New pics!! 11/8/22

 

NEW PICTURES!!!! 6/13/22

 It's been a little while since I've posted pictures of myself, so here are some new ones!!! Blue, as always, was helpful in taking the pictures. Enjoy!

(Brand new gear!)

Have to make sure my hands won't do anything!

My Butt!

FOR THOSE WHO LIKE SHOES & FEET!

STANDING HELPLESSLY!

HELPLESS ON THE BED!!

ME JUST SMILING....

 

Can you see me?

 (please play before reading)

Wearing black panties, black heels, a black tie loosely knotted on my neck, over my cleavage, no blouse or bra. Hair is pulled back in a bun. Wearing sunglasses. Red lipstick.

Soon, my ankles will be tied together with ropes, as will my knees and thighs. Between my thighs and secured by a crotch rope, and pressing against me on the high setting will be this:

My hands will be cuffed behind me. Metal. Keys are on the table. There will be nipple clamps on my already hard nips, nice and tight. 

In my little mouth, spreading my lips, will be my well-chewed ballgag. Straps so tight on me...crushing my cheeks, ball past my teeth...drooling within minutes...

The hitachi will be pressed on me, making me writhe, moan and whimper..building that tightness in my body, waves of pleasure becoming unbearable, making me beg for the orgasm...only to do it over and over for as many times as I can....

And all the while,doing it front of a window, overlooking downtown Baltimore...not knowing who will see me, watch me be dirty and slutty, being some unknown person's fantasy victim...

(yes, that's my bedroom window)

Starting at 9:15, going as long as I can....and yes...the door is unlocked....

Hopefully, some gentleman demon or vicious villainess will find me....

...mmmppphhh....

Garlic (story by suzyisgagged)

(please play while reading)

 

I walked outside of the restaurant, tired and smelling like garlic. The cool air of the night felt very nice; I had just spend eight hours in a cramped kitchen in high heat. In essence...I was a mess.

My khakis were stained from a million splashes of sauces and oil. My black polo hid a lot of the same wear and tear and underneath...I was hot and desperately wanted to take a shower. I was sure my short, brown hair was matted under the black cap I had to wear as part of the uniform.

I had no make-up on. Just a short woman slowly making her way to her car. Half wanting to sleep and half wanting to go to sleep with someone in my bed. 

But when you look like this for most of the week and the hours I keep, it's hard to find someone. And finding someone who likes the idea of tying said messy girl up and making her do all sorts of bad girl things...well, that's practically impossible.

Even being a submissive for Sir and Mistress...I still have to clean up. I become their doll. When I am summoned to the apartment, there is usually an outfit to be worn...the demand of showering and being made up. 

My phone buzzed. The text message was from Mistress and very simple. I was summoned. I took a deep breath, closed my eyes and exhaled. I was tired, but I always obeyed the summons. Even exhausted, I still got to enjoy the ropes, the gags, the pain and the pleasure when I was allowed it. 

I opened my eyes and walked to the parking garage. I walked up to the third floor where my car was. As I reached the landing, I could hear foot steps coming down from above. It was a bit creepy because the landing had just one flickering light and it was already 1am. I pushed the door open started to step out...

The gloved hand slapped over my mouth. I was too surprised to scream, but it would've been muffled anyway. The hand gagging me was strong and firm. The smell of leather from the glove was over-powering. My head was pulled back, the palm smashing my lips, fingers pressing painfully into my cheeks.

One of my arms was pinned into the small of my back. As my wrist was twisted, I whimpered and stumbled. My other hand was trying to pull the glove off of my face so I could scream for help. I was panicking so I only managed to slap at the hand and arm.

I was dragged back into the flickering landing. Then pressed up against the wall hard enough to shock me. I blinked at the coldness of the wall on my face and too late realized that now both wrists were behind my back.

"No, no, no...please...stop, please, please..."

But I was whimpering it out, no one would hear me. And I gasped as the cold handcuffs were slapped onto my wrists. The clicks were loud as they cinched down, biting into my skin. And a small part of me wanted the glove back over my mouth....

The knot slipped into my little mouth. The gag was a knotted scarf. The know slid pas my teeth and over my tiny, pink tongue. As it was being tied off in the back, the scarf pushed painfully into my cheeks, a prefect cleave gag.

I was spun around and shoved back against the wall. It was all happening too fast for me to react. My polo was jerked out of my pants and up. Showing my very plain bra and stomach. I begged into the gag, sounds muffled and hard to understand. 

A gloved hand reached forward and as I looked down, it ripped the bra right off of me. I let out a squeel of fear and little bit of pain; it hurt getting ripped off. 

