Throbbing (story) Part One

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The apartment was dark. It had been a little while since I was here. I knew that everyone wanted to be careful. So, we stopped the sessions until we all felt comfortable being around each other. I closed the door behind me as I stepped in.

I looked to the left, where the living room and kitchen were; no one. Not even a light was on. The hallway to my right was dark as well with just the lamp on at the far end. I walked to the door that was always unlocked for me and went in. As normal, a note was on the bed. With what I was to wear tonight.

The note was not an order, but a request. I could leave if I wanted to. I could not remember that last time that a note left for me was not an order. I laid it back on the bed and went about showering and changing. The hot water felt nice tonight.

I am always disappointed that I can never get the smell of garlic completely off of me from work. Even though I work as a line cook with a bunch of guys and I swear and bump them back when they try to bump me off of my place...I still like to be a girl, look and smell nice. Sometimes I can pull of the look, but no matter what, the garlic always managed to be present. I sighed and did my best.

I toweled off. Took time on my hair, even a little bit of make up. I let the towel drop to the floor and put on the clothes that were laid out for me. Very simple tonight. Black lace bra and panties. In no time, I was ready.

I went back out into the hallway and glanced to the the room at the far end. The door was open. I followed the directions on the note and got on my hands and knees. I made my way to the open door and crawled in.

Instead of the usual mound of pillows under the one light bulb in the room, there was a bed instead. The camera that sent out the live feed was aimed at the door and the red light was on, meaning that anonymous watchers were seeing me already. I stopped at the moment at the door, looking directly at the camera.

My eyes went up and saw Sir standing behind the camera, one hand on it. His usual white shirt, black pants and Italian shoes, I could smell how scrubbed clean he was. I loved that smell on him. I bent my head for a moment, and then continued to crawl towards him.

I went past the camera, noting that Sir was making sure the camera stayed on me. When I got to the bed, as instructed, I placed the side of my face on the floor. I clasped my hands behind my back, with my bottom in the air, for everyone who was watching to see.

Sir rarely talked when the camera was on, normally giving simple instructions. Tonight was a little different as he spoke, “Tonight, Suzy is with me and only me. Her night with her Mistress will be at a later time if she so chooses. Suzy, stand up and face the audience.”

I stood up. I turned and looked straight into the camera as the note instructed. The red light on. I placed my hands behind me, crossed at the wrists as if bound. Sir, walked to me, pulling out a pair of steel cuffs.

He knelt down and I had to stifle an urge to run my hands through his dark hair. I gasped a little when he placed the cuffs on my ankles. They were cold. But I kept looking into the camera, wondering who was watching...who was wishing they were me, or wishing to be Sir. Men and women, forever unknown to me, I could pass them on the street and they would know who I was but I would never know who they were....

He pulled out another pair of cuffs from his other pocket. He stood behind me and clasped them onto my wrists. He made them very tight. Just the way I like it: I liked being marked this way.

On the bed were three, white, silk scarves. As I silently gazed into the camera, he lifted a scarf up and then ordered me to open my mouth. It had a knot in it. I opened my little mouth, he placed the knot in past my teeth. He pulled the ends back, the know going further in. And in one quick movement, he tied off the gag, a surprised sound coming out of me as the scarf bit into my cheeks, and as he made tighter before making the knot.

Sir stood next to me and reached into his shirt pocket and pulled out a hankie. He stuffed it into my gagged mouth, muffling me. I closed my eyes for just a moment and when I opened them, I saw the second scarf, and pulled it across my small mouth, completely over my cruelly gagged, little mouth.

He pulled on it tight again, and again, the wide scarf pressed into my cheeks. My eyes briefly rolled up as I moaned a little, feeling so dominated and loving it. My eyes slowly came back to the camera, but were unfocused, already slipping into subspace.

And as I stood there, not really seeing anything, as my unfocused eyes stared blankly ahead, as I was softly moaning into the gag, as I felt the tightness down below and the first hint of wetness, legs pressing and releasing, getting so wonderfully lost in the steel cuffs and the domination of my gag...

The last scarf came over my eyes. And just like the gag, the scarf was wide and pressed firmly on me. I was in the darkness. And I knew that I was in that special place of helplessness and need and it was soooo good and Sir had to catch me before I sank to me knees...and there was the start of the pulse that was in me that made my nipples hard and made me wet and the tightness was unbearable....

