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February 4 2005: Another Foolish Bet

Two days until the Eagles win their first Super Bowl in 45 years! Not that I’m generally a sports fan at all, but I can’t help but feel a little hometown pride. Didn’t know that I had that much team spirit in me, but apparently I’ve got enough to make this Sunday the first time in my adult life that I actually watch a whole football game. I think this is partly my homegirl Yoko’s influence… she’s a big Eagles fan, and she’s been writing about it in her blog recently, and I guess her enthusiasm is contagious.

A couple of weeks ago, when Yoko wrote her blog entry about the Eagles winning the NFC championship, I posted a comment to the entry, saying, “With my habit of making foolish bets, it's probably a good thing that you and I root for the same team.”

To which she replied, “Oh Lila: It’s a very good thing.”

But now I have found someone to make a Super Bowl bet with! Yes, it turns out that Neige, though she’s not usually a football fan at all, is foolish enough to bet against the Eagles just to piss me off! So we’ve got a big spanking riding on this game… plus whatever other little punishments the winner deems appropriate. The spankee, of course, will be naked for the occasion.

Gives a whole new meaning to the phrase “You bet your ass,” doesn’t it?

Since Yoko’s such a big Eagles fan, I’ll be punishing Neige on Yoko’s behalf as well, in whatever ways Yoko requests. I wasn’t sure whether Neige would agree to that… I thought she might declare it unfair, since, after all, if Neige wins (hah!) there’s no way for her to punish Yoko. But when I mentioned that, Neige said, “That’s okay… I’ll just add Yoko’s punishment to your punishment.”

Yep, I’ll be cheering for my team really hard this Sunday. Payment on the bet will be made Monday evening; report to follow thereafter.

Go Eagles!

February 7 2005: The Dangers of Gambling

The Eagles lost, and I’m in big trouble.

When I posted the previous entry, and invited Yoko to come up with additional ways to punish Neige, besides the spanking specified in the bet, Yoko wrote me back with one of her evil Yoko ideas. She declared that the loser should have to sing the Eagles Fight Song, while marching around the room wearing nothing but green face paint. She suggested that “The winner can spank the loser and make her sing it over from the beginning if she doesn't sing the song with the proper gusto, or makes a mistake with the lyrics.” She also said that “It's a great way to celebrate no matter who wins, because you're paying homage to my team.”

Well, it sounded like a fun thing to do to Neige, but of course I didn’t want it done to me! So I decided not to bother telling Neige about this idea… that way, if I won, I could spring it on her as a surprise, and if I lost, she wouldn’t do it to me because she wouldn’t know about it.

When the Eagles lost yesterday, Yoko wrote to me to tease me about having to sing. “Don’t disappoint me,” she said. Feeling pretty pleased with myself, I wrote back, saying, “Ha ha ha… Sorry to disappoint you,” and informing her that I hadn’t passed her idea on to Neige. “Whatever indignities I must suffer tomorrow,” I haughtily told Yoko, “at least I have the consolation that I saved myself from that particular one... and also the consolation that you don't get the pleasure of adding to my torments this time!”

Boy, was that a mistake.

When Neige arrived at my apartment today, she lost no time in ordering me to strip completely naked. That, of course, was expected, since the terms of the original bet called for the loser to be spanked naked. It was also a given that the loser would be restrained in a manner of the winner’s choosing. Neige had me cross my forearms behind my back and grab each elbow with the opposite hand, and then tied my arms that way, which left me unable to protect my bottom, and also forced me to keep my back arched so that my bottom was thrust out behind me and my breasts were thrust up and forward. Then she produced a longer length of rope, and wove it tightly in various ways around my upper body, so that it secured my upper arms to my sides, and crossed over, under, and between my breasts. This lifted my breasts further and made them bulge out in a fashion that Neige informs me looks “nice and vulnerable, and also pretty comical.” It’s a terribly embarrassing way to be tied… but then, that’s why she’s making me tell you all about it.

It wasn’t until she’d finished trussing me like that, and I was standing there feeling very vulnerable and foolish, that she took me by the hair and informed me that Yoko had written to her this morning and told her all about the Eagles Fight Song idea, and about how I had tried to “cheat them out of their fun” by not passing that message on to Neige. I knew then that I was in very big trouble indeed. But I was already tied and helpless, and there was nothing I could do except beg Neige for mercy.

