</span></span><o:p></o:p></span></span></p><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg4z5egznw0i7is2msokCSyFwQ9gq8W3WiuC0OOLPAgKLtzhJa94VEoqYjswzDAvy14MvuSNLepFI0jKgjBN4RajZX0BgyLRd53JK-KGG2xMxNuN0zv8EzwKk848A39R0ES-Tqj60dQN-F6/s1600-h/v1.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg4z5egznw0i7is2msokCSyFwQ9gq8W3WiuC0OOLPAgKLtzhJa94VEoqYjswzDAvy14MvuSNLepFI0jKgjBN4RajZX0BgyLRd53JK-KGG2xMxNuN0zv8EzwKk848A39R0ES-Tqj60dQN-F6/s320/v1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140556242592277922" border="0" /></a><br /><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; font-style: italic;font-family:arial;"><span style=";font-size:100%;color:fuchsia;" ><span>It all began with a call to my <a href="http://psoprincess.blogspot.com/">phone sex Princess</a> last week.<span style=""> </span>She could tell that i wanted and needed to cum, and knowing that i was going to be in Las Vegas this whole week<span style=""> </span>(ironically at the same time Ms Ally and some of the Mistresses were taking their trip) i could tell Princess was tempted to have me prove my devotion to Her by denying me the privilege of cumming, but i got down on my knees and begged.<span style=""> </span>Princess so loves to have me beg and promise to do anything for Her, and She loves to hear me moan like a girl as i cum in ecstasy for Her that She granted my wish.<span style=""> </span>She also gave me permission to cum again on Thanksgiving day… but after that my cock was Her’s again.</span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; font-style: italic;font-family:arial;"><br /><span style=";font-size:100%;color:fuchsia;" ><span><o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; font-style: italic;font-family:arial;"><span style=";font-size:100%;color:fuchsia;" ><o:p><span> </span></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style=";font-family:Pristina;font-size:18;color:fuchsia;" ><span><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;font-size:100%;" >The day after Thanksgiving, my package arrived and in it was my new lock box.</span><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;font-size:100%;" > </span><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;font-size:100%;" >So i mailed my other key off to Princess knowing i was going to be Her captive pet until She felt i had earned the right by pleasing Her with the teasing and tormenting i was going to endure in Vegas…</span><o:p></o:p></span></span></p><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiKNfs7Blou5JZR-qLCs8sSr8B1IvuYENaGYtjNcatIbyGQrZObNCG9bSlqBbBh0XFSxQsQvKADaMMbLtEoo4PlSFCcjf5XIkx0sPpHM4-LODxX7P2OAs60l2F1YPtcAEQtvnz4n7yWMqmE/s1600-h/v2.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiKNfs7Blou5JZR-qLCs8sSr8B1IvuYENaGYtjNcatIbyGQrZObNCG9bSlqBbBh0XFSxQsQvKADaMMbLtEoo4PlSFCcjf5XIkx0sPpHM4-LODxX7P2OAs60l2F1YPtcAEQtvnz4n7yWMqmE/s320/v2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140556182462735762" border="0" /></a><br /><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; font-style: italic;font-family:arial;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><b style=""><span style="color:fuchsia;">Day 4 of Denial: “Boobs, boobs and more boobs”</span></b></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; font-style: italic;font-family:arial;"><br /><span style="font-size:100%;"><b style=""><span style="color:fuchsia;"><o:p></o:p></span></b></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; font-style: italic;font-family:arial;"><span style=";font-size:100%;color:fuchsia;" ><o:p><span> </span></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style=";font-family:Pristina;font-size:18;color:fuchsia;" ><span><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" >Anyone who has ever been locked away knows the pleasure of truly giving oneself to their Mistress, but with only Princess knowing the combination, She had complete and total control of me. And i had to watch Monday night football in the cocktail lounge with those beautiful waitresses running around in those tight outfits and ohhhh the cleavage… i knew the pain and frustration of wearing this cage was only just beginning.</span></span> <o:p></o:p></span></span></p><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5-2PFmyzzPwzV8ghq8TapMEBQuzqGB2iCe7ZEcP1Ct6tvFMtAZ-WxGZwmk1EUgBMKntChvMH7P1es-Ime8-NtNU2JXdDcglzgRrDSndd8pEiaitA2G-TpQYxMjJbBKXwAk7jX89KFbe5c/s1600-h/v3.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5-2PFmyzzPwzV8ghq8TapMEBQuzqGB2iCe7ZEcP1Ct6tvFMtAZ-WxGZwmk1EUgBMKntChvMH7P1es-Ime8-NtNU2JXdDcglzgRrDSndd8pEiaitA2G-TpQYxMjJbBKXwAk7jX89KFbe5c/s320/v3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140556135218095490" border="0" /></a><br /><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; font-style: italic;font-family:arial;"><span style=";font-size:100%;color:fuchsia;" ><span>And the hotel even has artwork like this on the walls as if there weren’t enough real or otherwise ones bouncing around this place.</span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; font-style: italic;font-family:arial;"><br /><span style=";font-size:100%;color:fuchsia;" ><span> <o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; font-style: italic;font-family:arial;"><span style=";font-size:100%;color:fuchsia;" ><o:p><span> </span></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style=";font-family:Pristina;font-size:18;color:fuchsia;" ><span><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;font-size:100%;" >Then i get a chance to chat with my Princess… the owner of my cock.</span><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;font-size:100%;" > </span><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;font-size:100%;" >She can sense the agony Her pet is going through and decides to help out by sending me this picture…</span><o:p></o:p></span></span></p><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjiBp-SVrvCK2Wi1ueNyWJPpa1wbGg1hEhlZ5vlxT2aVJzPOU8ACivGkJxlwxyBDEogliy_8bMjVcJB8aDvY1yNZtHnNhmox33RRr1id60hh2Lvzhm71oMiXgj8SqctiOHNG6ZIxvXnavRU/s1600-h/v4.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjiBp-SVrvCK2Wi1ueNyWJPpa1wbGg1hEhlZ5vlxT2aVJzPOU8ACivGkJxlwxyBDEogliy_8bMjVcJB8aDvY1yNZtHnNhmox33RRr1id60hh2Lvzhm71oMiXgj8SqctiOHNG6ZIxvXnavRU/s320/v4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140556006369076578" border="0" /></a><br /><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; font-style: italic;font-family:arial;"><span style=";font-size:100%;color:fuchsia;" ><span>Like that was going to help!<span style=""> </span>And all i hear from Her is “awwwww poor baby!”<span style=""> </span>i am sure i am going to hear that a lot this week.<span style=""> </span>As if staring at Her beautiful image while listening to Her voice weren’t enough for one evening, Princess decided that i should order a special movie on the hotel TV and fall asleep watching it.<span style=""> </span>That’s my Princess always looking for a new way to make this ordeal even more agonizing.</span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; font-style: italic;font-family:arial;"><br /><span style=";font-size:100%;color:fuchsia;" ><span><o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; font-style: italic;font-family:arial;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><b style=""><span style="color:fuchsia;"><o:p> </o:p></span></b></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; font-style: italic;font-family:arial;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><b style=""><span style="color:fuchsia;">Day 5 of Denial: “Dancing with the Stars”<o:p></o:p></span></b></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; font-style: italic;font-family:arial;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><b style=""><span style="color:fuchsia;"><o:p> </o:p></span></b></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style=";font-family:Pristina;font-size:18;color:fuchsia;" ><span><span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;" ><span style="font-style: italic;">Well Princess had a fun bit of homework for me tonight, knowing that there were a few strip clubs in Vegas. She wanted me to get another of those lap dances wearing my cage. So obediently i went of to the original and still the best club in Vegas, the Olympic Garden…and i was to take one of those little blue pills before i went.</span></span><o:p></o:p></span></span></p><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6HUkpax4j_WioIFuku5GR46cwHBCA9zCwwdXtdpRfpR-6-HmGynYpnf4J7qy0MxWZ7VoZ3e7qnxE7smuNkwxomDovoJRtoCSe98r99r5teExxJ04JgPNIgM3zj5hKJSx7zeyBi09-aM05/s1600-h/v5.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6HUkpax4j_WioIFuku5GR46cwHBCA9zCwwdXtdpRfpR-6-HmGynYpnf4J7qy0MxWZ7VoZ3e7qnxE7smuNkwxomDovoJRtoCSe98r99r5teExxJ04JgPNIgM3zj5hKJSx7zeyBi09-aM05/s320/v5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140555963419403602" border="0" /></a><br /><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; font-style: italic;font-family:arial;"><span style=";font-size:100%;color:fuchsia;" ><span>Nicolette was nice enough to sit down next to me.<span style=""> </span>A very pretty blond who offered to take me to the VIP Room and give me a private dance.<span style=""> </span>i knew i had to tell her about the cage and she said she had never heard of such a thing… but after thinking about it for a minute or two said, “you know, I may have to try that lockup thing on someone myself sometime”.</span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; font-style: italic;font-family:arial;"><br /><span style=";font-size:100%;color:fuchsia;" ><span><span style=""> </span><o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; font-style: italic;font-family:arial;"><span style=";font-size:100%;color:fuchsia;" ><o:p><span> </span></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; font-style: italic;font-family:arial;"><span style=";font-size:100%;color:fuchsia;" ><span>The music started and before i knew it her soft sweet boobs were in my face… she placed her nipples ever so close to my mouth just teasing me exactly the way i am sure Princess was hoping… rubbing my cage with her leg.<span style=""> </span>Then she slides down squeezing my cage between her breasts… damn this cage!<span style=""> </span>And then she unbuttons my shirt, reaches in and pinched my nipples!<span style=""> </span>i don’t think Princess would have guessed that would happen to Her lucky pet (cha-ching).<o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; font-style: italic;font-family:arial;"><span style=";font-size:100%;color:fuchsia;" ><o:p><span> </span></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; font-style: italic;font-family:arial;"><span style=";font-size:100%;color:fuchsia;" ><span>As if having this happen once wasn’t torture enough, to get into the VIP Room, you pay for 3 dances… and after the second dance with those delicious boobs in my face i had to tell her how nice it was to feel such sweet supple real breasts… and damn did i want this cage off!<span style=""> </span>She just giggled, a little like Princess would.<span style=""> </span>i think she was actually starting to enjoy knowing she was tormenting me in that way.</span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; font-style: italic;font-family:arial;"><br /><span style=";font-size:100%;color:fuchsia;" ><span><o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; font-style: italic;font-family:arial;"><span style=";font-size:100%;color:fuchsia;" ><o:p><span> </span></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; font-style: italic;font-family:arial;"><span style=";font-size:100%;color:fuchsia;" ><span>After the third dance i was ready to explode!<span style=""> </span>The club would not allow pictures, so to prove that i was there i asked her if she would mind helping me send a message to Princess.<span style=""> </span>i started to write “I loved dancing on his cage” but she said “I loved dancing on his locked up cock” sounded better and then signed it Nicolette!</span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; font-style: italic;font-family:arial;"><br /><span style=";font-size:100%;color:fuchsia;" ><span><o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; font-style: italic;font-family:arial;"><span style=";font-size:100%;color:fuchsia;" ><span style=""><span> </span></span><o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; font-style: italic;font-family:arial;"><span style=";font-size:100%;color:fuchsia;" ><span>This was also to be another night of tease and torment with Princess who laughed Her sweet ass off as i told Her about my experience with Nicolette.