Sir laid me down on the bed. I was on my side. Lost in my feeling the aches and needs of my body, feeling the cuffs, totally under control of the blindfold and gag...Sir laid down behind me. I vaguely remember hearing him move the camera moving closer, talking about me, what was to happen and all I could do was whimper into my gag and writhe on the bed....

For a moment, he was just behind me. Then I head a rustle. And then I felt his hand guide my cuffed hands towards him. Then I felt the heat and hardness in the palms of my tiny hands. At first, I did not know, but when I gently squeezed that hard warmth, I heard Sir gasp a little and then I remembered.

In my mind's eye, I could see a screen. Showing me and Sir. Me in front of Sir. Bound, gagged and blindfolded. I was writhing, but I could see that behind me, my hands were working Sir. My body undulating as if Sir were in me.

Then I came back to the darkness and knew only Sir's cock in my cuffed hands. Gently pulling and stoking. Fingertips caressing his head, while my bottom pressed against. And to my embarrassment, I was panting. I was panting, because I wanted it.

And as I stroked him, pressed against him so desperately, undulating and panting and whimpering into the gaga...he whispered into my ear. He called me a slut. A whore. A bitch. Dirty. Filthy.

And he was right. I was all of those things in that moment. I wanted him to shove himself into my nasty, whore ass...into my dirty and slutty pussy...I wanted him to rip the gag out so that he could ram that hardness and spread my small lips as my pink tongue lapped at him and sucked at him with my cheeks, wanting to be that dirty whore for his cock...and now I was moaning loudly into the gag....

He roughly flipped me onto my back. I was startled and almost breathless. I heard a sound like a click and I squealed in fear into my gag when I felt the tip of the knife on my stomach. I tried to squirm away, but Sir clamped a hand onto my neck. I stilled immediately.

His hand firm on my neck. Strong, slightly squeezing me. I was completely dominated now. My body reacting to the control of my neck, my breathing, my submissiveness taking hold, and just laying there...trembling, but otherwise still.

The tip of the blade lightly scraped my skin as Sir went up. And went he cut away the bra, when the blade grazed a hard nipple ever so slightly, I felt the tightness almost...almost...give way to an orgasm and I groaned into the gag, because I had wanted that orgasm....

Then I felt his lovely cock on my stomach. Moving up and down on my soft, vulnerable stomach. And I moved my hips with him, trying to coax him into me...

He released my neck. Straddling me, he used his own hand. Stroking himself. I pressed up wards, pressing myself into his crotch, trying to move my legs, to wrap them around his waist, but my ankles were cuffed...and the tightness down there was beginning to hurt me, it was dull and aching and I was so wet...oh, god, so wet....

He didn't make a noise. Instead, I felt a hot wetness splash onto my stomach. Then more...and then some more. And even blindfolded, my eyes rolled back, and even gagged, my little mouth tried to open as I almost came from feeling his cum splash on me....

I don't know how much time passed. All I know is that at some point I had drifted away but was brought back by the pain, that dull ache of the orgasm that hasn't let out yet. I felt a coldness wipe on my stomach, cleaning me up. The Sir, slowly sat me up.

He undid my gag. He undid the first scarf and I felt it fall on my thighs and then slip away. Sir unpacked my mouth and undead the rest of the gag. I moved my jaw a little. Realized that I was making small sounds the entire time.

Sir cupped my chin in his palm and lifted my face up, “You are such a little slut. But you are my little slut.”

He helped me off the bed and onto the floor. Still blindfolding and whimpering a little, I could hear the camera move again. He ordered me to tilt my head up and of course, I obeyed.

I could hear his voice, cold, “The audience is watching you. So, be honest, just nod your head if it's true that you are hurting because you need to cum so badly.”

I nodded. It hurt, oh it hurt.

Softly, “I know it hurts. I was hurting until you released me, so I know.”

I could hear kneel next to me, “But Mistress is also hurting. And before you can stop hurting, you also have to help her. She's not here...but she is watching us, right now. I'm sure if you begged her...she would come here tonight, right now. And it would be all over, tonight, we can all be released tonight, you being the last. But you have to convince Mistress....you have to beg her, now, while everyone is watching. Wait for the door to close...then you can start.”

I heard Sir's footsteps go towards the door. I sat back on my heels. Looking down. And then I head the door close and begged...oh god, I begged.

