Want (story)

(this is another story from the Breathplay Fetish site that I wrote, please hit play before reading)

I have a nice, hot cup of coffee, warming both of my hands. A little bit of cream, no sugar. And an egg nog muffin. Most people get crazy with pumpkin-flavored everything...I love egg nog-flavored everything.

I sat at the same small table in the cafe for the past two weeks after I first came in. In the corner, back to the wall. Able to see everyone who comes in. I came here on a recommendation. The coffee is great, the muffins are lovely, the cafe itself is super-cold as there is almost no heat during the winter...but its the view I come for.

By accident, I was sitting at the table when she came in that first day. Taller than me, but then again everyone is taller than me, always wearing boots, always looking beautiful, put-together...and severe. Like a mistress or goddess. Sometimes, she would come in with a cruel smile that...well, made my heart beat a little faster.

Ever since that first day, I made sure I came in at the same time so I could see her. I know I was being a little stalker-rific, but I imagined what it would be like to be on my knees before her. It's been awhile since I've come across someone who I wouldn't mind taking control of me when I needed them to.

Today was another cold day. I had on my red, thin sweater and long skirt with a fleece over the sweater. And my white, leggings going into ankle boots with a scarf around my neck. And I was still cold. But, I forgot about being cold when she walked in at her usual time.

She was not hiding what she was today. Amazing, black boots up to her knees, black skirt, and a black, woolen trench coat. I could see the kid gloves coming out of her coat sleeves that looked like latex, the fishnets on her legs, and black blouse that on second look, I realized that it was latex.

I finally noticed that I was staring at her; just like everyone else. I saw the time on my cell and knew I had to go to work. I fumbled with my plate a little and my legs seemed a bit shaky. I managed to make it to the counter without dropping anything, putting my cup and plate into the bin when she came up behind me.

I looked down to my right and saw her gloved hand. I looked to my left and saw the other one. Trapped. I felt her move against me and suddenly I was shy and scared, so I froze.

She leaned into me. Even through my fleece, I could feel her breasts. I wanted to whimper and push back for the pleasure of feeling her chest. But instead, my chin dropped and I closed my eyes, my little hands holding tightly to the edge of the counter.

She slipped her arms around my stomach and gently pulled me against her body. I could smell jasmine and realized her face was next to my ear.

She was whispering, “I bet if I slipped my fingers into your nasty cunt, they'll come back wet."

My face burned red. Embarrassed and horrified. Because it was true.

Still whispering into my ear, “Oh, you're shaking...are you scared? Do I scare you? Good. I should scare you. I caught you staring at me since the first time you came in...do you like looking at me? Did you think I wouldn't notice, that I might do something about it? Do you regret looking at me now?”

I found myself, eyes still closed, shaking my head no.

She squeezed me and spoke softly, “Mmmmmm.....”

She released me. I opened my eyes and I let up a little on my death grip with the counter. I was hoping that she would just let me walk away with my shame. Walk out and never come back. I was so mortified.

Instead, her gloved hands held my shoulders, and she leaned into my other ear, whispering again, as if she was telling me a secret. She squeezed my shoulders until they hurt and hissed into my ear, “I think you want to get into the limo just outside of the cafe. I think you want to get inside of it. You want to because you know I will be there...”

Biting my lip, I felt my knees growing weak. I shook my head no.

She pulled me into her, my back on her chest again, a harsh whisper, “You want me to put you in handcuffs. You want to be helpless when I strangle you with your own scarf. You want me to kiss you while you struggle for air....”

I heard myself in a small and fragile, voice, “P-p-please...stop...”

I could almost feel the cold smile, “You want me to keep you in leather and lace. You want me to keep you ropes, cuffs and leather. You want your little mouth to be gagged...say it...”

I whimpered, face burning because the cafe was so quiet and everyone was watching and listening....

Squeezing my shoulders, “You want me to choke you...to hang you...you want to suck in the plastic from a bag. You want to feel the burn, the panic, to struggle and beg and plead...you want to go under...”

I hid my burning face in my hands.