<span style=""> </span>And just to make things even more difficult Princess decided i needed to listen to “Hiccup” while looking at Her photo gallery after She hung up…<span style=""> </span>And then for good measure after that i had to watch another of those movies.<span style=""> </span><o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; font-style: italic;font-family:arial;"><span style=";font-size:100%;color:fuchsia;" ><o:p><span> </span></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; font-style: italic;font-family:arial;"><span style=";font-size:100%;color:fuchsia;" ><span>my darn cage was getting smaller and smaller!</span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; font-style: italic;font-family:arial;"><br /><span style=";font-size:100%;color:fuchsia;" ><span><o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; font-style: italic;font-family:arial;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><b style=""><span style="color:fuchsia;"><o:p> </o:p></span></b></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; font-style: italic;font-family:arial;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><b style=""><span style="color:fuchsia;">Day 6 of Denial: “Pussies and boobies and asses, Oh my!”</span></b></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; font-style: italic;font-family:arial;"><br /><span style="font-size:100%;"><b style=""><span style="color:fuchsia;"><o:p></o:p></span></b></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; font-style: italic;font-family:arial;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><b style=""><span style="color:fuchsia;"><o:p> </o:p></span></b></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; font-style: italic;font-family:arial;"><span style=";font-size:100%;color:fuchsia;" ><span>In that way only the Stroke Princess can, She came up with a new game to today… a scavenger hunt called “Pussies and boobies and asses, Oh my!” where i was to search around the hotel today and find ten things that <b style=""><u>really excited me</u></b>.<span style=""> </span>Then i was to post pictures of them right here for Princess and everyone to see.<span style=""> </span>Well here they are!<o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; font-style: italic;font-family:arial;"><span style=";font-size:100%;color:fuchsia;" ><o:p><span> </span></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; font-style: italic;font-family:arial;"><span style=";font-size:100%;color:fuchsia;" ><span>This first one is kind of cheating, but after listening to Hiccup and watching Princess’s slide show, here is something that really excites me…</span></span></p><br /><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center;"><br /></p><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.mindfucktress.com/Hunger.mp3"><span><u><span style=";font-family:Pristina;font-size:18;color:fuchsia;" ></span></u></span></a><span><u><a title="http://www.mindfucktress.com/Hunger.mp3"><span style="color: rgb(96, 100, 32);">http://www.mindfucktress.com/Hunger.mp3</span></a></u></span><br /></div><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style=";font-family:Pristina;font-size:18;color:fuchsia;" ><span><o:p></o:p></span></span></p><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEix807pXuSeURvPKwQgHFkKie8zo500FNcVwKQmWpxoJUY6cAMFrzT0P1XFG2qXHvjAcuZRg4dsCHCGexOhhBboi4OCtabA0bEFHJZnmVdBfvolnpaqYBXRwHdgxZ9asZLCv28iKSx2znOy/s1600-h/v6.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEix807pXuSeURvPKwQgHFkKie8zo500FNcVwKQmWpxoJUY6cAMFrzT0P1XFG2qXHvjAcuZRg4dsCHCGexOhhBboi4OCtabA0bEFHJZnmVdBfvolnpaqYBXRwHdgxZ9asZLCv28iKSx2znOy/s320/v6.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140555920469730626" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /></span><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; font-style: italic;font-family:arial;"><span style=";font-size:100%;color:fuchsia;" ><span>Okay… isn’t She just the cutest Princess?</span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; font-style: italic;font-family:arial;"><br /><span style=";font-size:100%;color:fuchsia;" ><span><span style=""> </span><o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; font-style: italic;font-family:arial;"><span style=";font-size:100%;color:fuchsia;" ><o:p><span> </span></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style=";font-family:Pristina;font-size:18;color:fuchsia;" ><span><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" >And aren’t these just the cutest panties?</span></span><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;font-size:100%;" > </span><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" >i know how much Princess loves Hello Kitty so when i saw these i knew i just had to get them!</span></span><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;font-size:100%;" > </span><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" >Panties excite me so… especially these Sweetie Pie ones since this is about as close to my Sweetie Pie Princess’s purrrrfect pussy as i will ever get!</span></span><o:p></o:p></span></span></p><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhgzMJkmtDYYp1HtUnsWGUAISWLPU2R0Et-OJvHTGPkP20gevvPrU2fTmKG_e8PC9M6AE3uXzyemSMLaY3uJa2bWtNAjIEU7FoVoviiuXBPMlZ9bR8OvePL48uoGLXAEFa75QWsKtDZ6Mxw/s1600-h/v7.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhgzMJkmtDYYp1HtUnsWGUAISWLPU2R0Et-OJvHTGPkP20gevvPrU2fTmKG_e8PC9M6AE3uXzyemSMLaY3uJa2bWtNAjIEU7FoVoviiuXBPMlZ9bR8OvePL48uoGLXAEFa75QWsKtDZ6Mxw/s320/v7.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140555877520057650" border="0" /></a><span style=";font-family:Pristina;font-size:18;color:fuchsia;" ><span><span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;" ><span style="font-style: italic;">Oh and then yes… nice boobs excite me!</span></span><o:p></o:p></span></span><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEha2iOLT4pVx0KM7IiSgcz5hgThzg_I6rMZ7DtI8q20X4XcmKSaU-noL28sFgPzH5zlxXv_OT2Qw3HGlxi47tGg-kAnlYFN03ApsXmlyDs17KysTDUJecTlcyVh2namlDeh7LYuC0PJ39Nq/s1600-h/v8.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEha2iOLT4pVx0KM7IiSgcz5hgThzg_I6rMZ7DtI8q20X4XcmKSaU-noL28sFgPzH5zlxXv_OT2Qw3HGlxi47tGg-kAnlYFN03ApsXmlyDs17KysTDUJecTlcyVh2namlDeh7LYuC0PJ39Nq/s320/v8.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140555830275417378" border="0" /></a><span style=";font-family:Pristina;font-size:18;color:fuchsia;" ><span><span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;" ><span style="font-style: italic;">They really excite me…</span></span><o:p></o:p></span></span><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgROlchb0AUalT6ieq80Uvjl99pzKpTJxltkSO8Q-PvOHXhXCmBrkq591yRu93B2hF7C7hAUOAALyeTfcf9j54L9i51QVAuHCSYU6dqjxFFyTNDd32iZqIapsnUY0Q6lU-1g5tTAj9KOaTD/s1600-h/v9.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgROlchb0AUalT6ieq80Uvjl99pzKpTJxltkSO8Q-PvOHXhXCmBrkq591yRu93B2hF7C7hAUOAALyeTfcf9j54L9i51QVAuHCSYU6dqjxFFyTNDd32iZqIapsnUY0Q6lU-1g5tTAj9KOaTD/s320/v9.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140555778735809810" border="0" /></a><br /><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; font-style: italic;font-family:arial;"><span style=";font-size:100%;color:fuchsia;" ><span>Princess made it clear that a picture of a pair of great boobs doesn’t count as two items in our game so on i went…</span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; font-style: italic;font-family:arial;"><br /><span style=";font-size:100%;color:fuchsia;" ><span><o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; font-style: italic;font-family:arial;"><span style=";font-size:100%;color:fuchsia;" ><o:p><span> </span></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style=";font-family:Pristina;font-size:18;color:fuchsia;" ><span><span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;" ><span style="font-style: italic;">Money excites me…</span></span><o:p></o:p></span></span></p><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiksZT8CUN_R1KNMF2-LkQe95WcCx7QrkoTMmvSsqZsN4Su2jUTosvJrkh33fHU4EtcjG_HwiKWlvIiob6VRJHW_SCoyorPqldCJYOGFtaaWylJl4aGMT99rCARZ6QooPtgaUpBJJ9CAlTL/s1600-h/v10.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiksZT8CUN_R1KNMF2-LkQe95WcCx7QrkoTMmvSsqZsN4Su2jUTosvJrkh33fHU4EtcjG_HwiKWlvIiob6VRJHW_SCoyorPqldCJYOGFtaaWylJl4aGMT99rCARZ6QooPtgaUpBJJ9CAlTL/s320/v10.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140555727196202242" border="0" /></a><span style=";font-family:Pristina;font-size:18;color:fuchsia;" ><span><span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;" ><span style="font-style: italic;">And this one was actually quite unexpected, but they had women giving messages… that excites me!</span></span><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;font-size:100%;" > </span><span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;" ><span style="font-style: italic;">And boy was she great!</span></span><o:p></o:p></span></span><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhcV8IYWeGJ4q44DSZ_W7McDsgq_aTnrQa6PHFcGGcTZtKPjqS8psYetCbqaFke6wBxYUwuD_kjsgdTLsB78ukVNNXqaqPNQNy5j089y6RQZGGA4j-h1vqwdfCQ-uCbku-etNMu-fe9oRkE/s1600-h/v11.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhcV8IYWeGJ4q44DSZ_W7McDsgq_aTnrQa6PHFcGGcTZtKPjqS8psYetCbqaFke6wBxYUwuD_kjsgdTLsB78ukVNNXqaqPNQNy5j089y6RQZGGA4j-h1vqwdfCQ-uCbku-etNMu-fe9oRkE/s320/v11.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140555594052216034" border="0" /></a><span style=";font-family:Pristina;font-size:18;color:fuchsia;" ><span><span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;" ><span style="font-style: italic;">Now this one is a little more difficult to explain… this woman had absolutely great boobs too but what excited me most was that she smelled so great.</span></span><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;font-size:100%;" > </span><span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;" ><span style="font-style: italic;">i just had to walk behind her to breathe it in.</span></span><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;font-size:100%;" > </span><span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;" ><span style="font-style: italic;">And the tight satin blouse with bra lines showing and her ass moving as she walked didn’t hurt when it came to raising the excitement level.</span></span><o:p></o:p></span></span><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjkTGE0gEN6oYkflV9jkSLMCsGkp2JwAp-fClEE1aj-hP_9vnLAVQJC-CYJjmqK1nOBT5djLz5yYAlLd0BT5i-9Lxx4oDjVQt2145xg1mnFcvS3CIO-3SgomQavo_6HnqOcB_-owrmBJceQ/s1600-h/v12.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjkTGE0gEN6oYkflV9jkSLMCsGkp2JwAp-fClEE1aj-hP_9vnLAVQJC-CYJjmqK1nOBT5djLz5yYAlLd0BT5i-9Lxx4oDjVQt2145xg1mnFcvS3CIO-3SgomQavo_6HnqOcB_-owrmBJceQ/s320/v12.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140555538217641170" border="0" /></a><span style="font-style: italic; font-family: arial;font-family:Pristina;font-size:100%;color:fuchsia;" ><span>And did i mention great boobs excite me… okay this was from a trip over to the <st1:place st="on">Rio</st1:place>, but they have the greatest cocktail waitress outfits!</span></span><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg4Ycv_vzZPSGTRC6O7YYsiPq5f9FR2tEfBjAyKN6ykkniKsoOFsZ8M27x-UxQ2Zdk0FLNYl2VjNu0PyseujMoMt8RRy_R2ttrrKB3ONJeUIMaG3Uq9YanhGX0A_KJDONWgW874YoRXXp-D/s1600-h/v13.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg4Ycv_vzZPSGTRC6O7YYsiPq5f9FR2tEfBjAyKN6ykkniKsoOFsZ8M27x-UxQ2Zdk0FLNYl2VjNu0PyseujMoMt8RRy_R2ttrrKB3ONJeUIMaG3Uq9YanhGX0A_KJDONWgW874YoRXXp-D/s320/v13.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140555465203197122" border="0" /></a><span style="font-style: italic; font-family: arial;font-family:Pristina;font-size:100%;color:fuchsia;" ><span>And just reading the Glamour Magazine Princess had me buy, i must confess a pretty lingerie ad excites me…</span></span><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhzJUdngN-8eFfYVVISkCQfffAtvOvvJl9A9jZDM-D3Il3OERZDxUwK6_rP5d9RxhR4LkSU0C4AZ6w8KYXJ827nCcYzNzDAKLRdhxG1ebqGknzGbXQJu4mGj84uYPDoZ-Ds3-ntqb4SUW1q/s1600-h/v14.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhzJUdngN-8eFfYVVISkCQfffAtvOvvJl9A9jZDM-D3Il3OERZDxUwK6_rP5d9RxhR4LkSU0C4AZ6w8KYXJ827nCcYzNzDAKLRdhxG1ebqGknzGbXQJu4mGj84uYPDoZ-Ds3-ntqb4SUW1q/s320/v14.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140555417958556850" border="0" /></a><span style=";font-family:Pristina;font-size:18;color:fuchsia;" ><span><span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;" ><span style="font-style: italic;">And finally… the thing that absolutely excites me the most!</span></span><o:p></o:p></span></span><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhV8OX2KXA7s-hR4RRpGJ3_sbvWkiONJX-P4d5zEZmgqQpJBtzsdTgRJ6EUshFAuav64b_uXSK2Qhjij-a26fal0zfPUSqSpVXOy_wlld-MuA1YoZ5z5SAI40N1ppj0RsWrRxjQ2dsdfG4X/s1600-h/v15.