I begged her to come tonight. I begged her and anyone who was watching me saw me beg her and promise how well I would please her with little mouth, my pink tongue pleasuring her, begging her to come here and to hurt me with her hand or crop on my bottom, promising to lick her boots, nipple clamps, to be her pony, to be her slut, her whore...

Please come here, now, because I was hurting, everything felt so tight, and it hurt so much, I I was throbbing...throbbing inside so hard and it hurt SO much...please, Mistress, please...make me dirty, make me filthy, make me please you...just please come, please Mistress...please...I'm crying...please Mistress...please...

(End Part One)

An idea of where I was last week.....

The picture above was near Tilghman Island, I was in Saint Michaels. I did play with a ball gag and handcuffs one evening, but otherwise, I just relaxed on my own. 

I don't have a significant other right now (actually, in quite awhile), and it would have been nice to be with someone, but I had a good time on my own. Probably would've spent the entire time tied up pleasing a vicious vixen or gentleman demon if I was with someone...to be honest...probably a vicious vixen; I felt the need to taste other women the past couple of weeks...

Can't wait for COVID to ease up so I can play.

A night time t-shirt

Ok, so no real fetish here. Actually, this is one of two pictures of the same tee...but this was one was a little tooooo adult for the purpose it was originally taken for. A rated-G version was taken for that purpose. 

I decided at the last second to post something of me, which I haven't done in a long time. 

So, just a little something of mine for you all!

Tales from the ZFX Dimension: The Store, Part Two (story) by Suzyisgagged

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I woke up slowly. I could hear moans, laughter, whips hitting flesh...and then I remembered the ribbons encasing me and dragging me into a pitch-black portal while I started to pass out from the lack of air...

With a start I sat forward on the bench, looking around me wildly. I was still in the video booth. The memory of hands all over me, molesting me, came to mind and jumped up form the bench. My eyes darted around to the corners in the booth, seeing nothing. I turned to the video screen, expecting Chandra Sweet's face, mocking me, calling me a whore and a bitch.

She said that I was being brought to her dimension. But...the ZFX trailer didn't have me in it. I wasn't the star victim. It was a trailer from one of the first ZFX movies I bought when I started collecting vintage bondage porn. It was “The Plant”.

But I wasn't in the movie. I wasn't wrapped up in vines and being violated. I wasn't bound and gagged and electrocuted. There were no hands coming from the wall or ribbons coming to wrap me up and suffocate me.

It was just a porn, video booth showing ZFX trailers.

Feeling stupid, I walked out of the booth and back down the hall towards the store. As I walked, I felt...different for some reason. Things felt off. I shrugged, and decided to go home and call it day. I walked into the store and past a full length mirror. I stopped, blinked and walked back to the mirror.

What the hell?

I looked at myself in the mirror. It was me...but not me. I wasn't wearing the clothes I had come in with. Instead, I had on a neon-green tube top. A really short jean skirt. And these white, stiletto heeled hooker boots that went up to my knees.

I looked at my face; it was me. But heavily made up. Then I noticed the hoop earrings...so trashy! But the thing that really surprised me was that my hair had somehow grown and was long again! It went down my back and was dyed black. And very, very much teased.

My mouth dropped open; I looked like a 90's era prostitute.

I slowly turned my head to the right. And standing right there was Chandra Sweet, smirking at me. As I raised my hand to point at her, a hand with a cloth clamped over my mouth and nose.

There was a sweet smell to the cloth. And a very large and strong arm pinned my smaller arms to my body. For a moment, I was too surprised to act. Then I realized what was happening as I did a slow blink, felt a little drowsy; I was being chloroformed!

I struggled, my legs lifted and kicked in the air. I twisted my shoulders and tried to pull my head away from the cloth. But he just held me there. I squirmed and screamed into the cloth...but I was only getting weaker. Worse, as my struggles started getting weaker and sluggish, I could an enormous erection from the man holding me.

As I started to sag in his arms, as my knees started to give way...as it became harder and harder to keep my eyes from rolling back and closing...Chandra stepped up to me.

She smirked at me, mere inches away and right before my eyes closed for the last time, she said to me, “Welcome to the ZFX Dimension, bitch.”

I woke up again. Very groggy from the chloroform. I blinked a couple of times and then tried to rub my eyes. I couldn't.

When I tried to stand and couldn't, I panicked. My eyes shot open and I looked down: I was bound with rope to a chair.

