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...

The Vat of Doom (story)

Being a secretary is hard work. The office work is fine, it's having to deal with that the boss likes to fondle my butt and trying to kiss me all the time. And he's always finding excuses to bend me over his desk for a spanking...being late, mistakes, forgetting things...and the thing is that he makes it up most of the time.

He's a creep. But then again, he fits the mold of the owner of a chemical company; corrupt, always sweaty and lacking any sort of ethics. With all of this rust and slimy stuff dripping down the walls, I guess he wants something nice to look at. At least we both agree on that.

Today, I wore my hair up in a bun with nice, red lipstick on. I had my glasses on today, not that I needed them, but it seems to add a little something for my boss, so hopefully he'll say yes to my day off request tomorrow. I also wore the high-neck, long-sleeved white blouse that he likes. Nice, knee-length, black skirt. And hose, he loves it when I wear hose. And my nice, black heels. I just wished he wasn't such a troll...

It was late when I got out to my car. As I sat in and started it, I remembered the notes I had to transcribe. If I didn't get it done then not only would I get spanked first thing...which I wouldn't mind if it was someone from my little BDSM group...but he would also say no to my day off!

I went up the stairs to the office. When I got to the office door, I stopped. It was kicked in. I slowly walked in. The office was ransacked. Papers everywhere. I saw some movement from the window that overlooked the work floor. I walked up to it and searched the floor. I thought I saw someone moving around the vats. I peered closely and saw a couple people on the catwalk above the vats. They saw me and pointed.

I stepped back. I was scared and figured I should get the hell out. But before I could turn, a beefy arm grabbed me by my waist and pinned my arms to my sides. I opened my mouth to scream but a rag was shoved over my little mouth and nose.

I screamed into the rag and struggled. The rag had a sweet smell to it. I brought my legs up and kicked outward, but he just held me and let me kick. I tried whipping my head back and forth to get away from the rag, but his huge hand kept my head in place.

I moved my shoulders violently and kept screaming. But the sweet smell was overpowering and it was getting a little hard to breathe. And I was starting to get tired. I kept fighting and kept getting weaker. And weaker.

Soon, I was just whimpering. My arms made light slaps against the large arm holding me. I could barely get my legs up. I was so sleepy. It was getting hard to keep my eyes open.

Finally, my body wouldn't respond to my commands. The urge to sleep overwhelming. My eyes rolled back into my head as my body gave up and went limp. Before the swirling darkness took me, I heard a voice...

“We're going to have to get rid of the bitch.”

And then it went black.

When I came to, my head was hanging down. I was confused. How was I upright when my legs were so weak they were bent at the knees?

I groggily lifted up my head. That's when I noticed my arms were upright. Then I noticed a slight throb in my wrists. Looking up further, I saw that my hands were tied with rope at the wrists; hands slightly discolored. I pulled on my wrists and couldn't pull them down. Then as my vision cleared a little, I noticed that my wrists were placed on a hook at the end of a chain.

I started blinking more rapidly as there were the sound of a motor and the chain pulled up, taking my arms with it. As I was pulled up, my arms stretched. Soon, my hands were high above me and I was standing up straight. I looked forward and realized I was on the edge of the catwalk, right over the work floor. My eyes went down and saw the vat of green acid bubbling below me.

My eyes went wide and I screamed for help and started to move backwards. That's when I discovered two more things about my predicament. First, my legs wouldn't move because they were also bound with rope at my knees and ankles. Second, my scream was severely muffled. I was gagged.

They took no chances with anyone hearing me cry for help. The gag was pretty effective. My mouth was packed with a sponge. It filled my mouth and cheeks. I couldn't even close my tiny mouth! And to hold it in was tape, and a lot of it! It was wrapped around my head several times. I could feel it smashing my cheeks. All I could do was moan, whimper and beg...and no one outside would be able to hear any of that....

Two thugs appeared on either side of me. One of them pulled me back from the lip of the catwalk as the other stood in front of me. They were wearing black tactical suits and balaclavas. Both were very large and tall men...but then again, everyone is bigger and taller than me.

The one in front of me grabbed my chin and lifted my face up, “If you had just driven away, we wouldn't have to do this to you. But no, you had to come back. And now you have to disappear.”

His hand dropped down and he fondled one of my breasts, he laughed when I tired to jerk away, “Too late for that honey, far, far too late...”

He sighed sadly, “I actually really don't want to do this. But...we don't have the time to give you a proper send off, I'm afraid.”

