The Life and Times of Stroker Ace

An Important Message from Mistress Sassa

noreply@blogger.com (Ace) — Wed, 07 Oct 2009 05:36:00 +0000

Hey, everyone. Ace checkin' in, here! I just got a message from Mistress Sassa and figured I'd better send it along to all of you:

Hosted chat for Hump your Hand Wednesdays is at 7pm PST, or 10pm EST.

Lady Sassa and I are hosting chat on Wednesday for all of you hand humping guys. We can do anything together or individually. Like guided masturbation? We love it. Enjoy two girl calls? Then get in on our two girl special.

We will also have prizes as a part of our hosted chat. You must be present in the chat room to win.

Prizes are:

1. Free 10 minute 2 girl call with Sassa, and Tasha
2. Free 10 minute call with Sassa
3. Free 10 minute call with Tasha

Specials Wednesdays:

1. Two girl calls are $3.50 per minute on Wednesdays 12:01am PST to Midnight Thursday
2.One girl special with either Sassa or Tasha $99.00 for your first hour for new customers on Wednesdays 12:01am PST to Midnight Thursday
3. $1.99 a minute for all customers on Wednesdays all day starting at 12:01am PST.

You must ask for the Wednesday specials to receive the special prices.

Tasha 1-866-687-3717 ext. 156

Yahoo: TashaTalks2u

AIM: TashaTalks2u

SKYPE: TashaTalks2u

Yahoo: ladysassa07

SKYPE: ladysassa07

Be there! I know I will be!

A Plea for Help (Because Mistress Sassa Knows Me)

noreply@blogger.com (Ace) — Mon, 01 Jun 2009 06:45:00 +0000

So it looks like the stars will align and I'll be having a mind-bending session with Mistress Sassa later this week. She has been teasing me and making me want to be her little pet for years now. It's been so incredible and I'm so excited every time I get the chance to serve under her.

Mistress knows what I need, even if it's not what I might think I want. She knows that I'm a stroker boy who should never be left to his own devices. She knows that I don't own my body, it is her plaything. She knows that even though I tell her I need to cum every day, the best thing for me is to hold it in, churning and boiling inside me, until she decides I've earned the right to give her my orgasm. She knows that sometimes I need to edge myself to the point of near paralyzing need, occassionally many times a day.

Mistress Sassa, clever and devious woman that she is, knows that I should never know if I'll be going one day, one week, or one month between orgasms. She knows that I can't always use self control, and must be locked in my chastity tube. She knows it will make me more frustrated and needy if I have to milk myself with the aneros instead of cumming. She knows I will beg for her to let me cum.

And she knows she can make me promise to do anything for it. She could make me beg for her to use the points of intrigue on me during my chastity. She could even make plead for her to deny me, to force me to listen to her have an orgasm that I am denied.

So I am hoping to enlist some help from you. It's been a good long while since Sassa has given me permission to release. If you call her this week, please tell her to "Let Ace cum!" (I know none of you will tell her she should deny me....) Maybe if you have a good time with her, she'll be in a really good mood and have mercy on her stroker pet. I don't know how long I can continue to edge every day without promising to do wicked things to myself in her honor. And I can't disobey my Mistress... She owns me so fully and completely.

Thank you... I hope to report some good news next week.

HOWDY!

noreply@blogger.com (Ace) — Tue, 10 Feb 2009 08:34:00 +0000

So, I haven't been around the blog much lately. (Last 8 months, to be precise.) I've been absent due to time and health restraints, but let me assure you of one thing... Miss Sassa ROCKS!!!

Let me offer a suggestion. This Valentine's Day week, why not do something really, really nice for yourself (and more importantly, for Miss Sassa) and give her a call!

If you've ever spoken with Miss Sassa, you know how she can brighten your day and weave you into her web, all at the same time. And, if you haven't spoken to her, now's the time! You'll be greeted by the most personable, sexy, seductive, funny, and absolutely fantastic woman on the face of the earth. If you've ever wondered what it feels like to be worked over by a true Southern Belle, here's your chance.

In case you're wondering, I am now in my third year as one of Sassa's pets. This blog is all about my journey and serving her, and rest assured that you're reading the words of a very, very satisfied caller! In fact, feel free to leave questions here and I'll be happy to answer them if I can!

Now, if you'll excuse me, I have to get back to worshiping my Lady. After all, a tiger's got to know his place in life. (At her feet.)

Happy Valentine's Day

A Brief Real World Update....

noreply@blogger.com (Ace) — Sun, 18 May 2008 23:22:00 +0000

A couple of weeks ago I developed a severe and chronic headache problem. Unfortunately, it's become clear that it's something to do with my vision. I know this because spending time staring at a computer screen exacerbates the pain immensely. There's a backlog of postcards from our trip that I need to post, but I'm going to have to wait until the experts figure out how to help me. Hope everyone's doing well. I have no intentions of shutting down this blog, but I thought I'd better explain the slow updates. I'll be back soon!

Milking it for All It's Worth

noreply@blogger.com (Ace) — Sun, 27 Apr 2008 04:29:00 +0000

Dear Recipient,
Well, more frustration for me. Even though I didn't take any wrong turns this time, Mistress Sassa said pointed out that I've gone waaaay longer than this not cumming. Of course, she whispered this to me while she was sitting in the passenger seat in next to nothing, tugging teasingly at the lock on my cage. I would have started begging, but I know that will just make matters worse.
No one knows who built Aneros-Henge, but some scientists hypothesize it was some ancient culture who had harnessed the power of orgasm denial to call upon the great Pagan goddess, Sassafrassus. Legend has it she would descend from on high, work the men into a lather, and then flip a coin to decide if they got to cum or not. Being a goddess, however, she had the power to control the result. As the story goes, the pleas for relief could be heard hundreds of miles away. In their misguided quest for release, the wisest men of the group invented the Aneros. Sadly, even the wisest men didn't understand the concept of scale...
Well, Ms Sassa is calling me back to the car. I better hurry, this might be my lucky day at last!!!