“You’ll get no mercy from me, slave,” Neige said. “You can try begging Yoko for mercy if you like… but first, you’ve got some singing to do.” She said that we had to do the singing part before she made me write this entry, because she wanted Yoko to get to read about it before it was bedtime on the East Coast. “Besides,” she said, “maybe Yoko will go easier on you if you sing for her team really well.” She’d brought some green face paint, of course… which, aside from some rope, is still the only thing I’m wearing.

Neige made me spend nearly 45 minutes on the song before she was satisfied with my performance, and it was one of the most humiliating experiences of my life. She’d brought very thin riding crop with which to motivate and correct me, so sitting is painful right now and there are red stripes all over my thighs. In addition to the marching, she had me do various “dance moves”… all with my upper body still tied in that uncomfortable position that arched my back and pushed my bottom and breasts out. She said it made me look like a bird, but more like a chicken than an eagle, and after she was done making me sing, she made me prance around clucking like a chicken, which has got to be the single most embarrassing moment of my life.

Now my hands have been untied, so my arms are free from the elbows down to allow me to type, but my upper arms are still secured to my sides, with that ropework still making my breasts bulge out. Before my spanking and the long evening of other torments that Neige probably has in store for me, Neige is making me write this entry, so that everyone will know that I’ve been a naughty girl and that I’m being properly punished.

Yoko, Neige commands me to tell you three things:

First, that she will punish me in any way you wish, and be as hard or easy on me as you wish.

Second, that she has not yet done anything to my very sensitive little breasts and nipples, which are sticking out quite temptingly. She says that she’s going to wait and see what you have to say about the matter. She says that if you say so, she’ll spare my breasts entirely tonight, otherwise she’ll have fun with them. She also says that she’ll punish my breasts in any particular way you’d like. She also says that she brought the nipple clips with her, and will put them on me if you think I deserve it.

Third, commands me to confess to you that my singing of the Eagles Fight Song wasn’t very good, and that the language I used when I found out I’d have to sing it was quite disrespectful of you and didn’t show much team spirit.

She now says that I am permitted to beg you for mercy.

Oh Yoko, please please please tell her to go easy on me! Please don’t tell her to give me anymore punishments! I admit I was a naughty girl, but I’ve been thoroughly punished for it now, in a terribly embarrassing way, and I still have a spanking coming! I’m sorry that I was disrespectful and that I tried to get out of having to take the punishment you ordered! I promise I’ll never try to defy you again! I’ll be properly respectful from now on! And please spare my poor little breasts! My poor nipples are terribly sensitive, you don’t know what torture it can be to have them punished! Those nipple clips are so painful I tremble just thinking about them! I’ve learned my lesson! You won, and now everyone who reads this will know of my humilation! Isn’t that enough? Please, I’m completely at your mercy! Please be a gracious victor and spare me!

February 8 2005 (2:00 am): The Price of Crossing Mistress Yoko

Neige has gone home, so she can’t force me to write every single embarrassing detail of my punishment, but she told me that I did have to write a good account of the highlights. “You can’t disappoint your readers,” she said. “Remember, Yoko and Valkyrie are both waiting to hear what happened, and if you disappoint them, the three of us will make you pay for it next time Valkyrie visits. You don’t want to piss off Yoko again, do you?”

No, I don’t. Boy, have I ever learned my lesson about that!

After I posted my previous entry, Mistress Yoko wrote in and gave me a choice of punishments. Cruel as the choices were, she showed me some mercy (because I rooted for the Eagles, she explained) by giving me a choice, when she could have simply inflicted both punishments on me.

At first I wasn’t terribly appreciative of this generosity, but Neige explained to me later that I really should be grateful and thank Mistress Yoko properly. In fact, Neige told me in detail how I was to word my thanks, and wrote parts of it down, and told me that if I didn’t thank Mistress Yoko properly in this entry, exactly the way Neige told me to, then Neige would be sure to tell her about my ingratitude, so that Mistress Yoko could have Neige and Valkyrie punish me for it on Valkyrie’s next visit.

So here goes… sigh…

[sound of pride being swallowed]

Thank you, Mistress Yoko, for punishing me like the naughty little brat that I am, and thank you for once again generously showing me more mercy than I deserve. I am in your debt. You have proven yourself the better woman, and I am your slave forever. I promise to obey you faithfully from now on, and to show you whatever respect you demand. If I ever displease you in any way, you may have Neige and Valkyrie punish me as you see fit. I will address you as Mistress until you give me permission to do otherwise, and you, of course, may address me in whatever way you see fit, and do whatever you like in the future to remind me of my place.

Sigh… I don’t suppose she’ll ever let me live that down.

