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....

Part Two: Kidnap Suzy Opportunity!!! 11/20, 1pm to 7pm

Sadly, no kidnapping for me today. :(

So, at the moment, sitting in my chair at my desk. Wearing pink panties, and my blue tee is pulled up over my breasts. My ankles are taped to each leg of the chair, my torso belted to the back of the chair and I have a hood with eye-holes on and a plug gag over the mouth hole and very tight on me...the plug is pretty far into my little mouth. My collar with one ring is on my neck with a leash and I have my hitachi tied to my thigh, ready to go.

Once I am done writing, I turn the vibe on, press play for the movie on the laptop and handcuff my hands behind the back of the chair (quick release). Tonight's feature is the ZFX classic, Jack Booth Job.

I have every intention of cumming until my mind breaks. ;) In the meantime, the door is unlocked and if you come in, before you kidnap me, make me cum on the vibe for you like the dirty little slut I can be...

And if you do kidnap me...perhaps take me to a booth in an adult store and make me do it on the sticky floor of the booth...I'm feeling dirty and slutty tonight...

Mmmmpphh! 

YOUR CHOICE!!! (Haven't done one of these in a while...)

So, I hope you all had a lovely Valentine's Day. Hope you all had some naughty fun while I slaved away in a hot kitchen, earning my paycheck....sniff, sniff...

So, I have a little bit of time coming up in a week and I decided to do a "your choice" self-bondage session. I haven't done one of those in a long time ("your choice", I'm almost always in self-bondage), so I figured why not?

So, here's the choice of gags:

(Mine is a little bit longer)

(Really good for you drool fans)

(Mine is actually hard leather and plastic, sort of punishing)

And here are the dress you can choose from:

(Gotta love the old secretary bit)

(Actually not that different than my actual school uniform)

(Add a baseball cap, and that's pretty much my work uniform)

The restraints will be metal cuffs for both ankles and wrists. My hands will be cuffed behind me. I will be in the kitchen and worm my way to the bedroom, where on the floor, next to the bed will be my hitachi (my reward). The keys will be on the bed, so I will have to work to get to them.

This will happen next Monday, 2/22/16, at around 7pm. So, you need to get your choices into me either in the comments below...or by emailing me at suzylikestheropes@hotmail.com .  I need to get them by midnight on 2/21/16, majority wins. No, you can't add anything to the list...

It is 3:20am my time. I am in white panties, a blue tee, white knee socks and wearing a hairband. As soon as I post this, I will be sitting on the couch, ankles cuffed, my hitachi vibe stuffed into my panties and my hands will cuffed behind me...soft cuffs. I will have a wad of panties in my mouth and cruelly held in with a pantyhose gag, cutting into my cheeks...and I will be forcing myself to have the vibe on until I am finished with the following, vintage classic:

And as always, the door is unlocked...

Mmmphh!!!

Sometimes Gags Are Meant to be Cruel

We all know I love gags and how they put me into subspace and make me feel sexy...but sometimes, gags are meant to be horrible and cruel and degrading...

This gag represents a fantasy of mine...the feel of the straps tight on my head, the panel forced over my mouth, jammed and pressing into my lips...and the fear as you keep pumping the gag, the rubber expanding in my tiny mouth, but the harness forces the rubber in one direction; my throat...will you hear my pleas to stop before you make me choke?

This is designed for pain. It is a punishment. The heavy metal pulling the tongue out and pinching down; not being able to form words and eventually breaking down the sub with pain an numbness.  I've done this with chopsticks...I wasn't quiet, but could only make long moaning sounds...and the gag did it's job: it broke me and sent me into subspace...

Another gag not designed to make one quiet. This is more along the lines of degradation. The ring forces the mouth open, unable to close, telling the wearer that she is not a person, but a toy. To further the notion, the tongue is on display, as an invitation for use...further convincing the sub that she is a play toy and nothing more and there is nothing she can do about it.  When I used to model gear this was one of my favorites as people really wanted to play with my tongue.

The brutal, kidnapper gag.  Certainly made to keep your victim quiet.  But many submissives like me enjoy these gags.  Largely, because we can scream and be as loud and lose as much control as we want without too much noise.  But they are punishing gags, usually a packed mouth, tape over hair...very exhausting.  In a perfect world, I would be a gag model for Eric Cain...

I love the look of gags that contort the mouth into unnatural and harsh positions.  You really need endurance for these gags.  Again, they really aren't made to make you quiet, but rather to induce you to moan and whimper helplessly, making you beg for release in the end...I've been know to cry after awhile when gagged like this...

Nothing puts a submissive in her place like a humiliating gag. It is made to silence her, but also to let her know her place, not just as a toy, but as a thing and a way to break down the will. Bad enough to be at the mercy of another, but having panties shoved over her head tells her who the boss is and it isn't her.  I usually don't get these gags as I get into place fairly quickly...unless I'm being kidnapped...