-ace

P.S. It's okay... I know my plants have died by now.

My Fate is in Your Hands!

noreply@blogger.com (Ace) — Sat, 19 Apr 2008 23:51:00 +0000

Miss Sassa's started a new Yahoo Group, which I think is pretty cool. It's quickly becoming a great forum for all things Sassa, and a cool way to keep up with all her victims...er... pets. It's been a nice way to stay connected while I'm being denied any relief.

Imagine my surprise when I logged in and found a new poll, entitled "How Long Should I Make ace Wait to Cum?" Yeaaah, I though. Now's my chance! Sadly, the 'soonest' option available is 7 more days, and the 'longest' is never. And it appears that most think I shouldn't be cumming for a loooong time. That's bad enough, but then I noticed that Ms. Sassa has also cast her vote, and has chosen NEVER.

Help!

Simply Having a Ball

noreply@blogger.com (Ace) — Thu, 17 Apr 2008 05:40:00 +0000

Dear Friends,

It took much longer than expected, but I finally got us to the first stop on the Kinky Road Trip Mistress Sassa and I are taking. I'm standing as I type this, as Mistress paddled me once for every wrong turn I took when I was driving. (We're a month behind schedule, so you can imagine...)

This is a postcard from the World's Biggest Ball Gag, which is a bit off the beaten path... About 30 minutes from Brasslewood, Georgia. As you can see, it's one hell of a gag. I had been whining to Miss Sassa that I hadn't got to cum in a few days, and she threatened to gag me if I didn't quiet down. As soon as I saw her grin at this thing, I shut up good.

This historic ball gag was built by Eulene G. Stodbot in 1973 in response to the Godzilla Attack fears of that decade. Stodbot surmised that gagging the nuclear monster would prevent him from breathing fire and bloody terror down upon the good people of Georgia. Unfortunately, Godzilla was fictional and Stodbot, who tested all his own inventions, developed a horrible, chronic bout of TMJ. Defeated, Stodbot tossed the gag into a nearby cornfield, where it remains to this day.

Mistress Sassa promises me that, if I can get to our next landmark in a timely fashion, she'll consider unlocking my cock cage for a little bit. She won't go into details... Is a little bit five seconds or five days? Is there a chance I might get to cum when it comes off? She's not saying, so I guess I'll just try to be a good tiger and not make any more mistakes. I'm sure I can persuade her with my tiger charms to let me have a little relief, right? RIGHT?!!! GRRRROOOOOOWLLLLLL!!! It's been so long!!!

Pleeeeeaaaase, Miss Sassa? PLEAAAAASE?

Eh, er... Um... Anyway.... Hope this postcard finds you all well. I didn't think I was going to spend the whole trip being teased and tormented, but I am with Miss Kinkerbell herself, Mistress Sassa. I should have known!

Well Wishes,
ace

P.S. jem, did you remember to water my plants?
P.P.S. Billy, did you remember to remind jem to water my plants?

The Journey is Afoot!

noreply@blogger.com (Ace) — Thu, 28 Feb 2008 07:34:00 +0000

Sorry I haven't posted about our road trip lately... We've been taking the long way to get to the first location. Here's why!

Someone's sent a TerminACEr 3000 back in time to stop us from visiting the top ten kinkiest sites in the world! Why, I don't know. But now that we've got a good look at what we're dealing with, I'm feeling much better. As long as Ms Sassa drives at or above the posted speed limit, we should have no trouble staying ahead of this robotic evil-doer.

I'll be sending my first postcard soon!

The Road Goes Ever On...

noreply@blogger.com (Ace) — Fri, 15 Feb 2008 07:01:00 +0000

It's been another long while since I've been able to post here, but there's been some great advancements in my service to Mistress Sassa. Now that she's turned the cookie factory into a kinky factory, she's had a LOT more access to devices designed to tame the modern tiger. Here I sit at my keyboard, the CB-30,000 locked on to keep me from growling too loud, the fang-proof ball gag firmly in place, and three of my four paws shackled to the chair. Mistress Sassa says I might have a chance of getting some relief as long as I update you on my latest adventures before Midnight on February 14th... Otherwise, it's the televibe for me! (And I know what you're thinking... What kind of punishment is that? Well, if you've ever called Ms. Sassa, you know how her mind works. Any fun toy can be an instrument of pure torture. Hmmm... Now that I think about it, that might not be so bad after all.)

Starting this weekend, Mistress has ordered me (like she even needs to at this point) to join her in her cross country tour to the Ten Most Kinky Landmarks in America. It's going to take weeks to see everything, so I hope she plans on giving me a little relief from the cage before we go. (Please? Pleeeeeeeease?) Once we're on the road, I'm sure it's gonna be all about how worked up and growly she can make me while I'm all locked up and at her mercy. I'm in charge of the map, but with my lack of opposable thumbs and ball gag preventing me from speaking, I have a feeling I'll get paddled on nearly every leg of our journey.

On our way, Mistress has told me we may make some extra stops. I'm really wanting to visit the home towns of my old pals from days gone by. If you're reading this, don't be surprised if a large, whiny, locked up tiger and his absolutely stunning owner soon appear on your doorstep. And DON'T try to pretend you're not home! I'm a tiger, for pete's sake. I'll just burst through the door if I have to. And you'd better have some water ready, because long-term denial tigers tend to get parched.

