Helpless in the Morning (story by Suzyisgagged)

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Standing in the kitchen, barefoot, looking at the rope marks on my wrists from the night before. I'm just wearing a large, white button down shirt. Nothing underneath.

I see the two empty glasses from last night. Red lipstick on one glass; hers. The bottle of bourbon only half full. She let me sip at a glass after she used my rope on me. I padded over to the small bathroom.

I look at myself in the bathroom, deciding against coffee. My jaw is a little sore. There's a hint of a strap mark on my left cheek. I can still feel the ball gag in my mouth, I like that feeling. Somehow she found my unlocked door last night. She lives a floor below me. Who knew?

I heard her heels click on the kitchen floor. I turn to look at her: dark hair, dark eyes, much taller than me (everyone's taller than me), still looking gorgeous, vicious and commanding. I look up to her, smile to say good morning to her and....

She grabs me by the hair. She pulls hard, down and to the side, the pain is so clear and lovely and I gasp and almost lose my balance. Looking up at her wide-eyed and I raise a hand to her arm.

She slaps my face. Not very hard, just enough to command me. There is a stinging and then that delicious warmth that follows. My hands drop to my sides and I notice that I'm breathing heavily. I lick my little lips.

As she holds me by my hair, she grabs my neck with her other hand. She squeezes, not to choke me, but to hold me in place. She looks at me, she looks hungry.

She kisses me. Very deeply. My eyes slowly close and roll back into my head in intense pleasure. As her tongue works me, as her lips presses against me as if to tell me that she owns me, I grow weak and my knees start to shake a little.

I give up to the kiss. I give up to her lips. The oh, so lovely pain still there, her hand on my neck...she is completely controlling me and she is making me helpless. She's kissing me so deeply that it's hard to breathe and I actually want to faint and fall into her, let her take my breath away.

She breaks the kiss and let's go of my hair. She gives my neck a final squeeze; yes you command me Mistress. She smiles that vicious smile...she knows.

Before letting go of my neck, she leans down and whispers in my ear, “Slut.”

And just like that, she walks out the door. She will be back later tonight, I told her I would leave the door unlocked again.

But now that she is gone, I start to shake all over. The warmth on my face where she slapped me, I can still feel her fingers in my hair pulling at me, her lips and her tongue in my tiny mouth, crying softly...and worst of all...that tightness in my stomach, the wetness...and oh, I'm starting to throb...

Oh dear god, I need her to fuck me...oh, I need it so bad...oh god please...I need it...please, Mistress...I need it so, so, so VERY badly.....

Return to the Room (story) by suzyisgagged

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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.

Want (story)

(this is another story from the Breathplay Fetish site that I wrote, please hit play before reading)

I have a nice, hot cup of coffee, warming both of my hands. A little bit of cream, no sugar. And an egg nog muffin. Most people get crazy with pumpkin-flavored everything...I love egg nog-flavored everything.

I sat at the same small table in the cafe for the past two weeks after I first came in. In the corner, back to the wall. Able to see everyone who comes in. I came here on a recommendation. The coffee is great, the muffins are lovely, the cafe itself is super-cold as there is almost no heat during the winter...but its the view I come for.

By accident, I was sitting at the table when she came in that first day. Taller than me, but then again everyone is taller than me, always wearing boots, always looking beautiful, put-together...and severe. Like a mistress or goddess. Sometimes, she would come in with a cruel smile that...well, made my heart beat a little faster.

Ever since that first day, I made sure I came in at the same time so I could see her. I know I was being a little stalker-rific, but I imagined what it would be like to be on my knees before her. It's been awhile since I've come across someone who I wouldn't mind taking control of me when I needed them to.

Today was another cold day. I had on my red, thin sweater and long skirt with a fleece over the sweater. And my white, leggings going into ankle boots with a scarf around my neck. And I was still cold. But, I forgot about being cold when she walked in at her usual time.

She was not hiding what she was today. Amazing, black boots up to her knees, black skirt, and a black, woolen trench coat. I could see the kid gloves coming out of her coat sleeves that looked like latex, the fishnets on her legs, and black blouse that on second look, I realized that it was latex.

I finally noticed that I was staring at her; just like everyone else. I saw the time on my cell and knew I had to go to work. I fumbled with my plate a little and my legs seemed a bit shaky. I managed to make it to the counter without dropping anything, putting my cup and plate into the bin when she came up behind me.