He stepped away and motioned to the other thug, He had walked back to the crane controls and was waiting for the go ahead. Now that he had it, he flipped a switch and I started to slowly rise again.

There was a strain on my arms as my body was lifted off of the cat walk. The chain slowly clinked upwards. Until finally, my bound, heeled feet lifted off the grate of the catwalk. For a moment, I felt as if I was floating but then the chain jerked to a stop. I started to slowly twist in a circle.

I heard the thug throw another switch and push a lever. The crane started moving me forward, to the edge of the catwalk. Slowly turning, I saw the thug who groped me and pleaded with my eyes. He shook his head and then I was clear of the catwalk.

For just a moment, I hung there. Twisting. Then I looked down. The boiling vat of green acid a mere twenty feet below me. I screamed for help as my eyes grew wide. I struggled on the chain. And then the crane made another noise, and I was being lowered. Lowered into a painful and slow death.

I bucked my hips. Twisted my body. Looking desperately upwards, trying to get my fingers to the knot on my wrists. Not working and starting to panic. Whimpering the whole time. Massively struggling as the my descent continued.

I kept lifting my legs, as if I could prevent my oncoming death by just keeping them up. But I couldn't and my bound legs kept jerking back down. I stopped thrashing for a moment as I felt my heels start to slide off.

I was horribly transfixed as I looked down at my feet. The heels slowly sliding off. Coming off of my heels, leaving the soles of my feet. Dangling by my toes. I tried to move my toes up in an absurd attempt to keep my heels, but they fell off.

The both dropped into the acid at the same time. I watched them without blinking. Watching them dissolve. Bubbling, watching the acid peel away the leather, causing it to blister until finally, the last of the heel slipped under, causing a small bubble to rise and burst.

I screamed into the gag again. And as I was lowered down, I caught the eye of the one thug who molested me. I begged him with my eyes. I screamed into the gag. Hoping that he would hear me and understand me.

Through the gag, I promised him and his friend my body. I would fuck them both. Suck their cocks like they were the tastiest things on earth, I would swallow all they had to give me. I would let them tie me up, spank me, whip me, never to be free again, but allowed to live to be their slave, their fuck-slut, their bondage-whore forever...I would fuck them and fuck them and fuck them sooo goooood...just please, please, please don't kill me...

Soon, I realized how much I was looking up. When I looked down, I was mere inches away from my death. I screamed and screamed. I could feel the heat of the vat on my feet. A slight sting of acid as a bubble burst and sent a little bit on to my feet.

My eyes wide and getting wider, I let out one final scream. A final, gagged, PLEASE to the thug above. My eyes crossed and my head fell forward one last time as I fainted. The last thing I was aware of was my hands spasming in one last attempt to get free....

I came to in the back of a car. A limo. I blinked. I let out a please sigh as a hand was caressing my breast, lightly pinching my nipple. My unfocused eyes half-opened, staring at the ceiling of the car; I was with someone from my weekly BDSM group. And then I remembered.

I jerked forward. My breasts spilling out from my unbuttoned blouse. I discovered that my hands were handcuffed behind me. My ankles cuffed as well. A hard ballgag in my mouth.

I struggled in the backseat. My glasses fell off, a stand of brown hair in my face. A hand grabbed my neck and shoved me back. It squeezed my throat tight, making me gasp for air. I became compliant real quick. My eyes looked to the side.

A woman with short, black hair, blue, feline eyes smiling at me. Dressed in black catsuit. She squeezed harder and I couldn't breathe at all. Her smile turned cruel. As my lungs started to burn she started to talk to me.

“You were to cute to kill. But, you saw too much. So. You have to make a choice. I can strangle right now and toss your body out the door without stopping. Or you can be our little slut for our use for the rest of your life. Blink your eyes once if you want to be a slut for us.”

I blinked. Ears roaring and hard to see from lack of oxygen. She let go and my head jerked froward again for air. After taking in air for a few moments, I felt her hand resume fondling me again. Her other hand going up my skirt.

Her fingers at my top of my hose, pulling it down, “You will never be free again. No one will ever see you again. You will be in bondage and cages quite often. I hope you like gags. You will serve us sexually whenever we want, wherever we want. We own you now.”

Fingers now at my panties and pulling at them, her other arm now around my shoulders, and I wondered why I was so wet, “But...in exchange...the money from our crimes...will give you everything else you want.”

My owner kissed the gag in my mouth. And I offered her my body by pushing my chest into her and taking her fingers into my wet pussy.

