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....

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.......

 

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

(please play while you read)

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.....

For NJKidnapper, Ginary and Unisexi

(press play before reading)

I hope you all are having a great time at FetCon! I'm here, in my apartment, doing my usual, naughty things. And tonight is movie night, so....

At the moment, I am wearing just a red, pj top. A collar with a single ring on it. Yes, a leash is attached to it. Possibly for later...

My ankles are bound in a belt tie. Two belts firmly cinching my thighs right up against my hitachi vibe. There is another, wider black belt around my torso and under my chest. I have just enough room to squeeze my arms in. And once I do that, on go the metal cuffs with my wrists behind me.

Before I do that, I have to gag myself, of course. I have a small mouth, but...I'm going for endurance tonight, so to make it a little tougher for me, I'm using my big, black ball gag. Stretch my mouth out. Will most definitely be drooling within minutes, and my jaw will probably be sore tomorrow...but I do like my gags, so its worth it!

But before I do any of that, I have to start the movie. I will be placing myself on the couch this evening. Then the gag goes into my tiny mouth. Then on goes the hitachi. Then I cuff myself for the rest of the movie and pretend I'm one of the characters.

Tonight's movie is an oldie but a goodie. Not one of my usual ZFX flicks. It will be “Ivy Manor 2”.

The movie is about an hour long, so I'm thinking possibly 3 orgasms? We'll see. One of my favorites.

As always, the door will be unlocked. If some gentleman demon or vicious vixen were to come in, they could pour themselves a glass of wine (merlot called Velvet Devil, pretty decent) and watch me writhe and moan my way through the movie. Or they could untie my legs and take me out for a walk on the leash.....

And if no one shows up while I'm having my little fun...perhaps I'll untie my legs after the movie is over. Put my arms back into the belt, re-cuff myself and take a late night elevator trip to the basement to the gym and back, walk up and down the hall in my bare feet....

Yes, that is my floor's hallway. A clue to where I live!!! (cue dramatic music)

Alright, it's 2:08 and it's time for me to get started. Gagged kissed to everyone!

Mmmmmmmppphhhh!

Return to the Room (story) by suzyisgagged

(please play while reading)

I had been away from the room for too long...

I missed getting the commands to appear at the quiet apartment in downtown Baltimore. I missed using my key to come into a silent place, missed walking on the hardwood floors. I missed going to the bedroom, to find the clothes I would wear for the planned sessions. But work is work, and even Mistress and Sir understood that.

Earlier in the day, I felt the need. I felt a longing. And I had the time. And for once, it was I who made the proper texts. Telling Sir and Mistress that I would be there in the evening. If they wanted to come. If they still wanted me.

Much later, I found myself at the door. My key slid in and worked perfectly. I walked in and stood for a moment in the main hallway, looking to the left; the main room and kitchen with its sparse furniture. To the right, the long hallway with several doors, of which only two were ever available to me.

The click of my heels on the floor echoed. The white and grays of the walls and doors very simple. Very spartan. The bedroom door was open. I walked in and saw the large bed. A note and what I was to wear laying on it.

I took off my work clothes. I went to the shower adjacent to the bedroom. After cleaning off the day, I set about to make myself up. Then, once ready, I went to the bed to put on my clothes for the session.

The collar went on first. Wide, black leather, constraining and comforting on my neck. The single, silver ring gleaming. I flicked at it and listened to the clink of metal. I smiled. This was Mistress's wish for me to wear.

I was given just one piece of clothing; one of Sir's white shirts. The sleeves rolled up just enough. I slipped it on and buttoned it up, leaving the last quarter undone, the collar of the shirt wide open. I used the white silk strip in my short hair as a headband, tying it into a small bow on top. Sir's desire for me tonight.

No heels for me. No hose, no garters, nothing but bare legs. The red lipstick left for me. The dark eye shadow and mascara. My feet somewhat cold on the bare, wood floor.

I read the note. The simple commands.

I got on my hands and knees and crawled out of the bedroom. I turned left and slowly went down the hallway, the only light coming from other buildings through the one window; a pulsing red from across and above.

I crawled to the only other open door in the hallway. The room. The room I always went to. The room I so desperately missed. I crawled inside, feeling excited and calm at seeing the familiar sights.

The single bulb in the center of the room, hanging down, creating a circle of light. Inside the circle were the pillows, arranged in the most comfortable mound on the hardwood floor. Just like always.

I crawled towards the light. Past Sir's chair. Next to the camera, hooked up to a lap top. I looked up as I slinked past the empty chair; the camera's red light already on. Already streaming to an audience. Just for a moment, I glanced at the screen on the lap top and saw the men and women who loved to watch me suffer, to be submissive, to enjoy my pleasure and my pain...all of them logging on. I crawled away.

Knowing that so many were watching me. Watching me crawl back to the room, to the pillows, to Sir and Mistress...and to them. Happy. Feeling happy to be back to them. To offer myself up again. All those unknown viewers I know so well.