I looked down to my right and saw her gloved hand. I looked to my left and saw the other one. Trapped. I felt her move against me and suddenly I was shy and scared, so I froze.

She leaned into me. Even through my fleece, I could feel her breasts. I wanted to whimper and push back for the pleasure of feeling her chest. But instead, my chin dropped and I closed my eyes, my little hands holding tightly to the edge of the counter.

She slipped her arms around my stomach and gently pulled me against her body. I could smell jasmine and realized her face was next to my ear.

She was whispering, “I bet if I slipped my fingers into your nasty cunt, they'll come back wet."

My face burned red. Embarrassed and horrified. Because it was true.

Still whispering into my ear, “Oh, you're shaking...are you scared? Do I scare you? Good. I should scare you. I caught you staring at me since the first time you came in...do you like looking at me? Did you think I wouldn't notice, that I might do something about it? Do you regret looking at me now?”

I found myself, eyes still closed, shaking my head no.

She squeezed me and spoke softly, “Mmmmmm.....”

She released me. I opened my eyes and I let up a little on my death grip with the counter. I was hoping that she would just let me walk away with my shame. Walk out and never come back. I was so mortified.

Instead, her gloved hands held my shoulders, and she leaned into my other ear, whispering again, as if she was telling me a secret. She squeezed my shoulders until they hurt and hissed into my ear, “I think you want to get into the limo just outside of the cafe. I think you want to get inside of it. You want to because you know I will be there...”

Biting my lip, I felt my knees growing weak. I shook my head no.

She pulled me into her, my back on her chest again, a harsh whisper, “You want me to put you in handcuffs. You want to be helpless when I strangle you with your own scarf. You want me to kiss you while you struggle for air....”

I heard myself in a small and fragile, voice, “P-p-please...stop...”

I could almost feel the cold smile, “You want me to keep you in leather and lace. You want me to keep you ropes, cuffs and leather. You want your little mouth to be gagged...say it...”

I whimpered, face burning because the cafe was so quiet and everyone was watching and listening....

Squeezing my shoulders, “You want me to choke you...to hang you...you want to suck in the plastic from a bag. You want to feel the burn, the panic, to struggle and beg and plead...you want to go under...”

I hid my burning face in my hands.

“You want me to keep you in bondage. You want me to hurt you. You want me to pleasure you. You want me to take your breath away. You know that you want it. You want me to-”

Tears in my eyes, I blurted out, “PLEASE!!!!”

She stopped. It was very quiet in the cafe. I was shaking, almost crying. She softly kissed the top of my head. Both hands flew to my mouth to stop the moan, instead, I made a needy sound into my hands.

Sternly she said, “You have sixty seconds to join me outside. Otherwise, you will never see me again.”

She left me horribly shaken. I was unexpectedly devastated. I listened to her boots as she walked away. Heard the door open and close. And I heard how horribly quiet the cafe was.

Head bowed, I found myself turning and walking to the door. My legs so weak and rubbery, I was afraid I would fall. I walked out into the cold and didn't feel it because she was standing there. Door open to the limo. Waiting for me.

And I knew right then, even though she had known exactly what I wanted, I also knew that she wanted me. Silently, I walked to her, and gave us both what we wanted: love, sex and pain. With a deliciously cruel smile, she said the one last thing to win me over....

“Slut."

Hope you liked my little story!!

-Suzy

Desperate Desire (story)

Mistress and Sir are smirking at me.

Earlier, I was ordered to come to them straight after work. They made me stand in the almost empty room, under the one light again. The camera's red light came on; we were streaming.

Sir wore his normal black suit and hood. Mistress was her beautiful self, all in leather, blonde hair in a bun, smelling like jasmine, blue eyes both laughing and cat-like, her smile cruel. And there I stood, in front of the sofa.

In my tan skirt that went to my knees, white blouse with long sleeves and high collar, white hair band in my brown hair. I was told by Sir in an email to wear hose and white panties today to work with heels.

The had bound me with rope tonight. Tightly. As they bound me, they whispered into my ears, one at a time. Telling me I was a slut. A whore. Desperate for Sir's cock or Mistress' strap on to fuck my nasty holes. That I would get on my knees and beg for it. That I was trash. I wasn't even a person, just fuck meat. And that's what I wanted to be: a dirty, nasty, slutty, whorish little girl.

By the time they finished binding me, I was on on the sofa. Arms bound together behind my back at the elbows and wrists. Ropes going above and below my breasts. The knots *so* tight they made my chest thrust out some.