Being a sex slave and pampered for the rest of my life seems like a good thing compared to being a secretary to a sweaty pervert.... 

Today's alley walk (11/13/17)

So, here's the picture of the alley I was in today..

Wore a thin, white, high-necked sweater under a black, mid-length wool coat. Black jeans tucked into brown, thigh-high boots/ Had my hair down today and wore sunglasses.

When I did the walk, I gagged myself with a well-chewed, red ball gag. Then I handcuffed my hands behind me. I walked up and down the alley three times. On the last trip I paused and leaned against the farthest yellow ole on the left for a few minutes.

I struggled and begged for help into the gag. As if a van was going to pull up and take me away forever...as if I were to be put into the backseat of a car, blindfolded and sold into sexual slavery...

Sadly... it didn't happen....

My wish for Halloween...

A very short pre-Halloween video...

It's me...and yes...you can spank me later after wasting your time with this....

Hand-smothered

Found this little gem...Blue hand smothers me!

The New, Unlocked Door You Now Have to Find

So, this is the new, unlocked door you have to find!

A little description of the new place. Still in Baltimore, still in the same neighborhood, but totally new building!!! There are a lot of blind corners in the hallways, and multiple staircases. The building is old, but renovated....still has that 40'-50's décor to it, very much a noir feeling to it.

The apartment itself is a bit smaller, but a more functional layout. Has great, high ceilings and the rooms are large (has a great kitchen!) and up to date. Sadly, no balcony. I am on the upper half of the building and on a corner (only hints you get right now).

The cool thing is that from where I took the picture, is the kitchen. That means if you were to find me, it will be easier for you to drink the wine or whiskey I may have out for you. BTW, the door on the inside is the full bath.

Now, all I have to do is unpack my gear and start binding and gagging myself while watching an old ZFX flick!!!

Didn't get kidnapped at Otakon....

Sigh....I wasn't “kidnapped” at Otakon this year....sniff....

I did have fun though. Found some stuff like this that I really wanted to buy...

The new venue is really large and interesting. A lot of little nooks to get pulled into and molested in....

Mebbe next year.

Otakon Kidnap Suzy Opportunity!

So, it's that time of year: the Otakon Kidnap Suzy Opportunity!

For those of you who don't know, Otakon is anime convention that I go to every year where you have a decent chance of finding me and “kidnapping” me. I give clues as to what I am wearing each day and a specific phrase and answer code to make sure you have the right person. The reason why you have a better chance than most other kidnap opportunities is that I will be in a fixed location for a long period of time: the convention center.

By “kidnapping”, I mean that you get to buy me Pocky at the con and later, dinner and drink. :D And perhaps a few pics if we hit it off. To date, no one has ever “kidnapped” me. But there have been a couple close calls.

This year, the dates will be August 11 thru August 13. Normally, I add the Thursday date in, but this year, I need August 10 to get settled in as Otakon has moved from Baltimore to Washington DC. It will be held at the Walter E. Washington Convention Center. So, I need that day to get into my hotel room and the lay of the land. OK, so here are the details:

If you think you have found me, then you MUST ask me the following question: “Do you think Lupin would like a french cabernet franc or a good, smoky bourbon?” It HAS to be exactly that phrase.

The answer you MUST get back is “I think Lupin would like a cabernet franc aged inside of a french oak barrel that was originally used for aging bourbon.” If you do NOT get that EXACT answer, then the person is NOT me!!!!

But if you get that response, then it IS me! And as I said before, you get to buy me pocky. And at some point during the con, you get to buy me dinner in Chinatown and then a drink over Dignitaries!!

Ok, here is the day-by-day outfits:

Friday – An aviatrix outfit from the 1930's with steam punk goggles and no hood. Hair will be slicked straight back, and most importantly, my silver ankh will be worn as a choker on my neck. Here's a picture to give you an idea:

Saturday – Asian policewoman uniform. The silver ankh will be be hanging off of my left wrist. Here's almost exactly what the uniform looks like (yes, will be wearing the hat):

Sunday – A very simple, dark blue, high collared, short ao dai, a dragonfly clip in my hair, and wearing open sandals so you can see my feet. My silver ankh will be on a silver necklace. Here's a pic close to what I will be wearing:

So, that is what I will be looking like on those three days. The first two outfits are on loan to me from a costume designer friend, but the ao dai is mine.

Ok, I am sure I will write something more between now and then. But now you have all the details you need to “kidnap” me at Otakon!!!

