A little vacation for me...

So, had a nice time. Had a nice stay on an island in Virginia with some friends. Hung out, drank some wine. Did some hiking, which I haven't done in some time. The weather wasn't that great for the most part...but, someone else did the cooking (nice change of pace).

(I took this picture)

I even got to try some new wine...

Not a bad bottle.

And I came across this little scene in a gift shop...

(I took this one)

But the highlight was helping out on a demo. I got to wear some gags, collars, was paraded around on a leash...

Always fun! But nice to be back. Taking Monday off to relax. BTW, saw the trailer for this:

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mo3A0whi0tI

I've always wanted to try this.....

The Awful Gag (story)

Mistress had me in the room, sitting in a chair under a circle of light from one light bulb. She dressed me up earlier in black lace bra and panties and heels in another part of the large apartment. She placed a collar on my neck with a leash and placed a bit gag in my mouth.

She had me crawl around her on all fours from room to room. In each room, we would stop and she would handcuff me and then rub my panties, making sure they I was nice and wet. She wanted my panties to be soaked. By the time we got to the last room, I was allowed to walk in.

I was surprised to see a naked man in a hood and heavy leather gag lashed to a chair with belts. As we walked in, he heard our heels clicking on the floor. Instantly, he go hard as he listened to us approach.

Mistress, in a latex body suit, stopped me in front of him. As I stood there, she worked my soaked panties down my legs. At her command, I stepped out of the panties, feeling the cool air. Mistress gave me her wicked smile as she tossed back her blond hair. Blue, feline eyes...so lovely and evil.

She checked the feed, the red light from the camera turned on. Within moments, the feed went to thousands out on the internet. and came back and ordered me to wave to the camera and give a gagged “hello” to the internet audience.

Mistress went to the bound and gagged man in the chair. She took my panties and placed them softly on the head of his penis. He moaned and tired to beg. Mistress just laughed. That's when I was ordered to the other chair.

As the man moaned into his gag, Mistress placed a hitachi between my legs and ordered me to close them. She proceeded to belt my legs up. Next, my hands were cuffed behind me and more belts were used above and below my breasts. I was still gagged, but she placed a black scarf over my shoulder. She reached down and turned the hitachi on the lowest setting.

I moaned around the bit gag. Eyes slowly closed and open. The vibe constant and massaging my already, very wet crotch. I slowly writhed in the chair, looking at the camera, knowing that all those people were watching me...and it made me feel so good and slutty.

Mistress commanded me to look at her male slave. She was kneeling down in front, angled so that the camera could see everything going on between the three of us. Giggling, she grabbed my wet panties and started to stroke him.

He fought against the belts, but not to get away. He was trying to buck his hips as Mistress took my panties and rubbed them up and down, swirling over his swollen head. His hooded head was moving from side to side as his pleas grew louder. I wonder how long she had been teasing him. It may have been weeks since he was allowed to cum...

Suddenly, he screamed into his gag and his body moved as if being electrocuted. His screams faded into moans. His moans into whimpers as his penis moved up and down with the force of his orgasm. Mistress caught his cum with my panties.

She stood up and walked to the camera. His head hung down in exhaustion. I could almost her him whimpering still. She opened up my panties to the camera and showed the audience the cum inside.

She stood behind me and with one hand, undid the bit gag. A small amount of drool escaped me and as I looked down, that's when she surprised me.

I saw her gloved hand appear in front of my face and I saw my panties for just a moment. I could see his sperm pooled and congealing in my panties. Then, she pinched my nose and my tiny mouth opened up automatically.

Mistress shoved the panties in my mouth. At first, I was too surprised to do anything and then I tried to spit it out. She held it in with one hand. Outraged, I yelled into the hand gag and got her laughter.

She quickly took the scarf on my shoulder and gagged me. She pulled the scarf into my small mouth and pulled as tight as she could, jerking my head back. The scarf cut into the corners of my mouth and into my cheeks. Finally, she knotted the gag behind my head tightly. The soiled panties well past my teeth and on my tongue.

She walked away to the camera and pulled out another black scarf. This one went over my already gagged mouth. And again, she made extra effort to make it as tight as possible. My cheeks were mashed underneath it, lips flattened and as hard as I could try to....not taste the the awful panties in my mouth.

Mistress leaned over me from behind, her mouth right to my ear. She told me that the panties needed to be cleaned now. I was to suck all of his cum out. As well as my own wetness. She pinched my nose to get me started.

All I could taste was saltiness and muskiness. Mistress then turned the vibe on high, causing me to jerk around within my belt bonds. Sucking on those awful panties.