Mistress lifted my chin, “For that slutty, whore mouth of yours....”

She jammed a ball gag into my little mouth. She jerked the gag straps so tight they cut into my cheeks. I moaned a little and was rewarded with a light slap to the face and a harsh “shut up, bitch”.

Then Sir shoved my skirt up. He roughly folded my leg, ankle under my thigh and bound them together. I could feel my heels start to dig underneath me when he was done. And the last thing he did was to put a very tight and very knotted crotch rope on me.

The crotch rope was taut over my hose and panties. It rubbed against me. It was *too* tight. It chafed.

Then they had stepped away from. The stood behind the camera, the little red light went on, saying that we now streaming. Sir adjusted the camera as I half-sat and half-lain down on the sofa. Then they folded their arms and smirked at me.

As I looked at the camera, I was unsure. I was given no direction. I was simply bound, gagged and verbally degraded. But no directions, no orders. They were just *smirking*.

I moved slightly on the sofa and felt a tendril of pleasure as I moved against the knotted crotch rope. I whimpered a little. Then I looked at the camera. How many of you saw that? Did my face say that I liked it? Did you hear me whimper?

My face grew red. Embarrassed. Yes, of course, all of you saw me. You saw me be a little bit slutty. Just as Mistress and Sir said. But I'm not...I play the part, but I'm not! I'm a good girl! The way I dress is respecta-

I moved and moaned again. The rope sliding over my hose and panties, digging in. And that's when I knew. Oh no...I *knew*...

I turned my head, ashamed and closed my eyes. I wasn't just red in my face. My face was *burning*. I felt a tear go down my cheek and I knew why, because they were right, *goddamn* them....

In the end, they were right. I couldn't help it. My hips slowly undulated. They grind in slow circles. My legs couldn't close, You all could see everything. Moving against the ropes. Tan hose and white panties pushing and grinding against the red rope.

Moaning louder and louder. Face getting redder and redder and I am *SO* ashamed. Still not looking at the camera, not able to see the rd light telling me you are all watching me...

I'm not a good girl. I'm not respectable. Sir and Mistress were right.

As I sit here, in proper clothes, yet still looking like a bondage whore, hips moving and grinding my way to a desperate orgasm, chest thrust out like a tease...even though I am fully clothed...I'm a slut.

As my eyes slowly open, as my move more quickly, as I moan and moan and moan and whimper and beg into my gag, I look into the camera and I know...I *know*...

I'm a dirty, nasty, slutty, whore. And I am embarrassed and ashamed that I need this so badly, That I want Sir and Mistress to fuck my nasty holes and make me scream. That you can see my desperate desires to give up and fuck and to be hate-fucked.

Wanting Sir and Mistress to rip my clothes off, rip the crotch rope off and fuck me. Fuck me with cock and strap-ons. In my small ass and dirty cunt. Knowing that all you men and women want to do the same to me, fuck me like a slut, slap me, choke me while you fuck me as you watch me.

Little pathetic me, bound and gagged, fully clothed, writhing like a needy whore on the sofa, the crotch rope giving me so much pleasure but not an orgasm...

Until I scream at Sir and Mistress, drool cascading down my chin, begging them to fuck me, please please please just *FUCK ME!!!!*

And then they chuckle and simply walk out of the room. Leaving me to buck my hips wildly against the crotch rope, moaning and sobbing as you watch me try to cum.....

  

Just a little question...

Which one do you think I am? Let me know why!

Earning and Pleasing Her Pt. 1 (story)

The text surprised me.

It had been months since I was told to come to the apartment. I was beginning to miss the almost empty room with the single light, the pillows on the floor, the chair or rack... I missed when either Sir or Mistress, or both of them, laid out what I was to wear in the bedroom down the hall before crawling on my hands and knees to the room. The room where I had pleasure and pain, and sometimes displayed my experience on camera....to my humiliation and excitement.

While I had been seeing either Sir or Mistress, it was not at the apartment. The schedules never worked out. But somehow, today it did.

I was at my work, on break when the text came. My heart jumped when I saw that the text was from Mistress. She ordered me to come to the apartment after work. Directly from work. I had never done that. I would normally be given time to change out of my line cook uniform and get a shower. Not today.

I stood in front of the apartment door. I used my key. Smiling I walked in. Oh, it had been too long! The sparse apartment was just the same as the last time I was here...

I walked into the living room, expecting a note from Mistress. And there it was. On the table near the window. I picked it up, wondering what my instructions were.