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhV8OX2KXA7s-hR4RRpGJ3_sbvWkiONJX-P4d5zEZmgqQpJBtzsdTgRJ6EUshFAuav64b_uXSK2Qhjij-a26fal0zfPUSqSpVXOy_wlld-MuA1YoZ5z5SAI40N1ppj0RsWrRxjQ2dsdfG4X/s320/v15.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140555353534047394" border="0" /></a><br /><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; font-style: italic;font-family:arial;"><span style=";font-size:100%;color:fuchsia;" ><span>The evening of Day 6 began with a bubble bath, candles, soft music and a glass of wine while i read Glamour.<span style=""> </span>Princess wanted me to calm myself down and get more femme for our call.<span style=""> </span>But that didn’t last long… just hearing Princess’s voice again brought back the torment and wanting and needing.<span style=""> </span>And as She left me for one more night of restless sleep i was told to worship Her picture and listen to “Hiccup” and “Hunger” before i was allowed to fall to sleep.</span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; font-style: italic;font-family:arial;"><br /><span style=";font-size:100%;color:fuchsia;" ><span><o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; font-style: italic;font-family:arial;"><span style=";font-size:100%;color:fuchsia;" ><o:p><span> </span></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; font-style: italic;font-family:arial;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><b style=""><span style="color:fuchsia;">Day 7 of Denial: “Snap like a Breadstick!”</span></b></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; font-style: italic;font-family:arial;"><br /><span style="font-size:100%;"><b style=""><span style="color:fuchsia;"><o:p></o:p></span></b></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; font-style: italic;font-family:arial;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><b style=""><span style="color:fuchsia;"><o:p> </o:p></span></b></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; font-style: italic;font-family:arial;"><span style=";font-size:100%;color:fuchsia;" ><span>When i finally heard Princess’s voice the morning of Day 7 She was just laughing at me, so proud of Herself!<span style=""> </span>“This is what jemmie and I call snapping like a breadstick,” She said. <span style=""> </span>“All those moans and whimpers… awwww My poor baby!<span style=""> </span>you’ve never been like this before have you?”<o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; font-style: italic;font-family:arial;"><span style=";font-size:100%;color:fuchsia;" ><o:p><span> </span></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; font-style: italic;font-family:arial;"><span style=";font-size:100%;color:fuchsia;" ><span>“You don’t know the half of it Princess.<span style=""> </span>i woke up three times and listened to Your MP3’s. The first time it was Relax for Me.”<o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; font-style: italic;font-family:arial;"><span style=";font-size:100%;color:fuchsia;" ><span>“Well that should have helped,” Princess offered.<o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; font-style: italic;font-family:arial;"><span style=";font-size:100%;color:fuchsia;" ><span>“Until the end Princess, when You tell me to start stroking!”<o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; font-style: italic;font-family:arial;"><span style=";font-size:100%;color:fuchsia;" ><span>::::Giggles:::: “Awwwww, poor baby!”</span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; font-style: italic;font-family:arial;"><br /><span style=";font-size:100%;color:fuchsia;" ><span><o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; font-style: italic;font-family:arial;"><span style=";font-size:100%;color:fuchsia;" ><span>“And then i listened to ‘Little Prisoner’ and ‘Locked away Forever’.<span style=""> </span>After that i just grabbed my pillow curled up in the fetal position and began wanting and needing even more. And then Princess, i actually got so desperate that i called Your phone number and begged on Your answering machine.”</span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; font-style: italic;font-family:arial;"><br /><span style=";font-size:100%;color:fuchsia;" ><span><o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; font-style: italic;font-family:arial;"><span style=";font-size:100%;color:fuchsia;" ><span>“I can’t wait to hear that… you really did snap like a breadstick!”</span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; font-style: italic;font-family:arial;"><br /><span style=";font-size:100%;color:fuchsia;" ><span><o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; font-style: italic;font-family:arial;"><span style=";font-size:100%;color:fuchsia;" ><o:p><span> </span></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; font-style: italic;font-family:arial;"><span style=";font-size:100%;color:fuchsia;" ><span>Well Princess did tease and torment me some more, but after i got down on my knees and begged my Princess to please give me the combination, promising to do ANYTHING for Her, She finally gave me the three numbers… “Zero… Zero… Zero… The amount of times you have been able to cum this week.<span style=""> </span>Pretty simple wasn’t it!”</span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; font-style: italic;font-family:arial;"><br /><span style=";font-size:100%;color:fuchsia;" ><span><o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; font-style: italic;font-family:arial;"><span style=";font-size:100%;color:fuchsia;" ><o:p><span> </span></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; font-style: italic;font-family:arial;"><span style=";font-size:100%;color:fuchsia;" ><span>i was shaking so that i could hardly line up the three zeros… but it didn’t open.<span style=""> </span>“Princess!”<span style=""> </span>i thought She was just teasing me.<span style=""> </span>“Silly, don’t line it up by the reset, they line up at the bottom.”<span style=""> </span>i fumbled around with the numbers again listening to those royal giggles and finally got them lined up, but it still didn’t open!<span style=""> </span>i was scared to death when finally i saw what Princess meant and lined them up along the lines at the ridge.<span style=""> </span>That click was the sweetest sound i had ever heard!</span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; font-style: italic;font-family:arial;"><br /><span style=";font-size:100%;color:fuchsia;" ><span><o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; font-style: italic;font-family:arial;"><span style=";font-size:100%;color:fuchsia;" ><o:p><span> </span></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; font-style: italic;font-family:arial;"><span style=";font-size:100%;color:fuchsia;" ><span>But it still wasn’t going to be that easy.<span style=""> </span>Princess had me tease my tip with one finger like it was a clitty as i listened to Her cum first.<span style=""> </span>And She was so kind to remind me about how many times She had been able to cum this week while i was all locked up. Finally after some more whimpers and begging Princess finally gave me permission to cum.<span style=""> </span>i am not sure how it sounded to Princess, but it felt like i was doing those uncontrollable girly moans forever.<span style=""> </span>i actually had my toes curl up at the end of that magnificent orgasm.</span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; font-style: italic;font-family:arial;"><br /><span style=";font-size:100%;color:fuchsia;" ><span><o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; font-style: italic;font-family:arial;"><span style=";font-size:100%;color:fuchsia;" ><o:p><span> </span></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; font-style: italic;font-family:arial;"><span style=";font-size:100%;color:fuchsia;" ><span>Princess… You were truly at Your best this weekend!<span style=""> </span>While i am relieved to finally be free after a week of chastity and snapping like a breadstick, i do miss knowing that You are in absolute control.<span style=""> </span>i am though, as always, Your obedient collared sissy and will do anything for You.</span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; font-style: italic;font-family:arial;"><br /><span style=";font-size:100%;color:fuchsia;" ><span><o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; font-style: italic;font-family:arial;"><span style=";font-size:100%;color:fuchsia;" ><o:p><span> </span></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style=";font-family:Pristina;font-size:18;color:fuchsia;" ><span><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" ><span style="font-family:arial;">Thank You my sweet and beautiful Princess!</span></span><o:p></o:p></span></span></p>PSO Goddesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07048748807759998239noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5805083058015575054.post-28449076420126687212007-11-03T18:12:00.001-07:002007-11-03T18:17:25.784-07:00The Library“Let’s visit my Library first. It’s that door right over there at the top of these stairs.”<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEih8JZ9ZzVfnmEms27X_ZAojow37Mv_zt5b83Sa0LrgcNTBvgdTM-7mQiBMABk9pI43ckF92mIcYhGLsrqfq_HVdj7mjhag471ZFjOAnnY8MHLw1atXuNsXw1-xAESENjnITpQ8VW3FNFhv/s1600-h/1111.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5128787186236426370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEih8JZ9ZzVfnmEms27X_ZAojow37Mv_zt5b83Sa0LrgcNTBvgdTM-7mQiBMABk9pI43ckF92mIcYhGLsrqfq_HVdj7mjhag471ZFjOAnnY8MHLw1atXuNsXw1-xAESENjnITpQ8VW3FNFhv/s320/1111.jpg" border="0" /></a> “Before we go in though, I should let you know that I do let some of my special friends use my library from time to time…Uh huh. So there might be someone in here doing some reading, so please be quite and do not disturb them.”<br />“Of course Princess.” <br />“Then let’s go in sweetie,” Princess says as She opens the door and leads us in…<br /><br />“CLICK-CLICK”<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEil3hnr4j-XjKS-s0kBlKV-RcAVwsBdiqThGQF4sop7xkcuE-LONSbsAFMp-IdVOb8V3UU_5tiiwA_rpc3_8-FdvvEi2tNY7ZiClEeDNpIYtCj_SQio0r3djqRQ5IJ7JRhsBsyDRtLUYZ6t/s1600-h/2222.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5128787091747145842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEil3hnr4j-XjKS-s0kBlKV-RcAVwsBdiqThGQF4sop7xkcuE-LONSbsAFMp-IdVOb8V3UU_5tiiwA_rpc3_8-FdvvEi2tNY7ZiClEeDNpIYtCj_SQio0r3djqRQ5IJ7JRhsBsyDRtLUYZ6t/s320/2222.jpg" border="0" /></a> “Princess, this is so incredible. You must have every book ever written!”<br /><br />:::Giggles:::<br /><br />“Not nearly! Oh I do have lots of interesting books mind you. Over here is the Harry Potter collection, and right there is Werewolf section. And I know you love these kinds of books with the Femdom illustrations like this Sardax one here.”<br />“But there are still lots of books I would love to have like the Erotic Alphabet series, and the Complete Vampire Chronicles. And if any of my pets are thinking of a hypnotism fantasy, there is a great Home Study Course I would love to get.”<br />“Oh Princess, i would love to help You fill Your Library, do i have to go to a special bookstore?”<br />:::Giggles:::<br />“No you silly little girl, you can find the right here… <a title="http://www.amazon.com/gp/registry/wishlist/30214ZW66U8UI/102-0443903-5404934?reveal=" filter="3&sort=" layout="standard&x=" y="11" href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/registry/wishlist/30214ZW66U8UI/102-0443903-5404934?reveal=unpurchased&filter=3&sort=last-updated&layout=standard&x=14&y=11">http://www.amazon.com/gp/registry/wishlist/30214ZW66U8UI/102-0443903-5404934?reveal=unpurchased&filter=3&sort=last-updated&layout=standard&x=14&y=11</a> “<br /><br />“Princess… is that who i think it is sitting over there by the fireplace?”<br />“Shhhhhhhhhhhh… yes it is, but we don’t want anyone to know that I have a thing for him. It is too embarrassing to let everyone know, so please don’t take a picture of him.”<br />“Of course Princess, i would never think of it!”<br /><br />“click”<br /><div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhArqj_scevBN_7T5h5mtEum_xJ8UtdC9vVqi5j4kfHhGd91X0hrfpOWkMkAZ6TtMGsjoaI2dz4jpy1uVCV6FufCK_ryONrGaG4tO9isYE3eCk37Ifgzhcp-CiwGsCdA0OqqKyehFCQeGi5/s1600-h/3333.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5128786846934009938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhArqj_scevBN_7T5h5mtEum_xJ8UtdC9vVqi5j4kfHhGd91X0hrfpOWkMkAZ6TtMGsjoaI2dz4jpy1uVCV6FufCK_ryONrGaG4tO9isYE3eCk37Ifgzhcp-CiwGsCdA0OqqKyehFCQeGi5/s320/3333.jpg" border="0" /></a> (Sorry for the poor photo quality… had to use my cell phone to sneak this one in so Princess wouldn’t notice)<br /><br />To be continued!