May 2005: The Wrestling Match

 

April 29 2005: As Victory Draws Near

Well, it's not quite a new month yet, but I've archived the other April entries because the April page was getting a little long, and I'm pretty sure this is the last time I'll have a chance to update before the 8th. I got a promotion at work, more money but more responsibilities, many long workdays. Climbing the corporate ladder... not because I'm trying to, and God knows it's not because of my dazzling, outgoing personality. I'm just very organized, and too shy to make enemies.

Makes you wonder... how many of the other suit-wearing corporate yuppie scum you see bustling around the business district are living secret lives of over-the-top kinkiness?

And speaking of my kinkiness: Sunday, May 8th is my big wrestling match with Neige. If you're just tuning in now, I highly recommend reading the archives for the past month to get the complete rundown on the rules and the stakes. The short version: first one tied up loses. I'm going to win, because when I used to wrestle Neige, I won easily every time, and right now I'm in the best shape of my life. Winner gets to torture the loser in any ways she wants to. I've also got a major bet with Yoko on the outcome: when I win, Yoko's little naked butt gets a thorough spanking (to be administered by her boyfriend). If I were to lose, I'd have to be her slave forever... not a pleasant prospect, and certainly not something I'd bet if I weren't sure of winning! Again, details in last month's archives.

One new development on the wrestling match: Yoko is totally into helping me torture Neige when I win... which is very good sportsmanship on Yoko's part, considering that she herself will be losing to me along with Neige. Also, I guess that Yoko will feel a little better about the humiliation of getting a naked spanking, if she can take part in dishing out even worse punishment to Neige (and what's in store for Neige is far, far worse)! Anyway, the new development is that Yoko had the brilliant idea of her and I using Instant Messaging to communicate in realtime as we co-torture Neige. This is my first time using Instant Messaging; I had my first IM chat ever (with Yoko) last weekend. Looks like it will add a whole lot of fun to our games on the 8th!

That Yoko has such a delightfully wicked mind... I'm sure glad it will be on my side, this time! I'm still not letting her off the hook on that spanking... but I'm sure a good sport like her will be able to swallow her pride and take her medicine like a big girl. Well, not too big a girl... it wouldn't be a proper punishment without a few tears...

Anyway, now that I've got myself all hot and bothered with the mental image of a naked, spanked, teary-eyed Yoko, I'll take my leave until the 8th. Be sure to tune in on that day: at some point in the afternoon or evening, I'll definitely take a break from punishing Neige (leaving her in some very uncomfortable predicament, no doubt) to give you all some of the details of my triumph.

 

May 8 2005: In Big Trouble

I lost. Neige beat me. I’m in very big trouble.

I don’t understand how Neige beat me so easily. She pinned me in about ten seconds, and after that it was just her toying with me, easily holding me in one painful pin after another, taunting me as she stripped me and bound me. When it was all over, I was tied down spreadeagled on my bed, helplessly stretched out and completely naked.

Once she had me tied and at her mercy, she took hold of my hair, smiled down at me, gave my cheek a couple of light slaps, and said, “I guess you lose.” Then she slowly and meticulously shaved and plucked my pubic hair, leaving my privates completely bare. “Your Mistress wants you nice and smooth,” she teased.

That was when it really started to hit me just how much trouble I was in. Mistress Yoko owns me now. That was our bet, which I only made because I was sure that I had no chance of losing. But I did lose, and that means that she owns me. I said that if I lost, I’d be her slave, permanently. And now I have a terrible feeling that she’s really going to hold me to it. I’m in very big trouble.

Once I was shaved and plucked completely smooth, and well-lotioned with much maddening teasing, Neige sat on my face and made me lick her to about half a dozen orgasms. No orgasms for me, of course. Neige says there’ll be no orgasms for me unless Mistress Yoko orders it.

After I’d satisfied her enough, Neige untied me, and then retied me, just as tightly spread and stretched, face down. I tried to fight her when she untied me, hoping to turn the tables or at least escape, but she controlled me effortlessly, laughing all the time. I don’t understand how she could do that, when she could never beat me at all before. I’ve been tricked somehow, and I can’t figure out how. But I think Mistress Yoko knew! I think she somehow knew all along it was going to work out this way! How did she know? How did she do this to me?

When she had me spreadeagled face down, Neige gave me a vigorous, stinging spanking. Once I’d begun yelping and begging her to stop, she paused to inform me that this wasn’t my “real” spanking. I am to be spanked again later in the evening, with the particulars to be decided by Mistress Yoko. This first spanking, which was quite painful, Neige informed me was just her own way of punishing me for being such a wimp and letting a “little girl” like herself defeat me so easily. I used to call her “little girl” when I beat her at wrestling… one of the many things I’m really regretting right now!