I jumped when I heard boot heels on the hardwood floor. I turned, expecting Mistress, but did a hard blink; it was a different woman. I opened the note and it simply said, “Do what she orders.” I laid the note back down.

The woman came in from the kitchen. A beautiful Asian woman with short, jet black hair. She was wearing a leather, biker jacket. Under that was a tight tee tucked into blue jeans. The jeans went over her black boots. She was holding a glass of wine, walking towards me, looking me over.

She was dominant and I reacted to it quickly. I cast my eyes downward and placed my wrists behind my back, crossed at the wrists. She slowly walked in a circle around me. Boots making noise on the floor.

I felt uneasy. Normally, I would be presentable. But the instructions in the text were clear: come in work clothes. Being a line cook, I looked messy at the end of my shift. I work khakis pants, non-slip sneakers, a black polo with the restaurant's logo on it, and a baseball cap on my head. And there were stains on my clothes...I looked horrible and I was embarrassed.

The woman stood in front of my and lifted my chin with a finger, “I find you acceptable. Your Mistress told me everything about you. If you don't like this arrangement, say so now. If you want to stay, just nod and you can stay...and you will obey me.”

She was so beautiful. Make up perfect. Amazing brown eyes. Hair seemed to shin. And her lips...oh my goodness...I ached for them.

This wasn't the first time I was shared with others by my Mistress and Sir. But each time, including now, I always could say no. But this Asian goddess was too perfect...and I wanted her lips on me, all over me....I nodded. I would obey.

A lovely and evil smile played out on her face, “Wonderful. Stay here. Close your eyes. Don't move. I will be back.”

I listened to her walk away after closing my eyes. She was gone only a few minutes. When she came back, I heard something drop to the floor with a soft flop noise...a pillow.

“Keep your eyes closed.”

She came so close that I could smell her perfume: jasmine. I made a little sighing noise.

“She told me that you liked this scent.”

Eyes closed, I nodded.

“Good. Now...you are about to feel something. When you do, slowly open your eyes. And then you may release your hands.”

I nodded and waited a moment. Savoring the scent; she was so close to me. I felt some thing on my stomach. Heavy. Large. I slowly opened my eyes and looked right into that angelic Asian face. Her lips were right there...

I released my hands, but they stayed at my sides. I was transfixed by her. Her face almost on mine. Her lips were right...there. All I had to do was lean forward, and I could taste them.

It was as if she could read my mind, “No. I touch you, you don't touch me, understand?”

I nodded, disappointed.

She smiled, “I know. Look down.”

I looked down between us. She was wearing a strap-on. It was resting on my belly. Large, heavy and black.

She came closer and placed her hands on my hips. She did a slow grind against my body. The black strap-on moving up and down on my stomach. Pushing at my shirt, pushing at my body and I wanted it...I wanted it inside of me. I wanted her to drive it into me...all of it.

I looked back up into her face as moved together. She nodded. Pushed the strap-on into my stomach, slowly.

I let my hands come forward. They didn't seem to be a part of me. But they did what I commanded them to do. My small hands wrapped around the dildo of the strap-on.

It was thick. So thick. I let my hands stroke it. Thumbs on the tip, light grip on the shaft. Up and down, stroking, my hips now moving in, pressing it against me...we both started moving faster.

After a few moments, she stopped moving. She moved away from me, just a little bit. My hands were still on the strap-on, still stroking it. I missed its weight on my belly.

As I stroked it, I looked at her. She smiled. She knew. She knew she had me. That I would obey. That I wanted her. Badly...

She traced a finger just above her belt. “You have to earn the right to learn my name. You have to earn the right to get pleasure from me. You have to earn everything that you want from me. Understand?”

I was stroking, pulling at the dildo, trying to get her back to me. I nodded.

Softly, “Good girl. Now...this is just the first step; earning the right to learn my name.”

I nodded. Eager. Command me.

She snapped her fingers and pointed down to the pillow, “Get on your knees and suck it. If you suck to my satisfaction, like a good whore, if I like how you gag on it, choke on it...like a good slut...then I will tell you my name. Now...get on your knees and suck it!”

I nodded. Still stroking it. And I looked down and then up. Just as I was about to go to my knees, she slapped me. My cap flew off of my head to the floor.

After the initial shock and stinging pain, my cheek grew deliciously warm. Wide eyed, I stared at her...but I never stopped stroking.