<br /><br /><br /><br /><div></div></div></div></div>PSO Goddesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07048748807759998239noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5805083058015575054.post-60750592857912214542007-11-01T09:22:00.000-07:002007-11-01T09:27:24.786-07:00Please Do Cum....This is so exciting getting to show everyone Princess’s Castle… and look! She has even left the castle gate open for us with a sign welcoming us in!<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhIAPiPPxJ8bHxa06iEYdLZhUo-K0xCq56cq2suYVSobVoTKB0uj1NGI_JrfrxPJy8giaGbCz5YeJFIxoef3N8AdYNSWJ_lbnXgzIfl4OHvDhdiS5yCND-3m5Vo0xqvv667CZinvjHfpLxV/s1600-h/castle+1.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127908521827010546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhIAPiPPxJ8bHxa06iEYdLZhUo-K0xCq56cq2suYVSobVoTKB0uj1NGI_JrfrxPJy8giaGbCz5YeJFIxoef3N8AdYNSWJ_lbnXgzIfl4OHvDhdiS5yCND-3m5Vo0xqvv667CZinvjHfpLxV/s320/castle+1.jpg" border="0" /></a> This castle is so awesome! There’s the front door…<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh9S3bXtHgfxGyBTKlroGDRi2BzkkQM3Oj5b4vJjtkCdRcDP_zHJwktGem6n3yZQQTVtXAkrNMjiD-e6wXWN7fwtXGtsRHursmKCdxlrZlKhw-BcmCYPP_MPnuGlZFUQcnB09MIE9ZiIJpJ/s1600-h/castle+2.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127908427337730018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh9S3bXtHgfxGyBTKlroGDRi2BzkkQM3Oj5b4vJjtkCdRcDP_zHJwktGem6n3yZQQTVtXAkrNMjiD-e6wXWN7fwtXGtsRHursmKCdxlrZlKhw-BcmCYPP_MPnuGlZFUQcnB09MIE9ZiIJpJ/s320/castle+2.jpg" border="0" /></a> i always loved Princess’s knockers, but just look at the knockers She has on Her castle door! i have never seen anything like those before. i am going to have to ask Princess about them. It almost hurts just thinking about using them!<br /><div><div><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEixE28BAWWSZdynA6d0MEMr5CUkIx-lpvpRw7Tj2FkbOTA4VX_HkdNebfemz0HXF-XurblmqVLU2SolX4T18rYW6ZfxH1u4sBrM3yDYxmCxTBDuh7vQXbGm4cDk4y11aPBwm8YJzLsHnOAc/s1600-h/castle+3.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127908311373613010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEixE28BAWWSZdynA6d0MEMr5CUkIx-lpvpRw7Tj2FkbOTA4VX_HkdNebfemz0HXF-XurblmqVLU2SolX4T18rYW6ZfxH1u4sBrM3yDYxmCxTBDuh7vQXbGm4cDk4y11aPBwm8YJzLsHnOAc/s320/castle+3.jpg" border="0" /></a> “Knock… knock…knock”<br /><br />i think i hear footsteps. <br /><br />“I'mmm Cummmmmmmmmmiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiinnnnnng!” that sweet voice calls out from the other side of the door.<br />“Oh great… Sounds like Her boy jester, lord tightpants, is visiting again! Looks like we will just have to wait here until She is done!” i say ever so quietly to myself.<br />“No silly” Princess says as She opens the door having heard me. “I meant I was cumming to the door!”<br />“I am so happy to have you here for this tour pantysue, and so glad you have offered to share it with all My pets. Won’t you cum in?”<br />“Thank You Princess, but i was curious about the….”<br />“About the knockers sweetie?” Princess asks. “They are interesting aren’t they? Well they were given to me as a prezzie by one of my pets, slaveboy......... as a token of his appreciation for a very special call.”<br /><br />Princess shows me in and right there at the entry is this grand stairway with several landings and doors and archways leading who knows where.<br /><br />“Princess, would You mind posing for a picture there on the stairs? The rest of Your pets are not going to believe this!”<br />“How is this sweetie?”<br /><br />“CLICK-CLICK!”<br /><div><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgkbjmyX2OKoFC4jQF5EXOs7LFWt5GJGCcBWM68fS4A6fywlzI2gHxe1-TZHoUWSaPl-a0f7qU5JCnHd9Vj1wg2PN4S0FO3rJuznQJFTeSwnqFQH0vDNur1LM0-31CBAYrSseC07xZUjf-G/s1600-h/castle+4.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127908212589365186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgkbjmyX2OKoFC4jQF5EXOs7LFWt5GJGCcBWM68fS4A6fywlzI2gHxe1-TZHoUWSaPl-a0f7qU5JCnHd9Vj1wg2PN4S0FO3rJuznQJFTeSwnqFQH0vDNur1LM0-31CBAYrSseC07xZUjf-G/s320/castle+4.jpg" border="0" /></a> To be continued!<br /><br /><br /><br /><div></div></div></div></div>PSO Goddesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07048748807759998239noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5805083058015575054.post-43596963240740291142007-10-16T12:52:00.000-07:002007-10-16T12:56:03.890-07:00My beautiful Princess GraceOnce upon a time in a land far away there lived a beautiful Princess named Grace…<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEggT0hD_yZ4DucjT_FEbsg96dP9JAHTMAJRcyT8s8AyLGWiHC2QPwAYY788Eck4vlJCiTALn2OVftpdU0lAXUdlDkexctnMOPtebdHOJ8yMVnpe3KivNqLSMyHtPO14tFgEGzwynRA7lX3b/s1600-h/Princess12.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5122025264507665970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEggT0hD_yZ4DucjT_FEbsg96dP9JAHTMAJRcyT8s8AyLGWiHC2QPwAYY788Eck4vlJCiTALn2OVftpdU0lAXUdlDkexctnMOPtebdHOJ8yMVnpe3KivNqLSMyHtPO14tFgEGzwynRA7lX3b/s320/Princess12.jpg" border="0" /></a> Well actually it wasn’t once upon a time, it is today…and it is not in a land far away, but a place somewhere between reality and fantasy…that there lives this beautiful Princess named Grace. And this Princess lives in a magical castle high upon a hill. But this is not just any castle mind you, oh no! Yes it is made out of stone and has its turrets and Her throne… and yes it even has a dungeon where sometimes our Princess turns a little evil. But it also has some rooms that one would never find in an ordinary castle. Princess’s castle has a very special dressing room for some of Her "ladies-in-waiting", and a unique laundry room with a and a very distinctive way of drying clothes. And for some of Princess’s really special subjects, you might see something of yours in Her Chamber of Keys! <br /><br />Well lucky (cha-ching) for us, Princess has invited us to join Her on a very special tour of Her castle, and we will be guided by Princess Herself! Our wonderfully kind Princess has allowed me to photograph Her in Her Castle, even in some of Her most private rooms, and to share them with everyone right here in my blog. So over the next several weeks as Her obedient scribe, i will be sharing with you one room at a time from Princess Grace’s Castle!<br /><div></div>PSO Goddesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07048748807759998239noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5805083058015575054.post-71306489255781450302007-10-10T12:34:00.000-07:002007-10-10T12:47:43.505-07:00Saved by Princess!This is not my usual type of blog entry, but one i had to write just to be able to tell my Princess how lucky i am that She is so understanding! You see i had been acting pretty much like a big old selfish <a href="http://www.sissyschool.com/">sissy</a> over the last several days, pouting and bitching and doing all sorts of petty things just because i was jealous that i wasn’t getting enough attention from Princess while it really was my own damn fault. Well Princess could have just told me to take a hike… and i would have deserved it… but She is so special and just wouldn’t let me do something that stupid. My Princess rescued me from… well me!<br /><br /><br />Sometimes i forget that My <a href="http://psoprincess.blogspot.com/">Stroke Princess </a>has other things to do than just wait around for me to be free to call Her. She has a personal life and friends and family just like everyone else. She also deserves some time to Herself, getting the pampering She so rightfully deserves, so we need to keep sending Her those prezzies. And as much as i would like to have Princess all to me when She is taking calls there are literally scores of others wishing the same thing too! And how can all Her boys and girlies not feel that way about Her… just look at how beautiful She is!<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiWUoxIX7FvqJD3IW7Ypbccj2OPyNaPaZZ7JLQjA-eu8XwAOdJ_IdCo8I7GvEwsub7XwJguP54GdqvnP1Fs-JbhF5Tplm6ao9LvKZWmU-CVnmu_TFUu0W6KTUtbCZ5w-b-E8PRx38DDZw8H/s1600-h/11.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5119794960437974738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiWUoxIX7FvqJD3IW7Ypbccj2OPyNaPaZZ7JLQjA-eu8XwAOdJ_IdCo8I7GvEwsub7XwJguP54GdqvnP1Fs-JbhF5Tplm6ao9LvKZWmU-CVnmu_TFUu0W6KTUtbCZ5w-b-E8PRx38DDZw8H/s200/11.jpg" border="0" /></a> So i promised Princess i would never throw another hissy fit like that again. i can’t imagine how many emails Princess must get each day, and the fact that Her voicemail always fills up each night She is taking calls should make it clear that there is just no way that Princess can please everyone every night… although She sure does try! And we all know that Princess Grace is the hardest working Mistress there is! So i have to know that if Princess just can’t find the time to chat with me on some given night, it’s not because She wouldn’t want to… it is because She is just spending time with another equally wanting and needing pet of Hers.<br /><br />Princess is so great to all of us, hosting Midnight Madness and Tease Time… and doing those salacious MP3’s. How can anyone not love Her? So the next time i start getting that selfish wanting and needing thing going again… i am just going to remember how much Princess really does love all of us. Yes jemmie, She even loves Her little locked away pets too! Maybe i’ll listen to one of Her MP3’s just to hear that voice i love so… and look at those eyes and that smile in that picture of Her… and remind myself that there is no way i can ever be upset with a Princess like the one i am so fortunate have!<br /><br />And i have also learned that if i can’t be with Princess on the phone or in chat for one reason or another, i can always do something for Her… and right now i am doing that. i am working on Princess’s Castle, and here is a preview!<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhPqZRUdyhuSurzNorMh96bsWyqQ9AAwmTUtYQ6CcenciXT8W8uXJA8WcsFpiUgSn9UPN5-hQn4vywLKcmQh_VxPR_Gps2OujtNa4QzyAOhoQwytrwDg1bVwGuvrsLppgQ8Nv6ZP1q4NlJ0/s1600-h/princess.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5119794664085231298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhPqZRUdyhuSurzNorMh96bsWyqQ9AAwmTUtYQ6CcenciXT8W8uXJA8WcsFpiUgSn9UPN5-hQn4vywLKcmQh_VxPR_Gps2OujtNa4QzyAOhoQwytrwDg1bVwGuvrsLppgQ8Nv6ZP1q4NlJ0/s400/princess.jpg" border="0" /></a> So if any of you pets ever start feeling sorry for yourself like i did because i just couldn’t get enough of my <a href="http://www.strokeprincess.com/">Stroke Princess</a>…try some of these ideas, and remember how lucky we all are just to have Her!<br /><br />Thank You Princess Grace for being my Princess…<br /><br />Yours always!<br />pantysue<br /><br /><div><br /><br /><br /><div></div></div>PSO Goddesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07048748807759998239noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5805083058015575054.post-19562027432134856562007-09-21T10:12:00.001-07:002007-09-21T10:16:29.662-07:00With the Stroke Princess even a hiccup can be erotic!Every time i hear someone hiccup, i will remember how Princess reduced me to a whimpering, begging, almost crying little <a href="http://www.sissyschool.com/">sissy</a>!<br /><br />It all began normally enough, closing the ring around my testicles, sliding the pin through, putting on the cage and locking up Princess’s cock and then a call to the <a href="http://www.strokeprincess.com/">Stroke Princess</a>. But this time it would be a little different… a little blue pill different!<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiCgh3nPGjdcp06Lc8cqCO1oUMfmxTi143iRuXOgvT4G92vkVrl4rqimcfwPGHWMS6KeCC0nXyeNf4wl07FcQ9cX0-CumPRf2TWTpWO_Hm9SnpRSA4Bm6HAsyhWOnL2wjvHefIMU0o5CIFO/s1600-h/333.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112706506166347410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiCgh3nPGjdcp06Lc8cqCO1oUMfmxTi143iRuXOgvT4G92vkVrl4rqimcfwPGHWMS6KeCC0nXyeNf4wl07FcQ9cX0-CumPRf2TWTpWO_Hm9SnpRSA4Bm6HAsyhWOnL2wjvHefIMU0o5CIFO/s200/333.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>Even though i had an early flight the next morning, Princess and i just seemed to get lost in our girl talk, She giggling about how hard those pills were making me and me telling Her how perfect She was. And then we started talking about “The Art of Sardax” and that gave Princess Her inspiration for my assignment, i was to write an MP3 for Her. When we finally hung up i desperately tried to get some sleep, but between the thought of Her doing an MP3 of my fantasy and better living through chemistry, i just kept tossing and turning.<br /><br />When i finally did wake up i noticed the Viagra was still working, in fact working even better than when i had first taken it. Just the slightest thought of Princess and i was busting out all over.