For NJKidnapper, Ginary and Unisexi

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I hope you all are having a great time at FetCon! I'm here, in my apartment, doing my usual, naughty things. And tonight is movie night, so....

At the moment, I am wearing just a red, pj top. A collar with a single ring on it. Yes, a leash is attached to it. Possibly for later...

My ankles are bound in a belt tie. Two belts firmly cinching my thighs right up against my hitachi vibe. There is another, wider black belt around my torso and under my chest. I have just enough room to squeeze my arms in. And once I do that, on go the metal cuffs with my wrists behind me.

Before I do that, I have to gag myself, of course. I have a small mouth, but...I'm going for endurance tonight, so to make it a little tougher for me, I'm using my big, black ball gag. Stretch my mouth out. Will most definitely be drooling within minutes, and my jaw will probably be sore tomorrow...but I do like my gags, so its worth it!

But before I do any of that, I have to start the movie. I will be placing myself on the couch this evening. Then the gag goes into my tiny mouth. Then on goes the hitachi. Then I cuff myself for the rest of the movie and pretend I'm one of the characters.

Tonight's movie is an oldie but a goodie. Not one of my usual ZFX flicks. It will be “Ivy Manor 2”.

The movie is about an hour long, so I'm thinking possibly 3 orgasms? We'll see. One of my favorites.

As always, the door will be unlocked. If some gentleman demon or vicious vixen were to come in, they could pour themselves a glass of wine (merlot called Velvet Devil, pretty decent) and watch me writhe and moan my way through the movie. Or they could untie my legs and take me out for a walk on the leash.....

And if no one shows up while I'm having my little fun...perhaps I'll untie my legs after the movie is over. Put my arms back into the belt, re-cuff myself and take a late night elevator trip to the basement to the gym and back, walk up and down the hall in my bare feet....

Yes, that is my floor's hallway. A clue to where I live!!! (cue dramatic music)

Alright, it's 2:08 and it's time for me to get started. Gagged kissed to everyone!

Mmmmmmmppphhhh!

The Story (fiction)

(another story I wrote from the Breathplay site, enjoy!

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The Story (fiction)

As a reporter for an online channel, you sometimes have to do some stories that you don't want to do, just to pay the bills. Normally, my boss sends me out on stories on culture; food, wine, the arts...things I know about and enjoy. The channel I work for also has a segment that they call “The Dark Side”. Very cheesy.

This week, “The Dark Side” reporter was unavailable; she was reporting on a thing where you can get yourself kidnapped and we haven't seen in her like two weeks. So, instead of reviewing a new Thai restaurant, my boss plugged me into a story for “The Dark Side”. It was to be about erotic asphyxiation.

I had done my research. I read up on how one can get high off of cutting off oxygen to the brain. Some people even experience hallucinations. And of course, how it can heighten an orgasm to higher level. My boss wanted me to focus on the safety side of this; and the fact that some people die to get this high or orgasm.

The meeting took place in an industrial park that was quite busy. I had been expecting an abandoned, run-down evil-looking place, but...it was just a shop. There were, of course, equipment you might expect: racks, whips, cuffs....standard, television dungeon equipment. The only difference was a metal structure in the middle of the shop. With a white rope noose dangling down.

I met with the Goddess and her pet slave. She was wearing all latex, a bodysuit actually. Very form fitting; her red hair up in a bun. She looked very severe. Her slave, no name for him, was big and muscled. His pants were a little too tight and I could see pretty much everything, which made me blush. But he wore that creepy, leather hood with a gag. Goddess said he was wearing a penis gag. Poor guy.

We sat in two chairs; the slave was on all fours. We had a good, thirty minute interview on the safety of erotic asphyxiation and how deaths occur. I had enough to edit and make a fifteen minute story for the channel segment. That's when Goddess asked if I would like to try the noose around my neck. She thought it would make for good optics.

Not wanting to be rude, I agreed, and honestly, I thought a sign off with a noose around my neck was just cheesy enough for the segment so why not? We reset the camera in front of the gallows, her word not mine and prepared for the shot.

