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

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I'm a fan and collector of vintage, bondage movies, especially from the late 80's through the 90's. I have a lot of HOM and Harmony. But one of my all-time favorites has to be the over-the-top, almost campy, movies made by ZFX/Shockwave.

They were always meant to be brutal and hardcore. And they usually pulled off, but you had to have a little bit of suspension of disbelief with the effects. But the models they used were gorgeous and real to me. The movies all had stories ranging from kidnappers to robotic pimps to tentacle monsters to science-gone-awry and included really cruel bondage and gags as well as unique tortures and one of my dark little favorites: asphyxiation. A submissive like me would always enjoy at least a few movies made by ZFX...

So, one night, after I bound and gagged myself and pressed play and watched a ZFX movie while using a vibe on myself, I noticed that there were glitches on the video I hadn't seen before. After cumming a couple of times, I let the video play as I undid my bounds and as I pulled the ball gag out of my little mouth, I saw another glitch happen.

I left the gag around my neck and used the mouse to bring the movie back to the glitch. When I really looked at it, I thought I saw buildings in the glitch. I kept replaying it, slowing it down more and more. And to my amazement...I recognized the buildings! They were here in Baltimore! After some time, I realized that they were about six blocks away, in a small, run-down section of town. Near a few pawn shops.

Curious, I decided to go and visit these buildings the next day.

I walked the six blocks, not too far away. But it was cold out, so I had on my jeans, a white sweater and black jacket. I decided to go in comfort and wear sneakers for the walk.

When I got there, it was just like on the video, the block was kind of run down. Nobody was walking around and the pawnshops were all closed. But there was the one store front with an open sign blinking.

The windows were covered by locked gate. But they had signs advertising adult movies and magazines for sale. I was pretty familiar with Baltimore's adult stores and I was not afraid to go into them...but I did not recall this one at all. I stood at the door for a moment, looking at the blinking sign and decided to go in, out of the cold. I figured I could check out the movies and see if I could find some gear to vintage movies to buy.

It was like any other adult store I've been in. Very plain, a lot of shelves for movies and magazines and gear hanging off of walls or thrown into bins. There was the obligatory counter near the door. And at the back, a doorway with a curtain hanging in it; the entrance to the video booths. It was a little bit dark, only two lights were on. And weirdly, the place was empty.

I walked around the store. Saw the big dildos, the vibes, anal plugs. Then on to the bondage gear of handcuffs, cheap bit and ball gags. Standard stuff. Then I looked at the magazine racks...and then went to the movies shelves. And much to my surprise...it was nothing but ZFX and Shockwave movies. Nothing else. I think every movie made by them was present. I looked at the collection for a long time, figuring out what I didn't have and wanted to buy that day.

Sounds came from the door in the back. I looked at the curtain hanging in the door and took a moment to listen to the moans coming from within. Obviously, the booth doors were open and the movie trailers were playing. I licked my lips and felt...compelled to go past the curtain.

I walked to the door and and moved the old, red curtain to the side. Typically there was one hallway that went straight back. Just one light bulb lighting it. I walked slowly down the hall, looking into each booth since the doors were all open. But all the booths had screens that were off, totally black. Except for the last booth, where the moaning was coming from.

I peered in and saw the trailer for ZFX's “Guilty” playing. After a moment, I went inside and pulled the door closed, just like you are supposed to. I clicked the latch so no one would come in. Then I reached into my purse to pull out a quarter but...there was no slot. Just a START button. I pressed it.

The screen went white and then the ZFX/Shockwave logo came up and it looked like it was playing all the trailers for movies they had made. I sat down on the little bench, relieved that the think cushion didn't appear to be sticky. I sat down, leaned back and watched the trailers. They were pretty hot and I started to feel a little...turned on. I smiled a little at myself, but my smile slowly slipped away.

My mouth dropped opened as I realized what I was watching. All of the women in the trailers who were the victims of kidnappings...then being whipped, electrocuted, strangled, bound, gagged and violated...all of those damsels...they were me. I was the victim in all of the trailers!!!

Stunned, I just sat there. Trying to figure out what the hell was going on. Then I screamed loudly when hands grabbed my ankles.

I tried to stand up and pull away, but suddenly all of these smooth, white arms and hands came through the walls and pulled me down. Hard hands and arms pinned my legs to the bench. I tried to pry them loose, but then more arms crossed my torso, pinning my arms to my sides. Impossibly strong hands held my wrists to the wall.

I started screaming for help, my head whipping back and forth, trying to see if anyone was around to hear me. Then a hand placed itself over my forehead and pulled me back against the wall. The video was playing the Robopimp trailer and I could see myself in the role Lisa Kincaid played...sucking on a dildo against my will in the trailer just as it happened to her in the movie.

