4/29/18 Kidnap Suzy Opportunity, Pt. 2

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Had to PEE!!!!!

So, earlier today, I really had to pee....

And I went onto to Fetlife to get permission to pee. And it took almost an hour to get that permission. About three people gave me permission at the same time. I was getting a little desperate...

One said go ahead. Another said there should be rules. And the other one said I had to go outside. 

So, I followed the outdoor suggestion. My bladder was about to burst and I thought a couple of times I was going to pee myself while taking off my panties (wearing a skirt today). I grabbed my keys and a couple of other things and dashed out the door.

I was doing the potty dance in the elevator, Lucky for me, no one was getting on so I went straight down. I almost ran out the lobby door.

I didn't want to use the alley next to my building, so I had to walk quickly a little ways away, gnawing on my lower lip.

After finally finding the right alley, I went in, squatted next to a dumpster, put a ball gag in my mouth and peed.

(actual alley)

It felt sooooooo gooooood.....

(me at first)

(me at the end)

Earning and Pleasing Her Pt. 1 (story)

The text surprised me.

It had been months since I was told to come to the apartment. I was beginning to miss the almost empty room with the single light, the pillows on the floor, the chair or rack... I missed when either Sir or Mistress, or both of them, laid out what I was to wear in the bedroom down the hall before crawling on my hands and knees to the room. The room where I had pleasure and pain, and sometimes displayed my experience on camera....to my humiliation and excitement.

While I had been seeing either Sir or Mistress, it was not at the apartment. The schedules never worked out. But somehow, today it did.

I was at my work, on break when the text came. My heart jumped when I saw that the text was from Mistress. She ordered me to come to the apartment after work. Directly from work. I had never done that. I would normally be given time to change out of my line cook uniform and get a shower. Not today.

I stood in front of the apartment door. I used my key. Smiling I walked in. Oh, it had been too long! The sparse apartment was just the same as the last time I was here...

I walked into the living room, expecting a note from Mistress. And there it was. On the table near the window. I picked it up, wondering what my instructions were.

I jumped when I heard boot heels on the hardwood floor. I turned, expecting Mistress, but did a hard blink; it was a different woman. I opened the note and it simply said, “Do what she orders.” I laid the note back down.

The woman came in from the kitchen. A beautiful Asian woman with short, jet black hair. She was wearing a leather, biker jacket. Under that was a tight tee tucked into blue jeans. The jeans went over her black boots. She was holding a glass of wine, walking towards me, looking me over.

She was dominant and I reacted to it quickly. I cast my eyes downward and placed my wrists behind my back, crossed at the wrists. She slowly walked in a circle around me. Boots making noise on the floor.

I felt uneasy. Normally, I would be presentable. But the instructions in the text were clear: come in work clothes. Being a line cook, I looked messy at the end of my shift. I work khakis pants, non-slip sneakers, a black polo with the restaurant's logo on it, and a baseball cap on my head. And there were stains on my clothes...I looked horrible and I was embarrassed.

The woman stood in front of my and lifted my chin with a finger, “I find you acceptable. Your Mistress told me everything about you. If you don't like this arrangement, say so now. If you want to stay, just nod and you can stay...and you will obey me.”

She was so beautiful. Make up perfect. Amazing brown eyes. Hair seemed to shin. And her lips...oh my goodness...I ached for them.

This wasn't the first time I was shared with others by my Mistress and Sir. But each time, including now, I always could say no. But this Asian goddess was too perfect...and I wanted her lips on me, all over me....I nodded. I would obey.

A lovely and evil smile played out on her face, “Wonderful. Stay here. Close your eyes. Don't move. I will be back.”

I listened to her walk away after closing my eyes. She was gone only a few minutes. When she came back, I heard something drop to the floor with a soft flop noise...a pillow.

“Keep your eyes closed.”

She came so close that I could smell her perfume: jasmine. I made a little sighing noise.

“She told me that you liked this scent.”

Eyes closed, I nodded.

