NEW PICTURES!!!! 6/13/22

 It's been a little while since I've posted pictures of myself, so here are some new ones!!! Blue, as always, was helpful in taking the pictures. Enjoy!

(Brand new gear!)

Have to make sure my hands won't do anything!

My Butt!

FOR THOSE WHO LIKE SHOES & FEET!

STANDING HELPLESSLY!

HELPLESS ON THE BED!!

ME JUST SMILING....

 

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.....

  

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... 

The Vat of Doom (story)

Being a secretary is hard work. The office work is fine, it's having to deal with that the boss likes to fondle my butt and trying to kiss me all the time. And he's always finding excuses to bend me over his desk for a spanking...being late, mistakes, forgetting things...and the thing is that he makes it up most of the time.

He's a creep. But then again, he fits the mold of the owner of a chemical company; corrupt, always sweaty and lacking any sort of ethics. With all of this rust and slimy stuff dripping down the walls, I guess he wants something nice to look at. At least we both agree on that.

Today, I wore my hair up in a bun with nice, red lipstick on. I had my glasses on today, not that I needed them, but it seems to add a little something for my boss, so hopefully he'll say yes to my day off request tomorrow. I also wore the high-neck, long-sleeved white blouse that he likes. Nice, knee-length, black skirt. And hose, he loves it when I wear hose. And my nice, black heels. I just wished he wasn't such a troll...

It was late when I got out to my car. As I sat in and started it, I remembered the notes I had to transcribe. If I didn't get it done then not only would I get spanked first thing...which I wouldn't mind if it was someone from my little BDSM group...but he would also say no to my day off!

I went up the stairs to the office. When I got to the office door, I stopped. It was kicked in. I slowly walked in. The office was ransacked. Papers everywhere. I saw some movement from the window that overlooked the work floor. I walked up to it and searched the floor. I thought I saw someone moving around the vats. I peered closely and saw a couple people on the catwalk above the vats. They saw me and pointed.

I stepped back. I was scared and figured I should get the hell out. But before I could turn, a beefy arm grabbed me by my waist and pinned my arms to my sides. I opened my mouth to scream but a rag was shoved over my little mouth and nose.

I screamed into the rag and struggled. The rag had a sweet smell to it. I brought my legs up and kicked outward, but he just held me and let me kick. I tried whipping my head back and forth to get away from the rag, but his huge hand kept my head in place.

I moved my shoulders violently and kept screaming. But the sweet smell was overpowering and it was getting a little hard to breathe. And I was starting to get tired. I kept fighting and kept getting weaker. And weaker.

Soon, I was just whimpering. My arms made light slaps against the large arm holding me. I could barely get my legs up. I was so sleepy. It was getting hard to keep my eyes open.

Finally, my body wouldn't respond to my commands. The urge to sleep overwhelming. My eyes rolled back into my head as my body gave up and went limp. Before the swirling darkness took me, I heard a voice...

“We're going to have to get rid of the bitch.”

And then it went black.

When I came to, my head was hanging down. I was confused. How was I upright when my legs were so weak they were bent at the knees?

I groggily lifted up my head. That's when I noticed my arms were upright. Then I noticed a slight throb in my wrists. Looking up further, I saw that my hands were tied with rope at the wrists; hands slightly discolored. I pulled on my wrists and couldn't pull them down. Then as my vision cleared a little, I noticed that my wrists were placed on a hook at the end of a chain.

I started blinking more rapidly as there were the sound of a motor and the chain pulled up, taking my arms with it. As I was pulled up, my arms stretched. Soon, my hands were high above me and I was standing up straight. I looked forward and realized I was on the edge of the catwalk, right over the work floor. My eyes went down and saw the vat of green acid bubbling below me.

My eyes went wide and I screamed for help and started to move backwards. That's when I discovered two more things about my predicament. First, my legs wouldn't move because they were also bound with rope at my knees and ankles. Second, my scream was severely muffled. I was gagged.

They took no chances with anyone hearing me cry for help. The gag was pretty effective. My mouth was packed with a sponge. It filled my mouth and cheeks. I couldn't even close my tiny mouth! And to hold it in was tape, and a lot of it! It was wrapped around my head several times. I could feel it smashing my cheeks. All I could do was moan, whimper and beg...and no one outside would be able to hear any of that....

Two thugs appeared on either side of me. One of them pulled me back from the lip of the catwalk as the other stood in front of me. They were wearing black tactical suits and balaclavas. Both were very large and tall men...but then again, everyone is bigger and taller than me.

The one in front of me grabbed my chin and lifted my face up, “If you had just driven away, we wouldn't have to do this to you. But no, you had to come back. And now you have to disappear.”

His hand dropped down and he fondled one of my breasts, he laughed when I tired to jerk away, “Too late for that honey, far, far too late...”