She put a finger in my face, “When I give you an order, you obey immediately!”

I nodded. She slapped my other cheek. Lovely stinging pain. The dull and warm throb afterwards. I licked my lips. It felt so good...

I dropped to my knees, landing on the pillow. Both of my small hands on the giant, fake cock in front of me. I licked my lips.

I moved forward, unsure how to get in my mouth. After two more false starts, I moved in and felt a sudden and exquisite pain as my head was jerked back by my hair.

“When I tell you to suck it, you FUCKING SUCK IT!!!”

With each word she slapped me. Each word, each cheek. My eyes rolled into my head, I was barely hanging on, hands still on the strap-on. Mouth agape, loving, just loving the pain.

When she was done, while my eyes were unfocused, as I slipped right into subspace with a tiny whimper and moan, she grabbed my head with both hands.

She thrusted that huge, thick, black dildo right into my tiny mouth, stretching it, filling my mouth , pushing over my tongue, smashing into the back of my throat, charging into my throat.

My hands dropped. I slumped. Held up only by her hands and her big, black phallus jamming my mouth. I gave up. I didn't care anymore.

My eyes half-lidded. Drool pouring out over my lower lip in strands. She fucked my face. Fucked it hard. My hands feebly slapped at her legs, but that just encouraged her.

Soon, the only noise I was making was a guk-guk-guking sound. She just held my head and it went as far down my throat as she could get it. It was so big, so thick, no air came in.

My body panicked as it lost air. Again, slapping uselessly and without strength at her legs and thighs. Growing weaker, eyes rolled back. Until my hands gave up. My body gave up, little jerks at it fought for air. Tears running down my cheeks...

Suddenly, she pulled out and delicious air came in. She let go of my head and I fell to the floor on my side. Gasping for air, body spasming. Coughing, crying a little. Unable to move.

In my peripheral vision, I saw the strap-on gear thump to the hardwood floor. And then I felt her hand stroking my hair, my arm. A soothing voice calling me a good girl, I did so well. She leaned in closer, the scent of jasmine. She whispered her name to me.

Then she helped me to my knees. She held me, rocking me a little. Letting me recover in her jacketed arms.

After a few minutes, she asked me softly, “What's my name?”

I snuggled into her and said, “Mistress Kiyone.”

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... 

On My Knees (very short story)

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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.”

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......

Beckoned (story)

I got the note at work today. A simple note on a card. It was a time and a place I know well. It's only fifteen minutes by cab. When I get these notes, I simply come when beckoned.

I have my own key to this condo. It's in an older building, tenth floor. Lovely condos, very private. I come here to play when I am called for.

The apartment is sparsely furnished. There is a glass of water on the table with another note. As I drink the water, I read the note. It tells me exactly where to go and what to do. I am to go to the only open door on the left, down the long hallway, no where else.

My hear skips a little as I walk down the hallway, heels clicking on the hardwood floor. I stop at the open door and look at the end of the hall. The door there is closed but light is coming out from the crack at the bottom. That's the room the I play in. I've been in two of the other four bedrooms. Those other rooms are for others, forbidden to me.

I walk into my bedroom. A white box on the ornate poster bed. Another note. This note commands me to put on the clothes in the box and to hang my work clothes up in the closest. This means I will be spending the night here. I lay down the note and open the box.

I quickly change into the black lace panties and bra. Garters and stockings. I slip the heels on, a little tall for me, but I can still walk in them. I clasp the ankle straps. I pull out the collar. It's my normal collar that I wear here. A collar well-worn and loved. A soft, black leather collar with a single ring in front.

I take my time putting it on. Loving the familiar feel, the small thrill as I pull it tightly on my neck before clasping it into the proper notch. It's been rubbed with oil recently: I like that smell.

I stand up and put on the new, black silk robe that was also in the box. Cool, slinky. I slip the belt on and use a loose knot. I am sure this will be coming off soon.

I walk out the door, leaving it open. When I am here, it isn't allowed to be closed, certainly never locked. I walk to the door at the end of the hall. I knock on the door, just as the note commanded. I count to three and enter.

Sir and Mistress are sitting in the middle of the room, on two plush chairs. There is a single bulb above them lighting them in a circle. Normally, I would be in that circle of light, kneeling on pillows, waiting for Sir or Mistress, or both, to come and play with me. But not tonight. Tonight, I am to come to them.

I walk up to the camera and turn it on. I look down to the laptop on the small table. Everything working correctly, everyone now watching us.