She spanked me some more, and then, still face down, I was subjected to a very long and agonizing session of fiendish tickle torture. When Neige has a helpless victim in her power, she is especially fond of playing with their anal region. “I can’t help it,” she said just now when she watched me type this. “It’s so private and personal and vulnerable, and I love the way it makes them squirm!” Tied face down as I was, with my legs stretched wide, my anal region was completely exposed to Neige. She tickled me all over, but she paid special attention to my poor, vulnerable anus, and to the soles of my feet. She orders me to report that my anus is indeed horribly ticklish… “Very useful information for your Mistress,” she says. She started out using her fingers, then she switched to a feather, then an ice cube, then a stiff-bristled paint brush… she showed me each new toy first, before using it on me.

Finally, after I thought it could get no worse, she held up one last tickle toy before my horrified eyes: an electric toothbrush! She informed me that this had been Valkyrie’s idea. “I’m sure she’d want you to know,” she said. She went for my feet first. I picked out this apartment that I live in partly because it’s got good acoustic privacy. There’s been a whole lot of screaming in here over the years, and I’ve never had a complaint or a funny look from a neighbor. But I shrieked so loudly, when that buzzing toothbrush touched the sole of my foot, that Neige was sure that someone would call the police if I kept it up. Of course, she didn’t stop tickling me… she stuck a big ballgag in my mouth, instead. Then she tortured my feet and anus with that toothbrush for what seemed like ages. It put me completely out of my head, I was just in a frenzy of distress, all I could do was writhe frantically, and cry and shriek into the ballgag, trying desperately to pull away. Neige orders me to report that this torture produced some of the most frantic reactions from me she’s ever seen, and that it should be “kept on file” as a good future punishment.

When she’d amused herself enough with that torture, she untied my hands, handcuffed my wrists behind my back, and then untied my feet and sat me up. She took the ballgag out of my mouth, wiped my teary face clean, gave me a much-needed glass of water, and started to put the ballgag back in. I meekly told her that if she let me stay ungagged, I promised to be quiet as long as I wasn’t being tickled. But she replied that I wasn’t being gagged because of the noise now, I was being gagged as part of my punishment for mouthing off to Mistress Yoko so much lately.

Once she’d tightly gagged me again, Neige brought out a tube of lubricant and thoroughly lubricated my shaved privates and then my anus, driving me crazy with her mercilessly prying fingers. Much to my distress, she then inserted a large butt plug in my anus, and a painfully enormous dildo in my you-know-where.

The arrangement that Neige has me rigged up with is the same one that she inflicted on me at the end of the Memorial Day bet: the dildo and butt plug are both held in place by a panty-shaped harness arrangement designed for that purpose. The dildo is a lot larger than the one that was used on Memorial Day… it’s one of the larger things I’ve ever had inside me. Between that and the butt plug, I’m quite uncomfortable (though Neige says I must also mention that I’m desperately aroused as well, as she can easily tell from my squirming, whimpering, flushed face, heavy breathing, and erect nipples). Neige made me walk around the room a bit so that she could chuckle at the awkward, uncomfortable, bowlegged way that I have to walk with these toys inside me.

The dildo and the butt plug are each attached by a few feet of cord to remote control devices that Neige is holding. As I know from the Memorial Day experience, she can use these devices to make either or both of the toys in me vibrate, producing unbearably intense sensations and sending me into spasms of sobbing abandon. She hasn’t done this yet. Neither toy has been activated. She says that Mistress Yoko gets to decide when they get turned on and off.

Great as my distress was at being fitted with this fiendish arrangement of toys, it was about to get worse! The next thing that Neige produced from the bag of supplies she’d brought with her made me shake my head in fury and outrage… and swear long and loud, but of course the swearing didn’t really come out very well, what with the ballgag. What Neige held up before my horrified eyes was a pair of Hello Kitty panties! I knew right away what that was about… It’s a long story, but basically, I had an email conversation with Mistress Yoko a couple of weeks ago, when I thought that I’d never be her slave again, in which I foolishly said that it wasn’t fitting for her to top me, because I dress more “dom” than her… specifically, I said that I wear the finest black silk underclothes, while she seemed like the type who’d wear Hello Kitty panties! I was just having fun teasing her, of course… but boy do I regret it now, because now she’s going to have fun with me!

Sure enough, despite my protests I was forced to step into the panties, which I’m now wearing stretched over the vibrator harness, with the cords for the vibrator controls threaded out of one leg hole. It’s not just the humiliation of wearing these cutesy little panties, with Hello Kitty’s face on my crotch, that is distressing me so… though I’m far from happy about it! Partly, it’s the much worse humiliation of knowing the laugh that Mistress Yoko is probably having at my expense right now… and partly, it’s thinking about all the other teasing of Mistress Yoko I’ve been foolish enough to do since we made our bet, and wondering what other ways I might be paying for them. Most slaves fear their owners’ wrath… but I what I fear most is Mistress Yoko’s creativity!