BTW, wrote all of this handcuffed and ball gagged....I drooled all over my tee again....mmmpphh!

Well...crap.

So, the other day, I asked you all to vote on either sexy bondage or damsel in distress bondage. The idea was to get some pictures and video taken, first new stuff in some time...but...it didn't pan out...

I was going for the DiD look, like a secretary in the wrong place at the wrong time kind of thing.

Sigh. Perhaps next time.... Anyway, saw this little gem while checking out antique stores today.

Yup, the real deal. So, if you have a gas mask fetish and want something vintage, there you go!

On My Knees (very short story)

(press play before reading)

You have me kneeling before you. Knees resting on a small, violet pillow, hands behind me in such lovely and heavy leather cuffs, padlocked in.

You picked out what you wanted me to wear. Black heels, black hose held up to a lace garter belt, black lace panties and bra...an open, silk blouse, short. My ankh cameo on a black ribbon for my neck and long, black kid gloves up to my elbows.

I walked out to you, as you sat in your very lonely chair. Slowly. Hands behind my back, wrists crossed. When I go to you, you made a motion, and I turned in a circle until you held up your hand for me to stop. You snapped your fingers and I obediently knelt on the pillow before you.

You leaned forward and gazed at me; my head bent forward, eyes down, as you like it. That's when you put the heavy cuffs on me, comforting pressure on my wrists, the finality of the padlocks clicking shut. You sat back down in the only chair of this empty room.

You snapped your fingers twice; the order to look up. You pulled out a ball gag from your pocket. My favorite one. The red, well-chewed one. You held it with one hand as you leaned forward. And then I just couldn't help myself...

I leaned forward and up, catching you by surprise; you froze. My small, pink tongue flicked out and I gently and slowly licked your chin. Smiling, I sat back on my heels.

Your empty hand lashed out and grabbed my hair. You pulled it, making my head turn to the side and you brought me up to your face. You made me gasp, rolled my eyes back and closed them, and the pain...oh, the pain was so *delicious*...

You held me there, by my hair, both of us breathing heavily. I opened my eyes and and looked at you hungrily. I licked my red lips before whispering to you.

“Wreck me.”

Kidnap Opportunity and Alley Walk Earlier Today (4/24/17)

Sadly...I wasn't “kidnapped” to get a Thai dinner. So sad....

But, I was able to do an alley walk!! For those of you who don't know what that is, I basically find an alley in Baltimore, put on cuffs and a gag and walk up down an alley a few times...will I be discovered? Am I being watched? All of that does it for me...

So, from the Fetlife post, here is what I wore today:

jeans, black converse sneakers with black socks (cross bones on them), a Misfits tee and a pea coat. Just had my hair cut, but will be wearing a white head band. Also, a choker with my silver ankh on it. I'll be wearing a black backpack.

And here is what I brought with me:

 inside my back pack, will be a pair of quick-release handcuffs, my soft bit gag and a large, black ball gag. And there will be a pair of sunglasses that I will be wearing for the alley walk

And here is the picture of the alley I was in today (4/25/17):

I hung out under the fire escape for a little while. Hand cuffed behind me. Big, black ball gag in my tiny mouth. Struggling, wondering if someone would find me...

Hoping that someone would. A man or woman just passing by, seeing me trying to get free and as they approach me, I would beg for help while gagged. Only to my horror and excitement...they would reach under my tee and fondle my breasts as I try to make gagged pleas for help...and then turn my red face away as my jeans are pulled down...seeing that I shave down there...kneeling down as they pull my clothes to my ankles...licking me, fingering me...me whimpering for it to stop, even as I move my hips, even as I get wetter, even as I scream no into the gag, my mind is begging for an orgasm....

But, that also didn't happen. Sigh...

Perhaps next time....

...mmmppphhh...

(wrote this naked and in a bit gag)

A little vacation for me...

So, had a nice time. Had a nice stay on an island in Virginia with some friends. Hung out, drank some wine. Did some hiking, which I haven't done in some time. The weather wasn't that great for the most part...but, someone else did the cooking (nice change of pace).

(I took this picture)

I even got to try some new wine...

Not a bad bottle.

And I came across this little scene in a gift shop...

(I took this one)

But the highlight was helping out on a demo. I got to wear some gags, collars, was paraded around on a leash...

Always fun! But nice to be back. Taking Monday off to relax. BTW, saw the trailer for this:

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mo3A0whi0tI

I've always wanted to try this.....