I was firmly held to the bench and wall by these horrible, alien arms and hands. Again, I started screaming for help. Out of the corner of my eye I saw a hand materialize from the wall and slip over my cheeks, over my little mouth and then pressed down roughly; I was hand gagged.

I screamed into the hand and only heard muffled sounds. I struggled but was held fast. I struggled as I saw myself in the trailers. Eyes rolling back as I was hit with a taser, struggling in bondage, drooling over gags, violated over and over by men, women and tentacles....watching the trailer-version of me be the victim over and over and over...the hands making me watch.

Then I felt the hands creep up and cup my breasts over the sweater. I softly pleaded no into the hand gag. Eyes wide. The hands started to be rougher, then finally mauling my breasts, making me squirm in desperation. Not wanting it at all...but horrified that it felt good.

I screamed no over and over into the hand over my mouth, muffled. Eyes wide in fear. A hand had slipped into my jeans, over my panties and was rubbing me. I begged and begged and begged and pleaded and whimpered as the hands made me wet against my will....

And as the hands worked my body, as I was getting turned on, as I was still struggling, making it that much more erotic for myself despite my fear and wanting to flee...the trailers stopped. The screen went white.

Whimpering, chest heaving against the arms and hands...a face slowly appeared. A pretty, but sadistic face. A model who has played the victim before, but also as the villainess. She smirking at me. Her name came to me: Chandra Sweet.

Her face looked me up and down and arched an eyebrow. She gave me an evil smile as he hands got rougher and I let out a moan that was surprisingly based in pleasure and I hated it. Chandra licked her lips and said, “Give it up, bitch. You know you love it. You know want it. You fucking whore.”

I struggled as she continued, “Oh yeah, bitch. You are a whore, you just don't know it yet. But when you come to the other side and we'll show you. Oh yeah, we'll make you the best whore ever.”

She continued, “But you're still in that world and not ours. So, why don't you come on over. Just say yes to the hand and we'll transport you to our dimension in a flash of light!”

I screamed a no into the hand.

Chandra rolled her eyes, “Fine. Have it your way, bitch.”

A panel opened below the screen. Total blackness inside, no light all. But I could hear a hissing sound coming closer and closer. I whimpered and tried to turn away. And then quicker than I could see, black ribbons shot from the panel.

They started at my feet and wrapped themselves around them. The hands started to disappear as the ribbons went up my legs, wrapping so tightly I could barely stand it.

As they worked their way up, they pulled my body my down to the floor slowly, inch by inch, as the hands gave way to the black ribbons. Soon, my torso was encased and I was sitting on the floor. Without a hand over my mouth, I started to beg.

I begged Chandra to let me go. That I would do anything, that I wouldn't tell anyone, give her money, anything. She simply smirked at me.

I moaned over and over to please let me go as the ribbon wrapped itself around my neck. My pleas were cut off as I was gagged by the ribbons. The ribbons covered my whole head and nose but not my eyes.

I couldn't breathed and tried to tell Chandra. She just shrugged in the screen. My lungs started to burn without oxygen. I panicked and tried to break free. All I managed to do was suck ribbon into my nose. My eyes started to roll up and go unfocused. I tried to concentrate but was failing. And I was slowly being pulled to the open panel. To the blackness inside.

As my mummified body was being pulled in, the last thing I saw and heard was Chandra Sweet laughing and laughing and laughing and then I was pulled into the darkness with one last muffled scream of “Please!”

End Part One

A Secretary's Need (story)

Ok, this is the last of the breathplay stories I had written for that breathplay site. I hope you enjoy it!

And please remember to vote for the cosplay for my Otakon kidnap opportunity! Go here for details: https://thegaggedgirl.blogspot.com/2019/06/it-isalmost-that-time-again-suzy-kidnap.html 

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I stayed late to wrap up some things at the office for the accounts manager before leaving for a long weekend. Every other Saturday, I physically report to the dungeon for duties as assigned. This weekend, I was to be a hostess...which means an evening of really tight bondage and gags...and hobbling around to show guests and their own slaves around. Whenever I pull this duty, I go for a long weekend because it usually takes a day for me to recover and for all the visible rope marks to go away. 

And it also means that I was spending the entire day distracted. Dreaming of strict bondage, several types of gags shoved into my little mouth over the evening, fondling, spanking...I spent the day continuously wet.

I went into the manager's office to put away the last files before leaving. The manager had already left two hours ago. After putting the files away, I walked past the desk and saw the balled up laundry cleaning bag in the otherwise empty waste basket. I stared for a moment, dreaming of being helpless, bagged, worked over with a vibe, struggling for air hoping to last long enough for an orgasm before passing out...

