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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)