I made it to the pillows. In the center were two items I was instructed to put on for the camera, for the audience. I raised up and sat back on my knees, looking right at the camera. I blew everyone a small kiss and let out a very brief, small smile for them.

I reached down to the first item. The black ball gag. I lifted it up by the straps, pulled them tight. I regarded it for a moment, and gave it a kiss, lingering, tasting it. Looking directly into the camera, I pulled the ball into my little mouth.

A slow pull. The ball going past my teeth. I pulled the straps back, behind me. Slipped one end through the clasp. I paused and then viciously pulled it tight. I let out a small noise and my eyes slid shut in pleasure.

They opened only when I cinched the clasp and buckle. The leather straps pulling into the corners of my tiny mouth. I traced a finger from my lower lip, over my chin, under it, stopping just under my neck.

I glanced down and saw the leather cuffs. Fur-lined. Pad locks next to each one. I placed one on my wrist. Slid the pad lock on and locked it with a satisfying click. I drew my wrists behind me. Locked in my other wrist.

Still looking at the camera, I brought my bound wrists to one side and up. Turned slightly. Wanting to show them, all of them, that I was helpless.

As per the commands, I slowly lowered myself onto the pillows. I lay down on my side, facing the camera...always facing the camera. I sighed, body inside the crisp, white shirt, breasts visible, but not exposed. Lips framing my gag. I let out a nice, satisfied noise...

Within moments, Sir walked in. Wearing one of his shirts, black tie and slacks, Italian shoes softly making noises as he walked in. He stopped at the chair, put his hand on it, regarding me, looking dark, stylish and perfect. The quintessential gentleman demon.

Mistress came in. Looking severe as always. Lovely boots that I have licked in submission, clicking on the floor. Knee-length, latex skirt framing her legs. A short-sleeved blouse, buttoned all the way up. Her lovely, blonde hair flowing down her shoulders, blue cat-eyes to get lost in and that evil and delicious smile....

Together, they walked to me, the camera capturing them. Then capturing us, showing the three of us to an audience of so many. Mistress and Sir looking down at me. Silent. Approving. Stern. Waiting.

I turned my torso so I looked up at them. Wrists bound in heavy leather behind me. Bare legs still to the side. Offering my body. Letting Sir, Mistress and the audience know. Know that I still wanted them. Always wanted them...

As I looked into Sir and Mistress's heartbreakingly lovely faces, I slowly nodded my chin upwards at them, my eyes not letting them look away, giving them the one, silent command that really mattered with a slow blink of my eyes....

I need you. I love you. Drown me in pleasure. Do it. Now.

And they obeyed.

It is almost that time again; Suzy Kidnap Opportunity at Otakon!!

Otakon ( www.otakon.com )

When – 7/26 to 7/28

Where – Walter E. Washington Convention Center, Washington DC

For those of you who are new to this game, a Suzy Kidnap Opportunity is when you have an actual, real chance to “kidnap” me! You will be given a specific, large-area location in which to find me where I will be during certain times. In this case, a convention center over three days!

To successfully “kidnap” me, you have to find me, give the right code phrase and get the right answer (to make sure you have the right girl). If that happens, you've “kidnapped” me!!!

Now, here's what “kidnapping” actually means. For the rest of Otakon, you become my date. You go with me everywhere I go in the convention and buy me Pocky and soda. Also, depending on when we leave the building that day; you get to take me to dinner (nothing TOO outrageous and in Chinatown) or take me to a bar for a couple of drinks, hang out and the meet up the next day. And if we happen to like each other enough...well, there will be some of my gear back at the hotel room....

And yes...both men and women can play; I'm bi, so I don't care what sex you are, honestly.

You get clues. Mostly, I will tell you in a post right before the convention what I am wearing each day. I will be cos-playing, so 2 out of the 3 days there, I will be in a costume. The other day, I will dress up in something formal. You will get a complete description for each day. However, one thing I ALWAYS wear at Otakon is a small, silver ankh off my left wrist. Some day I will reveal the reason why.

But, every year, I let you all vote for one of my cos-play outfits. Majority vote wins and I reveal the outfits a week before Otakon! You can leave your vote here or at my email: suzylikestheropes@hotmail.com . Ok, here are your choices:

Kastsuragi Misato from Evangelion

Shino Kuribayashi from Gate

Chane Laforet from Baccano

So vote for your favorite (and only these that are listed) and majority vote wins!!

Next time I write about this Suzy Kidnap Opportunity, will be a week before the con!

Oh...and I wrote this with my hands in handcuffs and a red ball gag in my mouth...and I just drooled on my tee shirt....

...mmmmmppphhh.....

Of Hoods, Gags, Cuffs, Anal Sex and Strangling (a story)

The following is a story I had written for the Breath Play site. It is the first of about six or seven stories over there that I will bring over to the blog. Hope you like them!!!

(please play while reading)

Mistress has me bent over her bench. She has already cut away clothes, I am totally naked. I am almost too short for the bench, I'm up on my toes. She has my ankles cuffed, of course.

