Helpless in the Morning (story by Suzyisgagged)

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Standing in the kitchen, barefoot, looking at the rope marks on my wrists from the night before. I'm just wearing a large, white button down shirt. Nothing underneath.

I see the two empty glasses from last night. Red lipstick on one glass; hers. The bottle of bourbon only half full. She let me sip at a glass after she used my rope on me. I padded over to the small bathroom.

I look at myself in the bathroom, deciding against coffee. My jaw is a little sore. There's a hint of a strap mark on my left cheek. I can still feel the ball gag in my mouth, I like that feeling. Somehow she found my unlocked door last night. She lives a floor below me. Who knew?

I heard her heels click on the kitchen floor. I turn to look at her: dark hair, dark eyes, much taller than me (everyone's taller than me), still looking gorgeous, vicious and commanding. I look up to her, smile to say good morning to her and....

She grabs me by the hair. She pulls hard, down and to the side, the pain is so clear and lovely and I gasp and almost lose my balance. Looking up at her wide-eyed and I raise a hand to her arm.

She slaps my face. Not very hard, just enough to command me. There is a stinging and then that delicious warmth that follows. My hands drop to my sides and I notice that I'm breathing heavily. I lick my little lips.

As she holds me by my hair, she grabs my neck with her other hand. She squeezes, not to choke me, but to hold me in place. She looks at me, she looks hungry.

She kisses me. Very deeply. My eyes slowly close and roll back into my head in intense pleasure. As her tongue works me, as her lips presses against me as if to tell me that she owns me, I grow weak and my knees start to shake a little.

I give up to the kiss. I give up to her lips. The oh, so lovely pain still there, her hand on my neck...she is completely controlling me and she is making me helpless. She's kissing me so deeply that it's hard to breathe and I actually want to faint and fall into her, let her take my breath away.

She breaks the kiss and let's go of my hair. She gives my neck a final squeeze; yes you command me Mistress. She smiles that vicious smile...she knows.

Before letting go of my neck, she leans down and whispers in my ear, “Slut.”

And just like that, she walks out the door. She will be back later tonight, I told her I would leave the door unlocked again.

But now that she is gone, I start to shake all over. The warmth on my face where she slapped me, I can still feel her fingers in my hair pulling at me, her lips and her tongue in my tiny mouth, crying softly...and worst of all...that tightness in my stomach, the wetness...and oh, I'm starting to throb...

Oh dear god, I need her to fuck me...oh, I need it so bad...oh god please...I need it...please, Mistress...I need it so, so, so VERY badly.....

Earning and Pleasing Her Pt. 1 (story)

The text surprised me.

It had been months since I was told to come to the apartment. I was beginning to miss the almost empty room with the single light, the pillows on the floor, the chair or rack... I missed when either Sir or Mistress, or both of them, laid out what I was to wear in the bedroom down the hall before crawling on my hands and knees to the room. The room where I had pleasure and pain, and sometimes displayed my experience on camera....to my humiliation and excitement.

While I had been seeing either Sir or Mistress, it was not at the apartment. The schedules never worked out. But somehow, today it did.

I was at my work, on break when the text came. My heart jumped when I saw that the text was from Mistress. She ordered me to come to the apartment after work. Directly from work. I had never done that. I would normally be given time to change out of my line cook uniform and get a shower. Not today.

I stood in front of the apartment door. I used my key. Smiling I walked in. Oh, it had been too long! The sparse apartment was just the same as the last time I was here...

I walked into the living room, expecting a note from Mistress. And there it was. On the table near the window. I picked it up, wondering what my instructions were.

I jumped when I heard boot heels on the hardwood floor. I turned, expecting Mistress, but did a hard blink; it was a different woman. I opened the note and it simply said, “Do what she orders.” I laid the note back down.

The woman came in from the kitchen. A beautiful Asian woman with short, jet black hair. She was wearing a leather, biker jacket. Under that was a tight tee tucked into blue jeans. The jeans went over her black boots. She was holding a glass of wine, walking towards me, looking me over.

She was dominant and I reacted to it quickly. I cast my eyes downward and placed my wrists behind my back, crossed at the wrists. She slowly walked in a circle around me. Boots making noise on the floor.

I felt uneasy. Normally, I would be presentable. But the instructions in the text were clear: come in work clothes. Being a line cook, I looked messy at the end of my shift. I work khakis pants, non-slip sneakers, a black polo with the restaurant's logo on it, and a baseball cap on my head. And there were stains on my clothes...I looked horrible and I was embarrassed.

The woman stood in front of my and lifted my chin with a finger, “I find you acceptable. Your Mistress told me everything about you. If you don't like this arrangement, say so now. If you want to stay, just nod and you can stay...and you will obey me.”

She was so beautiful. Make up perfect. Amazing brown eyes. Hair seemed to shin. And her lips...oh my goodness...I ached for them.

This wasn't the first time I was shared with others by my Mistress and Sir. But each time, including now, I always could say no. But this Asian goddess was too perfect...and I wanted her lips on me, all over me....I nodded. I would obey.

