Can you see me?

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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....

I Was Gagged Like a Little Slave Under My Facemask!

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As promised, I went out and did my errands while gagged under my facemask. The majority of you chose for me to pack my mouth with panties and then use clear tape to keep it in. BTW, wasn't dressed in any specific way: jeans, sneakers and a black, thin fleece with a jacket.

Started off packing my tiny mouth. Stuffed the panties in, then used four pieces of the clear tape to lock the panties in. No way I could make any coherent words, just muffled whimpers, moans and little grunts. My little mouth was very filled!

Put on the facemask and stepped onto the elevator. Not too concerned; they are small and no one wants to pack in with COVID going on. My car wasn't too far away either and there weren't many people out. Pre-COVID, I only used my car a couple times a week, but I use it a lot more now.

Drove to the gas station, gag-hummed to a couple of songs (one was the Weezer cover of Africa). When I got there, I was a little disappointed that no one was there. Baltimore isn't on lockdown, but no one was out on the streets. So, then I went to a store to buy a blouse.

Now, there were some people in the store, not many. A saleswoman said hello, I just waved. But I felt my body flush real quick and it crept up my neck. I don't think my face got red though. It was more out of excitement than fear. I didn't really get too concerned as I picked out blouses and then tried them on. That was when I got the idea that people might've noticed.

When I was in the dressing room, I looked at myself in the mirror. While the facemask covers a lot, my cheeks had noticeable bulges. I got REAL red in the face when I realized that people could see that! I calmed down a little as I tried things on. And I even got distracted at one point, when I just had my bra on top and thought a little bit about playing with my nipples. But I didn't because...well...I think we all know that already being gagged had me wet this whole time, and that if I started with my nipples...I would soon be finger-banging myself in the dressing room....

I did buy one blouse and it was really hard not to blush. I was certain that people would have noticed. But I told myself that they probably didn't know why...but, I'm thinking one of the women there probably figured it out and started telling others after I left, or...and this really does it for me...perhaps I was someone's fantasy victim.

At the grocery store (no, not telling which one), it was the same. There far more people there and I am pretty certain that my cheeks were noticed by more than one person. But for some reason, I felt like it was largely dismissed. Except for a guy in a red hoodie and a thin, asian girl who kind of looked at me longer than other people did. As I was going up and down the aisles, I was fantasizing that they had me in the bathroom, threaten to expose me unless I did what they said...

I got really distracted and I missed some items on my list. And I had gotten fairly wet. Speaking of wet...the panties in my mouth were getting gross and wet from my mouth. I could feel a little bit of seepage of drool into the tape, but not quite drooling over myself like I usually do. :)

I went through the self-checkout with my stuff. Oddly, no one really tried talking to me the whole time. Part of me wanted to get caught, to try and talk and only mmmpphh. Then plead with my eyes and led the person to the bathroom and...persuade them not to. I was just getting wetter and wetter.

On the ride home, I hit a few stoplights. And I couldn't help myself. Pretending the seatbelts were straps binding me, gagged and that I was being taken somewhere after being kidnapped to be a sex slave. At the first couple of lights, I tried rubbing through the jeans. Not really doing anything for me, I was able to shove my hand down a couple times and rub furiously over the blue panties I was wearing. But only for a few seconds at those two lights and that was it.

It took three trips to get the groceries up. And I *really* wanted to cum. I was starting to throb a little and I found myself panting a little. I have no idea if anyone on the street figured out if I was gagged under the facemask or not, I was too distracted too care.

I'm not sure, but I may have whimpered a few times as I put stuff away. I was practically throwing things around to get done. In case you haven't noticed...it's been a little while for me...

My laptop was already on. I grabbed my hitachi vibe, a strap and a pair of handcuffs. Rushed back to the laptop. At this point drool was getting through and it was tickling my chin as it slipped off.

I quickly chose an old, ZFX/Shockwave flick with lesbian bondage in it. I then shoved both jeans and panties down. I sat on the chair, plugged the vibe in and placed it between my thighs and then strapped my thighs together tight with the strap. Found the section in the movie and hit play, turned the vibe to high and cuffed my hands behind me.

It did not take long. I was grunting and moaning, moving by torso back and forth. Pretending I was the submissive girls in the scene, both bound and gagged with one being flogged as she was doing the other with a strap-on...mmmmmmmmmmmmmm....I would love to recreate this scene and change the roles until I pass out...

The orgasm was pretty strong. It felt like shocks, it almost felt like it hurt a little. I know I wailed into the gag, but I'm not sure if my eyes rolled back or not, I was too caught up in the pleasure. And my chin got the drool and so did my fleece.