The Awful Gag (story)

Mistress had me in the room, sitting in a chair under a circle of light from one light bulb. She dressed me up earlier in black lace bra and panties and heels in another part of the large apartment. She placed a collar on my neck with a leash and placed a bit gag in my mouth.

She had me crawl around her on all fours from room to room. In each room, we would stop and she would handcuff me and then rub my panties, making sure they I was nice and wet. She wanted my panties to be soaked. By the time we got to the last room, I was allowed to walk in.

I was surprised to see a naked man in a hood and heavy leather gag lashed to a chair with belts. As we walked in, he heard our heels clicking on the floor. Instantly, he go hard as he listened to us approach.

Mistress, in a latex body suit, stopped me in front of him. As I stood there, she worked my soaked panties down my legs. At her command, I stepped out of the panties, feeling the cool air. Mistress gave me her wicked smile as she tossed back her blond hair. Blue, feline eyes...so lovely and evil.

She checked the feed, the red light from the camera turned on. Within moments, the feed went to thousands out on the internet. and came back and ordered me to wave to the camera and give a gagged “hello” to the internet audience.

Mistress went to the bound and gagged man in the chair. She took my panties and placed them softly on the head of his penis. He moaned and tired to beg. Mistress just laughed. That's when I was ordered to the other chair.

As the man moaned into his gag, Mistress placed a hitachi between my legs and ordered me to close them. She proceeded to belt my legs up. Next, my hands were cuffed behind me and more belts were used above and below my breasts. I was still gagged, but she placed a black scarf over my shoulder. She reached down and turned the hitachi on the lowest setting.

I moaned around the bit gag. Eyes slowly closed and open. The vibe constant and massaging my already, very wet crotch. I slowly writhed in the chair, looking at the camera, knowing that all those people were watching me...and it made me feel so good and slutty.

Mistress commanded me to look at her male slave. She was kneeling down in front, angled so that the camera could see everything going on between the three of us. Giggling, she grabbed my wet panties and started to stroke him.

He fought against the belts, but not to get away. He was trying to buck his hips as Mistress took my panties and rubbed them up and down, swirling over his swollen head. His hooded head was moving from side to side as his pleas grew louder. I wonder how long she had been teasing him. It may have been weeks since he was allowed to cum...

Suddenly, he screamed into his gag and his body moved as if being electrocuted. His screams faded into moans. His moans into whimpers as his penis moved up and down with the force of his orgasm. Mistress caught his cum with my panties.

She stood up and walked to the camera. His head hung down in exhaustion. I could almost her him whimpering still. She opened up my panties to the camera and showed the audience the cum inside.

She stood behind me and with one hand, undid the bit gag. A small amount of drool escaped me and as I looked down, that's when she surprised me.

I saw her gloved hand appear in front of my face and I saw my panties for just a moment. I could see his sperm pooled and congealing in my panties. Then, she pinched my nose and my tiny mouth opened up automatically.

Mistress shoved the panties in my mouth. At first, I was too surprised to do anything and then I tried to spit it out. She held it in with one hand. Outraged, I yelled into the hand gag and got her laughter.

She quickly took the scarf on my shoulder and gagged me. She pulled the scarf into my small mouth and pulled as tight as she could, jerking my head back. The scarf cut into the corners of my mouth and into my cheeks. Finally, she knotted the gag behind my head tightly. The soiled panties well past my teeth and on my tongue.

She walked away to the camera and pulled out another black scarf. This one went over my already gagged mouth. And again, she made extra effort to make it as tight as possible. My cheeks were mashed underneath it, lips flattened and as hard as I could try to....not taste the the awful panties in my mouth.

Mistress leaned over me from behind, her mouth right to my ear. She told me that the panties needed to be cleaned now. I was to suck all of his cum out. As well as my own wetness. She pinched my nose to get me started.

All I could taste was saltiness and muskiness. Mistress then turned the vibe on high, causing me to jerk around within my belt bonds. Sucking on those awful panties.

But I could see the screen of the laptop and the comments on the feed. And as my body squirmed to the vibe. As I knew that so many were watching me being degraded like this. As I knew that it turned me on even more and that would be having screaming orgasms as a result while the bound man next to me begged Mistress to let him cum or fuck me. As I read all the comments come in calling me a whore, a slut, a cum dumpster, how they would fuck me, choke me while they fucked me, lick me, kiss me, hurt me, rape me...

I still could taste his cum and my own juices and sucked harder on my own panties while I came over and over and over....