But I could see the screen of the laptop and the comments on the feed. And as my body squirmed to the vibe. As I knew that so many were watching me being degraded like this. As I knew that it turned me on even more and that would be having screaming orgasms as a result while the bound man next to me begged Mistress to let him cum or fuck me. As I read all the comments come in calling me a whore, a slut, a cum dumpster, how they would fuck me, choke me while they fucked me, lick me, kiss me, hurt me, rape me...

I still could taste his cum and my own juices and sucked harder on my own panties while I came over and over and over....

Diane Lane Fixation

I've always had a crush on Diane Lane. Rarely, though, has it been through a BDSM lens.

I even own "Ladies and Gentlemen, the Fabulous Stains": https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=oEjRg22yFBE  And yes, that is Laura Dern in there, too!

Anyway...so, staying up late after work, just relaxing, decided to watch Judge Dredd, the Sylvester Stallone one.  And the thing is, I've seen this oldie before, but....suddenly, there was Diane Lane, in a Judge uniform.

And, I suddenly wanted to be on my knees, licking Mistress Lane's boots with my tiny, pink tongue.

For awhile now, the image has been on my mind, distracting me. Me, a new prostitute on the streets, and getting arrested by her. She cuffs me, lashes me to her bike and takes me away...but not the precinct house...but her apartment. She drags me by my arm into her place and throws me to the floor. She's very stern as she takes her helmet off and tells me that she is going to get more comfortable.

Next thing I know, she comes back, looking like a goddess. She shoves a ballgag into my mouth and grabs me by my hair and pulls me up to my knees.

Holding me by my hair, she slaps my face. Asking me if I'm a slut, do I want to be fucked like a whore, how and do I need it, do I want ot be a sex slave, do I want to be her slave...she slaps me quickly and while I'm too confused and getting mixed up too answer her...I am getting so wet... So, finally, she lets go of me and makes me kneel there, waiting for to decided on something...  

Finally, she changes my gag to a dildo gag. She lays back and beckons me, calling me "fuck-face" and "slut"...she promises me that if I make her cum...I can stay here, locked in this apartment, to be her toy....

And of course, we all know just hard I would to be her toy and slave...

So, this has been distracting me for a couple of days now. No matter how much bondage I put myself in, no matter how tight I make the gag, no matter how many times I use the hitachi and cum so hard that I'm screaming and begging for her with drool cascading down my chin...I still think about being dominated by Diane Lane.

I can dream......

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....

Beckoned (story)

I got the note at work today. A simple note on a card. It was a time and a place I know well. It's only fifteen minutes by cab. When I get these notes, I simply come when beckoned.

I have my own key to this condo. It's in an older building, tenth floor. Lovely condos, very private. I come here to play when I am called for.

The apartment is sparsely furnished. There is a glass of water on the table with another note. As I drink the water, I read the note. It tells me exactly where to go and what to do. I am to go to the only open door on the left, down the long hallway, no where else.

My hear skips a little as I walk down the hallway, heels clicking on the hardwood floor. I stop at the open door and look at the end of the hall. The door there is closed but light is coming out from the crack at the bottom. That's the room the I play in. I've been in two of the other four bedrooms. Those other rooms are for others, forbidden to me.

I walk into my bedroom. A white box on the ornate poster bed. Another note. This note commands me to put on the clothes in the box and to hang my work clothes up in the closest. This means I will be spending the night here. I lay down the note and open the box.

I quickly change into the black lace panties and bra. Garters and stockings. I slip the heels on, a little tall for me, but I can still walk in them. I clasp the ankle straps. I pull out the collar. It's my normal collar that I wear here. A collar well-worn and loved. A soft, black leather collar with a single ring in front.

I take my time putting it on. Loving the familiar feel, the small thrill as I pull it tightly on my neck before clasping it into the proper notch. It's been rubbed with oil recently: I like that smell.

I stand up and put on the new, black silk robe that was also in the box. Cool, slinky. I slip the belt on and use a loose knot. I am sure this will be coming off soon.

I walk out the door, leaving it open. When I am here, it isn't allowed to be closed, certainly never locked. I walk to the door at the end of the hall. I knock on the door, just as the note commanded. I count to three and enter.

Sir and Mistress are sitting in the middle of the room, on two plush chairs. There is a single bulb above them lighting them in a circle. Normally, I would be in that circle of light, kneeling on pillows, waiting for Sir or Mistress, or both, to come and play with me. But not tonight. Tonight, I am to come to them.