“Good. Now...you are about to feel something. When you do, slowly open your eyes. And then you may release your hands.”

I nodded and waited a moment. Savoring the scent; she was so close to me. I felt some thing on my stomach. Heavy. Large. I slowly opened my eyes and looked right into that angelic Asian face. Her lips were right there...

I released my hands, but they stayed at my sides. I was transfixed by her. Her face almost on mine. Her lips were right...there. All I had to do was lean forward, and I could taste them.

It was as if she could read my mind, “No. I touch you, you don't touch me, understand?”

I nodded, disappointed.

She smiled, “I know. Look down.”

I looked down between us. She was wearing a strap-on. It was resting on my belly. Large, heavy and black.

She came closer and placed her hands on my hips. She did a slow grind against my body. The black strap-on moving up and down on my stomach. Pushing at my shirt, pushing at my body and I wanted it...I wanted it inside of me. I wanted her to drive it into me...all of it.

I looked back up into her face as moved together. She nodded. Pushed the strap-on into my stomach, slowly.

I let my hands come forward. They didn't seem to be a part of me. But they did what I commanded them to do. My small hands wrapped around the dildo of the strap-on.

It was thick. So thick. I let my hands stroke it. Thumbs on the tip, light grip on the shaft. Up and down, stroking, my hips now moving in, pressing it against me...we both started moving faster.

After a few moments, she stopped moving. She moved away from me, just a little bit. My hands were still on the strap-on, still stroking it. I missed its weight on my belly.

As I stroked it, I looked at her. She smiled. She knew. She knew she had me. That I would obey. That I wanted her. Badly...

She traced a finger just above her belt. “You have to earn the right to learn my name. You have to earn the right to get pleasure from me. You have to earn everything that you want from me. Understand?”

I was stroking, pulling at the dildo, trying to get her back to me. I nodded.

Softly, “Good girl. Now...this is just the first step; earning the right to learn my name.”

I nodded. Eager. Command me.

She snapped her fingers and pointed down to the pillow, “Get on your knees and suck it. If you suck to my satisfaction, like a good whore, if I like how you gag on it, choke on it...like a good slut...then I will tell you my name. Now...get on your knees and suck it!”

I nodded. Still stroking it. And I looked down and then up. Just as I was about to go to my knees, she slapped me. My cap flew off of my head to the floor.

After the initial shock and stinging pain, my cheek grew deliciously warm. Wide eyed, I stared at her...but I never stopped stroking.

She put a finger in my face, “When I give you an order, you obey immediately!”

I nodded. She slapped my other cheek. Lovely stinging pain. The dull and warm throb afterwards. I licked my lips. It felt so good...

I dropped to my knees, landing on the pillow. Both of my small hands on the giant, fake cock in front of me. I licked my lips.

I moved forward, unsure how to get in my mouth. After two more false starts, I moved in and felt a sudden and exquisite pain as my head was jerked back by my hair.

“When I tell you to suck it, you FUCKING SUCK IT!!!”

With each word she slapped me. Each word, each cheek. My eyes rolled into my head, I was barely hanging on, hands still on the strap-on. Mouth agape, loving, just loving the pain.

When she was done, while my eyes were unfocused, as I slipped right into subspace with a tiny whimper and moan, she grabbed my head with both hands.

She thrusted that huge, thick, black dildo right into my tiny mouth, stretching it, filling my mouth , pushing over my tongue, smashing into the back of my throat, charging into my throat.

My hands dropped. I slumped. Held up only by her hands and her big, black phallus jamming my mouth. I gave up. I didn't care anymore.

My eyes half-lidded. Drool pouring out over my lower lip in strands. She fucked my face. Fucked it hard. My hands feebly slapped at her legs, but that just encouraged her.

Soon, the only noise I was making was a guk-guk-guking sound. She just held my head and it went as far down my throat as she could get it. It was so big, so thick, no air came in.