Since I normally do a culture piece, I had an image to maintain. Dressing up the way the now-missing reporter did would make this whole thing look like a third-rate, soft-core porno, so I dressed more conservatively than I normally do.

A beige suit jacket over a long-sleeved, white blouse. High-neck collar and buttoned up, of course. The skirt I chose went past my knees, halfway down my thighs. You can see just enough to know I was wearing hose, and I was wearing short heels. I wore a white headband. Goddess had poked fun at me, asking if I was from the Christian News Network.

I pressed record and walked to the gallows. I had noticed that there was no stage or deck. Goddess simply said she wasn't comfortable with drops and preferred to pull on the rope to lift her so-called willing submissive up by the neck.

She asked me, just as I was approaching if she could cuff my wrists and ankles. I laughed and said no. She shrugged and said she just wanted to show why she would do something like that for safety reasons on camera. After a moment, I gave her permission; it would look good.

As I stood under the noose, her slave approached me in a crawl and put steel cuffs on my ankles. Then he stood up and gently pulled my hands behind me. All the while, Goddess was explaining safety rules. With a very loud click, my wrists were cuffed behind me.

Goddess placed the noose around my neck. I felt a small stab of fear as she cinched tight around my neck. Her slave went to the rope and put his hands on it. I opened my mouth in protest but Goddess quickly told me that he was going to pull just enough to make my head to tilt to one side and then I could make my closing statement with that visual. I nodded, I was still nervous.

Goddess stood next to me and gave her slave a signal. The rope pulled on my neck and my head did tilt some. I was lifted a little bit up, and the noose did cut off a tiny bit of air, but as Goddess said, he would only go so far and stop. I smiled for the camera.

I took a breath and said, “Thank you for watching, my name is Suzy and this is---HRRRGGGKKKK!”

I was viciously pulled up onto my toes, the noose putting pressure on me My mouth went wide open as did my eyes, looking at Goddess. I was squeaking out demands. But Goddess just laughed.

She slipped a gloved hand into my jacket and started to roughly knead my breasts. I squealed and struggled. I demanded that she stop. Then I begged her to. Then I whimpered. And she hissed into my ear, “Oh, stop it! You know you want it you fucking slut...”

As she was groping me roughly, she bit my ear lobe and whispered, “You ARE going to hang, but don't worry, we won't kill you. In fact, if you don't like it...we'll let you go and you can make this an expose, how does that sound?

I tried to nod, but the noose kept me in place. I would have agreed to anything, just get out of that noose! But she kept whispering into my ear.

“But if you LIKE it...then you have to stay here and be my gasper-slut-in-training...deal?”

I croaked out a yes. I mean, obviously I wasn't going to like it! I figured that I could suffer through it and they might let me go!

Goddess smiled a vicious smile. She stepped back and made sure she wasn't in the way of the camera. She snapped her fingers and the slave pulled me into the air.

I panicked, The air cut off immediately. I could tell that my eyes were bugging out, My mouth kept opening and closing. My ankles kicked a little but were held by the cuffs. I tried pulling on the cuffs, but all I managed to do was make myself sway around a little.

I barely made any sounds, Just small grunts and pathetic whines. As my lungs started to burn, my body took over and refused to listen to my mind. My body told my legs to lift up and they tried but the skirt held them to a point. But I was still kicking. My arms tried to go up one side of my body, hands brushing my breasts in an effort to get to the noose. Finally, after I started to loose strength, my arms went back.

I felt my left heel slide, dangle on my toes for a moment, then fall to the floor.

Pretty soon, I was ignoring the burning in my lungs. There was a rushing feeling of blood in my face. I could hear the blood rush in my ears; it was all I could hear. I knew my eyes were open, but I wasn't really seeing anything.

My body had gotten fairly still. It periodically jerked. But my hands were spasming like crazy behind my back in the cuffs. My nose felt clogged up for some reason. I think I was making a few “hkkking” noises. Pretty soon, just my middle fingers were moving on their own, making jerking motions.

My tongue had started to slip out between my lips. But it felt fat and was taking up the room in my mouth and cheeks. I think I may have drooled over my chin.