Diane Lane Fixation

I've always had a crush on Diane Lane. Rarely, though, has it been through a BDSM lens.

I even own "Ladies and Gentlemen, the Fabulous Stains": https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=oEjRg22yFBE  And yes, that is Laura Dern in there, too!

Anyway...so, staying up late after work, just relaxing, decided to watch Judge Dredd, the Sylvester Stallone one.  And the thing is, I've seen this oldie before, but....suddenly, there was Diane Lane, in a Judge uniform.

And, I suddenly wanted to be on my knees, licking Mistress Lane's boots with my tiny, pink tongue.

For awhile now, the image has been on my mind, distracting me. Me, a new prostitute on the streets, and getting arrested by her. She cuffs me, lashes me to her bike and takes me away...but not the precinct house...but her apartment. She drags me by my arm into her place and throws me to the floor. She's very stern as she takes her helmet off and tells me that she is going to get more comfortable.

Next thing I know, she comes back, looking like a goddess. She shoves a ballgag into my mouth and grabs me by my hair and pulls me up to my knees.

Holding me by my hair, she slaps my face. Asking me if I'm a slut, do I want to be fucked like a whore, how and do I need it, do I want ot be a sex slave, do I want to be her slave...she slaps me quickly and while I'm too confused and getting mixed up too answer her...I am getting so wet... So, finally, she lets go of me and makes me kneel there, waiting for to decided on something...  

Finally, she changes my gag to a dildo gag. She lays back and beckons me, calling me "fuck-face" and "slut"...she promises me that if I make her cum...I can stay here, locked in this apartment, to be her toy....

And of course, we all know just hard I would to be her toy and slave...

So, this has been distracting me for a couple of days now. No matter how much bondage I put myself in, no matter how tight I make the gag, no matter how many times I use the hitachi and cum so hard that I'm screaming and begging for her with drool cascading down my chin...I still think about being dominated by Diane Lane.

I can dream......

Today's Kidnap Opportunity & Alley Walk

So, earlier today on Fetlife, I put up a kidnap opportunity and possible alley walk.

For those of you who don't know what those things are, a kidnap opportunity is when I announce where I am going to be and what I am wearing, and give you a pass code so you might be able to find me and “kidnap” me...which usually means taking me out for a drink or a bite to eat and hanging out. An alley walk is when I do bondage outside, normally gagged and cuffed in an alley where I could be found as I walk up and down the alley. I did both today.

Here's what I was wearing as described on Fetlife: Here's what I am wearing: jeans, black Converse sneakers, white blouse, black Marmot jacket and wearing a choker with my ankh on it (easily seen).

I went down to the Block (red light district in Baltimore) to see if I could get some gear I was looking for. I didn't find it. :( But as I walked around to a couple of the stores...I decided to watch a little bit of some dirty movies. So, once inside the booth and got all set up...in went the ballgag and on went the quick-release cuffs. All alone in the dark, cramped booth, watching a dirty movie...not knowing if someone would open the door and find me...

But no one did. And after about ten minutes or so, I went back home.

On the way back, I did an alley walk. Here's the alley I walked in...

It was a longer alley than I normally do, and it had a side alley that I didn't know was there. I took the picture, stepped in a few feet, turned to see if anyone was watching and put on my gag and cuffed my hands behind me.

The fantasy, of course, was that I was being watched and that a van would pull up and I would be grabbed, struggling and screaming into the gag as I was hauled in. Or, one or two persons would sneak up behind me, throw me against the brick, faced pressed into the wall as my pants are pulled down and my face growing red as my attacker jam a finger into me and sees how wet I am....

As I walked up and down the alley, I noticed a lot of doors. What if one of these doors opened up and I was grabbed? And once inside, discovered that the building was a secret dungeon and that I was going to be a bondage plaything for the rest of my life......

Sadly, none of those things happened...

So once inside my apartment, I left the door unlocked as always. Pulled down my pants, tied the hitachi to my thigh, gagged myself and cuffed my hands behind me. I leaned on the wall of my bedroom, pretending that I was still in the alley, being pressed to the wall and molested...I drooled so much...and I came pretty hard, moaning “help” and “please,stop” over and over....

So, here I am, writing this, glass of wine beside me at my desk. I'm wearing a brown, night robe, nothing underneath. I think I will be putting on some nipple clamps in a moment. The hitachi is already tied to a thigh, my mouth will be gagged again with wrists cuffed behind me and a dirty, bondage movie playing on the lap top...and the door will be unlocked....