Note from Lila:
This is the second chapter
of Mistress Yoko's account of how I
ended up becoming her slave.
Click here for the first chapter.
Tales of an Accidental Mistress
by Yoko
Part Two: My Fate as a Mistress
After the Memorial Day Bet was over, I thought to myself, “Well, that was interesting. Who knew I could have such a powerful effect on someone that I’ve never met in person! But I’m glad that’s over with, and I can go back to exchanging emails with Lila and just being friends.”
I was wrong, of course. Very wrong.
There were a couple of other bets Lila and I engaged in, including the Super Bowl Bet, where my beloved football team, the Philadelphia Eagles, had lost. Lila was then forced to march around naked singing the team’s fight song, and then doused with Cheez Whiz to become a human cheesesteak. But the official moment when I became her permanent mistress was Lila’s wrestling rematch with Neige.
As you may recall, Neige was the first lover Lila had written about in her blog. Lila had described her as being very easy to pin down in wrestling, and therefore easy to top. So, when Neige had requested a rematch, Lila jumped on the chance. She was pretty sure she was going to win—so sure, in fact, that she made this bet with me:
So, dear Mistress, I'm going to be a most impudent and incorrigible slave, and propose a *different*, much higher set of stakes [than the ones you offered]:
If *I* win, I've won my freedom, and am no longer your slave. Furthermore, to repay you for the humiliation of my enslavement, you get a spanking. After all, you've now got someone in your life who can administer one! So, within 2 days of my victory (i.e., by the night of Tuesday, May 10), you must explain the situation to your boyfriend, and humbly request that he deliver at least 50 good hard swats to your little fanny. Afterward, I want emails from both him and you, verifying that the spanking has been properly done.
Of course, for all I know, despite his joking about it after your wrestling match, your boyfriend might not be into spanking you. If he isn't willing to spank you, then you'll have one week (after the original 2 day deadline) to find another friend of yours who's willing to give you the spanking (a female friend, of course, so as not to make your boyfriend jealous).Whoever ends up administering the spanking, you must of course be naked for it.
Hee hee... these bets are a little scarier when you're really risking some personal humiliation, aren't they? Now we find out how brave you are when you've really got something at stake... I'll understand if you back down from this one!
Ooh, but what if *Neige* wins the wrestling match, and *you* win the bet? Not that that will happen of course. How confident am I that I'm going to win? How eager am I to tempt you into getting that well-deserved spanking? Here's what I'm offering...
If you win the bet, I'm your long-distance slave *permanently*. You can dictate the rules of my slavery however you like: how I'm to address and behave toward you privately or publicly, any private or public demonstrations of subservience I must make... and I have to allow you to send Neige and/or Valkyrie around to my place to punish me anytime you see fit, whether for disrespect or just for your amusement!…How about it, Mistress? I'm putting lot at stake here... do you dare to put your own little butt on the line as well?
Audaciously,
-Lila
Unfortunately and unbeknownst to Lila, I already knew I could win this bet, because I knew something she didn’t that would tilt the scales in my favor. I’ve promised not to tell, however, so I won’t divulge the secret here. Let’s just say that Nick, Neige, and I were in cahoots on this one, and the plans we made ensured that Neige would win the wrestling match. However, I pretended to Lila that I didn’t want to be spanked by my boyfriend (also a lie), and that I was scared of taking this bet on and did so reluctantly.
In her mind, this gave Lila the license to dispense with any respect to her sometime mistress—she taunted me mercilessly, and called me such names as “Tender Buns.” I let her continue to insult me, but in the meantime, I was keeping track of all the disrespect she gave to me, intending for her to be punished for every action when I won the bet. This was the beginning of the system I was to call “Mistress Disrespect Points” (or MDPs), in which for every impudent thing she said to me would be assigned a certain number of points for which she was punished for or assigned embarrassing tasks to do in order to subtract points in her total.
Rebellious Lila had managed to do so many impertinent actions between the time the bet was placed to the time she had lost that I had given up on actually tallying points and had decided to make up an arbitrary number instead. It was the principle of the thing—assigning a large number was symbolic of how much disrespect she had given to me and how much she needed to be punished.
On the day of the wrestling match, Neige easily pinned Lila down and tied her up. Neige then contacted me to let me know that she (and I) had won. My first decrees were to have her always call me Mistress, make her keep her pubic hairs shaved, to wear Hello Kitty panties (inspired by a blog post my boyfriend had written around that time), and to assign her the MDPs. Neige was to allow herself access to Lila’s apartment at any time to see that she obeyed my commands, and to adminster any punishment necessary to keep her in line.
The enormity of my assignment weighed heavily on me. Permanent mistress! What was I going to do as mistress for the long term? I hoped that I would be able to think up enough creative punishments for all of Lila’s MDPs. One suggestion, however, would ultimately turn an impudent slave to a devoted one….