I'm a Tentacle Lover

So...yeah, if you don't know me already, I'm a big tentacle porn fan. Sometimes, I wish I could even take part in one of those live-action tentacle porn movies....

Tentacle porn has some of the elements that I love most. Being overpowered, wrapped up tight and unable to move, gagged, struggling mightily, neck wrapped and strangled, being molested and then violated and covered in cum in the end....

Tentacles wrapping themselves around me. Pulsing. Forcing my legs apart, tearing away at my clothes. No matter how much beg and whimper, they are relentless. Wrapped around my neck, getting tighter and tighter until my little mouth opens...and two more tentacles shove their way in, filling up mouth, non-stop mouth fucking.

Squirming up the inside of my thighs and slipping into me. Making me scream around the tentacles sliding around in my mouth. Feel one tentacle slowly, with menace, poke at my little bottom...I'm screaming in my head, “Not there! Not there...OH GOD!! NOT THERE!!” And then it plunges into my rectum and expands.

Within moments, I am reduced to moans and grunting as everything is being violated. Eyes roll back into my head. Gagged, screaming orgasm after orgasm after orgasm. Mind breaking, body abused over and over until so much cum squirts into me...so much that it overloads and squirts out. And in less than a minute...it starts up again....

Sigh, a girl can dream, right?

Animore's Kidnap Opportunity

Sadly, was not kidnapped again. But...

I got some lingering stares; three guys and a girl overall. They were the type of stares of “should I approach her or not?”. So, it is entirely possible that I may have come close to getting “kidnapped” this time.

And this time, at Animore, more people asked to take my picture. Always an ego booster!! So, yes, I had fun. No hook ups this time around, just did my own thing.

There were a couple of silver foxes whose knees I wouldn't have minded being bent over and spanked. Perhaps be handcuffed and made to use my small mouth to make either of them happy....

And as usual, plenty of ladies in wonderful outfits that I wouldn't have minded snuggling up to. And there were two professional cosplayer ladies that were very attractive; one had a gamer-soldier look that worked really well for her, and the other was cosplaying Xena (I think that was it). The lady doing Xena looked to be strong enough to lift me up pretty easily. And if she had, I would've told her to get us room and to tear me up until I pass out (I love being lifted, instant wetness)!

So, a little tired, but not too tired to slap my favorite, red ball gag in my little mouth (wearing it now), have my hands cuffed, get my hitachi, put it on the high setting, and see how many times I can cum during one of the old ZFX movies I own...

Oh...the door is open if one of you gentlemen demons of vicious vixens out there want to have your way with me....

Kidnap Opportunity at Animore 2019, Pt.2!

All right, so I will be at Animore, 1/11 to 1/13. So that means that this is a “Suzy Kidnap Opportunity”! If you don't know what that is, please click this link:

https://thegaggedgirl.blogspot.com/2018/12/kidnap-opportunity-at-animore-2019.html?zx=2b80dee817fa454b

And here are the rules:

If you think that you find me, you HAVE TO ASK THE FOLLOWING EXACTLY: “Spike Speigel, Togusa or Roy Mustang?” Yes, the question HAS to be in that order!

The answer that confirms that you have found HAS TO BE THE FOLLOWING EXACTLY: “Actually, I am bi and into furries so I would fuck Aggretsuko.” AND you HAVE to be shown a picture of Aggretsuko as well. Yes, the answer HAS to be that and be shown a picture or else you have the wrong girl! Here is a picture of Aggretsuko.

The reason for this is that quite often, people cos-play the same characters all the time. This is to protect those who are not part of this little game, as well as to protect YOU!

Once it has been confirmed that you have found me and we agree that I am “kidnapped”, we go to the second part; we meet with Blue. Blue is a long time friend who will keep tabs on me during these conventions. He is my security measure. BTW, even if you are a woman, you still have to meet Blue.

After that, then you “kidnap” me!! That means that you come with me as I go through the convention, we'll have lunch (or dinner) and you get to buy me Pocky! And if we hit it off...who knows?

Now, here are your hints as to how to find me. No matter what I wear or cosplay, I always wear a silver ankh off of my left wrist. So,, there's clue number one. Clue number two is that my hair will be short. Each day, I will be dressed differently.

Friday – aviatrix!

Saturday – Faye Valentine in opera dress (the peoples' choice)

Sunday – a stand-by for me: cat ears! Hair will be slicked back, cat ears on, a cameo with a silver circle on my neck, black coat over a white blouse with a black tie, kid gloves, black boots with jeans tucked in and wearing sunglasses.

There are your clues! Good luck in finding me!

Kidnap Opportunity at Animore 2019!!!

So, it's been a little while since I've done a Suzy Kidnap Opportunity, so I think I am overdue for one! This will be the first of two annual convention Opportunities. Here are the particulars:

Convention – Animore (www.animore.com )

When - January 11-13

Where – Baltimore, the Hyatt Regency Inner Harbor, 300 Light Street.

For those of you who don't know what a Suzy Kidnap Opportunity is, it's basically a place and time where you have a real chance of finding me. A successful “kidnapping” of me, is simply identifying me via a code phrase and reply from me. As a result, you get to “kidnap” me!

Basically, if you “kidnap” me, it means that I am on your arm for the remainder of the convention. You get to buy me Pocky and a drink at the hotel bar. And who knows what else... More specific rules will be posted the week before Animore (around January 4^th) as well as more information to help you try to find me! Speaking of which...

