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...”

Found another, old video from the hard drive of me....

So, I'm pretty sure I never posted this little video. If I have, my apologies and I will spank myself with a wooden spoon...

This very short clip is me in a black-cloth-hood, Blue is taking the video and decides to hand smother me. BTW, I am already cleave-gagged under the hood.  Enjoy!

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)

A Closet (story)

I have no idea where you took me. You made sure I was blindfolded the whole time.

My wrists are in heavy cuffs. Fur-lined. You placed the chain of the cuffs onto something like a hook. I heard a chain go through a pulley. And up my arms went.

Hands over my head, stretched up on my black heels, the only clothing you let me wear after making me strip for you.

I was blind, I could only hear your breathing as I took off my clothes. You took my hands and placed them in cuffs and led me away. Never knowing. Perfectly blind.

I heard a door open. You gently pushed me forward and then turned me around. That's when you pulled my arms up.

You commanded me to open my mouth. And I did. Suddenly, I felt the ball being pushed past my lips, into my tiny mouth, stretching it. You pulled hard on the leather straps, they cut into my cheeks as you pulled hard and cinched it.

You patted my stomach, telling me I'm in a special closet. Then I heard a door close and your footsteps went away. I stood there, stretching upwards, weight on my wrists, almost suspended by them.

I don't know how long you were away. But my arms are aching so bad right now. My jaw hurts from the gag. My feet getting sore in my heels. I've been moaning more and more...but still careful not to drool, not to lose that one, last bit of control over my body.

Your footsteps come back to me. The door creaks open. I feel your hands on my cheeks, thumbs caressing. I sigh into my gag, hoping for relief and loving the touch.

Your hands move back, slowly, fingers tracing the blindfold, caressing my brown hair. You make me feel so good. My body moves and writhes. I need more. My body wants more. I make a small noise, almost a demand...

I'm wet. I'm helpless. I don't care. I want your fingers, your tongue, anything...inside me, where its warm, wet..needy and greedy...I want to cum so badly. I want to cum so badly, for you...

The blindfold slips away. I blink into the light that comes from behind you. I look up into your beautiful face. Wanting you to kiss my gagged lips, almost afraid that I might pass out if you do...

Your finger traces a small circle on my stomach. And I want it, want it, want it...please, baby, oh, please make me do it...make me dirty for you...

I look and give you my dark eyes, I beg you with them, plead for your touch with them, trying to tell you about the ache and the desire and the relief and...oh, *everything*...

I beg on final time through my gag, “Pllllllsssshhhhhh.....plllllsshhhh....”

I feel the warm trickle of drool slide over my chin, dropping onto my breasts. And I start to cry when you smile, shake your head and close the door...locking it...