So, not all gags are sexy and attractive.  Not all gags are meant to be attractive.  Some gags are meant to be cruel and to shove the submissive into the right spot or to punish...and honestly, I don't about others...but the I love the grunting, whining, whimpering and moaning that these hard and cruel gags make me do...as well as that one thing that all gags do that simply let's everyone know how helpless and useless you are...drooling uncontrollably...

Here's a little movie clips of gags I would love to do and do again!!

Wrote this with my tube gag in, straps are digging into my cheeks, tiny, pink tongue sticking out and drooling all over myself...I'm such a gag whore....

Mmmmpphhh!

She's Making Me Earn It (story)

She stood in front of me, beautiful and severe. Dark business suit, no blouse under the jacket, but lovely breasts held in black lace. Her blonde hair up in a bun, blue, feline eyes looking me over as I stood there silently. Red lips in a small and cruel smile.

I was so nervous standing there. This was our first time meeting face to face. After weeks of online chatting that turned into webcam sessions, we finally decided to meet at a hotel, neutral ground. But it felt like she owned the space all along.

She sent me an email last night. She told me how to dress for the day. What to do before coming here, to the Hotel Brexton. I dressed exactly as she told me to.

White blouse, long sleeved and high-necked, buttoned all the way. Black, knee-length skirt, but no hose underneath, just white-lace panties. Black heels, no stilettos but high enough. My hair was to be slicked back, turning it from a dark brown to almost black.

She gave me just one task that I had to do today. I had to repeat it as often as I could. I was to reach down, lift my skirt and rub my lips, my clit, thought my panties with one hand and with the other, fondle my breasts through my blouse. I was not to actually touch those parts of my body, just to stimulate them...and I was not allowed to cum.

All day, I rubbed at myself, fingers stroking. Going in small circles. Pushing down on the lace. My other small hand moving up to my breast, cupping it, slowly squeezing, softly then harder and harder until I almost gasped. My body undulating, hips moving, head falling back, my little lips parting so my pint tongue would flick in and out as I very quietly whimpered at my desk.

I was so excited...doing at my desk. Feeling so naughty, so bad, almost cumming at the thought of being caught. Before I would get too carried away, I quickly went to the bathroom, find an empty stall and work myself over. Pretending that she was touching me, caressing me, making me whimper and moan, eyes closed...I came close to cumming so many times. All I did was make my panties soaked.

As I finally came to the hotel room, she ordered me not to talk. I was to stand in the middle of the room, hands behind me, wrists crossed. Silently, I watched her open her suitcase at the bed.

She brought out a pair of handcuffs. There was no chain between cuffs, just interlocking metal. She held them up for me to see before dropping them to the bed. Next, came a white, silk scarf. She gave me a delicious and evil smile as she placed it over my shoulder.

She walked behind me and whispered into my ear, “I'm placing the handcuffs on, I want you helpless, I don't want you to be able to stop me, understand? This is the only time you will be able to tell me to stop...do you want me to stop?”

I licked my lips, shook my head no.

“Good girl.”

I closed my eyes and tried not to be afraid. She came behind me again, and she gently took my wrists and I felt the heavy metal circle each wrist, getting tighter until I heard that final click. My arms felt pulled back, my wrists almost together, my hands balled into tiny fists and pulled slightly at the cuffs.

She chuckled from behind, “Oh, you won't be getting out of those any time soon...”

She walked around to face me, looking down at me. Hands on her hips, eyebrow cocked, she briefly looked away and then quickly dropped down. In one quick motion, she raised my skirt up my thighs. My mouth opened to protest but no sound came out she gave me a stern look.

“I said no talking. If you speak, I will slap your cheek, is that what you want?”

I bit my lip as I looked down at her.

“Well?”

It would have felt so good because it was so bad to want to be slapped. But I wanted that, sharp, stinging pain from her hand. But...I shook my head no.

She smiled at me and watched my face as her hands ran up my bare legs. Smooth and strong. Going up so slowly, knowing where she was headed. Hoping she would slip under my panties, rub me, I was so wet her finger would have glided in.

Her hands did slip under my panties and I let out a long sigh. I was rewarded with a nod and a smug look; she knew what she was doing to me.

Her hands pulled at my lace panties and pulled them down, so slowly. It felt so good for them to come off, they felt constrictive on me. So many times today I wanted them off so I could just cum and cum and cum....

She ordered me to step out of them. Once done, she stood up, running the panties between thumb and fore finger. She brought it up to her nose, and once I realized that she was going to sniff it, my face suddenly went red.

“Oh, they are so wet, you naughty, naughty, slutty cunt!!!”

She sniffed and I looked away in shame.

“Did you cum in these wet panties, slut?”

I shook my head.

