May & June 2004: My Lost Bet

May 25 2004

This has been such a prolific blogging month for me that it was getting annoying to have to scroll that far down to see the most recent entries. So now I've archived the entries from May 1 to May 22, and you can find them by clicking right here.

For those just joining us now, I should mention that most of my prolific blogging this month has concerned a bet which I made with my lover Valkyrie, and which I am now having cause to regret. Here’s Valkyrie’s announcement/explanation of the bet, from earlier this month:

To see how this bet came about, and how matters have developed since, you’ll have to go check out those archived entries.

Not a lot to say about the bet right now, except: “Aaaahhh! Only four days to go!” and: “Please, please, please don’t send Valkyrie any more ideas! The way she’s been grinning at me lately is scary enough already!”

Geminica posted this entry in her blog today:

This inspired me to think about what my current “monkeymind questions” list was. Here it is, as posted from work to the Comments section of Geminica’s blog:

Fellow blogger Old Cutter John promptly responded, “You should be less worried about the changes. Keep up the work!”

Okay, that’s good advice. After all, I’ve got enough to worry about, with this weekend looming ever closer...

In other news, my server logs this month contain the best Google search term I’ve ever seen: “fetal clown syndrome.”

May 26 2004

Well, this is it. My last entry before the big weekend.

Tomorrow (Thursday, which starts in a few minutes) I work late, wrapping up some loose ends just in case Valkyrie isn’t bluffing and I really do end up having to take time off...

“I’m sorry, Lila’s out of the office on slavery leave...”

Friday, I’ll spend the evening cleaning this place up, and then go to bed early and get a long night’s rest, even if I have to drug myself to get to sleep.

Saturday morning, Valkyrie shows up, to move in and take over my life for the weekend, and I find out just how badly I’ve lost this bet. Gulp.

I’d say “wish me luck,” but I get the feeling that whatever wishes you’ve got for me have already been emailed to Valkyrie...

The new issues of NYX and Promethea, whose long overdueness I wondered about in yesterday’s entry, both arrived at Comic Relief today. I’m off to curl up in bed with them now.

May 29 2004

I am screwed. I am totally screwed.

Valkyrie wins the bet. I lose. Oh, boy, do I ever lose.

Welcome to Day One of my punishment.

I knew I was in trouble right away this morning (Saturday morning, which might be yesterday morning by the time this gets posted), when Valkyrie showed up with a gigantic duffel bag of supplies, a small plastic shopping bag, and a big sheaf of papers. The papers were printouts of all the emails she’s gotten from all of you cruel, horrible, evil readers. She wouldn’t let me read them, of course. She just waved them triumphantly in my face, long enough for me to see that there were a whole lot of pages, all covered with her notes and highlighter marks.

“Okay, loser,” she said, “your ass is mine now. You can start by changing into this.” She tossed me the shopping bag. Something black and white and lacy folded up inside. It proved to be a particularly frilly and revealing French maid’s outfit, one of those cheap costume-shop ones that I guess people buy for naughty halloween parties... or for situations like this one. It came complete with cheap fishnet stockings, frilly garters, little white apron, and little white frilly maid-hat thingy.

She laughed at the dismayed expression on my face. “You can change in the bathroom,” she said. “I’ve got a few things to arrange.” She nodded toward the semi-unfolded costume in my hands. “That’s courtesy of Yoko and Geminica, by the way,” she said. “Well, I picked it out and bought it myself... but it was their idea. One of their ideas. Oh, wait a moment...” She shuffled through the stack of papers in her hand. “I copied down something you wrote in your blog a couple of weeks ago... I wanted to read it back to you to remind you... here it is... you wrote: ‘I’m sure that Yoko’s suggestions were really fairly mild. Yoko never struck me as having a real evil streak...’ You can think about those foolish words while you’re changing... and you’ll have plenty more chances to think about them later, too! Now hop to it, girl! Get that cute little outfit on!”

And sure enough, I’m thinking about Yoko and her evil streak as I type this, since it was also Yoko’s idea to make me post a blog entry on each day of my enslavement.