I can't believe Mistress Sassa's willing to let me share this journey with her! I'm the luckiest tiger in the world! Now I'll just post this and let the timestamp show that I finished my task before midnight. Whew, that was a close one.

The Inner Sanctum

noreply@blogger.com (Ace) — Sat, 12 Jan 2008 22:59:00 +0000

“ Intelligence is the ability to adapt to change. ” - Stephen Hawking

"Ace, my pet. You are doing so well. You haven't begged ONCE today for relief. Now, that may have something to do with the gag, but... He he he. Aw, don't think those puppy dog eyes of yours are going to get you anywhere. You know this is for the best. Besides, I can't seem to remember where I put the key for your cage. Don't worry, I'm sure it's around here somewhere.

I just spoke with my lawyer and he says the paperwork is all in order. As of today, the cookie factory, mansion, and your collection of sports cars belong to me. I got the custom "BOSS" plates for the corvette you bought me, and I can't wait to take it out for a spin! But before I do, there are a few things we need to discuss.

You see, my little stroker pet, I'm not into making cookies right now. So I've decided to convert the operations over to something near and dear to my heart. That's right, the Cookie Factory is now the Kinky Factory... and that second factory I 'persuaded' you to build in the back of the complex? That's going to be my new Sissy Factory. Can you imagine? I can't wait for the first clients to show up so I can provide them with the guidance they need.

Aw, don't struggle so, my pet. You'll hurt yourself. I'll untie you from that chair when the time is right. And there is one more thing to take care of first. I know you're wondering why I had you build this Cookie Beam 3000... Like a good little slave, you paid for it without question. And I'm so proud of you for that. But the truth is, it's not for cookies... It's for your lovely Mistress.

Things are changing now, and I think it's time I take myself to the next level....

Stop squirming, sweetie. I know how excited you must be as I stand here disrobing, but that cock cage isn't going to budge... You might as well take some deep breaths.

Now, I've put the 'activate' in your hand... I'm going to sit on the table underneath the Cookie Beam, and when I say so, you need to push the button and transform me into my new, improved self. And if you don't do it exactly when I say so, you can bet I'll have a lot harder time remembering where I put that key.

Take one last look, things are about to get a whole lot crazier and sexier, my pet. Now, on the count of three, push the button.

One...

Two...

Three..."

PUSH THE BUTTON

Company Information Leaked!

noreply@blogger.com (Ace) — Sat, 12 Jan 2008 00:01:00 +0000

MSNBC SPECIAL REPORT -

The Man Slave Network Broadcast Company has recently obtained this document, which was leaked by a former employee of Ace Cookies. The elf, referred to here as "Sprinkles," delivered the letter to our newsroom minutes after being dismissed from his job. Stay tuned for more as the story unfolds.

Mansion Construction

noreply@blogger.com (Ace) — Thu, 10 Jan 2008 23:32:00 +0000

CNN SPECIAL REPORT
The Cocks News Network interrupts coverage of Bear Butcher: The Princess Grace Trial to bring you breaking news from nearby Ace Mansion.

Since last week's rumored appearance by the mysterious WonderAce, many have speculated that (A) WonderAce has killer gams and (B) that there may be some connection between the lasso lady and Ace Papadopolis (known more commonly as Ace Strokes, the founder of Ace Cookies and Fine Confections.)

Attempts to question Mr. Strokes have revealed a startling story... The cookie factory, once buzzing with sugary smoke stacks and the pitter patter of indentured servant elf feet, is changing. A sign on the front gate reads, "Ace Cookies is Under Renovation. Please pardon our dust." Near the far South end of the compound, girders and scaffolding have begun to pop up. Several construction personnel have been spotted unloading what appears to be a pink corvette into the garage. At night, neighbors swear they can hear the desperate howls of a forlorn and frustrated predatory cat. (The neighbors have very finely tuned hearing.)

Company spokesman and evil doppleganger Bugsy "Not-Ace" Francisco delivered a brief, yet cryptic message to the press just moments ago. "Da cookie factory ain't finished. Dey's jus makin' some, er... improvements to da technology." Then, a team of lawyers arrived, caught Not-Ace's eye, and he finished the press conference with a brief, "Now amscray."

As the legal team disappeared into the catacombs of the complex, reporters were left confused and curious. Is there something insidious developing behind the iron bars of Ace Mansion? Has the cookie maven and bdsm enthusiast finally snapped? Will 300 elves have to file for unemployment? CNN is committed to bringing you up to the date information, so please stay tuned.

Goodnight, Blue Prince

noreply@blogger.com (Ace) — Sun, 02 Dec 2007 06:39:00 +0000

I almost jumped out of my star spangled underoos when I heard that my friend and occasional blackmailer, Billy Bear, was shot. (It obviously wasn't me who committed the crime, I have several "colleagues" who would swear I was working the register at Burger King when it happened.) I hear an investigation is currently underway. I hope they catch the overly endowed gunwoman, whomever she may be.

I better fill you all in quick... The phone is ringing off the hook, and some jerk in a fedora's been by knocking at my door five times today already. If I don't make a public statement soon people are going to wonder...

The blue one has been a loyal and constant presence during my adventures here, so I felt it was my duty to make sure his much-abused sidekick and cat, Robo-Mittens was taken care of. I took the WonderTiger Lotus over to the now under construction Billy Labs 2.0, pleased to see that the latest lethal upgrades have allowed Robo-Mittens a more natural appearance.

Imagine my surprise when I discovered no one had told RM what had happened. I'll never forget the look on her face...RoboMittens' despair turned quickly to revenge, and she began mewing "Eye for an eye! Eye for an eye!" Yes, it was as creepy as it sounds. I tossed RM a few bucks to finish her education, said my goodbyes, and wished her well on her quest. She looked off into the distance for a moment, then darted away. Strange cat.