“Are you sure? Are sure you weren't a desperate horny slut that you once you got yourself wet, you didn't enjoy yourself and cum?”

I shook my head.

She smiled, satisfied, “That's a good girl.”

For some reason, I was happy that she was pleased.

She took a step closer, almost body to body, “We aren't going to meet again for two weeks. But you have a daily task, for each day of those two weeks. First, you are going to wear these panties every day...I don't care how you dress, but you have to wear these panties, and you aren't allowed to wash them, understand?”

I nodded, “ Good girl, now open your mouth. Wide as you can.”

I opened my small mouth.

She twirled my panties on her finger, “Good girl. Now, you touch yourself like you did today. Whenever and as often as you can. I want these panties dripping, got it?”

I nodded, mouth still wide open.

She smiled and grabbed my chin, moving quickly. She jammed the panties into my mouth. My eyes grew wider and I started to pull away, but she held me by my chin.

She pushed the panties as far as she could. They filled my tiny mouth, making cheeks bulge a little. To make sure, she kept pushing the wad in with one finger. I gagged a little when the panties hit the back of my throat, making her stop.

She whipped the scarf off my shoulder. She quickly wrapped it around my head, the cool silk over my mouth and cheeks. I felt it slip tighter as she knotted the scarf, finished the gag, keeping my panties in my mouth.

I could taste myself. The entire day of playing with myself. My face grew red with shame. I should not be liking this, enjoying it, but I was and I looked down and away from her, knowing I wasn't worthy of her...

She grabbed me and pulled me to her. Her breasts pushing against me, her taut body holding me. I could smell her jasmine perfume and I was starting to slip into that special place, where I was helpless, not in control, everything feeling soft, and I wasn't caring about anything but giving up everything.

She pulled my head back by my hair and the pain was sharp and addictive; I whimpered, looking up wanting to say yes, yes, please god, yes....

She kissed my gagged my mouth. I could feel the pressure of her lips on the silk gag. One arm around my waist, holding me to her lovely body. Her other hand holding my head. My eyes rolled back into my head as my eyelids closed.

I leaned into her. I let her hold me. I let my legs go weak, She kept kissing me as she let my body glide slowly to the floor. I moaned loudly.

As I settled on my knees, she held my head in her hands, she looked down, her lips slightly smudged, smiling.

“Ooohh, baby, I know...I know...your body feels so needy, your clothes are too tight on your body...you want and you need to give it up so badly, don't you?”

I nodded, trying very hard not to cry from the need. She was right; I needed it, craved it, my whole body pulsing, my breasts and lips pounding from desperation. I moaned a “please” through the gag.

She waggled a finger at me, “I told yo not to talk, but I'll let it slide this time.”

I shook my head, I wanted her to slap me. The tears started to come back in frustration.

“I know, I know...but you have to earn everything you want me to do to you first. Understand?”

I nodded and sighed.

“Good, now once you get your nice, lace panties soaked with your juices, you shove them in your mouth before you go to bed, and you gag yourself with this very scarf. You will take a picture and send it to my cell every night. As proof. Got it?”

I nodded a final time.

She let me sit back on my knees as she undid the cuffs. But she didn't take the gag off. Instead, she cupped my breasts and as he did so, she leaned into my back and I could feel her voluptuous breasts pressing against me. She gave my breasts a soft squeeze and kissed the back of my neck, making me tremble with the thought of those very lips on me, my nipples, working down, kissing and licking...

I watched her close her suitcase. She made her way to the door and then turned around. Another evil smile, “Remember everything I just told you. And in two weeks, we will meet here again. And I better find you here with your panties in your mouth and that scarf gagging you...perhaps...perhaps...I might let you masturbate and cum before me. I might even kiss you when you orgasm...”

She blew me a kiss and walked out, closing the door behind her.

I dropped forward, hands on the floor, on my knees. My gagged face with wide eyes looking at the door. And after a minute, when I realized that she wasn't coming back. That she wasn't going to let me cum for two weeks, that she wasn't going kiss me while I came...I screamed through the gag at the closed door, at her to come back.

I wanted her to come back. To fuck me. Shove her fingers into my pussy, my so, so SO wet pussy, bend me over, keep me bound and helpless and fuck me, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me and let me her kiss her beautiful face when the fucking was done....

I dropped to the floor and wept...keeping my gag in the whole time...

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Been a little while since I posted a story, hope you liked it.  Anyway, the Hotel Brexton is a real hotel in Baltimore, near the neighborhood I live in.  Check it out!

http://www.hotelbrexton.com/

And yes, I wore a ball gag when I wrote this.  And I've been drooling.  And my tee is a wet mess...well, guess it's time to go to bed, slap on some cuffs and leave the door unlocked!!

Mmmmpphhh!