The gloves savagely kneaded my breasts. Hard, I knew I would have bruises. My nipples were twisted and I tried to get away, I really did but I kept getting shoved back into the wall.

And then I smelled the perfume: jasmine.

I stopped and actually looked up. Looked at the person attacking me. Hurting me. Wanting me. And it was Mistress. 

She was in all black. Leather jacket, kid gloves, long-sleeved tee, jeans and for once...boots that didn't have heels...

Her blonde hair was up in a ponytail. Blue eyes blazing. Her casual and cruel smile. Red lips that I always want on me so badly.

She came in close to me. One hand still working my breasts, the other pushing my cuffed writs upwards, slowly hurting me.

Snarling in my ear, "You know you want it...right you fucking bitch? Yeah...little sluts like you always want it like this..."

I closed my eyes as she pinched my nipple, a slow and low moan coming from me, "I want to hurt you. I want to mark you. I want you to beg me to stop. I want your tears on your cheeks..."

She pulled her face away from my ear and her cheek slid along mine. She turned her head so she could get under the bill of my cap. I closed my eyes and as my knees grew weak, I started to slip into subspace.

As I felt her skin on my cheek, the smell of her perfume, my mind knew she was right. I did like it. I did want it.  I am her little slut....

She traced the tip of her tongue over my gagged lips. Slipping over, a light touch, just enough to make my lips quiver and want more. Over and over and over as her hand became more gentle with my nipples. Until finally, she slipped her tongue in over the knot and into my small mouth.

I found myself panting. Whimpering. Being greedy. Wanting and wanting and wanting. Her warm tongue flicking around in me, my own pink tongue trapped under the gag, being forced to let her work me over...

She pulled away and I pouted. More. I want more. Let me be your little slut, let me have your tongue, your lips...and my face grew red because I wanted her to take me right there, on that landing...I was so wet...

She reached behind me with a key and undid the cuffs. She gently brought them forward, massaging them. I looked up into her face, the gag still tight in my mouth. And something clicked in my throat. She so beautiful. Always beautiful. 

Perfect red lips. Perfectly made up. Such clear, blue eyes The smell of jasmine. Hair I want to run my hands through for the rest of time. And then there was me...

Stupid, short, little me. In my messy work uniform, no make up, smelling like garlic, always smelling like garlic, and-

She sucked on my fore finger.

Slow and deliberate. She slowly closed her eyes. Her cheeks drawn inward, pressure on my finger, her tongue swirling around and around and around...

She opened her eyes. Slowly, like a cat. Finger still in her mouth, staring right into my eyes, right into me. She went to the net finger. And the next. And the next...

Once done, she undid my gag. Let the scarf fall down. The smile on her face was sweet, not cruel. She whispered, "I do want you helpless. I do want to hurt you and make you cry. I do want to own you..."

She took my cap off, sniffed the bill for a moment, "And I do...love how you smell...how you taste..."

Her kiss was so deep that I almost fainted. I went limp and she caught me. Held me. Tightly against her. Hand in my cap-matted hair as I tried not to cry.

I wasn't going to sleep alone. 

 

Well...got some new gear and...pictures...

As you can see, I got some new stuff!!!

On the stool, there are two red, silk scarves. Great to be tied up with and makes for a nice blindfold! The purple thing is a really intense vibe that you can stick your finger into and be able to move around more easily than some other vibes. And of course...a new bit gag! Smaller...for my small mouth...but far more harder and stricter than my soft leather bit gag!

And here are some brand NEW pictures of me tied up, gagged and blindfolded!

Hope you liked the new pics!

Mmmmmppphhh!!!

The unlocked door....

This is my door...

This is me bound and gagged behind the door...

How a gentleman demon should treat me....

How vicious vixens should treat me...

And how special and sexy that gentleman demon or vicious vixen will make me feel....

So, won't you please find my unlocked door?

Please?  Mmmmmmppphhh.......

 

I Was Gagged Like a Little Slave Under My Facemask!

 (please play while reading)

As promised, I went out and did my errands while gagged under my facemask. The majority of you chose for me to pack my mouth with panties and then use clear tape to keep it in. BTW, wasn't dressed in any specific way: jeans, sneakers and a black, thin fleece with a jacket.

Started off packing my tiny mouth. Stuffed the panties in, then used four pieces of the clear tape to lock the panties in. No way I could make any coherent words, just muffled whimpers, moans and little grunts. My little mouth was very filled!

Put on the facemask and stepped onto the elevator. Not too concerned; they are small and no one wants to pack in with COVID going on. My car wasn't too far away either and there weren't many people out. Pre-COVID, I only used my car a couple times a week, but I use it a lot more now.