Walking back to the Lotus, I noticed a beat-up, singed cigar box. Possibly the only thing that didn't completely burn in the fire. Inside, I found a single photo...
I pocketed it, of course. But who knows if it'll ever come in handy. The bear's gone, right?

I wonder what college RoboMittens will go to.

To be continued...

I'm Still Around

noreply@blogger.com (Ace) — Wed, 21 Nov 2007 05:49:00 +0000

Well, this is what happens when I start working too much and stop giving my wonderful Mistress Kate the attention she deserves. Now, here I am, in a locked paddock in the center of a hedge maze in the east yard of Ace Mansion, my right paw chained to a hook in the cement.

You can see, now, why it's been so long since I've had a report about my training. Locked here with only my laptop and the naughty thoughts planted by Ms Kate, my only hope is to finish my work quickly so I can play again.

Each day, my sharp tiger eyes catch a glimpse of Ms Kate enjoying the pool. (She's taken over the mansion while I'm incarcerated.) With the CB-30,000 (a special size created for tigers) locked on, I have actually begun to hope each day that she'll wear a swimsuit when she goes for her morning swim. She rarely does.

I'm going insane with a hunger that can't be sated by the cookie-meal food she has the staff feed me every night. I need to call, but right next to my blanket under the willow tree lies a computer filled with chores that need finishing. Ms Kate giggles when she asks me if I've finished my work yet. I have to growl a no each time... But it's getting closer.

If all goes well, I'll get unlocked before I have to start purring and begging and saying the "anything" word. Though maybe that will please her, too.

I adore Ms Kate as much as ever... Were she to open my cage(s) right now and allow me freedom with another, I would choose captivity. I must have patience and faith that, as she says, "my time will come."

Thank you for your patience, Ms Kate. Thank you for your patience, my few but loyal readers. I hope to make parole soon!

Happy Anniversary, Ms Kate!!!!

noreply@blogger.com (Ace) — Fri, 05 Oct 2007 06:57:00 +0000

One year ago today, I got to speak to my wonderful Ms Kate for the first time! It has been an incredible year! Thank you so much for all you've done for me this last year! I can't wait for the future!

Your Devoted ace

A View from the Cage

noreply@blogger.com (Ace) — Tue, 18 Sep 2007 07:00:00 +0000

WARNING: Based on my current condition, free-form thought may ensue below.

On Friday my new CB-3000 arrived. I had been a little nervous up to that point, but as soon as I took the cage out of the box and saw it in true life I was weak in the knees. It's real now, something imminent that I will wear, in whatever way pleases Mistress Kate.

Deep breaths, ace... You can do this...

The truth is, I find this whole thing exhilarating. It's the logical next step in my service to Ms Kate. Real life on my end prevents me from being locked full time, but we are finding ways to involve the cage that I didnt' think were possible. As I look back over the past eleven months, I can see the design and path that she has led me on, preparing me for this next step in our adventure. She has taken me from about a three day lapse between orgasms to now...

Breathe.. Relax...

Amazingly, the fact that I am at 27 days of "no cummies" (four days past my record) doesn't deter my thrill. Nor does the fact that I am expecting at least 20 more days of denial. October 5th, which will be day 45, is my one year anniversary of the first time Ms Kate took the steering wheel of my life and shifted into fifth gear. Sure, I am wracked with want and need, ache and desire, throbbing and....

Breeeeathe, ace...

Where was I? Ah, yes... I am headed out on a business trip at the end of the week. Ms Kate told me to get some plastic locks for the cage, so I'm sure she is planning some devious things for me on the trip. I'll be gone a week, and I fully expect to locked away the whole time, unable to touch, unable to feel the....

Wheeeeeeeewww..... Concentrate, ace. You're gonna make it.

So I've been getting used to the cage a bit each day leading up to my trip. I think I finally found the right fit. It's good to have locked up friends who will i.m. you some advice when necessary. I found that the hardest part for me was getting in the tube. I've been getting so frazzled sexually with being on denial that it's been difficult to squeeze into the cage. In fact, on every occasion so far I have had the assistance of ice to make everything shrink down enough to fit in. Once inside and locked in, everything is fitting really well and I don't think I'm going to have any problems.

It really is torture to have that tube on. I can't feel anything through it and the holes are designed to provide access to the least sensitive parts. I am amazed at how minimal feeling is even from tapping the plastic. And, of course, the more I can't feel, the more I wish I could feel, and the more desperate I get, and...

rrrrrrr..... grrrrrrrrr....... Not now... Stay calm......

..........

So I'm sitting here now typing this with the cage on, taking breaks when my mind tells my cock to get hard. Things go from okay to very tight fast. I am aching so much to have a "cummie", but I am doing what Ms Kate said to do... Taking it one day at a time.

Each morning I wake up happy that I am one day closer to our anniversary date, and I haven't failed yet. The aneros and I had a visit last night and I thought the ensuing milking would relieve some of my mental need to cum. Instead, it just made me want it more. Each day I think I will do okay, but as the days turn to weeks and months, I am getting excited by the simplest things... Car going over a speed bump, walking, getting my hair cut by a girl with a southern accent.

And in the hours that I'm wearing the cage, I feel like I've finally truly given control of my pleasure to Ms Kate. It's like she's actually wrapped her hand right around me and said, "This belongs to me. I decide when it gets to cum." And that is sooo, soooo......

......................deep breath................................