“You want me to keep you in bondage. You want me to hurt you. You want me to pleasure you. You want me to take your breath away. You know that you want it. You want me to-”

Tears in my eyes, I blurted out, “PLEASE!!!!”

She stopped. It was very quiet in the cafe. I was shaking, almost crying. She softly kissed the top of my head. Both hands flew to my mouth to stop the moan, instead, I made a needy sound into my hands.

Sternly she said, “You have sixty seconds to join me outside. Otherwise, you will never see me again.”

She left me horribly shaken. I was unexpectedly devastated. I listened to her boots as she walked away. Heard the door open and close. And I heard how horribly quiet the cafe was.

Head bowed, I found myself turning and walking to the door. My legs so weak and rubbery, I was afraid I would fall. I walked out into the cold and didn't feel it because she was standing there. Door open to the limo. Waiting for me.

And I knew right then, even though she had known exactly what I wanted, I also knew that she wanted me. Silently, I walked to her, and gave us both what we wanted: love, sex and pain. With a deliciously cruel smile, she said the one last thing to win me over....

“Slut."

Hope you liked my little story!!

-Suzy

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.”

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... 

If we met in a bar...

And you were a man who bought me a drink...

Or, if you were a woman who bought me a drink....

By the way, this really was my drink the other night...

Mistress Gets Hers (story)

Normally, I'm the one kneeling on the bed, naked, with a collar, chain, arm-binder and ball-gag on. But my Mistress lost the bet and now she's wearing all the gear I normally wear: she pretty mad, too. And that just makes me giggle...

She insisted that she be able to wear some clothing, so I let her wear white, lace panties with a matching bra. Her blue, angry eyes were framed by her beautiful, blonde hair. The red ball gag stretching her red lips...even though when she got angry and tried to order me, I could see her perfect, white teeth.

I held the chain in my hand and pulled her forward to me. She moved awkwardly, trying to keep her balance as she moved to me on her knees. I traced her gag with my finger, then her lips lightly...she leaned forward and tried to to command me with her gagged mouth. So, I slapped her.

She glared at me, but was quiet. I shook my finger at her. I turned and reached over the side of the bed. When I came back up, her look of anger changed to wide-eyed fear as she saw the knife in my hand.

She tired to back away, but I pulled her back with the chain. She was shaking very hard and whimpering. I think she was trying to beg. I caressed her cheek with the point of the knife...and it was hard to tell if she was closing her eyes in fear or if she was getting into it...

I traced the point down her chin. Over her neck. Down her chest. I drew the blade away. Then quickly slipped it under bra and cut it away. She made a gagged, “oh!” sound when I did it, and then I noticed her eyes just starting to soften; I think she was getting into it.

I took the point again and traced the swell of both breasts, taking my time. She slowly squirmed under it, and let out little, gagged “no's” as I lightly pressed the tip onto her hard nipples.

Then I let the blade drag down her belly. I let it stop just under her cute belly button. I pressed the tip, she shuddered. I pressed in just a little more, dimpling the skin and she begged me with her eyes, chest heaving, panting.

And all I did was slip the knife into her panties and cut them away...leaving her naked. I held the knife to her face and waved it back forth and watched her wide eyes follow it...until I threw it over my shoulder.

As she calmed down, she didn't resist when I put the ankle restraints on her. I had moved behind her and locked her in with padlocks. As I was behind her, I decided to switch out the arm-binder and go with steel cuffs. I gently undid the restraint and slowly pulled it off of her. She sighed a little as her arms went to her sides. They had been in the binder for some time. I let her get her arms back into proper order, ready to pounce on her if she decided to turn on me. But she never did...in fact, I think she didn't even think of it.

I gently pulled one wrist back and cuffed it. Then the other. She finally realized that I wasn't done with her yet and she started to pull away, but it was too late. I quickly got her cuffed. She struggled again, and got her anger back; she started yelling into the gag again.

I grabbed her by the waist and turned so she was facing the foot of the bed. At the end, on the dresser, was a mirror, facing us. She kept struggling until I grabbed her hair and made her look into the mirror.