A Side Business (story)

I just stood in your bedroom, head bowed, my hands behind me, crossed a the wrists. I waited for you to set up the camera, shivered a little at the draft. It's cold in here when winter comes.

I heard you snap your fingers and I slowly looked up. First, I saw you sitting in the plush chair behind the camera, chin in hand, looking bored. As I raised my chin, I noticed that the little red light on top of the camera was on; you were already recording, a feed to your laptop, also recording.

You sighed and made a motion with your chin. When we do this type of video, you don't like to be in it. You only want me to be shown. I am to be the subject, the only thing of importance for these types of videos. When you nodded with your chin, that was my cue.

I looked into the camera and said nothing. the only sound was the heat coming through the vents, almost a soft purring sound. After a moment, I started to slowly turn around, hands still behind my back, wrists crossed.

As I turned, I gave a full view of what I was wearing. A long-sleeved, white satin blouse, buttoned all the way up, a black cameo on my neck. My skirt was simply black and came just above my knees. My legs themselves were bare, but I was wearing black heels.

After I came full circle, I stopped and gazed into the camera again. My hair was slicked back, normally brown, but when like this, almost black. I was wearing make up, which made my lips redder and fuller, my brown eyes bigger. I brought my hands to my sides and waited for the next cue.

You snapped your fingers, the only sound you would permit from yourself to be on camera. While looking into the camera, I reached behind me and unzipped the skirt. I brought them back and up to my waist, slowly moving my hips while pushing down on the skirt until gravity took over and it slid down my legs to the floor. I stepped out of the skirt and took one step forward.

My hands floated up as I still stared into the lens. They started at my collar and slowly unbuttoned it. I licked my lips as I went to the next one. I found myself swaying a little, as if to music while my hands worked their way down the blouse. I took my time.

I hesitated as the blouse fluttered. I looked down, embarrassed. When I looked back up, at you sitting behind the camera, I shrugged my shoulders and the satin blouse slipped of my shoulders, made a rustling sound as it slipped down my arms and onto the floor.

I was wearing my white lace today. White, lace panties. But I know you weren't looking at my lace, but at the red rope wrapped over my torso. A simple karada tie over my body.

The rope cut into my skin. Whenever I moved, it moved. It restricted my chest. It dug up into my crotch, a small, uncomfortable knot pressing against the lace, pressing into me. Sitting, standing, walking, always there, never letting me forget..making me sigh, tiring me, making me desire...you made me wear it all day...

My hands went to my back. I closed my eyes to concentrate. You made the release knot a little bit higher than normal. I had to lean forward as my hands went up, fingertips finally clasping on the right end.

I pulled the rope with a single, strong tug. I could feel the knot simply melt away and for just a moment, the rope was still tight on me. Suddenly there was release, the tightness gone in a moment. the ropes almost springing from my body, they just fell off of me. My eyes still closed, my hand shot up and covered my mouth as I let out a small sound, as my other hand went to my stomach.

Oh, this feels SO delicious....

I composed myself and worked the rope off of me. I still had to pull a little on the crotch rope and I let out a very small whimper as the knot popped out. I hadn't realized how far it worked itself in.

Almost naked, I stood for a moment, savoring the new freedom from the soft, red, rope I had worn all day. I gave the camera a little smile. A knowing look.

My fingers slid down my sides, into my panties. My fingers hooked into the lace, I pushed the panties down my legs very, very, slowly. Once I was to my ankles, I stood back up and with one motion, kicked the panties a little bit forward..

I sunk to my knees. Eyes never leaving the camera. I placed my hands behind me again. Wrists crossed, just like before. I bent forward, eyes looking up, knowing that you are watching me, knowing that whoever will be watching this will be watching me.

I used my small, pink tongue to flick at my panties on the floor. Languidly, sighs coming out of me. Until finally my teeth could find purchase. I sat back up. Rested on my heels, completely naked, except for my black stilettos. My face serene and compliant, eyes in that soft un-focus of subspace. The white, lace panties that I had worn all day, hanging from my mouth...

You went to the laptop and typed something in and then pulled out a memory stick. Another tap and the red light on the camera went out. You placed the stick into a large envelope while you walked to me.

You knelt in front of me and held out your hand. I leaned forward and dropped the panties into your hand. You held it for a moment, held it to your nose and lips. You finally smiled as you placed it into the envelope with the memory stick. You placed it on the floor between us. The address was a town somewhere in California. A movie and my panties for a nice sum of money. Our nice, little side business...

You reach out and caress my face. I press my cheek into your palm, closing my eyes for a moment. As I open them, I turn my face a little and place a small kiss into your hand. Your thumb glides over my cheek, a hungry look starts to come over you.

I like that look. It means that I've done well and that I should be rewarded. We both know how this goes. I lick my lips and tell you what I want. What you want to hear.

I whisper, "Make me do it...oh, please...please...make me scream..."