I almost only cosplay at conventions and I am lucky to be friends with a costume designer!!Here are a couple of outfits that you get to choose from. Majority vote wins (and no write ins!)! You can place your vote here or email me at suzylikestheropes@hotmail.com . Here are the choices:

Faye Valentine (opera dress, from Cowboy BeBop)

Kei (from Akira)

Noa (from Patlabor)

Okay, remember, majority vote wins and on the fourth I will post the winner as well as the rules of the Suzy Kidnap Opportunity!!

And by the way, I did write this while handcuffed and gagged. I've drooled all over myself....

Desperate Desire (story)

Mistress and Sir are smirking at me.

Earlier, I was ordered to come to them straight after work. They made me stand in the almost empty room, under the one light again. The camera's red light came on; we were streaming.

Sir wore his normal black suit and hood. Mistress was her beautiful self, all in leather, blonde hair in a bun, smelling like jasmine, blue eyes both laughing and cat-like, her smile cruel. And there I stood, in front of the sofa.

In my tan skirt that went to my knees, white blouse with long sleeves and high collar, white hair band in my brown hair. I was told by Sir in an email to wear hose and white panties today to work with heels.

The had bound me with rope tonight. Tightly. As they bound me, they whispered into my ears, one at a time. Telling me I was a slut. A whore. Desperate for Sir's cock or Mistress' strap on to fuck my nasty holes. That I would get on my knees and beg for it. That I was trash. I wasn't even a person, just fuck meat. And that's what I wanted to be: a dirty, nasty, slutty, whorish little girl.

By the time they finished binding me, I was on on the sofa. Arms bound together behind my back at the elbows and wrists. Ropes going above and below my breasts. The knots *so* tight they made my chest thrust out some.

Mistress lifted my chin, “For that slutty, whore mouth of yours....”

She jammed a ball gag into my little mouth. She jerked the gag straps so tight they cut into my cheeks. I moaned a little and was rewarded with a light slap to the face and a harsh “shut up, bitch”.

Then Sir shoved my skirt up. He roughly folded my leg, ankle under my thigh and bound them together. I could feel my heels start to dig underneath me when he was done. And the last thing he did was to put a very tight and very knotted crotch rope on me.

The crotch rope was taut over my hose and panties. It rubbed against me. It was *too* tight. It chafed.

Then they had stepped away from. The stood behind the camera, the little red light went on, saying that we now streaming. Sir adjusted the camera as I half-sat and half-lain down on the sofa. Then they folded their arms and smirked at me.

As I looked at the camera, I was unsure. I was given no direction. I was simply bound, gagged and verbally degraded. But no directions, no orders. They were just *smirking*.

I moved slightly on the sofa and felt a tendril of pleasure as I moved against the knotted crotch rope. I whimpered a little. Then I looked at the camera. How many of you saw that? Did my face say that I liked it? Did you hear me whimper?

My face grew red. Embarrassed. Yes, of course, all of you saw me. You saw me be a little bit slutty. Just as Mistress and Sir said. But I'm not...I play the part, but I'm not! I'm a good girl! The way I dress is respecta-

I moved and moaned again. The rope sliding over my hose and panties, digging in. And that's when I knew. Oh no...I *knew*...

I turned my head, ashamed and closed my eyes. I wasn't just red in my face. My face was *burning*. I felt a tear go down my cheek and I knew why, because they were right, *goddamn* them....

In the end, they were right. I couldn't help it. My hips slowly undulated. They grind in slow circles. My legs couldn't close, You all could see everything. Moving against the ropes. Tan hose and white panties pushing and grinding against the red rope.

Moaning louder and louder. Face getting redder and redder and I am *SO* ashamed. Still not looking at the camera, not able to see the rd light telling me you are all watching me...

I'm not a good girl. I'm not respectable. Sir and Mistress were right.

As I sit here, in proper clothes, yet still looking like a bondage whore, hips moving and grinding my way to a desperate orgasm, chest thrust out like a tease...even though I am fully clothed...I'm a slut.

As my eyes slowly open, as my move more quickly, as I moan and moan and moan and whimper and beg into my gag, I look into the camera and I know...I *know*...

I'm a dirty, nasty, slutty, whore. And I am embarrassed and ashamed that I need this so badly, That I want Sir and Mistress to fuck my nasty holes and make me scream. That you can see my desperate desires to give up and fuck and to be hate-fucked.

Wanting Sir and Mistress to rip my clothes off, rip the crotch rope off and fuck me. Fuck me with cock and strap-ons. In my small ass and dirty cunt. Knowing that all you men and women want to do the same to me, fuck me like a slut, slap me, choke me while you fuck me as you watch me.

Little pathetic me, bound and gagged, fully clothed, writhing like a needy whore on the sofa, the crotch rope giving me so much pleasure but not an orgasm...

Until I scream at Sir and Mistress, drool cascading down my chin, begging them to fuck me, please please please just *FUCK ME!!!!*

And then they chuckle and simply walk out of the room. Leaving me to buck my hips wildly against the crotch rope, moaning and sobbing as you watch me try to cum.....

  

What the fuck!?!?

I was bored...you can beat me later.....

Kidnap Opportunity at Otakon 2018

Sadly...another year has passed where I did not get kidnapped.

But I did find interesting things as always...

And met up with some convention friends! No, not going to post their pics here...not even of the one who slipped me some tongue when I went in to give her a peck, lol! Had a great time, as usual!

Well, as far as kidnapping goes...perhaps next year or at Animore 2019...