She did a sudden stop of her struggling and looked at herself in the mirror. Her eyes wide in confusion. She never knew what she looked liked as a helpless slut. She blinked once before I shoved her forward. She fell with a squeal and she turned her head from one side to the other, trying to see me to curse me.

I took a small length of rope. I wanted her to watch herself with what I was going to do next. Ever heard of that phrase of “I want to see the look on their faces when they cum”? Well...my plan involved that for me...as well as for her.

I took the rope and tied it to the strap of her ball gag. I ran it down her back to her cuffed wrists and tied it off to the cuff chain. But, not before I took up all of the slack.

That made the ball gag go almost into her throat. It was painful, and I wanted it to be painful; for all the times she did it to me. But, it also forced her head upright. She could now see her face in the mirror.

It took me a few moments to put the strap-on harness on me. It had a nice, large, thick, black dildo on it. It was smooth. She grew quiet as I put it on. She watched in the mirror with eyes that were fascinated and horrified.

I made a show of lubing it up. I slowly stroked my big, fake cock. I made soft, satisfied sounds as I worked the head, the shaft, with lube. I licked my lips. Pinched my nipples. Then I straddled her legs and let the heavy cock drop on her.

That's when she begged. She thrashed. She cried for help. She begged me not to. She bucked. She struggled. It was all a show; she lost the bet and agreed to it...and she didn't snap her fingers twice for this part of the scene to stop. So...I laughed and smacked her ass.

I pried open her butt cheeks. She was trembling so hard and trying so hard to be brave, but she was whimpering now. She tried to clench, but I just pried her open again. Her little butthole was nice and clean. It was very pink. It even pulsed a little. And my hear tspeed up a little; I really wanted to...

With one hand, I kept her cheeks apart. With the other, I guided the strap on to her little hole. I placed the tip of the head onto it and she went totally still.

I looked into the mirror and saw her face. Her eyes locked onto mine. She shook her head once. I waited for her to snap her fingers twice. She didn't.

I pushed forward and while I didn't ram her, I was quick and even with entering her. He whole body locked up and when I looked into the mirror with that first thrust, her eyes went very wide, but were unseeing. Her mouth, impossibly, opened wider with gag still in it, she hitched in a breath and let out a scream into the gag.

I started into her slowly. I worked her hard, but tired without pain. I was able to get the whole shaft in and out...in and out...in and out...

She let out these wonderfully deep-throated moans. Her body only moving when I moved with with my thrusting. Each thrust was rewarded with a moan as her eyes became unfocused.

Finally, it was time. To show her who was boss. To fuck her nice and good. I picked up the pace. Her long moans turned into whimpers and grunts, one coming after the other and I was wondering how she was even breathing. Soon, it became just one almost unending moans with periodic breaths taken. Her eyes were totally in the back in her head now. Drool cascading over her chin, pooling on the bed and slipping under her.

As I slipped out of her, her body twitched and didn't stop for a while. Her hands in her cuffs spasmed for bit. I let her calm down, but I realized that she was now destroyed....

So, for the time being, she is sleeping. And I already have my gear out. Even though she lost the bet fair and square, and allowed me to do this to her...I have no reason not to believe that she is going to brutalize me when she gets the chance!!!

The Start to a TPE Weekend (story)

I whimpered as the last strap was pulled tightly over my ankles. I was sitting in the back of the van, on a blanket, while two men in latex hoods were checking the rest of the straps.

My kidnapping was pretty simple. I was taking a shortcut in an alley, taking no notice of the one car that went by me, so why would I have noticed the van? It slowed down next to me, and just as I turned my head, the side door opened and arms reached out, grabbed me and pulled me in. I was so shocked and surprised that half the straps were on me before I even thought about fighting back.

Shortly thereafter, we parked and got another passenger. A woman wearing a leather jacket zipped up, jeans and combat boots came on. She sat down in front of me and smiled at me with perfect teeth. Her hair was black and bobbed. I couldn't stop staring at her eyes; ice blue.