You know what? It is worth the discomfort to get to have such delicious thoughts about my beautiful mistress. There is no luckier pet than I. Thank you Ms Kate for helping me take this giant step forward.

your devoted ace

Caged Tiger?

noreply@blogger.com (Ace) — Mon, 27 Aug 2007 04:18:00 +0000

Well, it looks like I haven't quite gone a whole month since my last post. As always, I try not to go so long between posts, but real life issues have a way of laughing in my face when I make a commitment to write more frequently.

A lot has happened since my last post... The work that's been kicking my rear is easing up, and I am very happy to report that I am only about a month away from my first anniversary as Ms Kate's pet. Some have wondered my reasons behind calling only Ms Kate all this time. It is certainly not by her design, as she has told me many times she is fine with me calling other mistresses if that is my heart's desire. It's not because I think poorly of any other mistresses. Some of them I consider good friends, and I know they are fantastic at what they do. My calling habits have more to do with the personal journey I am taking, and the fact that I clicked immediately with Ms Kate. The bond we form by my being exclusive can't be faked, and that is what I was looking for.

And what a year it has been, too. When I look back at my journey over the months, it becomes more clear that Ms Kate has slowly been guiding me along, helping me learn things about myself and discovering new avenues of interest. The stakes keep getting more and more interesting as our calls progress.

Recently I took a trip to some ocean front property, and Ms Kate offered to do a special call with me that wouldn't have been possible normally. She set the stakes... If I did the call as she specified, I'd have a good chance to cum. If not, she got to pick out ANY toy to add to the toybox she's been helping me build. ANY toy.

Well, of course, the excitement of this special call was more than my two-weeks-of-denial body could pass up, so I accepted the challenge. I got to the beach, and after a few technical holdups I was all set to IM Ms Kate and let her know I could do the call. Well, I got sooo excited, I tripped on some stairs and dropped my cell phone, which basically split in half.

The call wasn't gonna happen. Damn it to hell! I felt bad for letting Ms Kate down, and for missing out on a rare opportunity.

I let Ms Kate know what happened, and then got back from my trip just in time for the most recent installment of Midnight Madness. Ms Kate decided that was the perfect time to tell me what toy I'd be purchasing.

A CB-3000!!!!

I know I went silent for a bit, but everyone else in the chatroom got reaaaaal chatty, telling me congratulations, laughing, having a great time. What a nice bunch of people........

Ms Kate went on, telling me she may just let it sit there in our toy box for a few days or weeks, just letting me think about it. Then, she said she might have me get it out during our calls and make me wonder if that will be the day she tells me to lock it on. And finally, one day, when I least expect it, she might edge me until I can't take it anymore, make me think I'm going to get to cum, then tell me "hands off and put on the cage".

Kinda scary... Kinda exciting... I'm really anticipating playing with the cage. I think this could be the start of another great adventure with my wonderful mistress. Thank you, Ms Kate for your kind attention, naught nature, and friendship.

Cookie, Anyone?

noreply@blogger.com (Ace) — Sun, 29 Jul 2007 06:59:00 +0000

Ms Kate put a cool fortune cookie on her blog, so I thought I'd try my hand at one. (You know I can't resist cookie based entertainment.) Click on the cookie and read your fortune.

Create your custom cookie at bigoo.ws

Descent into Midnight Madness

noreply@blogger.com (Ace) — Fri, 27 Jul 2007 21:10:00 +0000

I'm a few days late in writing this update, but if you are any of the valiant few who still check my blog from time to time, you know that any posts from me are a miracle.

Monday was a day of frustrations for me, but I think writing it all out helped me feel a bit more relaxed. What I hadn't stated clearly in my post is that I, at that point, had tied my record for most days without cumming. (I can hear an utter lack of sympathy from jem here.) So there I was, with just enough free time to gather my thoughts, and I realized it had been 23 days since I'd had any release. And I knew that there was a good possibility that I wouldn't be able to call for a few more days. And much of this was my own fault, since I had taken more work on and didn't plan ahead some time to call Ms Kate.

Then Tuesday rolled around and I realized there was a chance I'd be able to have some quiet time to call, just after the end of Midnight Madness. You can imagine my anticipation, now at 24 days, at the prospect of calling. I thought about it aaaaaallll day and into the evening. It was really difficult to be patient, but I knew my time would come if I just waited for my chance. I was pacing myself well, felt pretty confident about keeping my composure until I could call Ms Kate.

Then the Midnight Madness chat started. I hope I can remember what follows with some accuracy, but I'm sure jem will correct me if I missed something important. (On second thought, jem was having troubles of her own. Well, you'll see...)

It's always a pleasure for me when Ms Kate orders me to come sit next to her on the couch. I did so with great joy in my heart, as usual. My excitable self started thinking about calling, and Ms Kate and Ms Grace announced they were going to take two-girl calls during chat. I didn't think much about that because, as most of you probably know, I only call Ms Kate. (A choice I made and am very content with, not a commentary on anyone else. There are several women working at LDW that I think are fun and lovely, Ms Grace among them.)

Well, suddenly, Ms Grace is sitting on the other side of me, and I realized too late that I had become the target for this week's festivities. Knowing my calling habits, they decided to torture me a little. Because of my condition, I was already experiencing foggy thinking. So it you can imagine how I felt when Ms Kate ordered me to stand, and then she stood in front of me and Ms Grace rubbed against me from behind. She started stroking me and talked over my shoulder to Ms Grace about how good I am at not cumming unless I'm given permission. Ms Kate kept telling me not to cum without permission... Ms Grace was asking me if I needed to... They were kissing each other while rubbing up against me... It went on like this for a little bit.

Remember my comment about poor jem from earlier? Well, she had finished her last orgasm of the day (see her blog for details) right before coming to the chat, and I think the idea of our mistresses in such a tangle made her wish she'd saved one for chat.