<br /><br />Well that afternoon sitting in another airport i wrote “On the Edge Again” for My <a href="http://www.psoprincess.blogspot.com/">Stroke Princess</a>. It was so frickin’ exciting writing it! i sent it to Princess. She replied back telling me how much She loved it and that She needed another one, so i wrote “My Pet”. We talked again that night and She told me that She was going to make them into MP3’s for Tease Time! She also made me take another pill, teased me about how helpless i was “all locked away” and asked if i was ready to do anything. i said “of course Princess, i will do anything!” And because of that i spent the next day writing two more stories!<br /><br />i couldn’t wait until Tease Time! Of course all my fantasies include Princess, but to hear that voice of Her’s telling them back to me was more than i could take! And then another call with Princess. She could tell how worked up Her pet was getting and to have Her say “awwwwwww poor baby” didn’t help much. “Why don’t you take another one of your pills dear?” She suggested. And then as if spending the whole day hard as a rock, writing erotic tales, staring at pictures of my Princess, and hearing Princess’s voice telling my stories back to me wasn’t enough, She decided to read the two new one’s i had just written to me over the phone! But that wasn’t the way She was going to send me off to bed… oh no, no, no. “Before you fall asleep i want you to look at some more pictures of your Stroke Princess and listen to ‘Hiccup’ not once, but two times!”<br /><br />Princess asked me what time my first meeting was the next morning and i told Her i actually was free until check out at noon. Little did i know how much misery that harmless bit of information was going to cause me?<br /><br />i awoke at 6am, still hard as ever. i tossed and turned hoping to fall back to sleep until Princess called, but there was no way. All those erotic fantasies, Tease Time, the pills and my cage! All i could do was wait, hope and pray that Princess would call soon. An hour passed and so did a round of MP3’s again from Tease Time along with “Hiccup” one more time. i am not sure what possessed me to think that would help!<br /><br />And then another hour passed and i was starting to break. i checked the phone to see if it might have been off the hook. i couldn’t help but fidget with the lock and tried to find a way to stroke myself, but my balls were so swollen there was no way to even get a finger back there. And then i finally gave in… i took a cold shower!<br /><br />i tried to kill some time by ironing some shirts and packing up some of my stuff hoping that domestic chores would keep my mind off of the predicament i found myself in. And it did for about another hour, but i just couldn’t take it anymore. i sent Princess a text message, ”i am starting to cry Princess” hoping She would hear me. Followed by another simple one word message 15 minutes later… “ANYTHING”. But the phone never range.<br /><br />i just laid there on my bed, writhing in absolute anguish. Listening to Her voice again on those MP3’s working myself up into an even greater frenzy. i was totally, completely taken by Princess. Not just physically, even though i was a helpless wreck. Not just figuratively, wearing the pink collar of my Princess. But mentally… the Mindfucktress had me begging… pleading… crying!<br /><br />At last, after nearly four hours of my own personal torment, the phone rang! It was Princess finally! She was giggling so much! “Why my pet, you can’t even talk can you? All you can do is...” “Stammer Princess?” i said.<br /><br />“I’ve never heard you like this pantysue.”<br />“I’ve never been like this Princess!”<br /><br />i had been locked up for two and three times as long, been subjected to lap dances with my cage on and countless other tasks, but i had never, ever been reduced to such a helpless state, so wanting and needy for my Princess.<br /><br />“Before you take off that cage, i want you to put in your Aneros. Awww poor baby, how does that feel?” All i could was beg, “Please Princess…”<br /><br />“Take off that lock, but not the cage.” It was a plastic lock, since i had gone through security several times. They usually snap right off, but i was shaking so, that it took what seemed like an eternity to get it off, and all the while Princess was giggling with delight and what She had done to me. Finally it came off!<br /><br />“Don’t take the cage off yet, kneel down. Remember, your eyes shall never be higher than my breasts, isn’t that right my pet?”<br />“Yes Princess,” and i took my appropriate place kneeling before Her.<br />“Okay now you can go ahead and take it off,” Princess so graciously allowed me.<br />“But it hurts Princess, it’s so tight.”<br />“you will probably need some lube,” She advised with a giggle.<br /><br />i was so hard and swollen that i could barely get the thing off. Nothing like this had ever happened before, and Princess just continued to revel in my pain.<br /><br />“Now take the ring off, it’s probably swollen there too isn’t it. And how does that feel?”<br />“So wonderful. Thank You Princess!”<br />“Now go ahead and stroke it for me, stroke my cock.”<br /><br />And then Princess starts whispering a medley of fantasies to me. Talking about being helplessly attached to a milking machine. Worshiping Her, adoring Her, doing anything for Her.<br /><br />i can feel it building inside of me and i begin to moan. Princess always has me moan like a girl when i cum for Her, but this time it wasn’t make believe. Perhaps it was listening to the Hiccup MP3 and Princess’s moaning as She came, but it went on and on uncontrollably. i couldn’t stop quivering and moaning and Princess just kept giggling and giggling.<br /><br />i could tell She loved the way She had total control over me, and by giving myself over to Her, i experienced the most excruciatingly delicious, erotically tormenting, salaciously sadistic, wickedly blissful orgasm i have ever had!<br /><br />Thank You Princess!<br /><br />Hiccup!</div>PSO Goddesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07048748807759998239noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5805083058015575054.post-5434383456130343612007-09-20T09:27:00.000-07:002007-10-03T12:57:09.757-07:00Worship<div align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;">Homework is always fun. Today's was to look at the book my </span><a href="http://psoprincess.blogspot.com/"><span style="font-size:85%;">Stroke Princess </span></a><span style="font-size:85%;">Grace made me buy, </span><a href="http://www.amazon.com/Sardax-Erotic-Print-Societys-British/dp/1904989225/ref=sr_1_8/002-0924249-4477604?ie=UTF8&s=books&qid=1189056188&sr=8-8"><span style="font-size:85%;">The Art of Sardax </span></a><span style="font-size:85%;">every three hours. i had to find the right picture, and come up with a fantasy that went with it. i went a little further then that and took liberties with the picture and made it to my own fantasy. (if you want a hot femdom book, buy Sardax!)</span><br /></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi26pqXqv-J1oWqANNYDfTNIiyL7w9yzKJhSbxOrIKdGjW_mQFOhT-FVXPhs6mE0N7AnPZzzFe2gdZFSusIAkJaEehexRvZISgJkJ1crcvK_JQvFHGWhjUWDewrqSTGm-UApZW3tz9ZAZGM/s1600-h/2.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112324091511876866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi26pqXqv-J1oWqANNYDfTNIiyL7w9yzKJhSbxOrIKdGjW_mQFOhT-FVXPhs6mE0N7AnPZzzFe2gdZFSusIAkJaEehexRvZISgJkJ1crcvK_JQvFHGWhjUWDewrqSTGm-UApZW3tz9ZAZGM/s320/2.jpg" border="0" /> <p align="center"></a> <a title="http://www.themindfucktress.com/Princess_Grace_Worship_Me.mp3" href="http://www.themindfucktress.com/Princess_Grace_Worship_Me.mp3">http://www.themindfucktress.com/Princess_Grace_Worship_Me.mp3</a><br /></p>“Why yes my dear Juliet, I am happy to have you watch this. In order for You to truly rule a castle of Your own, You need to see the proper way to Your treat subjects. They must be taught that their sole purpose is to please their Princess no matter what else is happening to them. It’s really all just a matter of conditioning.<br /><br />“But each subject has different needs when it comes to their training. Some of them can be unruly and need time in the dungeon, while others can be broken quite easily. I even have a few who no longer live as males at all and are happy to just serve as house maids for me, gladly going about their duties as my ladies in waiting.<br /><br />“Oh, how observant! Yes that is pantysue’s chastity cage. You see until they are properly trained, males have only one thing on their mind. But when You own the key, you own them, and soon they realize they are helpless without You. And once they realize that, they will do anything.<br /><br />“More lashes now!<br /><br />“pantysue, I have warned you, your lips are never to touch Mine. You are only to worship me, to breathe me in, to adore that which you will never have. Was the glistening of that sweet nectar to much for you? you wanted so much to taste it didn’t you? You will never taste it again. And there is one more thing you will never be doing again…<br /><br />“Juliet, would You mind taking this little key over to that window and dropping it into the moat for me?PSO Goddesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07048748807759998239noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5805083058015575054.post-38152979623844341422007-09-20T09:25:00.000-07:002007-10-03T12:56:20.809-07:00helpless<div align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;">Homework is always fun. Today's was to look at the book my </span><a href="http://psoprincess.blogspot.com/"><span style="font-size:85%;">Stroke Princess </span></a><span style="font-size:85%;">Grace made me buy, </span><a href="http://www.amazon.com/Sardax-Erotic-Print-Societys-British/dp/1904989225/ref=sr_1_8/002-0924249-4477604?ie=UTF8&s=books&qid=1189056188&sr=8-8"><span style="font-size:85%;">The Art of Sardax </span></a><span style="font-size:85%;">every three hours. i had to find the right picture, and come up with a fantasy that went with it. i went a little further then that and took liberties with the picture and made it to my own fantasy. (if you want a hot femdom book, buy Sardax!)</span><br /></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgsx2nAoTuCuGMjbY-8Tjdj9IoawfEVr5-n7XB-XGQBv-gicZJAOCfMQxuDAX4U4BpFsvFozLUHzsG_06EYJkqvd2JxTosN_H_v-N8cEtTlrPK73E_uAZpcRZMApsgSBhadQ6U7zJCeBkTj/s1600-h/1.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112323533166128370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgsx2nAoTuCuGMjbY-8Tjdj9IoawfEVr5-n7XB-XGQBv-gicZJAOCfMQxuDAX4U4BpFsvFozLUHzsG_06EYJkqvd2JxTosN_H_v-N8cEtTlrPK73E_uAZpcRZMApsgSBhadQ6U7zJCeBkTj/s320/1.jpg" border="0" /> <p align="center"></a> <a href="http://www.themindfucktress.com/Stroke_Princess_So_Helpless.mp3" target="_blank">http://www.themindfucktress.com/Stroke_Princess_So_Helpless.mp3</a><br /></p>“I know it is hard to see yourself this way, so helpless, so completely helpless. But I am not quite sure you would measure up to my requirements if you weren’t. And I want you to watch yourself on that screen to see how utterly helpless you really are. And listen to how useless it is to even try to beg me to stop with that gag in place.<br /><br />“Go ahead and cry my poor baby. I know how hard it must be to have those straps holding you so firmly in place. And your ankles and thighs held open for me with those cold metal spreader bars. But that milking machine can be painful and this is the only way I have found to make sure I get everything you have. Every last drop!<br /><br />“Oh I’m sorry. Did that hurt? Those lashes were only meant to help you cum again for me. I know how excited a little pain can make you and what the sight of Me in this outfit does to you. The long stiletto heeled boots, the black leather skirt, the leather gloves and this tight white blouse that shows my perfect breasts off so well.<br /><br />“Are you moaning something? Oh, I know you have already cum 3 times for me, but you still have so much more to give me don’t you? That’s right try to nod your head for me. You do want to give me everything don’t you?<br /><br />“you said you would do “Anything” if I let you cum didn’t you. And see how nice I am to you. I am letting you cum again, and again, and again, and again.<br /><br />And about that “Anything”… well I am sure that MsAlly and the rest of the Mistresses are enjoying seeing the camera capture the sight and sounds of you helplessly being milked on their big screens as much as you are on that one.<br /><br />“Awwww what’s the matter poor baby? Ready to cum for me again?”PSO Goddesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07048748807759998239noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5805083058015575054.post-23524496538727710642007-09-06T17:51:00.000-07:002007-10-03T12:58:19.736-07:00Stroke Princess' Pet<div align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;">Homework is always fun. Today's was to look at the book my <a href="http://psoprincess.blogspot.com/">Stroke Princess </a>Grace made me buy, <a href="http://www.amazon.com/Sardax-Erotic-Print-Societys-British/dp/1904989225/ref=sr_1_8/002-0924249-4477604?ie=UTF8&s=books&qid=1189056188&sr=8-8">The Art of Sardax </a>every three hours. i had to find the right picture, and come up with a fantasy that went with it. i went a little further then that and took liberties with the picture and made it to my own fantasy. (if you want a hot femdom book, buy Sardax!)</span><br /><br /><br /></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhjsdsai-GTWcjFZFvNEKG6uFs-b__B2Gbb260_YQujKqydziQglx7rG22c6y_nyGUu-PMPyvqrE2a937RuRaefi7UOvaGMrQS1m3-km4zeG1kfnTyRb7mLwymdwXsLILFQJSPRFSlbm98I/s1600-h/clip_image002.bmp"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5107258910936176322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhjsdsai-GTWcjFZFvNEKG6uFs-b__B2Gbb260_YQujKqydziQglx7rG22c6y_nyGUu-PMPyvqrE2a937RuRaefi7UOvaGMrQS1m3-km4zeG1kfnTyRb7mLwymdwXsLILFQJSPRFSlbm98I/s320/clip_image002.bmp" border="0" /> <p align="center"></a> <a href="http://www.mindfucktress.com/collared_for_Princess_Grace.mp3">http://www.mindfucktress.com/collared_for_Princess_Grace.mp3</a><br /></p><br /><br />“Yes you have been a good little pet, obeying your <a href="http://www.strokeprincess.com/">Stroke Princess</a>. Just like all my other pets, you have worshiped your Princess and done exactly as I have told you to do, not cumming until I wished you to cum. You even bought me those yummy expensive prezzies. But tonight My obedient little one is the night you decide whether you go on the way you have just being another of my pets or whether you are ready to truly give yourself to your Mistress… to become collared by your Princess.<br /><br />“Awwww my poor baby, that didn’t take long for you to show me your answer. I can see that the thought of wearing my collar has you quite excited doesn’t it. But you do want to become mine don’t you? Surrender your body, your mind, your will to me, your Princess. That’s my good pet, I knew you did. Now say it… say Princess i will do…that’s right say it… “ANYTHING."<br /><br />“Then get down on your knees where you belong. Now take one last look up at these beautiful full breasts of mine. What’s that? Yes my dear they are perfect aren’t they? Sometimes I think you even wish you had sweet little titties of your own don’t you? Well from now on my pet your eyes must always be lower than these nipples of mine right here. No my dear, not just where your eyes look, but where they must be. When I stand you kneel, when I sit you are on all fours, and when I go to sleep in my bed each night where are you? That’s right, you are on the floor right next to me.<br /><br />“And when we go out in public where are you? Yes my pet, on all fours, naked, collared and on the end of this leash. Your leash.<br /><br />"But we mustn’t forget your tail now either. And I do think this one 8 inch one will be just the right length, don’t you? Well I guess you do... I don't think I have ever seen that little cock of yours so hard!<br /><br />“Oh my, I didn’t realize what time it was. I am late for my shopping trip with the girls! Come my pet… time for a walk!PSO Goddesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07048748807759998239noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5805083058015575054.post-39701867387880862932007-09-05T22:10:00.000-07:002007-10-03T13:02:37.186-07:00On the Edge Again<p>Homework is always fun. Today's was to look at the book my <a href="http://www.strokeprincess.com/">Stroke Princess</a> Grace made me buy, <a href="http://www.amazon.com/Sardax-Erotic-Print-Societys-British/dp/1904989225/ref=sr_1_8/002-0924249-4477604?ie=UTF8&s=books&qid=1189056188&sr=8-8">The Art of Sardax</a> every three hours. i had to find the right picture, and come up with a fantasy that went with it. i went a little further then that and took liberties with the picture and made it to my own fantasy. (if you want a hot femdom book, buy Sardax!)<br /><br /><br /></p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106954419229726370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh3mdihubCT1_uzeUmJxuHuZv7TILX4WNoWvyQkD9SvUkY5nZHmF3JkxDAwGHw7cJo383eM1it9Y4aZp75N493tYUlwxbUK64w_ctLJrxlrVITjeidhEOLcRL5cvc1bnZfKeBo7oNMLI6A2/s320/pantysueart.jpg" border="0" /> <p align="center"> <a href="http://www.mindfucktress.com/Tease_a_sissy.mp3">http://www.mindfucktress.com/Tease_a_sissy.mp3</a><br />“Now, ladies, we are getting to the climax of the evening’s entertainment. As you have seen, we have been able to keep this <a href="http://www.sissyschool.com/">sissy</a> little pet of mine at a point just short of ejaculation for hours. And you will recall that our poor little pantysue was also kept in a <a href="http://www.cockcontrol.com/">cock cage</a> all week before we began this.<br /><br />“Using simple objects that this sissy adores such as satin panties, makeup brushes, feathers, silky hair and of course My perfectly manicured fingernails, I have been able to tease her into spasms of pain and tears. Just look at her!<br /><br />“Notice the testicles. Swollen, flushed, and very painful. And her poor little itty bitty cock… well actually it is My poor little itty bitty cock. That is one thing all of You ladies must understand, You own the pussy so You make the rules! And thereforeYou own their cock! And if You own the cock You own them! Isn’t that right pantysue?<br /><br />“Awwwwwwwwwww poor baby, is all this attention making you want to shoot your cummies into your cummie bowl for us? you do so want to cum for your <a href="http://psoprincess.blogspot.com/">Stroke Princess</a> and all Her friends now don’t you? Of course you do. Awwww… that’s my good little girl.<br /><br />“Now, ladies, once You get one of Your little pets to this point, the point where they start crying and begging like pantysue is doing right now, it is just too mean to keep teasing them any further, so I’ll milk her and at last show you how to put a sissy out of her misery. See, she’s groaning and thrusting in anticipation.<br /><br />“Hmm, you’ll like this, won’t you? What’s that my dear? you’ll do anything if I let you cum for my friends… anything?<br /><br />“Well then my sweet pet, of course your Princess will let you cum. But since you said you would do anything, I think before you get to shoot any of your cummies in your cummie bowl for us, we should have each of my lady friends come up here so that they can get a chance to practice ANYTHING and EVERYTHING I’ve shown them over these last several hours for themselves on you my sweet sissy pet. Now which of the six of You want to go first?” </p>PSO Goddesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07048748807759998239noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5805083058015575054.post-59031447140406902882007-08-27T10:05:00.000-07:002007-08-27T10:09:45.821-07:00Does This Count as “ANYTHING”?I had been locked up for probably the longest i ever have been the other day and Princess had the combination to the lockbox. i was just dying wondering what Princess would do knowing that i would have to have the metal lock removed and replaced with plastic to get through security. i also knew that i was going to break down and beg Her to let me cum.<br /><br />“If I let you cum pantysue, what will you do for Me?” <br />“Anything Princess,” i replied, “i will do ANYTHING for You my Princess!”<br />“you have never said that like this before pantysue. Are You sure you will do ANYTHING?”<br />“Yes my Princess… ANYTHING!”<br />“Well I am going to have to think about this… this could really be fun! Now beg!”<br />“Oh please Princess… please let me cum for you!”<br />“Say pretty please!”<br />“Oh pretty please Princess… my pretty Princess, please let me cum for you!”<br /><br />My pretty Stroke Princess had me edge several times before She said She wanted me to moan like Her sweet little girl and then i just exploded… much to Princess’s delight.<br /><br />Well that’s how i earned this next adventure, which led me to Stiletto’s Cabaret! Now this is a picture of it the day after, but since they would not let me take pictures last night, Princess asked me to go back and take a couple just in case anyone else decides to say “Anything”!<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgEynH1EkyXn9dPDYpqxYd-P3Pv3M7N1bF3cXmWmEkrxj-NerfEzbA4rMrNy7Ew61MNrA-wnQEjf18DusAE_En-SE0Z4BwuD_ozbxcbi07yZn-68t7nUEqhuS-gr1303TIA4OKBkn8111CD/s1600-h/1.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103428006266574434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgEynH1EkyXn9dPDYpqxYd-P3Pv3M7N1bF3cXmWmEkrxj-NerfEzbA4rMrNy7Ew61MNrA-wnQEjf18DusAE_En-SE0Z4BwuD_ozbxcbi07yZn-68t7nUEqhuS-gr1303TIA4OKBkn8111CD/s400/1.jpg" border="0" /></a> Okay, so Princess’s brain was working overtime dreaming this one up! After we talked to each other during the pedi, Princess thought it might be fun for pantysue to get a lap dance… and since i said "anything" it was not just any lap dance, but one with my cage on! And as if that weren’t enough, Princess wanted me to call Her, and before the stripper began the lap dance, Princess wanted to talk to her.<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3xbg9136t-9EoIfMSh7n5NUSSV8aKPgiynm-kj8RBAq88qZHzvByZzRm1_rGct75ckYpYx19o6e9UYS9kvUaAFpedPiG6heTKsb4NUgYs9_6dPKhikFCtf7C0kwLeJ72M6h1CcJTPhC1m/s1600-h/2.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103427928957163090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3xbg9136t-9EoIfMSh7n5NUSSV8aKPgiynm-kj8RBAq88qZHzvByZzRm1_rGct75ckYpYx19o6e9UYS9kvUaAFpedPiG6heTKsb4NUgYs9_6dPKhikFCtf7C0kwLeJ72M6h1CcJTPhC1m/s400/2.jpg" border="0" /></a> i walk into Stiletto’s and am greeted right away by this cute young thing who is wearing of all things a tiny little pink outfit. It was perfect, because that was Princess’s favorite color! And she had black thigh high leather boots on and was holding a black leather whip! After introducing herself to me as Juliet, i asked her how much a lap dance would cost. “$40 for a regular one, or for $60 we can do a VIP and I can whip you if you want!” Was there any choice?<br /><br />“Well there is something i should tell you first,” i said to Juliet. “i am wearing a cock cage.” i think she was a little surprised, “a cock what?” she asked. “A cock cage… a chastity device,” i informed her. “And my Mistress wants me to call Her so that She can talk to you before we start. Have you ever done anything like that before?” i asked. “I have had some weird people in here, but never something like that,” she let me know, as if a sissy in a cock cage, wearing panties, wanting he/r stripper to talk to he/r Mistress before a lap dance was weird!<br /><br />She was obviously a little nervous about this, but led me through a curtain into this private room. She motioned for me to sit down on the couch and Juliet sat down beside me. i dialed those magic numbers… (877) 518-3575 and right at midnight, there was Princess waiting for me. “Hello Princess, i have someone here who wants to talk to you,” and handed the phone over to Juliet. <br /><br />“High there, I am Juliet,” was all that i heard and then Princess took over. After listening to Princess for a while longer than i expected, Juliet handed me back the phone and took off that little pink bra to present her sweet perky breasts to me. i quickly put the phone away and watched as she began to dance. The she leans over and whispers in my ear, “are you wearing girlie panties?”<br /><br />It is probably a good thing i was locked away or things might have gotten way too hard for me to handle! But just then i was to learn one of the problems with a caged lap dance. Juliet pushes my knees together and sits facing me on my lap. The sight of those pretty titties had my cock straining against its cage. But since it was caged, no matter how much she gyrated in my lap, my cage and its contents were trapped away firmly between my thighs and were not ever going to feel her pussy.<br /><br />i think it must have frustrated her as much as it did me, dancing on this pantyboy’s lap and nothing stiff to be found. So she gets off my lap, spreads my legs apart and rubs her ass between my legs. Now this i could feel, and i am sure she could feel something hard rubbing against her to, but i am not sure she has ever felt something hard and plastic!<br /><br />After another futile attempt to feel something while riding my lap, Juliet went back to the backside approach. Then she rubbed her hand over her ass cheek which she had raised up to be right in front of my admiring eyes, pinched it and then slapped it. After doing it again a second time she turns to me and says, “Like the way I smack my ass?” and i just nod quietly in complete agreement. “Then you will love the way I whip your little pantied ass!”<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhox_rXPiMTqYoU9wUmI5pk1TktKCrjDx5UrvokrQdWLDypVGm-pN-NeV0hvmGB-xf_m-45amK65D4IW0Mm3WFnTDtZ_Lm1YiuarxwxuHWJpYfCL7uwBqNhXi29oSrUY7a5V5UTTQdnaxAZ/s1600-h/3.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103427812993046082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhox_rXPiMTqYoU9wUmI5pk1TktKCrjDx5UrvokrQdWLDypVGm-pN-NeV0hvmGB-xf_m-45amK65D4IW0Mm3WFnTDtZ_Lm1YiuarxwxuHWJpYfCL7uwBqNhXi29oSrUY7a5V5UTTQdnaxAZ/s400/3.jpg" border="0" /></a> Juliet had me lean against the couch and demanded that i show her “just a little bit of those girlie panties” and she proceeded to whip my sissy pantied ass (not too hard… it was more ceremonial than real).to an appropriate light pink to match my panties. Then she had me sit back on the couch again, and wriggled around on my lap trying once more to feel something, but the cage was just tucked too tightly between my thighs and its prisoner had no chance of escape to show Juliet how aroused i actually was!<br /><br />She put her pink bra back on, thanked me and i tipped her well. i am sure when Juliet came to work last night she had no idea she would be trying to arouse a caged cock let alone be on the phone with its cock teasing owner, my Princess!<br /><br />i am not sure what Princess can dream up next that will top this, but She did remind me i have those little blue pills coming, and for those of you who know the true Stroke Princess like i know my Stroke Princess, i am sure it will be something equally as exciting. Who could ever think that this perfect Princess was not exciting? And lest She think i enjoyed my lap dance with Juliet too much, this would be my ultimate lap dance if i could just be this chair!<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhvXxsHoP7c7fF-PNTAnU8CujwdZGde3f57NQoOr8hZlKYhotAe3_KA9qPoW_ney9SU3nF4Ct8xnRDfNKohNQNQubc2Dcj8gX5BHpJIVYTG2iJeSSh1PdMGsQg6HJAwekzNX0cRmcHG80Yw/s1600-h/4.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103427722798732850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhvXxsHoP7c7fF-PNTAnU8CujwdZGde3f57NQoOr8hZlKYhotAe3_KA9qPoW_ney9SU3nF4Ct8xnRDfNKohNQNQubc2Dcj8gX5BHpJIVYTG2iJeSSh1PdMGsQg6HJAwekzNX0cRmcHG80Yw/s400/4.jpg" border="0" /></a> i still don’t know what Princess said to Juliet, but Princess promised to post the first comment on this blog entry so that i would finally get a chance to know what She was telling Juliet and so that all of you will know that Princess really did talk to her just before Juliet whispered those words…”are you wearing girlie panties?”<br /><br />Yes… ANYTHING for my <a href="http://www.strokeprincess.com/">Stroke Princess</a>!<br /><br /><br /><br /><div></div></div></div></div>PSO Goddesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07048748807759998239noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5805083058015575054.post-91367699861945137922007-08-24T09:20:00.000-07:002007-08-24T09:25:50.678-07:00Sweet Dreams with Princess GraceWell Princess… i wasn’t planning to blog about my lock up this week, but i just have to let all Your pets know how different things are when Princess actually controls the key!<br /><br />i have been without cummies now for over two weeks, but up until two days ago it was the honor system. Because i had to pass through security detectors, i could only wear the plastic lock on my CB2500 (CB3000 rings and 2000 cage).Two days ago i got a parcel from Princess that contained a lock box i had ordered for Her through Amazon. Once i knew it had come (and that i wasn’t going to!) i had to mail Princess my second key, i had already mailed Her my first one. So now Princess and i each had one of the keys… the only difference was that mine was in a lockbox and only Princess knows its combination.<br /><br />That night i was privileged enough to chat with Princess, and i know She took great joy in knowing that She was finally going to have complete and total control over my cock. “On your knees now pantysue! Remove that plastic lock and take the cage off, but leave the rings on.” Obediently i obeyed my Princess… She has the Pussy, so She makes the Rules!<br /><br /> “Now stroke it pantysue… stroke it for Me. Who am i pantysue?”<br /><br /> “You are the Stroke Princess… You are my <a href="http://www.strokeprincess.com/">Stroke Princess</a>!”<br /><br />“Awwww that’s a good little girl. Keep stroking for Me, but absolutely no cummies!”<br /><br />“Yes Princess…”<br /><br />“Now do you have some ice around there pantysue? You do, good… i want you to ice down your cock so that you can get it back into that cage. Are you back inside yet?” <br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6Y6dfMUg9zjUXdF52lFSJXG0if3Nt0gB3W971PsKhzn9K6NU4y-ojgpsNSSWJJqaxXeHnXCC9VlWUfncKe5vckE7VMmABTdnga8TGWg01MsE2_WAsCGhmrSuIYhAtf83nfH0ilxVzJSKK/s1600-h/clip_image002.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5102303089907242530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6Y6dfMUg9zjUXdF52lFSJXG0if3Nt0gB3W971PsKhzn9K6NU4y-ojgpsNSSWJJqaxXeHnXCC9VlWUfncKe5vckE7VMmABTdnga8TGWg01MsE2_WAsCGhmrSuIYhAtf83nfH0ilxVzJSKK/s400/clip_image002.jpg" border="0" /></a> Needless to say after two weeks of no cummies and kneeling before the perfect Princess as She is telling me to stroke made my cock full and throbbing. It was nearly impossible to get it back into its plastic prision, but at last with the help of Princess’s suggestion that i insert some ice in my sissy hole i was able to get it back inside. <br /><br />“Now lock it pantysue… lock it for Me and then get back down on your knees and say goodnight to your Princess!”<br /><br />“Yes Princess… Thank You so much for taking care of me Princess. Goodnight my Princess.”<br /><br />“Goodnight pantysue… now climb into your bed and have sweet dreams!”<br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh9Zcfhr50M8uKhRclT8qBqcklKCJS_lsO9_6wQ2AGSp_h_Ly34QHDrPCZ7SANujFOfJqfT96N63y5JhRKLQ7Lp3IHs5EAUCWpTg6ijQ-PX7kPUCVD5O0sIwb2vxgesNyh6b9yNVhwjCUuJ/s1600-h/clip_image004.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5102303016892798482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh9Zcfhr50M8uKhRclT8qBqcklKCJS_lsO9_6wQ2AGSp_h_Ly34QHDrPCZ7SANujFOfJqfT96N63y5JhRKLQ7Lp3IHs5EAUCWpTg6ijQ-PX7kPUCVD5O0sIwb2vxgesNyh6b9yNVhwjCUuJ/s400/clip_image004.jpg" border="0" /></a> And there i was, all locked up and staring at my lock box. i could hear the key rattling around inside, and through the tiny holes in the back i could even get a glimpse of my key, but i would only be able to get to it when Princess whispered the numbers to open the box.<br /><br />i am not sure why it is so different, even with just the plastic lock on i never cheated on Princess… never stroked without Her permission, but i guess this sissy head always knew it could. Now that same sissy brain knew that this time only Princess could allow me out and because of that everything became more intense. Despite the ice, i was straining against the cage most of the night. When the wake-up call came the next morning all i just wished it was Princess on the other end. And then on the way to work i notice this salon named “Princess Nails” to remind me of the pedis we just got. Princess truly is the Mindfucktress… my Mindfucktress.<br /><br />And then that afternoon one more thing to remember Princess by showed up in my mailbox, a jeweled butt plug that featured an emerald… Princess’s birthstone. So as i fell asleep last night, i was locked in my Princess’s cage and wearing Her birthstone remembering what She said about having “sweet dreams”.<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjup5vgmsAJPe8bcRD1iCs8-IT2DuQ6CBSKJmqlMKnDX-L8u1wizGO-oDHVB_zNyniDeoQVkWAfPuyR2ZOmYlnZuq_QEcXobPm8or2DgBdkSgS9G3k38a1yQPFaZtqbeEncTzVYDP9LVelx/s1600-h/clip_image006.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5102302939583387138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjup5vgmsAJPe8bcRD1iCs8-IT2DuQ6CBSKJmqlMKnDX-L8u1wizGO-oDHVB_zNyniDeoQVkWAfPuyR2ZOmYlnZuq_QEcXobPm8or2DgBdkSgS9G3k38a1yQPFaZtqbeEncTzVYDP9LVelx/s400/clip_image006.jpg" border="0" /></a> During my dream i am working at my desk an in comes this beautiful young woman. She asks me if i remember her and she says her name. Well i don’t remember her, but i certainly think it is in my best interest to pretend i do. Then she takes her finger and starts tickling my ear and then tracing her way down to my nipples… “Remember when we used to do this?” i know i sure as heck would have remembered it. And then she makes her way down to my lap and finds my cage. “Well what is this we have here?” But instead of being scared off, she walks around to the other side of my desk, crawls under and unzips my pants. “And remember how much you used to like it when I did this” she says as she starts to suck my cock. But with the cage on it is such a strange felling… hers is the motion of a great blow job but all i get are little wet tickles as her tongue finds its way between the pink bars now and then. The torture of having the feeling of release right there, but no way to attain it is killing me!<br /><br />i am sure <a href="http://psoprincess.blogspot.com/">Princess Grace</a> will have an explanation as to why i would have a dream like this, but this round of chastity for Princess is the most difficult ever. My mind is constantly thinking of all the things that make me want to stroke, but since pleasing Princess is at the top of that list, i will do my best to endure. Although i have a feeling next time i hear Princess’s voice on the other end of the phone i will probably start to beg… in fact i will probably promise to do anything to hear Her softy whisper that combination… ANYTHING!<br /><br /><br /><div></div></div></div>PSO Goddesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07048748807759998239noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5805083058015575054.post-5790407230425383572007-08-12T19:02:00.000-07:002007-08-12T19:12:17.989-07:00A Pedi for Two! Princess and Her Pedi Pet<div align="center"><em><span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;">Just when i was getting used to getting my own pedicure, wouldn’t you know that </span><a href="http://psoprincess.blogspot.com/"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;">Princess</span></a><span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"> would come up with a new way of doing it!<br /><br />Princess and i were chatting last night, and She of course knew that i was going to get my nails done today. Well what does Princess decide to do but get Her’s done with me! Don’t i wish that She was in the same salon with me, but it was about as close as i could hope to get.<br /><br />The instructions Princess gave me last night were that today i was to get ready by putting my butt plug firmly in place, put on a satiny pair of panties with a maxi-pad in place and then make sure all of that was safely confined in my tight control panties… of course i had my cage on too! And being such a good little girl, i couldn’t help but put on my pink cami as well… makes those nipples so sensitive!<br /><br />Princess and i set a time we were both going to get our pedi’s and when i was there i was supposed to text Her so that She could call me. Princess in my head and a nail tech making my feet feel wonderful… this was going to be heaven on earth! “i am soaking” went my text message…. “so am I” came back the reply. And then the phone rings!<br /><br />i have to say it was difficult not to fall into my </span><a href="http://www.sissyschool.com/"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;">sissy</span></a><span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"> pantysue voice, but i think the women in the store… yes there were two other women getting their nails done… would have wondered where that voice was coming from. Well it was an interesting conversation to say the least wasn’t it Princess? Trying to come up with code words so that we both knew what we were talking about and the room in Her store and my store wouldn’t drop their collective jaws!</span></em></div><br /><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj2e9-J9ZW1S_AEG7w5AE53LfcYNzubRpbSVCgfhXVYKzSlWT__w7OuaPN7-qmsrBeTlX8__YQhEeAvYtEVr0DwYpc9oTaVklJbZl-vbDiAA8gSKNZ4LiFMVJDRwBxZkj3u_5CT_OllH5zB/s1600-h/1.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098000364883716354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj2e9-J9ZW1S_AEG7w5AE53LfcYNzubRpbSVCgfhXVYKzSlWT__w7OuaPN7-qmsrBeTlX8__YQhEeAvYtEVr0DwYpc9oTaVklJbZl-vbDiAA8gSKNZ4LiFMVJDRwBxZkj3u_5CT_OllH5zB/s400/1.jpg" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color:#000000;"> <em>Princess asked me how i was feeling, knowing my butt plug was vibrating in the chair as my nails were getting trimmed… and then as my toes started getting messaged i mentioned to Her how good that felt and said it might cause the same kind of reaction She sometimes gets when Her toes are taken care of. “No, no, no!” Princess warns, “Remember the jewels are all locked away, and the key is in a safe place!”