Once done, I could barely spit out the panties. They were *gross*! Just a wad of drool-soaked cloth at that point. After cleaning up, I actually went back to bed for a couple of hours, lol! I had a nice, dull ache going on, felt sated, peaceful. It was easy to sleep.

So that was my little excursion today while gagged. I had not intended to get myself off, but, well...I guess I'm a bit of a slut that way. :)

BTW, here's the part where I came. See if you can guess the movie!!!

That is it for this little blog entry. Thank you so much for allowing me to be a naughty, nasty, dirty little bondage slut today! Soon...hopefully I will be able to do self-bondage behind an unlocked door, waiting for you gentleman demons and vicious vixens to find me and make me your little slave....

Mmmmmpphh!

Suzy

A night time t-shirt

Ok, so no real fetish here. Actually, this is one of two pictures of the same tee...but this was one was a little tooooo adult for the purpose it was originally taken for. A rated-G version was taken for that purpose. 

I decided at the last second to post something of me, which I haven't done in a long time. 

So, just a little something of mine for you all!

I had a story I was going to write, but....

I'm very tired and ready to pass out.

There are times when I really want to write a story, but there's no energy there for it. Tonight was one of those nights.

I went in later than normal; filling in for someone. Work for me is being a line cook in a Baltimore restaurant. I wouldn't call it four-star fine dining, but a busy finer-dining place. We're a busy place and push out a lot of plates over an evening. Then there's the cleaning afterwards, a little bit of prep for the next day, etc.

So, by the time I get into the apartment, it's usually after 1am. I'm tired, but can't sleep. I also have to peel off my uniform (for you uniform pervs, it's tan pants, sneakers, black polo and black cap with the logo on it). I always smell like garlic.

I have to shower, get clean. Then sometimes I make dinner. So, as you might imagine, I have late nights. Which means that sometimes I do the self-bondage thing, or do that and play with myself, or do some creative stuff like music video editing and writing.

I knew at work that I would be too physically tired tonight, so I was hoping to do some creative stuff. Nope. Brain won't work.

I even had an idea for the story! I would show up at a friend's place, see a machine with a button. I would be warned not to touch the button and I would, of course press it. Next thing I know I'm in a warehouse and I turn to see myself in the mirror. It's me...but with big hair and and early 90's clothes on. Then I would turn to see all the bondage stuff and realize that I had entered the ZFX/Shockwave dimension...and then get chloroformed.

So, there's the premise. Perhaps in a few days it will actually turn into a story, who knows?

Right now, I'm nodding off. Finally. But I am distracted by visions of certain Fetlifers; Ginary spanking me, making out with Unisexi, having Njkidnapper do my bidding, being a slave to Mistress Jean Bardot and from pop culture...Brie Larson pulling my hair and calling me a slut while in her Captain Marvel uniform...

So, I'm going to go to bed. The door will be unlocked. Honestly, I just want to kiss tonight, so be prepared for that...because I think that is the only thing I am capable of doing right now.

How I want my gentleman demons to kiss me:

For my vicious vixens to kiss me:

And for the ladies I want to make out with:

So, good night...kisses!!

Return to the Room (story) by suzyisgagged

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I had been away from the room for too long...

I missed getting the commands to appear at the quiet apartment in downtown Baltimore. I missed using my key to come into a silent place, missed walking on the hardwood floors. I missed going to the bedroom, to find the clothes I would wear for the planned sessions. But work is work, and even Mistress and Sir understood that.

Earlier in the day, I felt the need. I felt a longing. And I had the time. And for once, it was I who made the proper texts. Telling Sir and Mistress that I would be there in the evening. If they wanted to come. If they still wanted me.

Much later, I found myself at the door. My key slid in and worked perfectly. I walked in and stood for a moment in the main hallway, looking to the left; the main room and kitchen with its sparse furniture. To the right, the long hallway with several doors, of which only two were ever available to me.

The click of my heels on the floor echoed. The white and grays of the walls and doors very simple. Very spartan. The bedroom door was open. I walked in and saw the large bed. A note and what I was to wear laying on it.

I took off my work clothes. I went to the shower adjacent to the bedroom. After cleaning off the day, I set about to make myself up. Then, once ready, I went to the bed to put on my clothes for the session.

The collar went on first. Wide, black leather, constraining and comforting on my neck. The single, silver ring gleaming. I flicked at it and listened to the clink of metal. I smiled. This was Mistress's wish for me to wear.

I was given just one piece of clothing; one of Sir's white shirts. The sleeves rolled up just enough. I slipped it on and buttoned it up, leaving the last quarter undone, the collar of the shirt wide open. I used the white silk strip in my short hair as a headband, tying it into a small bow on top. Sir's desire for me tonight.