My ankles were tied to a leg each of the chair. That forced my legs to be spread open some. I could feel a chill hitting me inside of my skirt. There was rope tight against my stomach, pushing into me, making a touch hard to breathe. I tested my wrists; they were bound behind the back of the chair. I could lean forward just a little, but that was it.

That was when I noticed the gag. It was a hard bit gag. It pulled hard into the corners of my little mouth, stretching them back. I could still make noise, even talk after a fashion...but I was gagged.

Chandra walked up to me with a stool. She sat down to the right of me, and I looked away. She grabbed my chin and pulled me back to look at her. I blinked, looked at her pretty and sadistic face.

“Plshh...ddnnnnt....plsh...”

She gave me an evil smile, “You're making me wet, you little slut. I knew we were right to lure you here. You're just another, submissive, horny fuckslut...”

I shook my head no. And begged with my eyes for her to let me go. Her hand pressed against my stomach, just above the rope.

My body stiffened in the chair as her hand slowly went up. Her hand cupped a breast and I moaned a no very, very loudly.

She squeezed, making me whimper and beg, “Shtp...pllsh shtp...nnnmmm...shtp...PLSH!”

Chandra leaned in and hissed into my ear, “You fucking whore...you know want it....you know you need it...you know you just looove this...you know you do....”

She slipped her hand under the tube top and started to pinch at my nipple. Then she shifted to my other breast. And for what seemed like forever, she squeezed and tormented my nipples and my breasts with her hands. Telling me how much of a whore I was, how much of a submissive slut I was and that soon, I would be so much sluttier and submissive.

And to my horror, as I moaned and whimpered for her to stop and to let me go, I found my hips trying to undulate on the chair. I could feel how wet I was. And with a burning red face, I turned away and whimpered as Chandra laughed at me.

Finally, she snapped her fingers and a large many walked up to her and handed her a syringe. My eyes went wide and I screamed and really struggled to get free. The man reached down and grabbed my throat with one hand and squeezed and soon I went very still as he choked me. He slowly let go when Chandra ordered him to.

She held up the syringe, “This isn't a drug; it isn't heroin or anything like that. It will, however, start to enhance your submissive side. But it has to be given to you in small doses, over time, for it to work and not to reduce you to a drooling mess. Now stay still.”

She stuck me with the needle and I winced, she continued, “You see, now that we have given you the shot, we have to carefully feed you the serum in various ways. In about a day, you will lose your memory, you will become completely submissive and we will create a new you; a submissive whore into BDSM and horror porn...”

She took the needle and handed it back to her servant, “I guess I should explain your new home to you. You see, the ZFX Dimension stopped evolving socially in the 1990's. And the people in this small dimension, they started creating a new social order of sadists and masochists. All of those ZFX movies you watched in your dimension...well...that's how it works in this one.”

She licked her lips, “The problem became that for women, you fell into one of two categories: dominant or victim. Most of the women here went victim. Which was fine...until the rest of us wore them out. We literally fucked them to death. And now, we have to find new women to become the victims of our society. And that's where sluts like you come in!”

Chandra reached behind me and started to unbuckle the gag, “So, we make these movies and we transmit to other dimensions on certain wavelengths. We aim for submissive sluts like yourself. We lure them in and we grab them...just like we did with you!”

She pulled the gag out of my small mouth, it was so sore, “So, what we have to do now is to make you compliant. Just like all the others. Now, normally, after we do that we release you into the world and we use over and over....we mind-wipe you after each session so you can't remember and when we nab you again, you are fresh. But you...we tested you after we first brought you in...we had no idea you were such a kinky, little bitch!!”

Chandra mauled at my breasts through the tank top as he grabbed my hair from behind, “So, we are going to use you in the movies, you get to be a star!!!”

Her face came in closer, “And when we are done, you will be the perfect, submissive whore for us to use...when you aren't being bound, gagged, tortured and raped in front of a camera by men, women, robots and tentacle monsters...you will be in suspended animation until the next movie...or until I decide to use you as my personal bondage, fuckslut.”

She forced herself on me. She kissed me deeply. Her tongue deep into my mouth, overpowering mine and soon I wasn't able to breathe. Her hands viciously twisting my nipple, making me moan into her mouth in pain. When she pulled away, there was a small strand of drool between our lips.

She wiped her mouth with the back of her hand. She looked at her servant and ordered him to take me to the “Dildo Room”.