He sighed sadly, “I actually really don't want to do this. But...we don't have the time to give you a proper send off, I'm afraid.”

He stepped away and motioned to the other thug, He had walked back to the crane controls and was waiting for the go ahead. Now that he had it, he flipped a switch and I started to slowly rise again.

There was a strain on my arms as my body was lifted off of the cat walk. The chain slowly clinked upwards. Until finally, my bound, heeled feet lifted off the grate of the catwalk. For a moment, I felt as if I was floating but then the chain jerked to a stop. I started to slowly twist in a circle.

I heard the thug throw another switch and push a lever. The crane started moving me forward, to the edge of the catwalk. Slowly turning, I saw the thug who groped me and pleaded with my eyes. He shook his head and then I was clear of the catwalk.

For just a moment, I hung there. Twisting. Then I looked down. The boiling vat of green acid a mere twenty feet below me. I screamed for help as my eyes grew wide. I struggled on the chain. And then the crane made another noise, and I was being lowered. Lowered into a painful and slow death.

I bucked my hips. Twisted my body. Looking desperately upwards, trying to get my fingers to the knot on my wrists. Not working and starting to panic. Whimpering the whole time. Massively struggling as the my descent continued.

I kept lifting my legs, as if I could prevent my oncoming death by just keeping them up. But I couldn't and my bound legs kept jerking back down. I stopped thrashing for a moment as I felt my heels start to slide off.

I was horribly transfixed as I looked down at my feet. The heels slowly sliding off. Coming off of my heels, leaving the soles of my feet. Dangling by my toes. I tried to move my toes up in an absurd attempt to keep my heels, but they fell off.

The both dropped into the acid at the same time. I watched them without blinking. Watching them dissolve. Bubbling, watching the acid peel away the leather, causing it to blister until finally, the last of the heel slipped under, causing a small bubble to rise and burst.

I screamed into the gag again. And as I was lowered down, I caught the eye of the one thug who molested me. I begged him with my eyes. I screamed into the gag. Hoping that he would hear me and understand me.

Through the gag, I promised him and his friend my body. I would fuck them both. Suck their cocks like they were the tastiest things on earth, I would swallow all they had to give me. I would let them tie me up, spank me, whip me, never to be free again, but allowed to live to be their slave, their fuck-slut, their bondage-whore forever...I would fuck them and fuck them and fuck them sooo goooood...just please, please, please don't kill me...

Soon, I realized how much I was looking up. When I looked down, I was mere inches away from my death. I screamed and screamed. I could feel the heat of the vat on my feet. A slight sting of acid as a bubble burst and sent a little bit on to my feet.

My eyes wide and getting wider, I let out one final scream. A final, gagged, PLEASE to the thug above. My eyes crossed and my head fell forward one last time as I fainted. The last thing I was aware of was my hands spasming in one last attempt to get free....

I came to in the back of a car. A limo. I blinked. I let out a please sigh as a hand was caressing my breast, lightly pinching my nipple. My unfocused eyes half-opened, staring at the ceiling of the car; I was with someone from my weekly BDSM group. And then I remembered.

I jerked forward. My breasts spilling out from my unbuttoned blouse. I discovered that my hands were handcuffed behind me. My ankles cuffed as well. A hard ballgag in my mouth.

I struggled in the backseat. My glasses fell off, a stand of brown hair in my face. A hand grabbed my neck and shoved me back. It squeezed my throat tight, making me gasp for air. I became compliant real quick. My eyes looked to the side.

A woman with short, black hair, blue, feline eyes smiling at me. Dressed in black catsuit. She squeezed harder and I couldn't breathe at all. Her smile turned cruel. As my lungs started to burn she started to talk to me.

“You were to cute to kill. But, you saw too much. So. You have to make a choice. I can strangle right now and toss your body out the door without stopping. Or you can be our little slut for our use for the rest of your life. Blink your eyes once if you want to be a slut for us.”

I blinked. Ears roaring and hard to see from lack of oxygen. She let go and my head jerked froward again for air. After taking in air for a few moments, I felt her hand resume fondling me again. Her other hand going up my skirt.

Her fingers at my top of my hose, pulling it down, “You will never be free again. No one will ever see you again. You will be in bondage and cages quite often. I hope you like gags. You will serve us sexually whenever we want, wherever we want. We own you now.”

Fingers now at my panties and pulling at them, her other arm now around my shoulders, and I wondered why I was so wet, “But...in exchange...the money from our crimes...will give you everything else you want.”

My owner kissed the gag in my mouth. And I offered her my body by pushing my chest into her and taking her fingers into my wet pussy.

Being a sex slave and pampered for the rest of my life seems like a good thing compared to being a secretary to a sweaty pervert.... 

On My Knees (very short story)

(press play before reading)

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.....