These were the two choices that Mistress Yoko offered me: either Neige got to put the nipple clips on me, or Neige got to cover my body in Cheez Whiz and then tickle me until she (Neige) was “satisfied.”

Yes, Neige had a can of Cheez Whiz with her. Mistress Yoko had instructed her in advance to bring it.

At first I couldn’t choose. Tickle me until she was “satisfied?” Just how much tickling was that? Neige informed me that if I didn’t choose quickly, I’d get both punishments at the same time until I did choose. While waiting to hear from Mistress Yoko, Neige had tied me down to the bed, naked and tightly spreadeagled (and with my face still painted green), so I was not in a position to argue. (When Neige had put a plastic tarp down on the bed before tying me to it, I’d been worried that she was going to torture me with ice cubes… I never would have guessed that I might be tortured with Cheez Whiz.)

Neige, who loves to torture my poor breasts, decided to help me make the decision by announcing that if I chose to let her tickle me until she was “satisfied,” she’d be “satisfied” when she got me to pee myself right there on the bed. I begged and protested furiously, but she declared that Mistress Yoko had left it up to her to decide what “satisfied” meant, and that it didn’t violate the bet’s clause against property damage because there was a plastic tarp protecting the bed, and that, after all, I did have a choice in the matter. When I saw that she was serious, I chose the nipple clips. I panicked and changed my mind when she dangled the clips in front of my face and began pinching my nipples to get them ready, but she told me that once my choice was made, I couldn’t take it back.

She took her time getting the clips on, and then had some fun tugging at them to make me sob and beg. Then she started tickling me! I screamed at her that this wasn’t fair, that Mistress Yoko had given me a choice of one punishment or the other, and that if she was going to tickle me, she had to at least take the clips off. To my horror, Neige replied that the choice had been between the clips, or being tickled while covered in Cheez Whiz. Mistress Yoko hadn’t said anything about tickling me without Cheez Whiz, so that was still fair game! I begged and pleaded, but it was no use. Being tickled with the nipple clips on was sheer agony, and she kept it up for a long time, taking breaks now and then to tug on the clips or inflict other tortures on me. Eventually, I really did have to pee, and it was getting harder and harder to hold it in. I renewed my pleading, and even started to cry, and at the last minute, she relented and stopped the tickling. She untied my hands and retied my arms and breasts the way they’d been tied for my Eagles Fight Song performance, with the nipple clips still on. Then she untied my feet, and, taking hold of the chain of the nipple clips, led me to the bathroom and, after making me beg a little more, allowed me to relieve myself. “When I beat you in our wrestling match this spring,” she said, “maybe I really will make you pee on yourself.”

She led me back to the bed, made me kneel on the floor, and tied the chain of the nipple clips to one of the bed’s legs. Then she gave me a very, very long, hard, thorough spanking. After the spanking, Neige made me lie on my back on the bed, arms still tied behind me in that awkward position, and handcuffed my ankles to the bedposts. She removed the nipple clips, and then inflicted a great deal of teasing on me, while she had a little talk with me about her superiority to me, and about how I was to express my gratitude to Mistress Yoko. Then she said, “Now that I’m not tickling you anymore, I guess it’s okay to use the Cheez Whiz on you.” And despite my outraged protests, she proceeded to cover me from head to toe with the entire contents of the can!

She left me like that while she packed up her toys, and then she untied my arms. In order to get her to give me the key to the handcuffs on my ankles, I had to bring myself to orgasm, still covered in Cheez Whiz, while she watched. Once she’d enjoyed the show, she tossed the key to me, blew me a kiss, and left me to clean myself up and write this all down.

Yes, today has been the most humiliating day of my entire life, thank you for asking. You can bet I’ll be working really hard to get in shape for whenever Neige dares to wrestle me… there are going to be some scores settled on that day.

As for Mistress Yoko… she’s shown once again that she can punish me from across the country whenever she chooses, and I can do nothing about it, so I guess I just have to accept my subservience to her, and take whatever humble pie she chooses to dish out to me after this. Sigh… not looking forward to the teasing I’ll be getting from her…

February 8 2005 (8:30 am): Do You Want French Fries With That?

Mistress Yoko says I should explain that the point of having me covered in Cheez Whiz was to symbolically turn me into a cheesesteak, the signature food of Philadelphia, home of the Eagles. It was purely a show of team spirit, and not, as she puts it, “some sort of bizarre Cheez Whiz fetish.”

February 15 2005: The Game of the Name

Nicky’s Subject Line Meme: in your blog, list the ten best titles of emails you’ve received from friends in the past month. Here are mine…

From Mistress Yoko: