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....

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.”

The Awful Gag (story)

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Diane Lane Fixation

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I can dream......

Today's Kidnap Opportunity & Alley Walk

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Sadly, none of those things happened...

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

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

The Start to a TPE Weekend (story)

I whimpered as the last strap was pulled tightly over my ankles. I was sitting in the back of the van, on a blanket, while two men in latex hoods were checking the rest of the straps.

My kidnapping was pretty simple. I was taking a shortcut in an alley, taking no notice of the one car that went by me, so why would I have noticed the van? It slowed down next to me, and just as I turned my head, the side door opened and arms reached out, grabbed me and pulled me in. I was so shocked and surprised that half the straps were on me before I even thought about fighting back.

Shortly thereafter, we parked and got another passenger. A woman wearing a leather jacket zipped up, jeans and combat boots came on. She sat down in front of me and smiled at me with perfect teeth. Her hair was black and bobbed. I couldn't stop staring at her eyes; ice blue.

She did an inspection of my bonds. A strap on my ankles, over and under my knees, over and under my chest (pinning my arms behind me) and straps wrapped around my wrists. She tugged on them.

She patted my thigh, “Sorry for the tightness, but I don't want you getting away.”

She smiled as she ran a hand up my thigh, a finger flicking at the button of my jeans. I drew up my legs, shaking my head whispering, “No, not that, please..”

My captor leaned into my face, “You don't get to say 'no'. Not anymore.”

She quickly undid the button, pressed down on my knees to straighten my legs, and pulled down the zipper. I barely tried to fight her; I closed my eyes and bit my lip.

She yanked down my pants to my thighs and laughed, “Hello Kitty panties!?!””

My face burned red.

She say back down and was still smiling, “Fine, I won't rip them off...they look cute on you. I'll save them for later.”

She twirled a finger on my boots. Cream colored and went up my thigh. She leaned forward and unbuttoned my flannel shirt halfway down. She gently pulled on the shirt so they were exposing my breasts, but still held under the straps.

Her face close to mine, she hissed, “You know I own you now...right?”

I shook my head and looked away and gasped when she grabbed my chin roughly and made me face her, “Oh...you will *learn*...yes, yes you will...”

She let me go and sat back. She stared at me, the smile was gone. All I could see was cruelty and desire. My heart started to pound, because there was nothing I could do....

She looked to her two men, nodded at one, “He seems to like you. Turn your head. Now.”

I turned and looked. His pants was barely constraining his hard on. I gulped. It looked, even from inside his pants, huge. I looked back at her as she spoke.

“They're mine. They'll do whatever I say or want. You obey me, you please me...he won't have you. Unless, of course, you want him to have you...”

I licked my lips, “Please, if you-”

“Shut up. Now.”

She sighed and rolled her eyes and then nodded to him again, “Gag her.”

A wide, white cloth was pulled into my mouth. He pulled it as far back as he could. I couldn't even close my mouth. Then when he knotted it, the pull in the corners of my mouth was almost unbearable. He then pulled out an Ace bandage and started to gag me again.

With each wrap around my head, the bandage and the gag got tighter and tighter. It pulled back into my little mouth cruelly. I tried to close my mouth, but the pressure in the back was such that there was no way that was going to happen.

I whimpered when he brought out the duct tape. I heard the ripping sound and I moaned. He simply wrapped over the two other gags. The gag was beginning to hurt a little. When he finally stopped, I could feel the pressure on my face...even on my eyes.

She looked at me, pointed at my face with one hand and tossed a roll of black electricians' tape with the other to her man, “Clean it up.”

I begged and shook my head. I begged and begged and begged, even with my eyes I begged. But all that would come out of my mouth was “ah..ahhhh...ahh...ahhh...”

She gave me a wicked grin, “Sorry, I can't understand you...”

The thin, black tape wound around my head. Into my gagged mouth, over my cheeks, back behind my head...over and over. Finally, he was done. And I found myself moaning uncontrollably.

She scooted next to me and put an around me, “There, there....the gag will only be on there for the ride back to my place, about forty-five minutes. Oh, look at that...you're already drooling...”

She was right. I could feel the thin line of warm drool drop from my upper lip. It was followed by a somewhat thicker strand from my lower lip and over my chin.

She slowly laid me me back as the van started moving. She had my head cradled on one arm. She ran her other hand from my neck, slowly over the swell of one breast, and over my stomach. I looked at her wide-eyed, knowing....

She whispered, “Just obey me, do what I say...and I will make you feel SO good...”

Her hand went underneath the band of my panties. Fingertips floating where I shaved that day, seeing her smile as she realized that, finally, a finger tip caressing a lip...and she looked surprised and her features softened.

Looking down at me, a beautiful smile, “Oh baby...you're so wet...”

Her finger slipped into me and I moaned. She moved it slowly inside of me, thrusting and circular movements. Soon, I was squeezing her hand between my thighs, writhing a little, my eyes going unfocused, repeating the only sound I could make, “ah...ah...ah...”

She nuzzled my neck and kissed my cheek, “We're going to have SO much FUN...”

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! 

A Closet (story)

I have no idea where you took me. You made sure I was blindfolded the whole time.

My wrists are in heavy cuffs. Fur-lined. You placed the chain of the cuffs onto something like a hook. I heard a chain go through a pulley. And up my arms went.

Hands over my head, stretched up on my black heels, the only clothing you let me wear after making me strip for you.

I was blind, I could only hear your breathing as I took off my clothes. You took my hands and placed them in cuffs and led me away. Never knowing. Perfectly blind.

I heard a door open. You gently pushed me forward and then turned me around. That's when you pulled my arms up.

You commanded me to open my mouth. And I did. Suddenly, I felt the ball being pushed past my lips, into my tiny mouth, stretching it. You pulled hard on the leather straps, they cut into my cheeks as you pulled hard and cinched it.

You patted my stomach, telling me I'm in a special closet. Then I heard a door close and your footsteps went away. I stood there, stretching upwards, weight on my wrists, almost suspended by them.

I don't know how long you were away. But my arms are aching so bad right now. My jaw hurts from the gag. My feet getting sore in my heels. I've been moaning more and more...but still careful not to drool, not to lose that one, last bit of control over my body.

Your footsteps come back to me. The door creaks open. I feel your hands on my cheeks, thumbs caressing. I sigh into my gag, hoping for relief and loving the touch.

Your hands move back, slowly, fingers tracing the blindfold, caressing my brown hair. You make me feel so good. My body moves and writhes. I need more. My body wants more. I make a small noise, almost a demand...

I'm wet. I'm helpless. I don't care. I want your fingers, your tongue, anything...inside me, where its warm, wet..needy and greedy...I want to cum so badly. I want to cum so badly, for you...

The blindfold slips away. I blink into the light that comes from behind you. I look up into your beautiful face. Wanting you to kiss my gagged lips, almost afraid that I might pass out if you do...

Your finger traces a small circle on my stomach. And I want it, want it, want it...please, baby, oh, please make me do it...make me dirty for you...

I look and give you my dark eyes, I beg you with them, plead for your touch with them, trying to tell you about the ache and the desire and the relief and...oh, *everything*...

I beg on final time through my gag, “Pllllllsssshhhhhh.....plllllsshhhh....”

I feel the warm trickle of drool slide over my chin, dropping onto my breasts. And I start to cry when you smile, shake your head and close the door...locking it...

Cruel Symphony (short story)

It's intermission at the symphony. When we go back in, we will finish the concert with Beethoven's 5^th. I like it that you take me to the Baltimore Symphony. I don't have to worry about what I'm going to wear because you always buy me dresses for nights like this.

Nothing over the top tonight. Black heels, a simple, strapless black dress that goes to my ankles, small slit up the side, modest. I'm wearing the black ribbon on my neck. You wanted my hair up tonight, you like to look at my neck.

We have dress circle seats, so we are at the bar, one of the upper levels. I get to look down and watch everyone walk, talk, clink glasses...and I'm simply relaxing on the railing, chin on one hand.

You come back to me and hand me a glass. It's a sweet pinot grigio, Woodbridge. I crinkle my nose a little, but I take it anyway. I like my pinot grigio from Italy, nice and dry. Beggars can't be choosers at a limited bar. I sip at it.

You move behind me, placing your hand on the small of my back. I feel you lean in, face close to my ear. Your thumb lightly strokes my back in small circles. I sigh a little, bring the wine up in both hands and take another sip.

Your breath tickles me when you whisper in my ear, “I want to kiss your neck.”

I shiver. I say nothing.

“I want you, in your dress, in ropes, tightly, I want the ropes to hurt you...”

I close my eyes, wondering if anyone can hear you.

“I want the gag too tight in your mouth...”

The glass trembles in my hands.

“I want you to cum for me, as many times as you can...”

I lick my lips.

“I want to ruin your dress...”

I'm not sure I can stand for much longer.

“I want to ruin you...”

The lights dim and you slowly pull away from me, hand gliding off of my back. My mouth is slightly open, eyes half-lidded, chest heaving..I have to carefully set the glass down. You are already going to our seats.

You are going to make me sit there, through the rest of the concert, thinking about everything you said...the ropes cutting into me, making me helpless, the gag so hard in my mouth and the drool, oh god you will make me drool in this dress...

And I know, as I sit there in the balcony, watching the conductor whip up the orchestra, that you will make me cum and cum and cum and cum until the final orgasm will make me scream and I will pass out, the last thing I will know will be your arms catching me...and you are making me sit here, making me wait....

You are so cruel...so damned cruel....

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Baltimore Symphony Orchestra –

http://www.bsomusic.org/ 

Sample of tonight's music while writing this:

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gvlNy8CdlIY&index=42&list=PLbkJYWuMnRNcrlAcoPvQujXqHg-uUAxIQ  

Written with my favorite, well-chewed, ballgag in my little mouth. Would you like to take me to the symphony?

Mmmmpphh!!!!

The Gag and the Crop (story)

I kneel before her, looking up into her feline eyes, trying so hard not to beg her to let me cum this time.

She has me in black lace tonight. Panties and bra. Black stocking and my little feet in black heels. My brown hair is slicked back, face made up, a special shade of red for my lips. She put on the collar with the single silver ring and put a leash on me; I am her pet tonight.

My ankles are in snug, fur-lined heavy, leather cuffs. A spreader bar keeps me from closing my legs together. My hands are also in similar cuffs, with small padlocks locking me in. A belt above and below my chest are pinning my arms to my back. So, so, so tight yet still comfortable.

I lick my lips as she taps the crop into the palm of her hand. She's beautiful. Soft, blonde hair piled up off the back of her neck (oh, I so want to kiss her there), blue eyes that make me melt...and her lips...oh, god...I want her lips all over me...

She turns back to the table. Her boots click on the floor and I have sudden urge to want to lick them, taste the leather, submit and clean them with my tiny, pink tongue. She teases me a little as she wiggles her behind, tight skirt forming perfectly on her. She comes back, dangling a ball gag from one hand.

She holds it up to my face by the straps and commands me, “Lick it. Now.”

I obediently lean forward, my eyes never leaving her face, and that tiny tongue of mine flicks out and the tip touches the red ball of the gag. My eyes go half-lidded as I slowly lick the ball, I make small, sighs and moans as I do it, eyes unfocused, concentrating on the taste of the rubber.

She pulls it away and I pout a little. She brings it back and commands me again, “Kiss it. Now.”

I let out a little “oh” and lean forward, close my eyes, and press my lips on the ball and I keep them there. I want this ball in my mouth. I need this ball in my mouth. After a long moment, I lean back, lick my lips yet again and look up the goddess who wants t hurt me.

“Open your mouth. Now.”

I open my small mouth as wide as I can. It isn't much. But I try. I look at her as she slowly moves the gag to my tiny mouth. She stops just as the ball touches my lower lip. I let out a pleading noise; no words, just a needy sound. She smiles in an evil manner.

She uses her thumb to slowly...oh, so slowly...push the ball into my mouth. It goes past my teeth. It forces itself on my glistening tongue. My eyes roll back in ecstasy. When I open them again...the whole world is hazy and a million miles away.

She pulls on the straps behind my head. The leather straps put pressure on my cheeks before they cruelly cut in. The ball is almost to the back of my throat. I simply kneel, looking ahead vacantly, making soft noises, against my own will.

She walks to the table again. I am lost in subspace. I don't care about anything but the pressure of the restraints. I can't move. I can't control anything. I don't want to control anything. The only thing I really want is this forever; bound, gagged and a lovely woman who will both give me pain and pleasure.

She gently lifts my chin with the crop. She brought it back. The crop glides over my gagged lips, the gag. It softly touches my cheeks. I move my head into the crop, savoring the smell of the leather. It moves under my chin and down my neck, over the collar.

It tickles me as she brings it to my bosom. She has a light touch. She strokes me there with the crop. Softly, so softly...I anticipate the the sting of it. But she strikes my breasts. Instead, she teases me as she works her way back up. She finally rests it on one cheek.

She bends over and I smell jasmine. I love that smell. It makes me want her even more. With the crop on one cheek, she caresses the other with her hand.

The sting on my face surprises me. I can feel my cheek heat up under the crop. She viciously turns my head and strikes my other cheek. This time, I moan so loudly and my hips buck. It feels sooooo good...

She strikes me again and this time, when I moan out a plea to fuck me, drool spills over my chin and plops onto the floor.

She stops striking my face. My chest is heaving and I want her so bad. I want her to make me do it, to make me cum for her. I nod at her when she pulls on the leash. Wide-eyed, ready, I look up at her...wanting, wanting, oh my god, wanting so badly....

She giggles and steps back. She appraises me for a moment, crop tapping on her leg. She shakes her head, “No. Not tonight. You don't deserve to cum, you silly cunt.”

She turns on her heels and walks to the door, “Any last words? I won't be back for thirty minutes...”

I plead and beg with my eyes, leaning forward, belts pushing and pulling against me, my gag pulling inwards, I manage one gagged message, “Plsh....plsh...plsh...”

I repeat it over and over, warm drool cascading down, getting more and more frantic as she slowly closes the door until I start to cry as the lock clicks.

“Plsh...plsh...mmoh, plsh...plsh...plsh...”