She grinned at me, “You're going to just love how you will get your second dose of the serum!!!”

As she walked away, I felt terrified. And then, as my mind was frozen in the horror of what was to happen to me, I realized that the serum was starting to work...there was a small, almost silent voice in my head that appeared...and then the horror became more real as the little voice grew a little louder each time it repeated itself...

I don't want to be untied...ever again...I just want...to be helpless forever....

The large man looked down at me and cocked an eyebrow, “You know you're saying that out loud, right?”

End Part Two

Helpless in the Morning (story by Suzyisgagged)

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Standing in the kitchen, barefoot, looking at the rope marks on my wrists from the night before. I'm just wearing a large, white button down shirt. Nothing underneath.

I see the two empty glasses from last night. Red lipstick on one glass; hers. The bottle of bourbon only half full. She let me sip at a glass after she used my rope on me. I padded over to the small bathroom.

I look at myself in the bathroom, deciding against coffee. My jaw is a little sore. There's a hint of a strap mark on my left cheek. I can still feel the ball gag in my mouth, I like that feeling. Somehow she found my unlocked door last night. She lives a floor below me. Who knew?

I heard her heels click on the kitchen floor. I turn to look at her: dark hair, dark eyes, much taller than me (everyone's taller than me), still looking gorgeous, vicious and commanding. I look up to her, smile to say good morning to her and....

She grabs me by the hair. She pulls hard, down and to the side, the pain is so clear and lovely and I gasp and almost lose my balance. Looking up at her wide-eyed and I raise a hand to her arm.

She slaps my face. Not very hard, just enough to command me. There is a stinging and then that delicious warmth that follows. My hands drop to my sides and I notice that I'm breathing heavily. I lick my little lips.

As she holds me by my hair, she grabs my neck with her other hand. She squeezes, not to choke me, but to hold me in place. She looks at me, she looks hungry.

She kisses me. Very deeply. My eyes slowly close and roll back into my head in intense pleasure. As her tongue works me, as her lips presses against me as if to tell me that she owns me, I grow weak and my knees start to shake a little.

I give up to the kiss. I give up to her lips. The oh, so lovely pain still there, her hand on my neck...she is completely controlling me and she is making me helpless. She's kissing me so deeply that it's hard to breathe and I actually want to faint and fall into her, let her take my breath away.

She breaks the kiss and let's go of my hair. She gives my neck a final squeeze; yes you command me Mistress. She smiles that vicious smile...she knows.

Before letting go of my neck, she leans down and whispers in my ear, “Slut.”

And just like that, she walks out the door. She will be back later tonight, I told her I would leave the door unlocked again.

But now that she is gone, I start to shake all over. The warmth on my face where she slapped me, I can still feel her fingers in my hair pulling at me, her lips and her tongue in my tiny mouth, crying softly...and worst of all...that tightness in my stomach, the wetness...and oh, I'm starting to throb...

Oh dear god, I need her to fuck me...oh, I need it so bad...oh god please...I need it...please, Mistress...I need it so, so, so VERY badly.....

Tales from the ZFX Dimension: The Store, Part One (story) by Suzyisgagged

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I'm a fan and collector of vintage, bondage movies, especially from the late 80's through the 90's. I have a lot of HOM and Harmony. But one of my all-time favorites has to be the over-the-top, almost campy, movies made by ZFX/Shockwave.

They were always meant to be brutal and hardcore. And they usually pulled off, but you had to have a little bit of suspension of disbelief with the effects. But the models they used were gorgeous and real to me. The movies all had stories ranging from kidnappers to robotic pimps to tentacle monsters to science-gone-awry and included really cruel bondage and gags as well as unique tortures and one of my dark little favorites: asphyxiation. A submissive like me would always enjoy at least a few movies made by ZFX...

So, one night, after I bound and gagged myself and pressed play and watched a ZFX movie while using a vibe on myself, I noticed that there were glitches on the video I hadn't seen before. After cumming a couple of times, I let the video play as I undid my bounds and as I pulled the ball gag out of my little mouth, I saw another glitch happen.

I left the gag around my neck and used the mouse to bring the movie back to the glitch. When I really looked at it, I thought I saw buildings in the glitch. I kept replaying it, slowing it down more and more. And to my amazement...I recognized the buildings! They were here in Baltimore! After some time, I realized that they were about six blocks away, in a small, run-down section of town. Near a few pawn shops.