So now I’m at my desk, tied securely in my chair, ankles tied to chair legs, elbows and upper arms and upper body tied to chair back with ropes that also wind over and under my breasts, making them bulge out (my nipples are so stiff they almost ache, but Neige hasn’t touched them at all yet… she says that they belong to Mistress Yoko, so it’s up to Mistress Yoko whether they get played with, and how). My hands are cuffed in front of me, so that I can type. I’m still ballgagged. In a few moments, I’ll post this entry. Then, Neige says, my orders are to log into Yahoo Messenger, because Mistress Yoko wants to have a little chat with me.

I’m so scared of this “little chat” that I’m literally trembling. Mistress Yoko has me completely at her mercy, and when I thought I was going to win our bet, I mouthed off to her quite a bit. I’m in big trouble. She owns me now, and that’s very scary. What is she going to do to me? I’m very scared of her evil imagination, and of having to talk to her in this vulnerable position.

Neige says that once I’ve posted this entry and logged into Yahoo Messenger, she’s going to re-cuff my hands behind my back, and I’m going to have to sit here, bound, ballgagged, and desperately aroused, with these fiendish toys stretching my nether regions, and wait for the first message to come in from Mistress Yoko. When that happens, Neige will re-cuff my hands in front of me again, so that I can answer Mistress Yoko. Until that first message comes in, I guess I’ll be sitting here waiting like this (in my cute little Hello Kitty panties, Neige insists that I mention again), for as long as it pleases my new owner to make me wait.

 

May 9 2005: Punished

So there I was, wearing nothing but ropes, a ballgag, and that pair of Hello Kitty panties, with the remote-controlled vibrator in my newly-shaved privates and the remote-controlled vibrating butt plug you-know-where, tied to my chair and waiting for Mistress Yoko to send me a text message. After half an hour, she did. And she proceeded to have a nice long chat with me, in which I was thoroughly humiliated and in which she and Neige had a great deal of fun at my expense.

Mistress Yoko has ordered me to post the following unedited excerpt from our chat session, so that you can see how much fun they had with those fiendish remote control toys (note that this excerpt begins soon after Mistress Yoko has had Neige turn the toys on for the first time… so they’re on when I type my first response, which explains my impaired typing…): :

 

The chat went on for a lot longer than that. Mistress Yoko had Neige put the nipple clips on me, and then had her take me out of the chair to spank me (with the nipple clips still on), and then put me back in the chair for more chatting. I had to beg and humble myself in some very embarrassing ways (including being forced to meow like a cat) before Mistress Yoko consented to have Neige take the nipple clips off.

Finally, Mistress Yoko signed off to hang out with her boyfriend and go to bed, and I was left to Neige’s tender mercies for the rest of the evening. Neige, of course, had been left with many instructions from Mistress Yoko on how I was to be punished.

After Mistress Yoko signed off, it was time for me to dance. Neige tied my upper body the same way she’d tied it when she was making me dance after I lost our Super Bowl bet: arms bent 90 degrees and the forearms together behind the middle back, wrists to elbows, upper arms roped tightly to the torso with loops of rope running above and below the breasts… one of the most vulnerable and embarrassing positions I know, the way it forces the back to arch and makes the breasts bulge out in front and the butt stick out behind. I knew that if I lost, she’d probably make me sing and dance while tied like that again… but this time, she added a whole new twist to it! She left the vibrator and the butt plug in me, held in place by their harness (with the Hello Kitty panties still on over that). She sat in my chair, and I had to do my whole dance routine facing her, right in front of her, while she held the remotes and used them to “help me put some feeling into it,” as she put it. She was delighted at the reactions she could get out of me by using the remotes as I danced… “It’s like playing a console game!” she declared.

The song of the evening was, of course, James Brown’s “Super Freak”… regular readers may recall that forcing me to sing “Super Freak” was suggested by a reader during the Memorial Day bet last year, but it didn’t end up getting done to me at that time… and then, a few months after that, when Neige and I got to tie up Valkyrie, we made her do it. So now it was my turn. Neige made sure that I sang it long and well, of course, and she came up with many humiliating dance moves for me to do, mostly involving shaking my butt and breasts. Inspired by Mistress Yoko making me meow like a cat earlier, she also had me do an encore in which I had to “meow” to the tune of “Super Freak,” while shaking my Hello-Kitty-adorned crotch. “Make sure to mention that in your blog,” she said. “I’m sure your mistress will be amused by it.”