By the way, if I seem to be taking it rather well that my dear sister bloggers have caused these humilations to be inflicted on me, it’s not because there aren’t a few things I’d like to say about it, it’s because Valkyrie has informed me that I am “not permitted to use unladylike language in speaking of my betters.”

“You’re not writing so that you can take a break to be a smartass and blow off steam,” she explained. “You’re writing to repay all the nice readers who sent me suggestions, by letting them have some entertainment at your expense. I get the final say on what you post, and you know I’ll be making you post the really embarrassing stuff. And no rudeness. Remember, you’re not just my slave, you’re everybody’s slave. If you go insulting your dear friends who cared enough to send in all these ideas on how to torture you... well, they just might decide to send in even more ideas!”

Which brings me to one of the reasons that I am totally, totally screwed.

When I emerged from the bathroom, scowling defiantly in my humiliating new outfit (which proved to be very revealing and, er, uplifting), Valkyrie had me pose for her for a couple of minutes, while she walked around and inspected me, with the occasional gloating comment and the occasional casual spank or pinch. Then she sat down on the edge of the bed, and ordered me to kneel before her while she read me the printout of an email she’d recieved from Nickykaa, which said:

Early on in her reading, I tried to voice some outraged protests, but she sternly warned me to keep quiet. By the time she reached the end, of course, I could only swallow hard and bite my lip nervously. I knew that I was totally screwed.

But I didn’t know just how totally screwed I was yet. Nicky’s letter was only half the story. The other half was the email that Neige sent.

It turns out that Neige’s email contained only one suggestion: “Invite me over.”

That was the next thing on Valkyrie’s agenda. She had me remain kneeling silently in the middle of the floor, while she called Neige on her cell phone and told her to come on up. It turned out Neige was waiting downstairs in Valkyrie’s car (with yet another big bag of “supplies”). It only took her about two minutes to get up to my apartment, but they were a very long two minutes, during which I was required to continue kneeling silently, facing the doorway so that Neige could see me when she came in.

I hadn’t seen Neige for months, not since the final evening of my fling with her... an evening where I’d been in control, and had really put her through her paces. Of course, I never dreamed she’d ever have a chance to repay me in kind...

When Valkyrie ushered her in, and she saw me kneeling before her on the floor, glowering and blushing in my skimpy little maid outfit... well, watching that evil grin light up her face actually made me tremble.

After Neige had greeted me with a kiss on the cheek, some teasing caresses, and much gloating and taunting, and had made me stand up so she could inspect me much as Valkyrie had done, Valkyrie finally explained to me just how dire my situation was... Neige is free to hang out here all weekend, and she’s got her evenings free most of the week. And according to Nicky’s loophole/suggestion, anything that Neige wants Valkyrie to do to me, or wants Valkyrie to let her do to me, counts as a “reader suggestion” under the terms of the bet, and will be done to me. And, of course, Neige can just say to Valkyrie, every day, “I request that you keep her for another day so I can play with her again tomorrow.”

In other words, they get to keep me for as long as they want to, and they can do anything they want to me.

I am screwed. Screwed, screwed, screwed.

They say that if I please them, and if they’re feeling merciful, they might let me go sometime around Wednesday.

Valkyrie has just ordered me to get out of the chair and kneel on the floor while she types a message for me to insert here. So here’s Valkyrie:

Valkyrie commands me to tell you all that my little nipples are very stiff right now, and that I whimper very nicely.

I spent most of today being Valkyrie and Neige’s little serving maid, running around in that maid costume. They came up with many ways for me to serve them, including massages, lots of foot-licking and toe-sucking, and, yes, good old-fashioned oral sex. Plus other duties that were assigned purely for their humiliation value, like the long, strip-club style dance I had to perform for them (including lap-dances for both of them, of course). Whenever they found fault with my performance, I was required to remove another piece of the costume, so I’ve been completely naked for the past few hours.

Naked except for the flowers. I’ve got flowers in my hair. It’s quite beautiful, really.

The flowers are from Ace (well, Neige ran out and picked them up at a flower shop, but they were Ace’s idea). Soon after I shed the last bit of my costume, Neige and Valkyrie tied my hands over my head to the hook in the ceiling (which usually has a plant hanging from it, to conceal its true purpose from casual visitors), tied my feet together, and went to work on me with the flowers, stroking me from head to toe with them, tickling and teasing me with them, and occasionally giving me a cruel taste of the thorns of the roses.

They really worked me into a frenzy with those flowers. Oh, Ace... even when you’re being evil, you’ve got such class!

While I was still tied, and squirming and whimpering in my desperation for an orgasm, they bedecked my hair with flowers, and then untied me and made me weave flowers into their hair, too. We look like a couple of Faerie queens and their Faerie handmaid, which I’m sure would please Ace to no end.

The remaining flowers have been shredded, and their petals scattered all around the apartment. Whatever else is in store for me this weekend, I will always have the memory of this amazing smell of flowers and female arousal.

It was not until just before I sat down to write this entry that I was finally allowed to have an orgasm. After much begging and foot-kissing on my part, I was made to lie on my back on the floor, amidst the scattered flowers, and masturbate while they watched (and made many an embarrassing comment, not to mention occasionally ordering me to stop and beg some more).

Now, of course, Neige has got me going again... Argh!

Okay, I’m told that’s all for the night. Valkyrie has another announcement to make, and then I get to find out what kind of sleeping arrangements are planned for me...

May 30 2004

Day Two.

It’s really hard getting back into verbal space. Half an hour ago I was a trembling, whimpering little Lila-puddle. Valkyrie and Neige sat me down in front of the computer and I just sort of tried to go into fetal postion in the chair. They had to walk me around the room a bit and let me smoke a couple of cigarettes to get me back to where I could write. I think I can do this now. Just start where I left off last night, and focus on the details...

First, about the sleeping arrangements: all three of us squeezed into my bed, with me in the middle. One of my ankles is shackled to the frame of the bed (the shackles look like a pair of handcuffs except that they’re ankle-sized instead of wrist-sized and the chain is about 18 inches long). My wrists are cuffed in front of me with leather cuffs, which are held shut by tiny padlocks. The thin chain connecting the cuffs is about a foot long, and runs through the metal loop at the front of a leather collar which is padlocked around my neck. Which means, of course, that while I’ve got enough slack to scratch my nose, put my arms in comfortable positions, and adjust my pillows, I am unable to reach my privates (Valkyrie points out that actually, until she decides the bet is over, they’re not my privates... they belong to Valkyrie, Neige, and the readers of this blog, and I’ve no business touching them without permission).

Once we were all snuggled up in bed, Valkyrie and Neige wasted no time in taking advantage of my position by teasing me to near-madness. They finally did bring me to orgasm, but not before I’d earned it by giving each of them their own orgasms with my tongue (and while I worked on one, of course, the other continued teasing me).

That’s the sleeping arrangement. Now, about meals...

On Friday, I made sure that my kitchen was well-stocked wtth convenient finger foods: cheese, crackers, olives, french bread, pita bread, hummus, grapes, strawberries, apples, chocolate, etc. Yesterday, lunch and dinner consisted of me laying out selections of these treats and serving them to Neige and Valkyrie, and then kneeling at their feet while they ate, with my hands cuffed behind my back, so that they could feed me my portion out of their hands (naturally, I had to sit up and beg like a dog for each morsel).

With Neige around to go on grocery runs and pick up take-out food, I assumed that all the meals would be like that. But I was disabused of that notion this morning, when Valkyrie announced, much to my surprise, that she was going to cook a pancake brunch for the three of us. Which, as you can imagine, sounded like a much easier morning than a girl in my position could have hoped for.

Of course, it sounded good because when I think of someone cooking me a pancake breakfast, I usually think that while they’re doing it, I’ll be hanging out chatting with them, or watching cartoons or something. Which, of course, wasn’t what I was doing while Valkyrie cooked breakfast. I was tied down to the bed, naked and tightly spreadeagled, while Neige played with me, trying out a variety of toys.