Curious, I decided to go and visit these buildings the next day.

I walked the six blocks, not too far away. But it was cold out, so I had on my jeans, a white sweater and black jacket. I decided to go in comfort and wear sneakers for the walk.

When I got there, it was just like on the video, the block was kind of run down. Nobody was walking around and the pawnshops were all closed. But there was the one store front with an open sign blinking.

The windows were covered by locked gate. But they had signs advertising adult movies and magazines for sale. I was pretty familiar with Baltimore's adult stores and I was not afraid to go into them...but I did not recall this one at all. I stood at the door for a moment, looking at the blinking sign and decided to go in, out of the cold. I figured I could check out the movies and see if I could find some gear to vintage movies to buy.

It was like any other adult store I've been in. Very plain, a lot of shelves for movies and magazines and gear hanging off of walls or thrown into bins. There was the obligatory counter near the door. And at the back, a doorway with a curtain hanging in it; the entrance to the video booths. It was a little bit dark, only two lights were on. And weirdly, the place was empty.

I walked around the store. Saw the big dildos, the vibes, anal plugs. Then on to the bondage gear of handcuffs, cheap bit and ball gags. Standard stuff. Then I looked at the magazine racks...and then went to the movies shelves. And much to my surprise...it was nothing but ZFX and Shockwave movies. Nothing else. I think every movie made by them was present. I looked at the collection for a long time, figuring out what I didn't have and wanted to buy that day.

Sounds came from the door in the back. I looked at the curtain hanging in the door and took a moment to listen to the moans coming from within. Obviously, the booth doors were open and the movie trailers were playing. I licked my lips and felt...compelled to go past the curtain.

I walked to the door and and moved the old, red curtain to the side. Typically there was one hallway that went straight back. Just one light bulb lighting it. I walked slowly down the hall, looking into each booth since the doors were all open. But all the booths had screens that were off, totally black. Except for the last booth, where the moaning was coming from.

I peered in and saw the trailer for ZFX's “Guilty” playing. After a moment, I went inside and pulled the door closed, just like you are supposed to. I clicked the latch so no one would come in. Then I reached into my purse to pull out a quarter but...there was no slot. Just a START button. I pressed it.

The screen went white and then the ZFX/Shockwave logo came up and it looked like it was playing all the trailers for movies they had made. I sat down on the little bench, relieved that the think cushion didn't appear to be sticky. I sat down, leaned back and watched the trailers. They were pretty hot and I started to feel a little...turned on. I smiled a little at myself, but my smile slowly slipped away.

My mouth dropped opened as I realized what I was watching. All of the women in the trailers who were the victims of kidnappings...then being whipped, electrocuted, strangled, bound, gagged and violated...all of those damsels...they were me. I was the victim in all of the trailers!!!

Stunned, I just sat there. Trying to figure out what the hell was going on. Then I screamed loudly when hands grabbed my ankles.

I tried to stand up and pull away, but suddenly all of these smooth, white arms and hands came through the walls and pulled me down. Hard hands and arms pinned my legs to the bench. I tried to pry them loose, but then more arms crossed my torso, pinning my arms to my sides. Impossibly strong hands held my wrists to the wall.

I started screaming for help, my head whipping back and forth, trying to see if anyone was around to hear me. Then a hand placed itself over my forehead and pulled me back against the wall. The video was playing the Robopimp trailer and I could see myself in the role Lisa Kincaid played...sucking on a dildo against my will in the trailer just as it happened to her in the movie.

I was firmly held to the bench and wall by these horrible, alien arms and hands. Again, I started screaming for help. Out of the corner of my eye I saw a hand materialize from the wall and slip over my cheeks, over my little mouth and then pressed down roughly; I was hand gagged.

I screamed into the hand and only heard muffled sounds. I struggled but was held fast. I struggled as I saw myself in the trailers. Eyes rolling back as I was hit with a taser, struggling in bondage, drooling over gags, violated over and over by men, women and tentacles....watching the trailer-version of me be the victim over and over and over...the hands making me watch.

Then I felt the hands creep up and cup my breasts over the sweater. I softly pleaded no into the hand gag. Eyes wide. The hands started to be rougher, then finally mauling my breasts, making me squirm in desperation. Not wanting it at all...but horrified that it felt good.