A lovely and evil smile played out on her face, “Wonderful. Stay here. Close your eyes. Don't move. I will be back.”

I listened to her walk away after closing my eyes. She was gone only a few minutes. When she came back, I heard something drop to the floor with a soft flop noise...a pillow.

“Keep your eyes closed.”

She came so close that I could smell her perfume: jasmine. I made a little sighing noise.

“She told me that you liked this scent.”

Eyes closed, I nodded.

“Good. Now...you are about to feel something. When you do, slowly open your eyes. And then you may release your hands.”

I nodded and waited a moment. Savoring the scent; she was so close to me. I felt some thing on my stomach. Heavy. Large. I slowly opened my eyes and looked right into that angelic Asian face. Her lips were right there...

I released my hands, but they stayed at my sides. I was transfixed by her. Her face almost on mine. Her lips were right...there. All I had to do was lean forward, and I could taste them.

It was as if she could read my mind, “No. I touch you, you don't touch me, understand?”

I nodded, disappointed.

She smiled, “I know. Look down.”

I looked down between us. She was wearing a strap-on. It was resting on my belly. Large, heavy and black.

She came closer and placed her hands on my hips. She did a slow grind against my body. The black strap-on moving up and down on my stomach. Pushing at my shirt, pushing at my body and I wanted it...I wanted it inside of me. I wanted her to drive it into me...all of it.

I looked back up into her face as moved together. She nodded. Pushed the strap-on into my stomach, slowly.

I let my hands come forward. They didn't seem to be a part of me. But they did what I commanded them to do. My small hands wrapped around the dildo of the strap-on.

It was thick. So thick. I let my hands stroke it. Thumbs on the tip, light grip on the shaft. Up and down, stroking, my hips now moving in, pressing it against me...we both started moving faster.

After a few moments, she stopped moving. She moved away from me, just a little bit. My hands were still on the strap-on, still stroking it. I missed its weight on my belly.

As I stroked it, I looked at her. She smiled. She knew. She knew she had me. That I would obey. That I wanted her. Badly...

She traced a finger just above her belt. “You have to earn the right to learn my name. You have to earn the right to get pleasure from me. You have to earn everything that you want from me. Understand?”

I was stroking, pulling at the dildo, trying to get her back to me. I nodded.

Softly, “Good girl. Now...this is just the first step; earning the right to learn my name.”

I nodded. Eager. Command me.

She snapped her fingers and pointed down to the pillow, “Get on your knees and suck it. If you suck to my satisfaction, like a good whore, if I like how you gag on it, choke on it...like a good slut...then I will tell you my name. Now...get on your knees and suck it!”

I nodded. Still stroking it. And I looked down and then up. Just as I was about to go to my knees, she slapped me. My cap flew off of my head to the floor.

After the initial shock and stinging pain, my cheek grew deliciously warm. Wide eyed, I stared at her...but I never stopped stroking.

She put a finger in my face, “When I give you an order, you obey immediately!”

I nodded. She slapped my other cheek. Lovely stinging pain. The dull and warm throb afterwards. I licked my lips. It felt so good...

I dropped to my knees, landing on the pillow. Both of my small hands on the giant, fake cock in front of me. I licked my lips.

I moved forward, unsure how to get in my mouth. After two more false starts, I moved in and felt a sudden and exquisite pain as my head was jerked back by my hair.

“When I tell you to suck it, you FUCKING SUCK IT!!!”

With each word she slapped me. Each word, each cheek. My eyes rolled into my head, I was barely hanging on, hands still on the strap-on. Mouth agape, loving, just loving the pain.

When she was done, while my eyes were unfocused, as I slipped right into subspace with a tiny whimper and moan, she grabbed my head with both hands.

She thrusted that huge, thick, black dildo right into my tiny mouth, stretching it, filling my mouth , pushing over my tongue, smashing into the back of my throat, charging into my throat.

My hands dropped. I slumped. Held up only by her hands and her big, black phallus jamming my mouth. I gave up. I didn't care anymore.

My eyes half-lidded. Drool pouring out over my lower lip in strands. She fucked my face. Fucked it hard. My hands feebly slapped at her legs, but that just encouraged her.

Soon, the only noise I was making was a guk-guk-guking sound. She just held my head and it went as far down my throat as she could get it. It was so big, so thick, no air came in.

My body panicked as it lost air. Again, slapping uselessly and without strength at her legs and thighs. Growing weaker, eyes rolled back. Until my hands gave up. My body gave up, little jerks at it fought for air. Tears running down my cheeks...

Suddenly, she pulled out and delicious air came in. She let go of my head and I fell to the floor on my side. Gasping for air, body spasming. Coughing, crying a little. Unable to move.

In my peripheral vision, I saw the strap-on gear thump to the hardwood floor. And then I felt her hand stroking my hair, my arm. A soothing voice calling me a good girl, I did so well. She leaned in closer, the scent of jasmine. She whispered her name to me.

Then she helped me to my knees. She held me, rocking me a little. Letting me recover in her jacketed arms.

After a few minutes, she asked me softly, “What's my name?”

I snuggled into her and said, “Mistress Kiyone.”