I shook my head and left the office. I went to my desk and started closing things down. I was the last one there. I looked around. The bag was right there...but, out here, in the open? I laughed at myself at the thought of getting off right there, especially with someone who might walk in.

I looked around as I shut off the lamp on my desk and noticed that the office supply closet door was open. I did a hard blink. I slowly looked back at the manager's office. I licked my lips, went back to the wastebasket and snatched the clear, laundry bag out of the wastebasket.

Frantically looking around, I made my way to the supply closet and slipped in. I didn't see anyone around, but I wanted as much privacy as I could get. The closet was perfect.

I entered and flicked the light switch. On three walls were tall shelves of office supplies. A stool at the end. I closed the door behind me.

I looked at the bag. There were no rips in it. Just the one hole for the hanger. I found the clear packaging tape and fixed that. Then I found the rubber bands, the larger ones. I needed to cinch the bag.

I closed my eyes for a moment. Was I really going to do this? Couldn't I just wait? Am I that desperate? Did I need it that badly?

I felt a small throb in my pussy. Yes. Yes, I did need it...

I looked around on the floor and the stool. My outfit wouldn't get dirty, or at least, dirty enough to raise question. My jacket was back at my desk. I had on my knee-length tan skirt, a long-sleeved white blouse, hair back in a white head band and sensible, brown heels. I took a moment to be thankful for no hose...at this point, I was so ready I would have just a ripped a hole in them.

I lifted up my skirt and bent over a little. I slid my white panties down past my knees and let them fall to my ankles. I let my hands wander up from my thighs and they cupped my covered breasts. I closed my eyes; I was wondering who my fantasy attacker would be. The silver fox a floor down? The Asian girl with beautiful long hair two desks down from me? The executive down the hall who could pass for Catherine Zeta Jones? The really buff FedEx guy? All of them?

As I was deciding, I unbuttoned my blouse. I opened it up and looked at the top of my breasts. I gently pulled the tan bra down, exposing my nipples. I played with them with my finger tips, pretending my attacker was teasing me. I groped myself, whispering, “Please, stop!”, pretending as well. I started to slip into subspace and with eyes half-lidded, I looked to the right and saw the black, large paper clips.

The first one, I had to cover my mouth, I moaned so loudly with the pressure and pain. And so much pleasure. The second one was placed with mu lips firmly placed, but still whimpering...my pretend attacker was being so cruel.

With one hand on a breast, the other made its way down. I ran a finger over my moist lips, glad I shaved earlier. Rubbing and gliding, making my already wet pussy soaked, whispering for my imaginary attacker to stop, please stop, please, I'll be good, I won't tell just stop....

My knees started to go weak so I sat on the stool, leaned back and kept going. Whimpering and moaning. Nipples hurting under the clips in delicious pain. Now both hands were working; one on the clit, and a finger going in and probing, hard.

I opened my eyes and saw on the bottom shelf a fat marker and hand lotion. I licked my lips; was I that desperate? I closed my eyes, pretended that my attacker was raping me. Head leaning back, a pressure building up fast, ready to burst. It was time for the bag.

I stopped long enough to grab the bag and pull it over my head. Pulling two rubber bands over and down, feeling the plastic cinch into my neck. I was sealed, only so much air. My pretend attacker was going to kill me while raping me....

I completely slipped into subspace. I begged, I moaned, I pleaded and all the while, my fingers driving up the amount of pressure. And finally, that bag grew warm with stale air. The plastic was starting close in a little bit more with each breath.

I slowly slipped off the stool. I was laying on the cold floor. Hand working myself, the clips were unbearable, the bag fogging up..still whimpering and moaning and just saying “no, stop” over and over and over....

One hand shot out and grabbed the fat marker. Clumsily used the hand lotion to lube it. My left hand took over my clit, my right held the lubed marker, reached behind me and forced it into my little, butthole.

My eyes rolled back into my head. It felt so huge in me! Filling me. Almost too much. And as I thrust it in, in the shock of it, I took a deep breath and plastic reached almost all the way to my throat.

My eyes were closed, but my head started whipping around in a futile effort to get the plastic out. It moved some, but not completely and my small, pink tongue kept stabbing at it to force it out, but the only got the plastic stuck to it.

All the while, my fingers rubbed at my clit furiously. The marker being moved inside of me. No air to whimper or moan or beg, just enough to grunt.

Grunting as my imaginary attacker used me, filled me, took my breath away, telling I was a whore, a meat hole, fuck meat, such a dirty whore, such a dirty slut and I agreed. I was such a dirty slut, such a whore...yes, yes, I am a dirty slut, let me cum let me cum, please oh god don't kill me before I cum, I'm a dirty slut, I'm a dirty slut, OH MY GOD I'M A DIRTY SLUT!!!!
My lungs burned only for a moment before euphoria set in. My head was madly moving around on its own, eyes only showing whites, little mouth wide open, plastic sucked too far in with just my tiny tongue trying to break through.