At some point pantysue commented to me that it's the first time she'd seen someone fake NOT cumming... Sadly for me she was wrong... I was not faking. But I was in a dark and desperate place.

The tease continued. At some point I even mentioned I was getting desperate enough to consider saying "anything" to get to cum. (Ms Kate locked that one away for later.) They just taunted and teased and told me I should call them right then. It was all in good fun, but as you know good fun to these two usually involves some pretty torturous scenarios for us.

Of course, I'm sure they both suspected I wouldn't do a two-girl call, but they enjoyed it nonetheless, as did I. A+ tease all the way! And thank you so much Ms Kate and Ms Grace for targeting me... Made me feel very special. All kidding aside, I am very fortunate to count you both as friends on this very interesting journey of mine.

Anyway, after Midnight Madness ended, it was time for my "Kate Date." Now 24 days out from release, and driving near the brink of insanity by a cyber-tease, I was more than ready! We chatted for a minute, then got right into things. It was amazing as usual, Ms Kate had prepared a very special treat for my call that made it EVEN HARDER to hold back, but I was able to.

I have noticed something lately. Ms Kate is still as incredible as ever on the phone, but there seems to be an extra devious spark in our calls, a twinge of that devilish attitude of hers, that has just skyrocketed these calls into the stratosphere. She is really good at making me worry/look forward to the next surprise she has in store. It's electric!

And then, I realized something. Since she knew I was desperate enough to tell her I'd do anything if I got to cum, she was not going to let me unless I DID say it. You'd think I'd learn.

Of course, I did say it, in a moment of absolutely fevered desperation. And it seemed an eternity while she laughed and considered this request, before finally telling me what that anything would be. I agreed in about a nanosecond, not concerned with such minor details as the consequences of our agreement. She gave me permission to cum, and that was all I cared about at that point.

Ms Kate, thanks to me saying "anything," it was a very interesting day for me at work on Wednesday. But it was worth it!!! Thank you so much for your time and patience with me and for being such a wonderful mistress and friend!

All Work and No Play Makes Ace a Dull Boy

noreply@blogger.com (Ace) — Mon, 23 Jul 2007 22:16:00 +0000

I work too much.

I always have. I am a workaholic. And it's not because I'm struggling financially. I'm not Bill Gates, but I do take care of the bills from month to month. Currently, I'm building a business which requires me to spend a lot of after hours time working. It will be better soon, as long as I don't keep taking more projects on than I need to. And I usually don't, unless they serendipitously fall into my lap.

I am feeling so frustrated today. Once again I find myself biting off more in the real world than I should chew, and it's taking away all of my free time. I want to update this blog more frequently. I want to be updating Ms Kate's shrine more as well. I want to spend more time chatting with my friends and reading and responding to their blogs. Most importantly, it's been three weeks since I got to talk to the ever lovely Ms Kate, and I am definitely scratching the walls to get a call in.

Not just for the reasons you might imagine, though those building are there in full force as well, but because calling and chatting and blogging have come to represent a certain playfulness that is so needed in my life. Also, Ms Kate is very good at making me decompress and lower my stress level... something of which I am always grateful.

There is this tiger in me that has been waking up for a few months now, see, and I suppose you can guess who has been waking it up. And now it is getting harder and harder for the little friendly kitty-cat part of me to just go through life with my eyes to the ground, nose to the grindstone. Gone are the days of letting people walk all over me like a doormat... My eyes have been opened and I've grown some stripes, and I like feeling confident and self-sure. That tiger knows how to show itself better than it ever has, and now it's difficult to change him back into a kitten. And, right now, I've taken on some projects that have left the tiger pacing, growling in a makeshift chicken wire pen. It's only a matter of time before the tiger realizes he can jump.

The tiger and I have been talking a lot today. We sent the kitten out for some peppermint ice cream (good luck finding it in the summer, sucka!) and have been discussing our options. We're both mad we haven't got to spend more time with Ms Kate and the rest of our friends.We both feel that the best thing to do is for me to STOP WORKING so many extra hours and make sure I have set aside at least one evening a week that I can just devote to calling and chatting with someone who can tame the tiger, namely Ms Kate. We both feel this will help keep the tiger tame and happy. And when the tiger is happy, Ace is happy.

So, with a hopeful heart and the support of giant predatory cat, I re-double my efforts!

Getting to Know U

noreply@blogger.com (Ace) — Wed, 27 Jun 2007 07:11:00 +0000

Princess Grace posted a challenge on her blog... Seemed like fun, so here is my response.

1) Are you left handed or right handed? Which direction does the top of your head lean when you kiss on the lips?

Right handed... And let's see... *smooch* Looks like I tilt my head to the right. Hmmm.. Learn something new every day I suppose.

2) What is the first "non-physical" feature you tend to notice about a person you find attractive?

Boy, this is gonna sound cheesy, but this is me being honest... A kind heart.

3) How many times to you tend to cum a week? (if not on restriction, and just left to your own devices)

I can't remember. LOL... Just kidding. I was a stroker boy before I started calling Miss Kate... Between 10 and 14 times. (Follow up question: When you say devices.....)

4) Would you rather receive amazing oral sex or have amazing sex?

Amazing sex. I love the mental connection of it. Don't get me wrong... Oral sex is wonderful, if I remember correctly... But if I had to chose only one... I would chose amazing sex.

5) What can a lover do to turn you on instantly?

Run their fingers through my hair while they whispers dirty things in my ear.. It makes me purr like a kitten.

6) When you orgasm, do you hold your breath?

It depends on how powerful it is. Lately... yes. Recently I almost passed out! Maybe I should get one of those oxygen mask things like they have in airplanes. That way it can drop down from the ceiling if, um, my cabin has a sudden change in pressure.