Neige and Valkyrie say that this would be a good time to correct some possible reader misconceptions about what they’re like when they’re not torturing me. First of all, neither of them think of themselves as lesbians. Both of them have dated guys a lot more than they’ve dated women. I’m only the second girl that Neige has been with. In fact, she’s got a boyfriend right now... unless he dumps her for having a days-long kinky girl-on-girl threesome and not inviting him.

(Neige would like you to know that the boyfriend is out of town anyway, and also that I’ll be paying for that remark later.)

Also, before me, neither of them had been in a relationship that was all about BDSM. Valkyrie’s played with kink, but always as a spice, never as the main course. She never thought of herself as a serious “dom” before she hooked up with me.

“It was funny,” she says. “I was getting emails from your blogging friends that were all shy, like they thought I was this amazon dyke dominatrix, like Xena or something... and then I was getting these emails from these serious kinksters, who were talking to me like I was one of them, and they’re using words I have to look up on Google! I had no idea what a ring-gag was...”

“Ring-gag?” I ask in alarm.

“Keep typing,” she grins.

Neige had been tied up by one boyfriend in the past. Being tied up by a girl was just a fantasy until she answered my ad. Until this weekend, she never topped anyone before.

So while Valkyrie was taking her sweet time in my kitchen, making a sumptuous pancake brunch from scratch, Neige was having her very first experience of having a naked, spreadeagled girl completely at her mercy. If you’ve been fortunate enough to have that experience, you know what a kid-in-a-candystore treat it is. And for Neige, there was the payback element. Plus the huge bags full of toys, and the email printouts full of helpful suggestions...

She tortured me with ice cubes for a while. While she did, she explained that she and Valkyrie had done a tally and found that ice was the second-most-popular reader suggestion.

Right after she told me this, she went to work icing my breasts, so it wasn’t until a little while later that I was able to pull myself together enough to ask her what the first-most-popular suggestion was.

“Spanking,” she said, giving my naked thigh a hard swat.

“Do I want to know what came in third?” I asked.

“Making you beg to come,” she grinned. “I think we’ll be doing a whole lot of that.”

After the ice, there was a lot of tickling with different implements. Then she rummaged in one of the bags and produced the nipple clips. Big, cruel-looking clips, joined by a thin length of chain.

I have very, very sensitive nipples.

She dangled the clips in front of my face. While I begged for mercy, she iced my nipples again to get them nice and stiff for the clips. Just before she fastened the first one onto my poor vulnerable nipple, she said, “Oh, by the way... these are from Yoko. You know... your friend who doesn’t have an evil streak?”

(Yoko, Valkyrie commands me to tell you that they’re having a lot of fun making me eat those words, and that they hope you’re enjoying reading about it, and that you’re free to write to her again if you think of more ways you’d like to teach me the price of underestimating you. Also, she says to be sure and let her know if you want me to have to apologize to you and beg you for mercy.)

She left the clips on while she continued to tease and torment me. It was a long time before brunch was ready.

Eventually, huge plates of delicious-smelling pancakes were brought in, along with bowls of strawberries and blueberries, and set beside me on the bed. Before Valkyrie and Neige had tied me down, they had covered the bed with a plastic tarp they’d brought with them, and then with big towels. This seemed a little excessive, as far as protecting the bed from melting ice. But now I found out what it was really about. Neige finally removed the nipple clips, and Valkyrie went back into the kitchen and returned with a large saucepan, the contents of which she promptly began dripping onto my spreadeagled body. The contents of the saucepan proved to honey... a great quantity of honey, heated to warmer than body temperature but not quite to the point of being painful.

Warm honey, it was explained to me, had been requested by both Yoko and Geminica... the same two who had suggested the maid outfit. “Great minds think alike,” Neige remarked.

Brunch consisted of delicious pancakes and berries, dipped in the honey that had been poured on my body. In between feeding themselves, they also fed me, a process which seemed mostly to be an excuse to drip as much honey onto my face as possible.