I look down at my hands, cold metal cuffs on my wrists and threaded through an eye-hook on the table. I try to pull my hands towards me; just a clink of metal. I look up and see my face in the mirror on the other side of the bench.

Mistress has me in a hood tonight. A cloth hood with eyelets so I can see. There's a hole for my mouth, but all you can really see are the lips around the gag. A plastic tube gag is stretching my little mouth. The tube itself has a plug in it, muffling me.

I move my hips around slowly. Mistress put a vibrating egg in me. It's on a low setting. Just enough to tease, but not enough to let me cum. But I still try to...

I hear her boots on the cement floor. She stops behind me and caresses my bottom with a gloved hand. She reaches down and gasp as she flips the egg's control to the highest setting. I squeal in delight as she smacks my ass cheek.

She places one hand on the small of my back. My eyes shoot wide open as I feel the tip of her strap-on right on my the entrance to my small butt hole. For a moment, it presses against me...before slowly entering me.

My head falls forward as I let out a very low, gagged moan. My head falls to the bench and I almost pass out. It's not painful...it's just that I am so small there and the strap-on is so big inside of me...and it feels like my whole body is being impaled...I can barely take it.

Mistress grabs my hips with both hands and starts to move. She is slow. I find myself also slowly moving, shaking m head back and forth, that same, very low moan coming from me non-stop. I can feel it and the egg at the same time, almost as if they were rubbing together....

Encouraged, Mistress moves faster. Pumps me a bit harder. Firmly grasping my hips, thrusting in, flesh slapping. She's starting to bang me into the bench. Then I hear myself, and I am embarrassed.

I'm grunting. Like an animal. Uhn. Uhn. Uhn. A low and guttural sound. I can't stop. And I don't really want to, or more to the point, I don't want Mistress to stop. I keep grunting like a pig and Mistress calls me a dirty whore and I think that I am and that she needs to start fucking me like one. Uhn. Uhn. Uhn. I'm a whore, Mistress. Uhn. Uhn. Uhn. Fuck me, oh please, please fuck me like a whore. Uhn. Uhn. Uhn.

I barely notice that she places a belt around my neck. Her hands leave my hips and hold the belt. Pulling m head back. I'm forced to see myself in the mirror. Eyes half-lidded as she fucks my bottom and the egg vibrates madly inside of me.

She pulls the belt with both hands. It gets tighter on my neck. And it feels so delicious...my grunting comes out faster and faster. It's getting harder to breathe. But still she fucks me and still I grunt for her.

She pulls on the belt tighter and there's almost no air getting to my lungs. For a moment, I am silent. My cuffed hands open and closing. My grunts turn into a new noise. My voice goes up in pitch. I'm no longer grunting, just making a new, strangled noise: hnnnk, hnnk, hnnk...

Mistress thrusts into me as hard as she can and all I can do is make that noise. Hnnk, hnnk, hnnk. She pumps me so hard that I am lifted off the floor. Now she pumps and grinds and it's really hard to catch my breath and when I do and let it out....hhrrrgggnk, hhrrrggnnnk!

For a brief moment, she holds the belt with one hand. She reaches around to my face and pulls the plug out of the tube gag. And then she fucks me like she hates me and wants to kill me. And I think that she does want me to die because she's pulling so hard on the belt that there is no air coming to me. She is strangling me as she slams into my ass, smashing me into the bench.

Within seconds, my lungs are on fire. I am looking at myself in the mirror. Eyes incredibly wide. Lips working around the tube gag. I'm trying to buck, but the lack of air is making me weak, so weak..

My hands slap at the bench. Trying to tap out. Trying to tell Mistress to let me breathe. The egg vibrating in me. Her strap-on filling me and treating like a dirty bitch. She makes the belt tighter and says something to me, but the roaring in my ears is too loud.

I see my body moving back forth in the mirror, shoulder sashaying all over. I need to breathe, I need the air. But I can feel the tightness down there. It's building up quickly, the orgasm is almost here. And I want it..oh, I so badly need it...

I lose total control of my body as it fights for air. I little mouth tries to open wide, the tube gag slips in just a little. My tiny, pink tongue bounces wildly inside the tube before trying to thrust out, to search for air....

In the moment before I cum, my hands spasm inside the cuffs. My heads whips back and forth. Warm drool cascades down over my chin onto my arms and the bench. Tiny tongue lapping inside of the gag, until final, as I start to convulse, my eyes roll back into my head.

My body grows stiff for just a moment. Then the electric shocks in my lower body make me buck wildly. I pull at the cuffs. My feet, already in the air, twitch. I don't feel the burning in my chest. I don't feel the panic of not breathing. I no longer see or hear anything. The orgasm overwhelms and if I could scream out my pleasure. But instead, my hands still convulse, my tiny mouth still tries to open wider and my pink tongue still sticks out,

As the orgasm begins to fade, and just as I drift into blackness, the only thing left to feel is my body twitching and then I go away.....

Moments later, Mistress is lightly slapping me back to consciousness. As I my head lay on the bench, cool air coming into my lungs, Mistress looks at me and is asking me if I am alright.

I just giggle.