And then it hit me; this wonderful feeling. Such pleasure! Such, over-riding pleasure that wiped everything else away. And as I slipped away into the black, my last thought was....”this is so DELICIOUS...”

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Two days later, as I sat in my chair, lashed to it with belts. A strict harness, panel gag on my head. And a zip tie on my neck, so tight it was cutting off a lot of my air, but letting me breathe just enough.

My legs were lashed so they were spread. I was on top of a hitachi vibe, moving my hips, rubbing on it at the high setting. I had my training headphones on, Goddess' voice guiding me. Telling me how to be the perfect, submissive, gasper slut for her, for my Goddess.

She came in and took the headphones off. I looked up at her, and tried to beg through the gag to be choked or hung as I was rubbing myself on the vibe. She shushed me and told me that my boss had gotten my resignation and my last story ever.

I sighed in happiness. I then offered Goddess my neck by lifting my chin up.

She smiled down at me, “That's a good gasper. Now be a good slut for me and move your hips faster over that vibe.”

I moved my hips, felt more pleasure and moaned into my gag. And then Goddess put her hands on my neck and squeezed and squeezed and squeezed.....

Suzy's Puppy (story)

The following is a story I had written for the Breath Play site. It is the second of about six or seven stories over there that I will bring over to the blog. Hope you like them!!!

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Puppy was secured to the oak chair with heavy, leather belts. He was completely naked, except for his black hood and gag. Mistress had put him there to reward me for pleasing her today. Normally, he was slave for Mistress, but she decided to make him my puppy today.

His legs were all bound up together, from ankles to thighs and strapped to the chair. His wrists were cuffed behind the back of the chair. There were a large number of belts, taught across his muscular stomach and chest, lashing him to the chair.

The black hood was cloth. His brown eyes able to see me and Mistress. He could move his head around. In his mouth was a penis gag. The gag straps so tight, pulling in the penis far enough in his mouth to know now what it feels like to almost gag on a cock.

He wasn't comfortable. But that didn't really matter. What mattered was that he was securely bound and gagged and perfectly helpless. I looked down and blushed a little: he was certainly into this. His cock was nice and large, almost purple with the need to orgasm.

Mistress instructed me that I only had a little bit of time to play with my puppy. I could do whatever I wanted to him for as long as the air in the bag would last. Once he passed out, playtime with puppy would be over.

I stood there in front of him. Naked with just my collar on. His breathing quickened as Mistress stepped behind him. She slipped the bag over him; he made a small noise. Then she used a zip tie and cinched the bag around his neck. She gestured towards him; time was ticking away.

I straddled him and sat down on his thighs, careful not to touch his cock. He took a breath and the bag deflated a little and then inflated as he exhaled through his nose. I placed my hands on his chest. And through the plastic bag, I saw his eyes grow softer, he even nodded a little.

I ran my hands down his chest. He made small grunting noises, trying so hard not to breathe deeply. The bag made only slight crinkling noises. My little hands glided over his stomach and he accidentally breathed deeply. I was rewarded with the bag sucking in along his hooded cheeks.

I ended the journey with my hands on thighs, almost touching his cock. He looked down and tried to move, tried to get his hips to move so that my hands would touch him. The bag crinkled again, and he stopped. He was using too much air. He grunted a little in frustration.

Our eyes met. I smiled. I entwined my arms over his shoulders, behind his head and pulled myself forward. Sliding along his legs, his eyes widened, feeling my wet pussy as I moved forward. Then his bagged face was right up to mine and went so still, he stopped breathing and just stared at me.

I moved my chest from side to side. My heard nipples on his skin. I sighed when they went over his belts. He was holding his breath, his eyes wider, reacting to my breasts and nipples on him. I left one arm on his shoulder and brought my other hand down between us.

I gently used my palm and pressed his large, and now throbbing, cock against my stomach and held it there. He moaned so loudly and the bad started deflating and inflating again. The cock was huge and hard in my tiny palm. It was pulsing.

I moved my belly forward, pressing his poor cock between me, my hand and his stomach. The whole time I looked into his eyes. They grew soft and unfocused. The bag now pressing against his whole head and then billowing out. Slowly, with his long moans.