After a very long and sticky brunch (which included many breaks to tease and torment me), there was more play with my honey-covered body. Eventually, we all took a long shower together to get the honey off (Neige at first suggested that maybe she and Valkyrie could shower, and I could stay there, covered with honey, while she went out to a park to find some ants... but I think she just said that so she could hear me beg some more). They cuffed my hands behind my back for the shower, the better to tease me.

After the shower, they were kind enough to blow-dry and comb my hair for me... then they brought me back into the bedroom and promptly hogtied me and stuck a big ballgag in my mouth. Then, to my horror, Valkyrie rummaged in one of the bags and pulled out a digital camera. She and Neige laughed at the frantic noises of protest I made through the gag.

Valkyrie says that this is the perfect place for me to stop writing for the night. She has another announcement for you, so Neige gets to play with me again (gulp), and then when Valkyrie’s done typing her announcement, I’ll get another short break to format it and post this entry for your cruel amusement.

Here’s Valkyrie...

May 31 2004

Oh my God, I can’t believe what they did to me! They shaved my privates! Shaved them completely bare! God, I this is so embarrassing, and of course they’re making me write about it! They also say that I have to tell you that it was worse than just shaving, they shaved everything bare but there was some hair that was growing right around the outside of my nether lips, that they didn’t think they could shave without cutting me, so they plucked it! The most sensitive part of my body, and they plucked it, hair by hair! They took a really long time with it, too. I was spreadeagled on the bed for about three hours, and they’d pluck for a bit, and then they’d use ice on me down there, which soothed the pain but was also a whole different kind of torture, and then they’d tease me and do other things to me, and then they’d pluck some more, taking their time so that they could hear me beg a lot... it was sheer torture! And now my poor tender privates are completely hairless! I’ve never felt so naked!

Sometimes, while Niege did the plucking, or tortured me with ice or the nipple clips, Valkyrie left me in her evil hands and went to the computer, where, she said, she was exchanging emails with Yoko! Oh, God! How could I have underestimated Yoko so badly! I thought she was some sweet timid little thing!

Yoko told Valkyrie to go ahead and post photos of my naked breasts! Valkyrie says that she’s going to make me put one in this entry, and it’s a totally humiliating one where you can see that I’m ballgagged! And they took even more pictures today, that are even worse! They took pictures of me with the nipple clamps on my poor breasts, and pictures of me tied face-down with my naked bottom showing, because Yoko told them to!

Yoko, I’m so sorry I doubted your evil streak! I see now how badly I underestimated you! Please forgive me! Please tell them not to post those pictures!

June 1 2004

Ha ha, that’s all from Lila for tonight! What a fun day we’ve had! And tomorrow she’s in for more! We’ve decided that we’re going to keep her through Thursday, and then I’ll let her go sometime Friday. Wish we could keep her all through this coming weekend, but Neige’s boyfriend gets back into town, and I actually have to get on a plane Sunday afternoon, I’m off to spend the summer with my family! So we’ve got to let her go... I guess it’s good that she’ll get a whole weekend recover before she has to go back to work! She’ll need it, with what we’ve got in store for her the next couple of days! And you can still look forward to two more of our Lila-humiliating entries after this one!

Now about those pictures... first of all, you should all know that these pics are staying up. Neige thought that Lila would probably just take them off the site as soon as we let her go... so we’ve told Lila that if she does, we’re going to make a website of our own, featuring all of these photos plus some other really extreme ones we’re hanging onto just to have something to threaten her with! We showed her some of those other photos, and it looks like she’ll be leaving this week’s entries as they are! So these photos will stay here for your viewing pleasure!

Hey, Yoko, sorry about Lila’s colorful language back there! She’s got a filthy mouth! We’ve been having to punish her for it a lot... We’ve told her to speak respectfully of her betters in these entries, but this time she didn’t! We didn’t make her change it, because we know you’ll have your own ways of making her pay! More about that at the end of this entry...

But first, the pictures you asked for!