</em></span></span><br /><br /><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEij1K6wwJTSSeshtwZaVcH9Xc5VbiA9xiEu7xA54_Kys9xPtwi2qxZnGxdDUMiPhlfJwHT6n-cu6GskLF3ne-_SzE1WJqlOr6UFCrXJdChpQ9uKZ-x3VaTx_B9hmGn_X7N9VsdLD-tLAoq_/s1600-h/2.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098000304754174194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEij1K6wwJTSSeshtwZaVcH9Xc5VbiA9xiEu7xA54_Kys9xPtwi2qxZnGxdDUMiPhlfJwHT6n-cu6GskLF3ne-_SzE1WJqlOr6UFCrXJdChpQ9uKZ-x3VaTx_B9hmGn_X7N9VsdLD-tLAoq_/s400/2.jpg" border="0" /></a><em><span style="color:#000000;"><span style="font-size:130%;">“Yes, French… they need to match My fingers,” Princess says to Her nail boy. Having made sure that was understood, She was back to teasing me. “you know some people keep them in the bank,” She says. “Keep what?” i ask. “The key silly.” “Am i going to have to make some sort of deposit?” i asked. Then there was nothing but :::giggles::: “I don’t think you will be making a deposit for some time!” that sensuous voice of Her’s replied.<br /><br />Well we had found our code… bank talk! There are safe deposit boxes, vaults, deposit slips… and somehow for me that even turned into a more appropriate “pink slip” that i might get. And even though we might open up the jewel case i certainly wasn’t going to be allowed to make a deposit… “maybe a few cents might fall out of my pockets as a ‘predeposit’” but the bank would close before i would have a chance to make any real deposit.<br /><br />“Yes a clear coat,” i said to my nail lady… she has done it enough times now that she knows what my usual finish is. “you’re way ahead of Me,” Princess says. “Well i am not getting French nails.” There i go… getting myself into trouble again. Those of you who know Princess know what She is going to say next…“Maybe next time you should get French nails. Oh (you know how Princess says that when She has another great idea) and instead of getting my nails done too, I will just call you so that I won’t have to talk in code.”<br /><br />Well needless to say, my nails look quite pretty and Princess’s of course are perfect! I guess this is what i love about Princess… just when a sissy thinks it is safe to get a pedi… Princess decides to take it to a whole new level. Next time i am sure i will have to have pictures of my French nails to show Princess and of course the blog and at the same time listen to Princess have fun teasing me on the phone the whole time!</span><br /></span></em><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhA6jSZoejtfUxta9vrxGUxrms22jnQFfRJF4c-n-bFyRkE6FkP_HCsWjjoW2Isw0-_nTYLSoKw4G-sqcGnGhZmh4MYJuPRf9QllzRW6ZT_vNWanUfAAtynGAef0N_sdCvZDFiiFJa76mVg/s1600-h/3.jpg"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098000223149795554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhA6jSZoejtfUxta9vrxGUxrms22jnQFfRJF4c-n-bFyRkE6FkP_HCsWjjoW2Isw0-_nTYLSoKw4G-sqcGnGhZmh4MYJuPRf9QllzRW6ZT_vNWanUfAAtynGAef0N_sdCvZDFiiFJa76mVg/s400/3.jpg" border="0" /></span></a><em><span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;">Is there any wonder why so many pets love my </span><a href="http://www.strokeprincess.com/"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;">Stroke Princess</span></a><span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;">?</span></em><span style="color:#000000;"><br /></span><br /></div></div>PSO Goddesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07048748807759998239noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5805083058015575054.post-25359576775645179222007-07-26T18:18:00.001-07:002007-07-26T18:26:40.947-07:00TestiMOANialI wrote this TestiMOANial for my Princess Grace. I wanted to share it here too.<br /><br /><br />As You well know, i have been a devotee of <a href="http://www.sissyschool.com/">Sissy School</a> for several years now. i have spoken to literally dozens of the Mistresses and love Them all. It was even my honor to treat many of Them (even <a href="http://www.cockcontrol.com/index.php?action=show&tease=75">Ms Ally</a>) to dinner on their last trip as a token of my appreciation. This last month however has been a coming out so to speak for this sissy!<br /><br />Ordinarily i would just continue to be selfish and not submit a Testimoanial about Ms Grace, not wanting others to know how salacious She is, keeping that knowledge to as small a group as possible. But the wonderful path Ms Grace has led me down the last several weeks has allowed me to be taken, owned and collared by my <a href="http://psoprincess.blogspot.com/">Princess</a>.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_RWkaRqXWW-4D3jpxR3XbfJmdYFjK0hGzb1sYxEA4l4Mg4KauCbt5TMxuG1w6zAzBva9UWEoxpdQqVmT62-3NfWLCfMyKDKWyXoNzKWo4JzlcVvJrQm1_ZOjz959_X21FRxHgxEutaEZz/s1600-h/collar.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5091680024154908802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_RWkaRqXWW-4D3jpxR3XbfJmdYFjK0hGzb1sYxEA4l4Mg4KauCbt5TMxuG1w6zAzBva9UWEoxpdQqVmT62-3NfWLCfMyKDKWyXoNzKWo4JzlcVvJrQm1_ZOjz959_X21FRxHgxEutaEZz/s400/collar.jpg" border="0" /></a>It began some time ago when <a href="http://www.cockcontrol.com/index.php?action=show&tease=76">Ms Trish</a> invited <a href="http://www.cockcontrol.com/index.php?action=show&tease=32">Ms Grace</a> to join us for a two Mistress call. That call was by far the best one this sissy had ever had! (Although a later one with Ms Grace and <a href="http://www.cockcontrol.com/index.php?action=show&tease=56">Ms Tara</a> was a true classic!) Not too long after that i called Ms Grace for another session and She began to cast Her spell on me. i had always been a curious little sissy, so i would still try different Mistresses. But i would always go back and call Ms Grace and realize that there was something about Her that was just special. Another new Mistress would join and i would be intrigued and call. But the voice of Ms Grace, my Princess, just had this mystical hold on me. i finally just decided to admit it… Princess is simply the best!<br /><br />Her voice is of course erotic in so many ways and those giggles can both make a pet laugh and a sissy blush during humiliation. And then there is Her face… how could anyone resist that face. But what i probably love more than all is Princess’s imagination!<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhrAmj2JGchzBpCV8Z5Nr4JRyNnTWRukjSdjU9fdwQ8OgrTUDdPtaQdTqKHIVJ01T02rBDCSENjDuamyIiivz9p8v-m0bOrfeIdyjx_lBzUA0zETMzr6Ybnv9HHFu9F50ALtbJQtZ5eB0AW/s1600-h/grace.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5091679968320333938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhrAmj2JGchzBpCV8Z5Nr4JRyNnTWRukjSdjU9fdwQ8OgrTUDdPtaQdTqKHIVJ01T02rBDCSENjDuamyIiivz9p8v-m0bOrfeIdyjx_lBzUA0zETMzr6Ybnv9HHFu9F50ALtbJQtZ5eB0AW/s400/grace.jpg" border="0" /></a>Somehow my Princess always knows how to keep me on edge. She has me constantly trying new things… sometimes a little daring but always exciting. Were it not for my Princess, i never would have come to know the sheer bliss of getting a pedicure! Now i get them regularly! When i started logging in, it was always to Sissy School. i couldn’t understand how someone would ever like <a href="http://www.cockcontrol.com/">Cock Control</a>. But as Princess slowly began to become my addiction and i found that i wanted nothing more than to give myself over to Her, giving Her control of my cock seemed like the ultimate surrender. Now i wear my cock cage whenever my Princess desires and it is with a mix of torment and bliss that my Princess takes me where no other Mistress ever could! And when i am finally allowed to cum, i can’t help but moan in a sweet girlie way a true testiMOANial to my Princess.<br /><br />Then the ultimate honor, Princess sent me Her collar. Without hesitation i pledged my body, my cock, my will to my to my Goddess, my Princess, my Everything! i have read other testimoanials praising how wonderful a call or a few sessions were with a particular Mistress, but there is a reason i say Princess is my Everything. It is not just about a great call, although they are all great… some lasting several hours! This testimoanial is in praise of the total Princess. How kind She is to all Her pets hosting Midnight Madness and <a href="http://psoprincess.blogspot.com/">Tease Time</a>. Doing all those delicious MP3’s for Her <a href="http://www.cockcontrol.com/">strokers</a>, and recently signing on to share Her erotic mindfucks with so many. Yet somehow She always makes me feel like i am Her only one!<br /><br />i have found true paradise! Worshiping, honoring, adoring and even begging my <a href="http://psoprincess.blogspot.com/">Princess</a>! i shall not leave Her and will cherish each and every moment that i am with Her. She is the true <a href="http://www.strokeprincess.com/">Stroke Princess</a>! my <a href="http://psoprincess.blogspot.com/">Princess</a>!<br /><br />pantysue_CollaredbyPrincessGracePSO Goddesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07048748807759998239noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5805083058015575054.post-34134396332755153052007-07-19T16:05:00.000-07:002007-07-19T16:12:38.761-07:00A CASTLE FIT FOR A PRINCESS!Last night <a href="http://psoprincess.blogspot.com/">Princess Grace</a> and i had another wonderful long chat where we both opened up the Prezzies we had sent each other…<br /><br />She sent me candles and soap and other yummy smelling things, and a bracelet..... and i sent Her a bra just like the one She loved in my blog and some other accessories to go with it and a Princess size chocolate flavored Cuban cigar,… and we both sent each other nail polish. OMG… i almost forgot… i also sent Princess my key!<br /><br />Anyway, during our girl talk about scores of thing including how much i love being collared, jealous people and catty chatters, and how people should just be themselves and not try to be something they aren’t.......then talk turned to a Castle for <a href="http://psoprincess.blogspot.com/">Princess</a>!<br /><br /><a href="http://www.cockcontrol.com/index.php?action=show&tease=32">Princess Grace</a> said She would like me to help design a castle for Her! The only requirement She has given me is that She gets to live in the Tower! Princess said i could post this in my blog and ask for suggestions of what other rooms this castle should have.<br /><br />After my call with Princess this morning (yes She sometimes likes to give me a wake-up call) i know now that this castle must have a Dungeon. Princess put me in wrist cuffs and ankle cuffs that held my arms spread out over my head and my legs, perched on tippy toes in my heels were spread apart too. But there was no rope or chain holding them there… just the power that Princess has over me causing me to become helplessly restrained in Her presence and vulnerable to any teasing tormenting thing Princess (or anyone She might want to have join her) would take pleasure in.<br /><br />Well now you get the picture. We must have a…<br /><br />TOWER for Princess to live in<br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5089048403362771858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgq9RmSGBbDFs3YpEqCvwv389Vd0GEYvFb2qteqntpsjLaH9xB9keFGbLpZpjEhoJPDh51ppZkcNaAO-jWmZzW8tgLpoGF9yab-vuiMSLo6WTkaOv_g-lHEh65pi0Yur7tZxFpGtOGy2GJs/s400/1.jpg" border="0" />DUNGEON for Princess to torment us in<br /><div></div><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi27is8j7ONZAECpMmWW2pWERtQBE3EnDKvLNzY8EpUMubo1CFUTvuSmChzCVBELhjHK03Y5Qm_oQlPehD145qBeMr8De4KKiVcgqv2Gn0m3TMeD8Bc5wg4C1KYyOv2z9ZsJ3M6Nf4rjxaC/s1600-h/2.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5089048343233229698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi27is8j7ONZAECpMmWW2pWERtQBE3EnDKvLNzY8EpUMubo1CFUTvuSmChzCVBELhjHK03Y5Qm_oQlPehD145qBeMr8De4KKiVcgqv2Gn0m3TMeD8Bc5wg4C1KYyOv2z9ZsJ3M6Nf4rjxaC/s400/2.jpg" border="0" /></a> HELP PRINCESS FIGURE OUT THE OTHER ROOMS SHE WILL NEED!<br /><br />The only rule is you can’t just name a room. you have to describe what will go on in that room just like what happened to pantysue in the dungeon. And if you have a picture, including that is even better. Feel free to post it as a comment here, or post it on your own blog with a link here. <br /><br />Let’s build the best Castle ever for the one and only <a href="http://psoprincess.blogspot.com/">Stroke Princess</a>! <br /><br /><div></div></div>PSO Goddesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07048748807759998239noreply@blogger.com4