I screamed no over and over into the hand over my mouth, muffled. Eyes wide in fear. A hand had slipped into my jeans, over my panties and was rubbing me. I begged and begged and begged and pleaded and whimpered as the hands made me wet against my will....

And as the hands worked my body, as I was getting turned on, as I was still struggling, making it that much more erotic for myself despite my fear and wanting to flee...the trailers stopped. The screen went white.

Whimpering, chest heaving against the arms and hands...a face slowly appeared. A pretty, but sadistic face. A model who has played the victim before, but also as the villainess. She smirking at me. Her name came to me: Chandra Sweet.

Her face looked me up and down and arched an eyebrow. She gave me an evil smile as he hands got rougher and I let out a moan that was surprisingly based in pleasure and I hated it. Chandra licked her lips and said, “Give it up, bitch. You know you love it. You know want it. You fucking whore.”

I struggled as she continued, “Oh yeah, bitch. You are a whore, you just don't know it yet. But when you come to the other side and we'll show you. Oh yeah, we'll make you the best whore ever.”

She continued, “But you're still in that world and not ours. So, why don't you come on over. Just say yes to the hand and we'll transport you to our dimension in a flash of light!”

I screamed a no into the hand.

Chandra rolled her eyes, “Fine. Have it your way, bitch.”

A panel opened below the screen. Total blackness inside, no light all. But I could hear a hissing sound coming closer and closer. I whimpered and tried to turn away. And then quicker than I could see, black ribbons shot from the panel.

They started at my feet and wrapped themselves around them. The hands started to disappear as the ribbons went up my legs, wrapping so tightly I could barely stand it.

As they worked their way up, they pulled my body my down to the floor slowly, inch by inch, as the hands gave way to the black ribbons. Soon, my torso was encased and I was sitting on the floor. Without a hand over my mouth, I started to beg.

I begged Chandra to let me go. That I would do anything, that I wouldn't tell anyone, give her money, anything. She simply smirked at me.

I moaned over and over to please let me go as the ribbon wrapped itself around my neck. My pleas were cut off as I was gagged by the ribbons. The ribbons covered my whole head and nose but not my eyes.

I couldn't breathed and tried to tell Chandra. She just shrugged in the screen. My lungs started to burn without oxygen. I panicked and tried to break free. All I managed to do was suck ribbon into my nose. My eyes started to roll up and go unfocused. I tried to concentrate but was failing. And I was slowly being pulled to the open panel. To the blackness inside.

As my mummified body was being pulled in, the last thing I saw and heard was Chandra Sweet laughing and laughing and laughing and then I was pulled into the darkness with one last muffled scream of “Please!”

End Part One

Lace and Wanting (story)

In case you are wondering, I had Unisexi in mind. 

Please listen as you read:

My keys to the gray apartment slid in. Tired from work I walked in. It had been a long night, and it was already 2am by the time I got there. But I got the text from Mistress. When either Sir or Mistress summons me, I have no choice.

I walked into the familiar foyer. Soft light on. I walked in a few steps, looked to the left; the living room was dark. The hall way to the right was dimly lit, neon lights coming in from the city. I saw the red light from one sign blink. I listened to the traffic outside and floors below.

I made my way to my room. All the rooms on the apartment were along one side, the left. There were other rooms along the way; for Sir and Mistress, mine, two others I had never been in and, of course, the last, large room where I served. The room with the camera and the single light.

I walked down, aware of my dirty uniform, the smell of garlic from working the line tonight. I was looking forward to the shower; I needed it.

I stopped at the room before mine; it was open a crack. There was light coming from it. My hand hovered over the knob, wanting to go in, but my training took over. I was never to go anywhere but where I was directed to. My curiosity wanted to know what was in that room. I even stood there, listening. Nothing.

I went to my door, pulled out my key for it and entered. The light was already on. As always, there were the clothes they wanted me to wear on the bed. And the little card with my instructions before entering the last room. I read my instructions, stripped and got the shower in the private bath all nice and hot.

Once clean and dried off, I went back into the bedroom and sat at the mirror. It wasn't often that I was told to wear make-up, but tonight I would. Mistress thoughtfully set everything out for me. I dried my hair and while in my robe, applied the make up.

Heavy eyes for me tonight. Long lashes. Very red lipstick. I looked at myself in the mirror. I don't usually wear make up; I don't have time and my job makes it a moot point. Sometimes, I wonder if this is how Sir and Mistress see me when I am not here. It makes me feel special, for some reason.