The pressure broke with an explosion. My orgasm was violent. My hips bucked, one leg kicked so hard the heel came flying off, exposing my small foot. Not enough air for me to scream out my orgasm, feeling as if electricity was being coursed through me, there was no control. Just my body convulsing, grunting and trying so, so, SO hard to breathe...

Almost on its own, one hand ripped a hole into the bag, Cool air rushed in and I just laid there, breathing greedily My body twisted on its side. Hands limp on the floor. Eyes closed and still panting. A ripped plastic bag around my neck. Panties around my ankles, skirt hiked up. A marker sticking out of me. I bet I made quite the picture.

After what seemed like forever, I picked myself up. I reset my clothes and picked up everything I used. I cautiously opened the door. Looked around and saw no one. Threw the bag and marker away. I cleaned myself up in the ladies room. Feeling tired, satisfied and feeling marvelously like a dirty girl, I left work.

As I rode the elevator down, I thought, “Oh yes, I AM a dirty slut....”

Just a little question...

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

Kidnap Opportunity and Alley Walk Earlier Today (4/24/17)

Sadly...I wasn't “kidnapped” to get a Thai dinner. So sad....

But, I was able to do an alley walk!! For those of you who don't know what that is, I basically find an alley in Baltimore, put on cuffs and a gag and walk up down an alley a few times...will I be discovered? Am I being watched? All of that does it for me...

So, from the Fetlife post, here is what I wore today:

jeans, black converse sneakers with black socks (cross bones on them), a Misfits tee and a pea coat. Just had my hair cut, but will be wearing a white head band. Also, a choker with my silver ankh on it. I'll be wearing a black backpack.

And here is what I brought with me:

 inside my back pack, will be a pair of quick-release handcuffs, my soft bit gag and a large, black ball gag. And there will be a pair of sunglasses that I will be wearing for the alley walk

And here is the picture of the alley I was in today (4/25/17):

I hung out under the fire escape for a little while. Hand cuffed behind me. Big, black ball gag in my tiny mouth. Struggling, wondering if someone would find me...

Hoping that someone would. A man or woman just passing by, seeing me trying to get free and as they approach me, I would beg for help while gagged. Only to my horror and excitement...they would reach under my tee and fondle my breasts as I try to make gagged pleas for help...and then turn my red face away as my jeans are pulled down...seeing that I shave down there...kneeling down as they pull my clothes to my ankles...licking me, fingering me...me whimpering for it to stop, even as I move my hips, even as I get wetter, even as I scream no into the gag, my mind is begging for an orgasm....

But, that also didn't happen. Sigh...

Perhaps next time....

...mmmppphhh...

(wrote this naked and in a bit gag)

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...”

Choose my evening...

You get to choose my evening. I have next Tuesday evening off and I will be by myself. So, please choose, for me, a few things for that evening.

For starters, I will be on the sofa, bound and gagged. I will be using a combination of rope and soft cuffs as my restraints and my chewed up, red ball gag for my little mouth. Otherwise, you get to choose the following:

What do I wear:

Secretary outfit

Schoolgirl outfit

Bra and panties

Naked

How do I play with myself:

Hitachi

Fingers

What movie do I watch while doing it:

666

Gangland 3

As Darkness Falls

Please either let me know your choices here, or email me at suzylikestheropes@hotmail.com .

And, as always, the door will be unlocked that evening. Ok, now going to bed with a cleave gag, handcuffs and my hitachi and fantasize being kidnapped, bound, gagged, molested and made to cum for my lady kidnapper and her manservant....

A Desire to be Fingered at 9:59PM 6/3/16

I want a woman to use me, dominate me, make me ride her finger, I would be so wet that she could just slip her fingers right on in....

I want a man to take to take control of me, to take away my freedom, make me moan into my gag as his finger slides in...

Quite simply, I want to be helpless, I want to be pleasured, I want the dirty feeling of being so desperate for pleasure that I want my pussy to squeeze a finger that is inside of me...

I just want to be that dirty slut in bondage laid out for any man or woman to play with...

I'm so wet right now...I'm gagged very tightly with a ball gag and I'm already drooling, my tee is pulled over my breasts and the nipple clamps make me feel soooooo dirty...and I want to be naughty and bad and slutty and I'm going to finger myself......please tell me I'm bad, that I'm naughty...tell me all the dirty things you want to make me do....oh fuck I'm so wet....

Mmmmpphh....

Suzy