I walk up to the camera and turn it on. I look down to the laptop on the small table. Everything working correctly, everyone now watching us.

Sir is in his white, custom-made button down shirt, silk black tie, black pants and shiny shoes. His coat draped over the back of his chair. His steel-gray hair is slicked back and he is wearing his simple masquerade mask. He doesn't like his face to be seen on the feed.

Mistress, however, does. She's wearing her leather, knee-high boots. Her legs are crossed. Her black, silk skirt coming over her knees. Startling white blouse and she's wearing her kid gloves tonight. There's a black ribbon choker on her neck, silver cameo glinting in the light. Her blonde hair up in a loose bun. Ruby red lips and blue feline eyes...looking cruel and lovely.

I step into the light and turn for them. Slowly, so they can see me in the clothes they have chosen for me. I keep turning until Sir commands me to look at the camera. I see the red light on, knowing that all of you out there are watching us. Watching me.

Sir snaps his fingers. I slowly undo the robe's belt. I move my shoulders just a bit, and the robe simply glides off my shoulders and into the crooks of my arms. I smile at the camera. Smile at all of you. I let the robe drop to the floor.

I move slowly to my knees, eyes never off the camera. Once on my knees, my hands lay in my lap, waiting. I am very still. Until Sir snaps his fingers again. Now, I turn my back on you. No offense, but now I am for my Sir and Mistress.

I crawl on my hands and knees. Eyes up to Mistress. She looks down on me, smugly. A quirk to her lips, the smile of a beautiful sadist. I come closer to her. She points to the toe of one boot.

I can smell the leather. It's been shined. Clean. I close my eyes and kiss the toe lightly. She moves her foot so the top of the boot caresses my face. I lean into it and close my eyes. She takes it away from me and I pout a little.

I turn to Sir. I crawl to his chair. I kiss his shoe. He puts the foot forward so that the toe glides along my chest. He brings it back and lifts my chin with his shoe.

Sir command, “Come to me.”

I start at his feet. My small hands moving up his shins. Over his knees, my body following. Over his thighs, breasts pressed against them, face almost at his stomach, I briefly look down and I sigh.

I keep moving up. I smell his shirt. I smell him. No cologne, just crisp soap; such a clean smell. I turn as I go up further. I sit lightly Sir's lap.

I look up as Mistress stands. She takes two steps towards us. She's looking down at me. Those cruel lips smiling, lips that I want so badly. I move my bottom in small circles on Sir's lap, leaning forward towards Mistress.

They both suddenly move quickly, without warning. Sir wraps one arm around me, pinning my arms to me, his hand moves to my collared neck, grabs it and squeezes.

My eyes fly open. Breath caught in my throat, and Sir squeezes a little more and it becomes so deliciously hard to breathe.

Mistress grabs my hair and yanks my head back. Her hand cupping my chin, fingers mashing and pushing into my cheeks. She keeps shaking my head. Pulling and pressing into my cheeks.

And I my heart jackhammers. Sir keeps squeezing me, air slowly cutting off. Mistress hurting me, sharp pain and my cheeks in a vice, head being jerked back and forth. Body being squeezed by Sir. They are hurting me, the love to hurt me and I simply adore it and I let them...but I am so scared.

I let out a small whimper.

And then Mistress stops pulling my hair and moving my head. Her hand is light on my cheeks, no longer squeezing my lips. Sir lets up on my neck and he stops squeezing my body, but pulls me against his chest, sliding me backwards on his lap.

Mistress has a needful look on her face; she's looks she is pain. I realize she is about to cry. She lets out a very small sound I don't even know how to describe. She comes to me and kisses me softly on the lips.

I smell jasmine on her. My favorite scent. Our lips touch and press and glide over each other, until I yield and open my small mouth a little. Mistress kisses me deeply. Hand holding my head gently, caressing my hair, my face. I let my eyes close and I start to go into a warn, loving numbness.

As I go down inside, Sir kisses the side of my neck. His strong arms holding me to him. Breath tickling me. Fingers on my neck now massaging me, lightly, simple caresses. His hand moves up and holds one breast, searching and finding my nipple.

And as I relax. As I give up. As I give up everything to them. As I happily let myself down into the pit of sensations. I feel a tear from Mistress hit my cheek.

Sir whispers into my ear, his voice full of need and quiet desperation, “We're lost...we can't find our way back...”

Mistress pulls away and looks into my eyes, her lovely feline eyes glistening, she whispers so softly, “Save us...please...save us...”

I simply nod and bring them both to me as I tell them that I love them both oh so much..... 

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!!!