Pulling myself tight against his body, I leaned my face to one side of his head and whispered, “You have to cum soon, puppy, before it's too late...”

I nuzzled into his shoulder, stroking one side of his cock while pressing it to my stomach. It was throbbing. It felt so hot and hard. Puppy was trying hard to move his hips.

My hand on his shoulder reached behind his head. I grabbed the plastic bag and pulled. The bag formed to his hooded face. He took a sharp breath in surprise and the plastic sucked in on his mouth, around the gag. His eyes shot open. He tried to shake his head no. I nodded yes.

He started to plead into his gag. I could sort of understand him when he said he couldn't breathe, his voice on the edge of panic. I gently squeezed the shaft of his cock and he loudly moaned a pathetic “pleeeeaaassseee”.

I looked at that bagged face, “You have to cum puppy, you have to cum or else it will be over ...please cum for me puppy...cum for me...”

I still held the bag tight. It was snapping against his nose, plastic going up a little. Eyes with fear, he whimpered over and over and cock started to throb even more.

My hand went up the shaft and to the large head of his cock. The heat was incredible there. I gently squeezed his head, my thumb stroking the base of his head in little circles.

The snapping of the bag on is nose was loud. But not nearly as the loud, gagged “hhnn-ing” noises he was making. They were so high pitched for such a muscular man. He tried shaking his head to loosen my grip. I just laughed.

His body was jerking in the chair. Staining against the belts. His eyes rolled back into his head, the bag sucked around is mouth, his hooded head, plastered against him. I continued stroking him with my thumb, squeezing his head, now moving my stomach on him. Rubbing his cock with my stomach, holding the bad, watching his head jerk around., his mouth opening so wide around the gag that it almost went further into his mouth...

I felt his penis spasm once on my stomach. The again. His whole body tensed up. His head lolled back and he let out the most pathetic whimper that I think was supposed to be a scream. His body moved inside the belts as if being electrocuted and then he came.

His cock almost pistoned in my hand. Then it was convulsing, And I felt the most wonderful warmth shoot up my belly. It was hot, and it made gasp. I kept stroking him with thumb and holding his head. I stroked him for a moment: I wanted all the cum to be on me....

I cooed as the last drop came out. Puppy was very still. His slowly jerked a little, like one last try to get the bag off of him. His body did a couple small jerks and went still. Our stomachs pressed together, his cum on us both.

Mistress quickly cut the bag open. She took out his gag. I could him breathing. But he was out cold. Head hanging forward, slightly drooling.

As I walked away from his bound and unconscious body, Mistress called after me, “Nice and clean, Suzy...it's my turn to play with my little kitten...”

I'm a Tentacle Lover

So...yeah, if you don't know me already, I'm a big tentacle porn fan. Sometimes, I wish I could even take part in one of those live-action tentacle porn movies....

Tentacle porn has some of the elements that I love most. Being overpowered, wrapped up tight and unable to move, gagged, struggling mightily, neck wrapped and strangled, being molested and then violated and covered in cum in the end....

Tentacles wrapping themselves around me. Pulsing. Forcing my legs apart, tearing away at my clothes. No matter how much beg and whimper, they are relentless. Wrapped around my neck, getting tighter and tighter until my little mouth opens...and two more tentacles shove their way in, filling up mouth, non-stop mouth fucking.

Squirming up the inside of my thighs and slipping into me. Making me scream around the tentacles sliding around in my mouth. Feel one tentacle slowly, with menace, poke at my little bottom...I'm screaming in my head, “Not there! Not there...OH GOD!! NOT THERE!!” And then it plunges into my rectum and expands.

Within moments, I am reduced to moans and grunting as everything is being violated. Eyes roll back into my head. Gagged, screaming orgasm after orgasm after orgasm. Mind breaking, body abused over and over until so much cum squirts into me...so much that it overloads and squirts out. And in less than a minute...it starts up again....

Sigh, a girl can dream, right?

What the fuck!?!?

I was bored...you can beat me later.....

Just a little question...

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

4/29/18 Kidnap Suzy Opportunity, Pt. 2

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