Sir is in his white, custom-made button down shirt, silk black tie, black pants and shiny shoes. His coat draped over the back of his chair. His steel-gray hair is slicked back and he is wearing his simple masquerade mask. He doesn't like his face to be seen on the feed.

Mistress, however, does. She's wearing her leather, knee-high boots. Her legs are crossed. Her black, silk skirt coming over her knees. Startling white blouse and she's wearing her kid gloves tonight. There's a black ribbon choker on her neck, silver cameo glinting in the light. Her blonde hair up in a loose bun. Ruby red lips and blue feline eyes...looking cruel and lovely.

I step into the light and turn for them. Slowly, so they can see me in the clothes they have chosen for me. I keep turning until Sir commands me to look at the camera. I see the red light on, knowing that all of you out there are watching us. Watching me.

Sir snaps his fingers. I slowly undo the robe's belt. I move my shoulders just a bit, and the robe simply glides off my shoulders and into the crooks of my arms. I smile at the camera. Smile at all of you. I let the robe drop to the floor.

I move slowly to my knees, eyes never off the camera. Once on my knees, my hands lay in my lap, waiting. I am very still. Until Sir snaps his fingers again. Now, I turn my back on you. No offense, but now I am for my Sir and Mistress.

I crawl on my hands and knees. Eyes up to Mistress. She looks down on me, smugly. A quirk to her lips, the smile of a beautiful sadist. I come closer to her. She points to the toe of one boot.

I can smell the leather. It's been shined. Clean. I close my eyes and kiss the toe lightly. She moves her foot so the top of the boot caresses my face. I lean into it and close my eyes. She takes it away from me and I pout a little.

I turn to Sir. I crawl to his chair. I kiss his shoe. He puts the foot forward so that the toe glides along my chest. He brings it back and lifts my chin with his shoe.

Sir command, “Come to me.”

I start at his feet. My small hands moving up his shins. Over his knees, my body following. Over his thighs, breasts pressed against them, face almost at his stomach, I briefly look down and I sigh.

I keep moving up. I smell his shirt. I smell him. No cologne, just crisp soap; such a clean smell. I turn as I go up further. I sit lightly Sir's lap.

I look up as Mistress stands. She takes two steps towards us. She's looking down at me. Those cruel lips smiling, lips that I want so badly. I move my bottom in small circles on Sir's lap, leaning forward towards Mistress.

They both suddenly move quickly, without warning. Sir wraps one arm around me, pinning my arms to me, his hand moves to my collared neck, grabs it and squeezes.

My eyes fly open. Breath caught in my throat, and Sir squeezes a little more and it becomes so deliciously hard to breathe.

Mistress grabs my hair and yanks my head back. Her hand cupping my chin, fingers mashing and pushing into my cheeks. She keeps shaking my head. Pulling and pressing into my cheeks.

And I my heart jackhammers. Sir keeps squeezing me, air slowly cutting off. Mistress hurting me, sharp pain and my cheeks in a vice, head being jerked back and forth. Body being squeezed by Sir. They are hurting me, the love to hurt me and I simply adore it and I let them...but I am so scared.

I let out a small whimper.

And then Mistress stops pulling my hair and moving my head. Her hand is light on my cheeks, no longer squeezing my lips. Sir lets up on my neck and he stops squeezing my body, but pulls me against his chest, sliding me backwards on his lap.

Mistress has a needful look on her face; she's looks she is pain. I realize she is about to cry. She lets out a very small sound I don't even know how to describe. She comes to me and kisses me softly on the lips.

I smell jasmine on her. My favorite scent. Our lips touch and press and glide over each other, until I yield and open my small mouth a little. Mistress kisses me deeply. Hand holding my head gently, caressing my hair, my face. I let my eyes close and I start to go into a warn, loving numbness.

As I go down inside, Sir kisses the side of my neck. His strong arms holding me to him. Breath tickling me. Fingers on my neck now massaging me, lightly, simple caresses. His hand moves up and holds one breast, searching and finding my nipple.

And as I relax. As I give up. As I give up everything to them. As I happily let myself down into the pit of sensations. I feel a tear from Mistress hit my cheek.

Sir whispers into my ear, his voice full of need and quiet desperation, “We're lost...we can't find our way back...”

Mistress pulls away and looks into my eyes, her lovely feline eyes glistening, she whispers so softly, “Save us...please...save us...”

I simply nod and bring them both to me as I tell them that I love them both oh so much.....