I went to the bed. I lightly touched the items and smiled; I can sometimes tell how a session will go by the clothes they want me to wear. Tonight was to be sexy. There would be touching and kissing involved.

It was almost all black lace. I pulled up the panties, very small and thin and I was glad that I keep myself shaved. I put on everything slowly, loving the feel of it, how easily it all slid over my skin. I enjoyed pulling up the hose, so smooth and silky, attaching them to the garter belt. Then I put on the elbow-length, black kid gloves.

And lastly, the black heels. They were not ridiculously high, but enough to definitely make me taller. And ankle clasps as well. I looked myself over in the mirror. Looked at my cell, saw that I still had a few minutes before Sir or Mistress, or both showed up. I left everything behind in the bedroom; the rules.

I enjoyed hearing the heels on the wood floor of the hall. Sharp sounds. The note said I did not have to crawl tonight. And that there would be another note once in the session room. But I walked past that room and stood in front of the hall window.

Looking at Baltimore from a few floors up. The lights, the handful of cars driving up the street. Almost no one out at this time of night. It was quiet, but the lights outside were chaotic. I liked it. I turned to open the door to where I would serve as I always do

A small envelope was taped to the door. I took out the note that I was supposed to read. I did a hard blink. This...has never happened before.

I opened the door and the room was almost pitch black except for the red light of the camera; it was on. Normally, I would come in, see the chair that Sir would sit in. next to the camera that was connected to the laptop to stream for anyone who wanted to watch. There was only one light hanging from the ceiling of the large room, creating a circle of light. Everything happened inside that circle. Sometimes a chair to sit in, almost always a pile of pillows.

But it was dark inside and for the very first time, I flipped the light switch. The single light came on. There was Sir's chair, the laptop, the camera, the pile of pillows in the circle of light and...her.

She was on her knees. Eyes closed. Dressed just like me. Very short, dark hair. And when she opened her eyes, they were so enticingly dark. A red ball gag in her mouth, a collar and chain on her lovely neck. Her hands were cuffed in front of her and places in her lap.

I walked to the camera and placed the note in Sir's chair. As per the note, there was a silver tray in front of pillows and she was in charge of the items on it. I made my way over and stood above her among the pillows.

She looked up at me and I nodded. With her cuffed hands, she took the the heavy leather ankle cuffs and put them on me. As she encircled my other ankle, I couldn't help myself. I ran my fingers through her soft, black hair. She snapped the padlock closed, the chain between cuffs only two inches apart.

She looked up as my fingers played with her hair. My hand slipped down, palm caressing the cheek of her gagged face. She sighed and leaned into my hand, closed her eyes for a moment. Then she looked at me. I had to kneel now.

Once on my knees, she leaned forward to the tray and picked up the collar. I raised my chin and slipped it on. It was wide, heavy with just one ring on it. As she clasped it behind my neck, I could smell a hint of lavender from her. It was so hard, so hard not to touch her...and it was too hard, really. She padlocked the collar.

She leaned back, there was a moment of looking at each other. An easy moment of wanting her. Then she clipped the chain to the ring, a small tug on it to test, and then it became too hard for me.

I reached up and placed a hand on the back of her neck, pulled her in. I closed my eyes and kissed the gag in her mouth. Slowly opened my eyes, still holding her neck and kissed her chin. I felt her cuffed hands on my legs...

I pulled back. Smiling around her gag, she went back to the tray. With both hands, she offered the white ball gag to me. I leaned forward, eyes locked on hers, kissed the ball of the gag as she held it. 

I took it from her and slipped the ball into my little mouth. Past my red lips. Past my teeth. Sighing loudly, loving the feel of my mouth being filled. I pulled the straps behind my head, hard and cruel, making myself gasp and my eyes roll back...the way I like it, the way I liked to be treated.

She was watching me, her breathing getting faster. Eyes a little wider. I did a slow blink, coming back to myself, looking at her, telling her with my eyes that if she wanted to...then yes...and I offered my wrists to her.

She locked the heavy cuffs on. The fur on the inside comfortable to my wrists. The padlocks snicked into place. A certain finality to it.

We looked at each other as we placed out hands on our knees as we knelt there, the leash danging into our laps, cold and refreshing. I sincerely hoped that we would be allowed to play with each other....

In the meantime, we knelt, with our heads bowed, waiting.....