After the singing and dancing, she left me tied and blindfolded while she fixed dinner. She’d brought some take-out food for herself. My dinner was a served in two large doggy-dishes that she’d brought with her. To my utter horror, Neige informed me that I was to eat my dinner kneeling on the floor with my hands cuffed behind my back, and with no way to wipe my face clean, during the meal or afterwards. One of the doggy-dishes was full of canned chili, the other was full of milk. Neige and Mistress Yoko, of course, know how much I hate getting messy… and this arrangement was especially cruel, because I saw right away that there was no way to drink the milk without getting it full of the chili that I was going to get on my face, which would make it more and more gross each time I took a drink. I broke down pleading and begging Neige to at least let me use my hands or to agree to wipe my face for me. I even cried. But Neige laughed and told me that I’d better do as I was told, and that I’d better be appreciative of my dinner, and eat every last bite, because Mistress Yoko had personally selected the menu for me. “You wouldn’t want to insult Mistress Yoko, would you?” Neige said menacingly.

The chili proved to be cold, which made it even more disgusting, and also to be spicy enough to make my nose run, which made things unimaginably more disgusting. The spicyness, of course, forced me to drink from the milk dish after every few bites. It was one of the worst tortures I’ve ever suffered… the grossness of it, and the humiliation of having Neige watch and taunt me as she enjoyed her own much more pleasant dinner, made me cry again. While I suffered through this agonizing meal, Neige reminded me that Mistress Yoko, who had picked the meal out for me, had herself probably enjoyed a very lovely and delicious dinner that evening, and was probably now peacefully asleep in the arms of her boyfriend after a very comfortable and enjoyable day, and would have a very enjoyable time the following day as well, reading about my punishment.

Neige also said that I have to write this: Thank you for my delicous dinner, Mistress Yoko.

Neige made me lick both dishes clean. Afterward, she brought me into the bathroom so I could see my face in the mirror. I was a pretty disgusting sight! After I’d begged and scraped and demeaned myself for a bit, she finally cleaned my face off for me. Then I told her that I had to pee. “I was waiting for you to say that,” she grinned. She removed the Hello Kitty panties, harness, vibrator and butt plug, much to my relief. But then, to my alarm, she led me out of the bathroom, and back to the bed. She tied my wrists to the bedposts, and then she proceeded to tie my ankles to the same bedposts as my wrists! I was now bent into a C shape, with my butt high in the air. This put my privates right above my upper body… an incredibly bad position to be in when I had to pee, because if I did pee, I’d be peeing on my own face and breasts! I was begging and pleading frantically for Neige not to do this to me. Putting her hand over my mouth to get me to be quiet, Neige explained that Mistress Yoko had decreed that I should be tied in this position while I had to pee, and that earlier in the evening, right after her chat with me, Mistress Yoko had sent an email to Neige and me, which Neige hadn’t looked at yet, declaring her judgment as to whether or not I should actually be forced to pee on myself, or whether the fear, suspense, and agonizing discomfort of being in that position for a while would be punishment enough. Neige then left me like that and went to read Mistress Yoko’s email.

Eventually, Neige came back and sat on the bed, with a printout of the email. Instead of reading it to me, though, she sat there taunting me and tickling my exposed anus for several minutes, while I frantically begged and squirmed and sobbed. Finally she read me the email. It said:

 

Neige quickly untied me. I dashed for the bathroom and almost didn’t make it. Neige followed me in and laughed as I sat on the toilet trembling and crying with relief.

Thank you for your mercy Mistress Yoko! Thank you, thank you, thank you! Thank you so much for sparing me and not making me pee on myself! Your slave is eternally grateful to you!

After that, Neige tied me in a kneeling position and soundly caned me, as Mistress Yoko had ordered, until I was bawling. Leaving me tied in that position, she then put on an exceedingly large strap-on dildo and took me anally, very cruelly, for a long time. She said I had to mention that while she was having me anally, she made me meow again.

Finally, Neige made me masturbate myself to a couple of mind-shattering orgasms while she watched… after putting the nipple clips on me again and covering me with ice cold whipped cream! Then she took her leave of me, after telling me that she’d be seeing me again soon, and that there was another email from Mistress Yoko waiting for me.

This is what Mistress Yoko’s email said:

 

So that’s how it is. Sigh. Thoroughly humiliated in my wrestling match. Lost my bets with Mistress Yoko and Valkyrie. Punished all evening by Neige and Mistress Yoko with the most agonizing and embarrassing tortures I’ve ever endured. And now it seems that my punishment is just beginning. Mistress Yoko is apparently quite serious about holding me to the terms of my bet… I’m really going to have to be her slave. And now, according to her, I have to obey Neige and Valkyrie, too. Even worse, it seems that Neige, who lives near me, can somehow overpower me easily now… which means that Mistress Yoko can have me punished further at any time. I can’t even begin to imagine the implications of this yet. I’m going to go get some sleep now.

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