First of all, here are a couple of Lila spreadeagled face-down, just as you wanted her:

 

 

 

 

Cute little butt she’s got, huh? Of course, we took these before I started marking up those tender white thighs and buttocks with the cane! But below you can see how easily she does mark! When we told her we’d be posting these photos for you, she used some of that terrible unladylike language of hers, and Neige decided she needed a little discipline! So here’s a close-up of her spanked ass, freshly marked with Neige’s handprint:

 

 

And finally, here are those infamous nipple clips!

 

 

Ouch! You can see why she begs so hard whenever we go to put them on her! But when she’s wearing them, she always seems to come so much harder...

We’ll have more pics for you tomorrow... provided that any of you women readers drop me a line saying that you want to see them! We’ve still got the toe-sucking pic, since no one’s written and asked for it yet... And we’ve got a couple of really embarassing ones, from when we had her hanging on the hook today! Her lovely little breasts again, and she’s all wet with sweat and melted ice... plus she’s ballgagged again, and we’ve tickled her so much she’s drooled all over herself! Oh, how embarrassing for poor Lila! Let us know if you want to see!

Thursday’s the big spanking, and you’ll definitely be getting a look at her spanked ass!

And now, we’ve got a special invitation, just for Yoko and Geminica...

Okay, Yoko and Geminica! Here’s what’s up! You two, as Lila’s sister bloggers, seem to hold a very special place in her heart... which means that being embarrassed by you two somehow does more to her than if it was coming from someone else! And you two have been so wonderful about being involved in this whole thing! So Neige and I have come up with a special way for the two of you get to “top” Lila!

We’ve got two very special photos that if we posted them, would embarrass Lila more than anything else we’ve done so far! They’re photos that show Lila’s lovely little nether lips, after we shaved and plucked them bare! One front view (not spread or anything really extreme like that) and one close-up from the rear. This is as exposed as a girl can be!

We’ve decided to leave it up to the two of you whether these two pics get posted! Nobody else gets a say in it except you two! We really want Lila to know she’s in your power!

Here’s the game: Tomorrow (that is, Wednesday the second, which is today by now), send an email to Lila, with a cc to me. Tell Lila how she’ll have to humble herself to convince you not to have those photos posted... embarrassing things you want her to say, ways she should beg, things she should do (with me as witness) or have me and Neige do to her... Humble her in the most evil ways you can! You don’t have to go into anymore detail than you want to, you can make her try to come up with things that will appease you!

Whatever it is you demand, the results will show up in Wednesday night’s entry! After you’ve read it, you decide whether or not to grant her your mercy, and write to me to tell me what you’ve decided! If both of you say that I should spare her, those two pictures will never be seen again! But if either one of you says to go ahead and post them, then it shall be done!

That’s the game! Be as hard or as easy on her as you like! She’s all yours!

Okay, bedtime!

Valkyrie

Valkyrie here, introducing this unplanned mid-day entry! Yoko wrote to say that if Lila took a little caning and apologized for calling her an evil bitch, then "maybe, just maybe" she and Geminica would tell me not to post those two photos of her bare nether parts! Yoko also told me that tonight I should go ahead and post the other photos I mentioned in the last entry, to show Lila she means business!

Well, poor little Lila is just frantic now! She's so desperate that she got down on her knees and begged me for an extra chance to convince Yoko to spare her! And because I'm so kind, I agreed (after making her earn it with her tongue, of course).

So here's a special message from Lila, just for Yoko! Tune in late tonight or in the morning for today's regularly scheduled entry, too!

 

Wow, everyone... how about that Yoko, huh? What a woman! Tough yet compassionate! She really showed Lila who the better woman was... and with style! Way to go!

So here you go, Yoko... the one you've been waiting for! Lila with her arms tied to the hook overhead, all covered in sweat, melted ice, and her own drool! Note the string of drool hanging off her chin! Also, notice the funny mottling effect on her skin? it would be red if this were in color... it's a blush! That's right... she actually blushes all the way down to her breasts! It's so cute!

And here's Lila being put in her place yet again, sucking away at my toe with that sweet little mouth of hers! She really has a gift for toe-sucking! Wish you were here to experience it in person!

Off to bed! Tune in next time for our grand finale!

Valkyrie

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