Perverted Elves and Pets I have known

There was a very special birthday this week, one that I was pleased to help celebrate with a joint spanking that left the birthday bear’s butt blushing a baboon red. I am speaking, of course, of the Perverted Elf, the MostHolyProphet, that sadfaced lil blue fuzzball, BillyBear. Who the hell is BillyBear, you may ask? He is one of Princess Grace’s prize pets! That’s right, le pet de Princesse Grace:) So why the hell am I blogging about the twisted genius behind BillyBear Labs Inc? I adore that little fucker.

Seriously. Now, since I started doing my radio show, I don’t hang out in the chatrooms as much as I was for a while, and I need to change that, because I had a blast. Part of the reason was my beloved Jemmie (even if she is now an alien preying mantis with cuhreepee feelers), a very sweet sissy with a heart of gold and a deliciously spankable bottom, plus bodacious bouncing evil bimbo boobs. Another part was Billy. Billy is…well…I’m not he can be defined as such, except that denial is NEVER good for Billy. Grace warned me about that one night after he got mouthy with me and I told him to refrain from coming for the good of his soul. It’s a good thing he met Princess Grace, whom he calls and worships, because she seems to understand his twisted sexual needs. I tend to just haul him over my knee, shave the fur off his ass, and spank him when he gets on my nerves. And, of course, there is the Tazer of Terrible Tenderness for when he really gets rowdy. ::wink::

He has one of the vivid imaginations and talent for interesting writing that I’ve ever seen. The chatrooms would rock from the wild horseplay going on, as various regulars were drawn into our wild little world and found their own places in it. Ace, Ms Kate’s devotee and Wealthy Cookie Maven, Lucky Pet (who collects spare change or something, I never got that quite clear), Panty Sue, ultra pampered glamour girl of the set, and tonydshrimp, who came sizzling into the chatroom one night and whetted our appetites for more:) There have been long interweaving adventures lived out between Billy’s Blog and Jemmie’s Blog and..well, everyone’s blog at one point! And their creativity has often sparked my own when I was afraid it had run dry, as well as making me laugh until the tears came at some of the antics, and comments, in the blogs.

So why does a professional phone sex Mistress pay so much attention to someone who, admittedly, is fascinated and faithful to one of my coworkers? Well, for one, I consider him a friend, as I do many of our chatroom regulars. Billy, who transmogrified himself ala Calvin into a pudgy blue Carebear some time ago, has recommended me many times to new chatters wanting to learn about the Mistresses, but that isn’t the only reason I love to have him around. He and Jemmie and our other regulars help make the chatrooms a fun place for everyone to be. Their blogs can be wild and wacky, but the focus is usually the ladies of LDW, when it isn’t specifically Princess Grace, or each other. The COMMENTS are often the best part, and I recommend going back over the archives if you want some choice reading.

So, in my usual roundabout way, happy birthday, dear little Carebear. I hope your ass stops stinging from the enthusiastic beating the Spank Mistress and the Stroke Mistress gave you and that this year is filled with creativity and less pain than the last.

Hugs,

Miss Tara