My body panicked as it lost air. Again, slapping uselessly and without strength at her legs and thighs. Growing weaker, eyes rolled back. Until my hands gave up. My body gave up, little jerks at it fought for air. Tears running down my cheeks...

Suddenly, she pulled out and delicious air came in. She let go of my head and I fell to the floor on my side. Gasping for air, body spasming. Coughing, crying a little. Unable to move.

In my peripheral vision, I saw the strap-on gear thump to the hardwood floor. And then I felt her hand stroking my hair, my arm. A soothing voice calling me a good girl, I did so well. She leaned in closer, the scent of jasmine. She whispered her name to me.

Then she helped me to my knees. She held me, rocking me a little. Letting me recover in her jacketed arms.

After a few minutes, she asked me softly, “What's my name?”

I snuggled into her and said, “Mistress Kiyone.”

Not kidnapped.....

Didn't get kidnapped...sniff...

Well, to be honest, it would've been hard to get me at Animore as it turns out. It's a much smaller convention than Otakon. Which means that once I did the things I set out to do...there wasn't much to do afterward.

Since the area was so small, there were only so many things to do and places to go. So, I wound up leaving the convention earlier than I thought I would each day. At Otakon, I am normally in the con the whole time except when sleeping or eating. Not so much at Animore. Had a fun time, but, I didn't get kidnapped...

Or gagged...

So sad...guess I'll to struggle on my own in my apartment, with the door unlocked....

Kidnap Suzy Opportunity on January 19 -21, 2018 at Animore!

From January 19^th to the 21^st I will be at Animore, which has been moved to the Renaissance Baltimore Harborplace Hotel. I will either be in this hotel in the convention, or in the immediate environs (basically the Inner Harbor). And this will be one of two prime Kidnap Suzy Opportunities this year!

If you haven't seen me do this before, it's really simple. I will be in a area of town where there will be NO guesswork as where it is. And you will you know WHEN I will be there! Normally, I leave scant clues about where I will be and at what time. And by kidnapping me, I mean that you get to take me out to eat and stuff...

But there are rules, mainly to protect all of us.

First, the code phrase. If you think you have found me, you *MUST* say the following *EXACTLY* : “Do you think Garma Zabi is more sympathetic in Gundam Origins than in the original series?”

The code phrase that should be said to you in reply *MUST* be this *EXACTLY* : “No, I think he had a thing for Char, Garma would've been a great villain if he had a Death Star.”

If you do NOT hear that said back to you, then *IT IS NOT ME!!!* I set up a code phrase each time to make sure that both you don't go after the wrong girl and that I know that I am caught. It is *IMPORTANT* that this rule is followed!!!!

So, what happens if you find me? Well, once the code phrases are delivered and acknowledged, I let you know that you have “kidnapped” me! If I am on my way to a panel, or event, then you will come with me. After that, or if I don't have an immediate event planned, you get to take me to bar and buy me a drink and chat. Oh, and you have to buy me Pocky at some point, too. If we hit it off, then we sick together for the rest of the con. BTW, Blue will be in attendance and he knows what my schedule will be, and I will be informing him of my whereabouts...gotta be careful, some of you get a little frisky....

So, how do you find me? Well, this is where I will let you know what I look like during the course of the convention. Because cos-play is a big deal in any con, there are bound to be more than one person doing the same character. So, that's another reason for the code phrases. Also, no matter what I will be as...there will ALWAYS be a silver ankh hanging from my left wrist! Here is what I will be cos-playing each day -

*Friday* – Fuu (reader's choice) during the day! That is, up until 4pm. To give you an idea of what I will look like:

Around 6pm, I reappear in a formal get up. A black, high-collared ao dai, with sleeves, black with a gold designs. Black heels, small purse. Hair slicked back with a jade, dragonfly clip.