There! I did it! Thanks, Princess Grace, that was fun!

ROOOOOOOOARRRR!!!!

noreply@blogger.com (Ace) — Tue, 05 Jun 2007 08:01:00 +0000

Why am I grinning? Because finally, after a ridiculously long hiatus, I got to call Miss Kate!

ROOOOOOOOAAAAAR!!!!!!!

It's been a difficult road lately, there's been a few "almost" calls over the past few weeks... I had to keep canceling because of other forces in my real world experience. I was starting to feel a bit disconnected from everything. But patience finally paid off with a wonderful call on Sunday that reaffirmed why I click so well with Miss Kate.

I made a decision recently that I'm pretty much going to keep the details of my calls private, just between the two of us. What I will say is that the call began with a great little "catching up" conversation, which I have missed soooooo much. Then, we joked around a bit and started playing.

One of the things I absolutely love is that, since we have done a fair number of calls now, Kate has become very, very adept at judging what I'm feeling just by the subtle changes in my voice and breathing. I don't think it's something I can explain very well, but it is one of the huuuuge benefits of calling one mistress exclusively. By the time the call was done, I was on cloud nine... Back where I belong, kept just a little off balance, wanting more and more, and having the time of my life!

Thank you, my lovely Lady Kate, for a fantastic evening! Thank you for encouraging and being patient with me when my life went haywire, and thank you for that extra personal touch you always give. You've helped me on my journey every step of the way, and I am excited to see what lies just around the corner!

Meanwhile... Back at Ace Mansion....

noreply@blogger.com (Ace) — Fri, 01 Jun 2007 22:00:00 +0000

Well, well, well.... I'm not sure how it happened or, more importantly, WHY... But when my good friend G.R. told me Lucky Pet had a caged tiger in his possession, curiosity got the best of me. (What do you want? I'm genetically inclined that way.)

So I grabbed my overcoat and fedora and the keys to the Tiger Lotus and sauntered over to Lucky's Hideaway to see for myself. Sure enough, there was a delicious little Tigress/Human crossbreed locked up in a little cage for all to see.

Suddenly, I knew something was up... I could smell, with my highly tuned sniffer, the scent of a blue bear... There was Billy! Hmmm... I've never know LP to instigate problems, but BB... That's another story. I decided to keep quiet and feel out the situation a bit more.

"It's Ace! Or as we now refer to her, ggrrrrACE!" I thought they'd caught me, but BB was pointing to the feminine feline. Apparently, Billy believed he'd transmogrified his cat Mittens and I into one hell of a kitty cat.

I was flabbergasted, but then I noticed my friend and confidante, jem, chiming in as well. "Wonder if I could rent this cat for awhile? I have some problem vermin I'd like to get rid of..."
What a little bitchass!

Lucky's expression drooped. "Oh, shit! I have a hard on for ace!"

I couldn't take it any more... I was speechless, but I just had to correct them. All I could manage was a weak, "...um...?" They turned toward me, not recognizing me in my coat and hat, and I just looked up and the sky and whistled until they looked away again.

How could they have made such a glaring error? I've been running around the country all month opening up new cookie factories in economically desperate regions, but somehow they think they'd captured me and...

Then I noticed something about the captive cat.

A cigar! Well, that explains a lot. I hate the things... Can't stand them... But my sometimes doppelganger not-ace swears by them! (Figuratively and literally.) It appears poor old not-ace was in the wrong place at the wrong time. not-ace looked at me, pleadingly, but I couldn't come to his/her rescue now... I needed to find out more.

I backed away slowly, returned to my car, and drove home. True, not-ace/mittens made quite the combo. My tiger blood boils hottest for Ms Kate, but this creature was nothing to sneeze at. I flipped open my cell and IM'd Ms Kate, letting her know that I was safe and sound.

I was concerned that the wastelands have taken their toll on the gang. Surely this attempted hazing didn't have anything to do with the fact that I didn't join them on their crusade! Maybe I hadn't been the friend to them that I should have been... Maybe in my haste to open more cookie factories I had negleted some posting and comments that I should have taken more care of.

I called my secretary and asked her to ship two crates of cookies each to Ms Kate, Princess Grace, Miz Ava, Ms Veronica, Ms Tara, billybear, jem, lucky pet, bankyboo, and pantysue. However this situation had unfolded, I wanted them to know how much I cared about them. Thinking for a moment, I had Gladys add two more boxes of my experimental tiger-creme shortbreads to billy and lucky's shipments. It seemed they needed a bit of extra TLC.

Now I sit here in my overstuffed chair, reading over the latest numbers from my Anchorage factory, wondering what will become of this latest adventure into insanity. Surely most of the recipients of those cookies will assume foul play at work, we shall see. And as for not-ace/mittens.... As much as I hate to lose both an expensive clone and a close personal friend (mittens is the latter), a cost/benefit analysis of the situation tells me there will be other opportunities. I must patiently await them. In the interim, Mittens is safely locked away in that cage, no longer readily available as a, um, therapeutic distraction, to billy's anger. And something tells me he's gonna be awful sore soon.

Enjoy the cookies, my friends!

Five Things About Ace

noreply@blogger.com (Ace) — Fri, 18 May 2007 03:36:00 +0000

Howdy, all! I had some free time on my hands and am not able to call Miss Kate, so I thought I'd break the wall of anonymity just a bit and reveal a few little trivial things about me. :) (Really, a conversation I had with a friend recently inspired the idea.) Hope you will forgive the indulgence. It's kinda nice to share with friends.