No heels for me. No hose, no garters, nothing but bare legs. The red lipstick left for me. The dark eye shadow and mascara. My feet somewhat cold on the bare, wood floor.

I read the note. The simple commands.

I got on my hands and knees and crawled out of the bedroom. I turned left and slowly went down the hallway, the only light coming from other buildings through the one window; a pulsing red from across and above.

I crawled to the only other open door in the hallway. The room. The room I always went to. The room I so desperately missed. I crawled inside, feeling excited and calm at seeing the familiar sights.

The single bulb in the center of the room, hanging down, creating a circle of light. Inside the circle were the pillows, arranged in the most comfortable mound on the hardwood floor. Just like always.

I crawled towards the light. Past Sir's chair. Next to the camera, hooked up to a lap top. I looked up as I slinked past the empty chair; the camera's red light already on. Already streaming to an audience. Just for a moment, I glanced at the screen on the lap top and saw the men and women who loved to watch me suffer, to be submissive, to enjoy my pleasure and my pain...all of them logging on. I crawled away.

Knowing that so many were watching me. Watching me crawl back to the room, to the pillows, to Sir and Mistress...and to them. Happy. Feeling happy to be back to them. To offer myself up again. All those unknown viewers I know so well.

I made it to the pillows. In the center were two items I was instructed to put on for the camera, for the audience. I raised up and sat back on my knees, looking right at the camera. I blew everyone a small kiss and let out a very brief, small smile for them.

I reached down to the first item. The black ball gag. I lifted it up by the straps, pulled them tight. I regarded it for a moment, and gave it a kiss, lingering, tasting it. Looking directly into the camera, I pulled the ball into my little mouth.

A slow pull. The ball going past my teeth. I pulled the straps back, behind me. Slipped one end through the clasp. I paused and then viciously pulled it tight. I let out a small noise and my eyes slid shut in pleasure.

They opened only when I cinched the clasp and buckle. The leather straps pulling into the corners of my tiny mouth. I traced a finger from my lower lip, over my chin, under it, stopping just under my neck.

I glanced down and saw the leather cuffs. Fur-lined. Pad locks next to each one. I placed one on my wrist. Slid the pad lock on and locked it with a satisfying click. I drew my wrists behind me. Locked in my other wrist.

Still looking at the camera, I brought my bound wrists to one side and up. Turned slightly. Wanting to show them, all of them, that I was helpless.

As per the commands, I slowly lowered myself onto the pillows. I lay down on my side, facing the camera...always facing the camera. I sighed, body inside the crisp, white shirt, breasts visible, but not exposed. Lips framing my gag. I let out a nice, satisfied noise...

Within moments, Sir walked in. Wearing one of his shirts, black tie and slacks, Italian shoes softly making noises as he walked in. He stopped at the chair, put his hand on it, regarding me, looking dark, stylish and perfect. The quintessential gentleman demon.

Mistress came in. Looking severe as always. Lovely boots that I have licked in submission, clicking on the floor. Knee-length, latex skirt framing her legs. A short-sleeved blouse, buttoned all the way up. Her lovely, blonde hair flowing down her shoulders, blue cat-eyes to get lost in and that evil and delicious smile....

Together, they walked to me, the camera capturing them. Then capturing us, showing the three of us to an audience of so many. Mistress and Sir looking down at me. Silent. Approving. Stern. Waiting.

I turned my torso so I looked up at them. Wrists bound in heavy leather behind me. Bare legs still to the side. Offering my body. Letting Sir, Mistress and the audience know. Know that I still wanted them. Always wanted them...

As I looked into Sir and Mistress's heartbreakingly lovely faces, I slowly nodded my chin upwards at them, my eyes not letting them look away, giving them the one, silent command that really mattered with a slow blink of my eyes....

I need you. I love you. Drown me in pleasure. Do it. Now.

And they obeyed.

Post-Otakon Suzy Kidnap Opportunity 2019

Sigh...didn't get “kidnapped” again.... Although, I may be paranoid here, but I think got the serious eye by two guys and one lingering look from a girl who I think was cosplaying a character from Durarara, the one who is death on a motorcycle....

But I had a great time! Met a few people, made new friends, saw some cool stuff...wanted to buy some cool stuff...bought some cool stuff I probably shouldn't have.....

No hook ups this year. Or kissed anyone lustfully. Hugs and cheek kisses...I wasn't really looking for anything more than that this year.