Drove to the gas station, gag-hummed to a couple of songs (one was the Weezer cover of Africa). When I got there, I was a little disappointed that no one was there. Baltimore isn't on lockdown, but no one was out on the streets. So, then I went to a store to buy a blouse.

Now, there were some people in the store, not many. A saleswoman said hello, I just waved. But I felt my body flush real quick and it crept up my neck. I don't think my face got red though. It was more out of excitement than fear. I didn't really get too concerned as I picked out blouses and then tried them on. That was when I got the idea that people might've noticed.

When I was in the dressing room, I looked at myself in the mirror. While the facemask covers a lot, my cheeks had noticeable bulges. I got REAL red in the face when I realized that people could see that! I calmed down a little as I tried things on. And I even got distracted at one point, when I just had my bra on top and thought a little bit about playing with my nipples. But I didn't because...well...I think we all know that already being gagged had me wet this whole time, and that if I started with my nipples...I would soon be finger-banging myself in the dressing room....

I did buy one blouse and it was really hard not to blush. I was certain that people would have noticed. But I told myself that they probably didn't know why...but, I'm thinking one of the women there probably figured it out and started telling others after I left, or...and this really does it for me...perhaps I was someone's fantasy victim.

At the grocery store (no, not telling which one), it was the same. There far more people there and I am pretty certain that my cheeks were noticed by more than one person. But for some reason, I felt like it was largely dismissed. Except for a guy in a red hoodie and a thin, asian girl who kind of looked at me longer than other people did. As I was going up and down the aisles, I was fantasizing that they had me in the bathroom, threaten to expose me unless I did what they said...

I got really distracted and I missed some items on my list. And I had gotten fairly wet. Speaking of wet...the panties in my mouth were getting gross and wet from my mouth. I could feel a little bit of seepage of drool into the tape, but not quite drooling over myself like I usually do. :)

I went through the self-checkout with my stuff. Oddly, no one really tried talking to me the whole time. Part of me wanted to get caught, to try and talk and only mmmpphh. Then plead with my eyes and led the person to the bathroom and...persuade them not to. I was just getting wetter and wetter.

On the ride home, I hit a few stoplights. And I couldn't help myself. Pretending the seatbelts were straps binding me, gagged and that I was being taken somewhere after being kidnapped to be a sex slave. At the first couple of lights, I tried rubbing through the jeans. Not really doing anything for me, I was able to shove my hand down a couple times and rub furiously over the blue panties I was wearing. But only for a few seconds at those two lights and that was it.

It took three trips to get the groceries up. And I *really* wanted to cum. I was starting to throb a little and I found myself panting a little. I have no idea if anyone on the street figured out if I was gagged under the facemask or not, I was too distracted too care.

I'm not sure, but I may have whimpered a few times as I put stuff away. I was practically throwing things around to get done. In case you haven't noticed...it's been a little while for me...

My laptop was already on. I grabbed my hitachi vibe, a strap and a pair of handcuffs. Rushed back to the laptop. At this point drool was getting through and it was tickling my chin as it slipped off.

I quickly chose an old, ZFX/Shockwave flick with lesbian bondage in it. I then shoved both jeans and panties down. I sat on the chair, plugged the vibe in and placed it between my thighs and then strapped my thighs together tight with the strap. Found the section in the movie and hit play, turned the vibe to high and cuffed my hands behind me.

It did not take long. I was grunting and moaning, moving by torso back and forth. Pretending I was the submissive girls in the scene, both bound and gagged with one being flogged as she was doing the other with a strap-on...mmmmmmmmmmmmmm....I would love to recreate this scene and change the roles until I pass out...

The orgasm was pretty strong. It felt like shocks, it almost felt like it hurt a little. I know I wailed into the gag, but I'm not sure if my eyes rolled back or not, I was too caught up in the pleasure. And my chin got the drool and so did my fleece.

Once done, I could barely spit out the panties. They were *gross*! Just a wad of drool-soaked cloth at that point. After cleaning up, I actually went back to bed for a couple of hours, lol! I had a nice, dull ache going on, felt sated, peaceful. It was easy to sleep.

So that was my little excursion today while gagged. I had not intended to get myself off, but, well...I guess I'm a bit of a slut that way. :)

BTW, here's the part where I came. See if you can guess the movie!!!

That is it for this little blog entry. Thank you so much for allowing me to be a naughty, nasty, dirty little bondage slut today! Soon...hopefully I will be able to do self-bondage behind an unlocked door, waiting for you gentleman demons and vicious vixens to find me and make me your little slave....

Mmmmmpphh!

Suzy