1. I have a huuuge crush on Wonder Woman. It's the comic book geek in me. Sure, that costume is off the hook... (Miss Kate, you can pick one up for yourself and charge it to my account if you want...) ...but I think the thing that intrigues me most about the Amazon Princess is her lasso of truth. Once she gets that golden rope looped around you, you are powerless and must be completely honest with her. And, quite deliciously, if you are able to get rope tied around her, she becomes powerless as well. You just never know when you might get lucky.

2. This one's a bit embarrassing... But we're all friends here, right? Okay, deep breath... Here goes... I LOOOOOOOOOVE "Cruel Summer" by Bananarama. If I am listening to 80's music on the radio and this song comes on, my hand automatically turns the volume to 11. I have no excuse, and I'm not going to apologize! It's a cruel... (it's a cruel!) cruel summah!

3. I don't exactly know how to explain it, but I am fairly certain I have some very raw psychic ability. I will go months without so much as an inkling, but then suddenly my "spidey-sense" will kick in and I get a very clear flash of something important. Often I will sense hardship or need in the life of a close friend. Sometimes I am able to actually "see" something in the near future. There have only been a few times when nothing has come of these flashes, but, in a twist worthy of a Philip K Dick story, these "errors" occur when I have informed someone of my precognition. Perhaps seeing the future really can change the future. Anyway, I had one of these episodes recently and the recipient of my dream was very nice and didn't call me a wacko... Very classy.

4. I have watched every episode of Buffy the Vampire Slayer in chronological order four times. Fantasy television with a theatrical feel. Sure, there are some duds, but whew... Every time I watch the finale episode of season two, the one where Buffy has to kill the evil Angelus to stop an Apocalypse, and at the last moment he is transformed into the heroic Angel, and Buffy still has to run him through with a sword... Ugh... I cry every time!

I'm really excited that the billybear approved "Succubus Blues" will be arriving from amazon.com on Monday! Ever since they cancelled Buffy I have been jonesing for more. Thanks again to Billy for the recommendation.

5. I have a real world situation that can at times be a bit hairy. Recently it's been worse than usual. I probably won't ever be able to share many specifics about that, but if you are reading this you are most likely one of the people who has been helping me get through it. I've had a blast in the chat room this week, first at Midnight Madness on Tuesday and then a rare but quite entertaining appearance at Tease Time tonight. My cheeks are sore from the much needed smiles and laughter! Thanks, everyone! You're great!

"The Kate Who Was Great"

noreply@blogger.com (Ace) — Tue, 01 May 2007 05:34:00 +0000

My world was so dreary, dismal and grey
I sat there with nothing to do
Then a knock at the door and oh, wonderful day...
The Kate Who Was Great walked right through.

What a cool drink of water, this Kate was, for sure.
From her twinkling eyes to her feet.
One would be hard pressed to call her demure
But her devilish grin seemed so sweet.

"Well, hi, there," she said, in her sugary voice.
And I stuttered, "Hello, who are you?"
She grabbed my right hand, didn't give me a choice
And said, "I heard you were bored. Is it true?"

I replied that I was, and hung my head low.
But she lifted my chin with her hand.
"Oh, acey, my dear, I'm surprised you don't know
I'm here to make life extra grand!"

With a wink of her eye and a bump of her hip
She pushed me right on to the couch.
And she pulled out a bag, and I bit my lip
It was clear that the girl was no slouch.

Then she reached in and pulled out a quizzical thing
And asked, "Have you two not met?"
I looked at the object and quickly thinking
Said, "Of course.. Er... Um.. No, Miss, not yet."

"What is it, Miss Kate, my most beautiful rose?"
Though I thought with this question I'd lose her.
"Well, acey, some call it the great Aneros.
But I call it the Begging Inducer."

Then she showed me some more toys, Toy A and Toy B
And several with warnings I heeded
While she didn't take out one that locked with a key
I knew that a lock wasn't needed.

With a giggly laugh, she looked in my eyes.
And said, "Now, ace, dear, remember...
No cummies until I say so, or otherwise...
You can't ask again 'til September."

"Now's the fun part," she smiled. I started to twitch.
She whispered some words in my ear.
I leaned my head back as she flipped on a switch.
And soon, then, I realized my fear.

All the toys she'd hooked up to me had a design.
To force me to feel my blood boil.
I started to worry, felt the first warning sign.
I could only hold back with great toil.

"May I cum, please, Ms Kate?" I pleaded and moaned.
But she paid no great care to my groin.
"I don't think I can take it! Please, Miss!" I groaned.
And she held in my face a small coin.

"Heads or tails?" She cooed slyly. I thought for a bit...
But the blood had gone out of my brain.
I would either choose wisely or be in deep shit
Filled with bliss or feel sharp blue ball pain.

So I shouted, "Heads! Heads!" And she flipped that damn coin.
And then caught it as easy as pie.
My penis was worked over like prime tenderloin.
I was just about ready to cry.

As I sat in a sweat, she turned up the dial
So that every device was at "Max".
Trying so hard to simmer, I gave a weak smile...
Cock protesting my attempt to relax.

Ever so slowly, she then looked at that quarter
"Are you so close you're ready to burst?"
I thought "Well, Hell yes!" but a "Yeah..." seemed much shorter.
I was fearing now that coin was cursed.

She said, "Well, guess what, my little stroke pet?"
It appears that I flipped a 'tails'...
So hands off right now, and put it away!"
I pleaded but to no avail.

Then she gathered her toys up, quick as you please
Waved and winked slyly at me, quite sexy.
And I sat in my chair, jaw dropped down to my knees.
How did I let such a sexy girl vex me?

Then I pulled up my pants, in a most careful way.
At my desk I sat back down to stew.
But I noticed that instead of the sky's boring grey.
The color was now brilliant blue.