Soooo...I think I might have one or two more years of cosplay left. Doesn't mean I won't dress up in dresses or create outfits for myself (or perhaps someone else can do it for me?), but I think that I like doing that better....perhaps more pictures were taken of me when I wasn't in cosplay this year? I dunno...but it was fun!

So, perhaps next year someone will find me and “kidnap” me...

(BTW, wrote this while handcuffed and ball gagged)

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

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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....

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! 

Kidnap Suzy Opportunity!!! 11/20, 1pm to 7pm

The winner of this weekend's Kidnap Suzy Opportunity is me inside of an adult video booth at the Block in Baltimore. Here's an idea of what the area looks like:

I will be in one of these booths on Sunday (11/20) sometime between 1pm and 7pm. I am actually buying some gear, or at least shopping for some stuff. And I will be watching some videos in some of the booths...your task, is to find out which one!

Since you will be looking for me inside of a booth, I will make it a little bit easier. First, I will be in a booth that is showing bondage movies only. I will limit myself to those booths. Second, look for the following: a gum wrapper with Japanese on it. Whatever booth that is outside of, that is the one I am in.

Knock on the door, but knock once, wait a second and then knock four times. I will open the door to the booth. You will instantly know it is me because my hands will be handcuffed (quick-release) in front of me and I will be wearing my well-chewed red ballgag. Here's what the gag looks like:

If you have a leash, please use it on me when you walk me out of the booth. If I haven't bought anything yet, I will let you walk me around the store and I will point at the things I would like...perhaps you could by something for me?

Now, if you happen to come across me outside of a booth, I will be wearing black jeans, black, ankle boots with heels, a red blouse and a bracelet with an ankh dangling from the left hand. If you find me, you have to ask me, “Did you like the new Ghost in the Shell trailer?” and I HAVE to answer, “I always like anything with Beat Takeshi in it!” If I don't say that, is isn't me!!!

And if you find me, you get to buy me something at the adult store and then dinner, and then....?

BONUS: If you get me in a booth, and after walking me in the store, take me to a strip bar!!!

Lol, ok my gentlemen demons and sadistic sirens, come and find me!!!

Mmmmmppphh!!

(written while gagged, handcuffed in front and the vibe on low, jesus I am ready to cum and the door is unlocked)

Yup, your choice went right up my butt.

So, yeah, your choice was in my butt today (a fetlife vote). Majority vote was for the butt plug, so up there it went. 

I wore a panties over it and then tied a crotch rope to hold it in. I used lube and sometimes I sort of...push it out, so rope it was. So, not only did I have the feeling of a plug in me, but I got rubbed by the ropes quite a bit.

So, for eight-plus hours, I had a full butt. It was tight inside of me, and the lube helped to move it around a little bit. But I still felt packed. As I walked around, I had to keep my face neutral between being rubbed by the rope and the plug moving and hitting a certain spot, that felt a little *too* good.

While on the line, I would get bumped, or bump into someone while making dishes. More than once, that movement caused little noises out of me when the plug and/or rope felt good on me as a result.

I was biting and chewing on my lower lip a lot today.

So, when I finally got home and pulled out the plug...OMG, the relief!!! But it had been in so long that my butt seemed very empty. It still does, but I will be taking care of that shortly...

I am very, very, *very* horny at the moment. Now that my evening is done, had dinner and cleaned up...it's time to do something about this.

So, I will now use the anal vibe. I will be plug-gagged tightly and my wrists cuffed behind me with my hitachi tied to me. I will be watching a Kink.com movie, one of the bound gangbangs....

Mmmmppphh!

Will You be Able to See Me?

I will be standing out on the balcony around 7:30 pm tomorrow. I will be wearing a black, button down shirt with black panties underneath...and a crotch rope. My hands swill be handcuffed out in front of me and I will have a bit gag in my mouth...remember, 7:30pm, a Mount Vernon, Baltimore balcony...

Thank you for the lovely evening....

Well, thank you for choosing my evening for me...

I dressed up as a secretary. Khaki skirt to my knees. Long-sleeved, white blouse, neck buttoned up. Sensible heels and hose.

Had my well-chewed ballgag in my mouth. Ankles soft-cuffed, thighs soft-cuffed as well as having the hitachi tied in between my legs. Hands cuffed behind me.

And I had 666, from ZFX, playing while I was squirming on the couch.

I pretended that one of you came in and overwhelmed me, and bound and gagged me. Then after robbing my place, you left me to watch a perverted movie and forced me to cum over and over...I struggled SO hard...I begged for help....I couldn't help but to cum over and over and I hated you for making me like being so helpless and moaning and writhing through my orgasms....

I had four orgasms last night. And I drooled ALL over the place. My blouse, my lap...everywhere...and I LOVED it....

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....