*Saturday* - Major Kusanagi, from Ghost in the Shell, in her dress uniform. Here's an idea of what it looks like:

*Sunday* - Very simple and easy. Almost everything will be black. Black jeans into black, knee-high boots. Black blouse, no sleeves, black leather gloves snapped of at wrists. Large, collar on my neck with a silver bell on the ring. Short, black, bob wig with cat ears. Wearing mirror shade sunglasses and my lips will be *very* red. And if you make me smile...you might see small fangs...

And remember, no matter what I am wearing, there will *always* be a silver ankh off the left wrist.

There you go! The rules and what I will be wearing! To date, no one has ever caught me! A couple have come close, but not quite!

Good luck!!!!

P.S. Wrote this in a tee and panties, handcuffed with a red-ball gag in my little mouth, bee drooling for awhile now. Going to play an old ZFX video, mebbe Beyond Driven 3, and grab my hitachi...

A Desperate Need (story)

I look up at each wrist. Each one is secured in a fur-lined, heavy leather cuff, padlocked in. A chain goes from each cuff, upwards, to the top of the bedpost, pulling each arm taut.

Looking down at my ankles, it is much the same way. Each leg pulled towards one side of the bed. Making my legs strain a little.

I look down, to my left, and on the table are the instruments that she will want to use tonight. A flogger, my favorite crop, nipple clamps, a nice-sized vibe if I am good; a cane if I am bad. And the knife that she will use to cut away the black lace bra and panties, leaving me in just in black heels.

The gag in my mouth is cruel. A hard, bit gag, pulled tightly into the corners of my small mouth. Forcing my tiny, pink tongue down, unable to make words, just whimpers, moans and screams of delight and pain.

Mistress walks towards me. Looking severe and seductive. A long, black skirt with a slit up one side. White, long-sleeved blouse, buttoned up collar. Black kid gloves on. Powerfully red lips and blue eyes with her dark hair up and off her lovely neck.

Her boots make noise as she walks towards me. Very loud on the wood floor. She looks stern, almost angry. Powerful. My heart races a bit more between lust and fear. She's different tonight; not sure why. I'm hoping that she finds me a good girl and not use the cane on my bottom.

She comes right up to me. Looks down at me, face unreadable. She reaches behind me and undoes the gag. I'm nervous, she always makes me wear a gag through the whole session. She roughly rips the bit out of my mouth. I work my jaw a little. She tosses the gag to one side, glaring at me.

She reaches behind me and grabs my short, brown hair. She violently pulls my head back, delicious pain surprising me and exciting me; I gasp out loud.

Her other, gloved hand grabs my chin and her fingers dig into my cheeks. She's holding my head in place. With clenched teeth, she shakes my head once, twice...violently. I'm scared, I don't know what's happening, why is my Mistress acting like this...she moves to shake my head once more.

Instead, her hand releases my hair. It cradles the back of my head. The other hand lets go of me face and caresses it, still holding my chin, but gently, and she kisses me.

She closes her eyes. Her lips land on mine. Oh, they are so soft...she presses them to me, just her lips, it's so gentle and lovely. Her hands on my head holding and caressing me. She pulls away slowly and her eyes slide open to look at me.

My knees go weak. I'm melting. I smell the jasmine on her. I see her blue eyes, so soft now, red lips parted. Her hands leaving me and I don't have the strength to tell her not to.

She looks at me. And she's scared. She's actually trembling. My Mistress is trembling.

She is shaking as she whispers to me, “Please...please say yes...oh, please say yes...”

Too many words are choked off in my throat. I do the only thing I can. I nod to my Mistress. I find that I'm smiling a little as I do it. I nod yes for her.

With a small sound she slips her arm around my waist. Her hand in my hair, pulling me forward to her, the smell of jasmine, her body on mine, she kisses me so, so, so deeply that I give up to her. Everything. I give her all of me, and then I close my eyes as I feel her tears on my cheeks.

Oh, Mistress...if I had known...if you had told me...I would have said yes long ago...oh, my poor and beautiful Mistress...you have me now...it'll be okay...you have me in your arms...it'll be okay....I'm here now... 

A stupid little something for you...

Caught in a professional building after hours and being chased...