She did an inspection of my bonds. A strap on my ankles, over and under my knees, over and under my chest (pinning my arms behind me) and straps wrapped around my wrists. She tugged on them.

She patted my thigh, “Sorry for the tightness, but I don't want you getting away.”

She smiled as she ran a hand up my thigh, a finger flicking at the button of my jeans. I drew up my legs, shaking my head whispering, “No, not that, please..”

My captor leaned into my face, “You don't get to say 'no'. Not anymore.”

She quickly undid the button, pressed down on my knees to straighten my legs, and pulled down the zipper. I barely tried to fight her; I closed my eyes and bit my lip.

She yanked down my pants to my thighs and laughed, “Hello Kitty panties!?!””

My face burned red.

She say back down and was still smiling, “Fine, I won't rip them off...they look cute on you. I'll save them for later.”

She twirled a finger on my boots. Cream colored and went up my thigh. She leaned forward and unbuttoned my flannel shirt halfway down. She gently pulled on the shirt so they were exposing my breasts, but still held under the straps.

Her face close to mine, she hissed, “You know I own you now...right?”

I shook my head and looked away and gasped when she grabbed my chin roughly and made me face her, “Oh...you will *learn*...yes, yes you will...”

She let me go and sat back. She stared at me, the smile was gone. All I could see was cruelty and desire. My heart started to pound, because there was nothing I could do....

She looked to her two men, nodded at one, “He seems to like you. Turn your head. Now.”

I turned and looked. His pants was barely constraining his hard on. I gulped. It looked, even from inside his pants, huge. I looked back at her as she spoke.

“They're mine. They'll do whatever I say or want. You obey me, you please me...he won't have you. Unless, of course, you want him to have you...”

I licked my lips, “Please, if you-”

“Shut up. Now.”

She sighed and rolled her eyes and then nodded to him again, “Gag her.”

A wide, white cloth was pulled into my mouth. He pulled it as far back as he could. I couldn't even close my mouth. Then when he knotted it, the pull in the corners of my mouth was almost unbearable. He then pulled out an Ace bandage and started to gag me again.

With each wrap around my head, the bandage and the gag got tighter and tighter. It pulled back into my little mouth cruelly. I tried to close my mouth, but the pressure in the back was such that there was no way that was going to happen.

I whimpered when he brought out the duct tape. I heard the ripping sound and I moaned. He simply wrapped over the two other gags. The gag was beginning to hurt a little. When he finally stopped, I could feel the pressure on my face...even on my eyes.

She looked at me, pointed at my face with one hand and tossed a roll of black electricians' tape with the other to her man, “Clean it up.”

I begged and shook my head. I begged and begged and begged, even with my eyes I begged. But all that would come out of my mouth was “ah..ahhhh...ahh...ahhh...”

She gave me a wicked grin, “Sorry, I can't understand you...”

The thin, black tape wound around my head. Into my gagged mouth, over my cheeks, back behind my head...over and over. Finally, he was done. And I found myself moaning uncontrollably.

She scooted next to me and put an around me, “There, there....the gag will only be on there for the ride back to my place, about forty-five minutes. Oh, look at that...you're already drooling...”

She was right. I could feel the thin line of warm drool drop from my upper lip. It was followed by a somewhat thicker strand from my lower lip and over my chin.

She slowly laid me me back as the van started moving. She had my head cradled on one arm. She ran her other hand from my neck, slowly over the swell of one breast, and over my stomach. I looked at her wide-eyed, knowing....

She whispered, “Just obey me, do what I say...and I will make you feel SO good...”

Her hand went underneath the band of my panties. Fingertips floating where I shaved that day, seeing her smile as she realized that, finally, a finger tip caressing a lip...and she looked surprised and her features softened.

Looking down at me, a beautiful smile, “Oh baby...you're so wet...”

Her finger slipped into me and I moaned. She moved it slowly inside of me, thrusting and circular movements. Soon, I was squeezing her hand between my thighs, writhing a little, my eyes going unfocused, repeating the only sound I could make, “ah...ah...ah...”

She nuzzled my neck and kissed my cheek, “We're going to have SO much FUN...”