A Secretary's Need (story)

Ok, this is the last of the breathplay stories I had written for that breathplay site. I hope you enjoy it!

And please remember to vote for the cosplay for my Otakon kidnap opportunity! Go here for details: https://thegaggedgirl.blogspot.com/2019/06/it-isalmost-that-time-again-suzy-kidnap.html 

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I stayed late to wrap up some things at the office for the accounts manager before leaving for a long weekend. Every other Saturday, I physically report to the dungeon for duties as assigned. This weekend, I was to be a hostess...which means an evening of really tight bondage and gags...and hobbling around to show guests and their own slaves around. Whenever I pull this duty, I go for a long weekend because it usually takes a day for me to recover and for all the visible rope marks to go away. 

And it also means that I was spending the entire day distracted. Dreaming of strict bondage, several types of gags shoved into my little mouth over the evening, fondling, spanking...I spent the day continuously wet.

I went into the manager's office to put away the last files before leaving. The manager had already left two hours ago. After putting the files away, I walked past the desk and saw the balled up laundry cleaning bag in the otherwise empty waste basket. I stared for a moment, dreaming of being helpless, bagged, worked over with a vibe, struggling for air hoping to last long enough for an orgasm before passing out...

I shook my head and left the office. I went to my desk and started closing things down. I was the last one there. I looked around. The bag was right there...but, out here, in the open? I laughed at myself at the thought of getting off right there, especially with someone who might walk in.

I looked around as I shut off the lamp on my desk and noticed that the office supply closet door was open. I did a hard blink. I slowly looked back at the manager's office. I licked my lips, went back to the wastebasket and snatched the clear, laundry bag out of the wastebasket.

Frantically looking around, I made my way to the supply closet and slipped in. I didn't see anyone around, but I wanted as much privacy as I could get. The closet was perfect.

I entered and flicked the light switch. On three walls were tall shelves of office supplies. A stool at the end. I closed the door behind me.

I looked at the bag. There were no rips in it. Just the one hole for the hanger. I found the clear packaging tape and fixed that. Then I found the rubber bands, the larger ones. I needed to cinch the bag.

I closed my eyes for a moment. Was I really going to do this? Couldn't I just wait? Am I that desperate? Did I need it that badly?

I felt a small throb in my pussy. Yes. Yes, I did need it...

I looked around on the floor and the stool. My outfit wouldn't get dirty, or at least, dirty enough to raise question. My jacket was back at my desk. I had on my knee-length tan skirt, a long-sleeved white blouse, hair back in a white head band and sensible, brown heels. I took a moment to be thankful for no hose...at this point, I was so ready I would have just a ripped a hole in them.

I lifted up my skirt and bent over a little. I slid my white panties down past my knees and let them fall to my ankles. I let my hands wander up from my thighs and they cupped my covered breasts. I closed my eyes; I was wondering who my fantasy attacker would be. The silver fox a floor down? The Asian girl with beautiful long hair two desks down from me? The executive down the hall who could pass for Catherine Zeta Jones? The really buff FedEx guy? All of them?

As I was deciding, I unbuttoned my blouse. I opened it up and looked at the top of my breasts. I gently pulled the tan bra down, exposing my nipples. I played with them with my finger tips, pretending my attacker was teasing me. I groped myself, whispering, “Please, stop!”, pretending as well. I started to slip into subspace and with eyes half-lidded, I looked to the right and saw the black, large paper clips.

The first one, I had to cover my mouth, I moaned so loudly with the pressure and pain. And so much pleasure. The second one was placed with mu lips firmly placed, but still whimpering...my pretend attacker was being so cruel.

With one hand on a breast, the other made its way down. I ran a finger over my moist lips, glad I shaved earlier. Rubbing and gliding, making my already wet pussy soaked, whispering for my imaginary attacker to stop, please stop, please, I'll be good, I won't tell just stop....

My knees started to go weak so I sat on the stool, leaned back and kept going. Whimpering and moaning. Nipples hurting under the clips in delicious pain. Now both hands were working; one on the clit, and a finger going in and probing, hard.

I opened my eyes and saw on the bottom shelf a fat marker and hand lotion. I licked my lips; was I that desperate? I closed my eyes, pretended that my attacker was raping me. Head leaning back, a pressure building up fast, ready to burst. It was time for the bag.

I stopped long enough to grab the bag and pull it over my head. Pulling two rubber bands over and down, feeling the plastic cinch into my neck. I was sealed, only so much air. My pretend attacker was going to kill me while raping me....

I completely slipped into subspace. I begged, I moaned, I pleaded and all the while, my fingers driving up the amount of pressure. And finally, that bag grew warm with stale air. The plastic was starting close in a little bit more with each breath.

I slowly slipped off the stool. I was laying on the cold floor. Hand working myself, the clips were unbearable, the bag fogging up..still whimpering and moaning and just saying “no, stop” over and over and over....

One hand shot out and grabbed the fat marker. Clumsily used the hand lotion to lube it. My left hand took over my clit, my right held the lubed marker, reached behind me and forced it into my little, butthole.

My eyes rolled back into my head. It felt so huge in me! Filling me. Almost too much. And as I thrust it in, in the shock of it, I took a deep breath and plastic reached almost all the way to my throat.

My eyes were closed, but my head started whipping around in a futile effort to get the plastic out. It moved some, but not completely and my small, pink tongue kept stabbing at it to force it out, but the only got the plastic stuck to it.

All the while, my fingers rubbed at my clit furiously. The marker being moved inside of me. No air to whimper or moan or beg, just enough to grunt.

Grunting as my imaginary attacker used me, filled me, took my breath away, telling I was a whore, a meat hole, fuck meat, such a dirty whore, such a dirty slut and I agreed. I was such a dirty slut, such a whore...yes, yes, I am a dirty slut, let me cum let me cum, please oh god don't kill me before I cum, I'm a dirty slut, I'm a dirty slut, OH MY GOD I'M A DIRTY SLUT!!!!
My lungs burned only for a moment before euphoria set in. My head was madly moving around on its own, eyes only showing whites, little mouth wide open, plastic sucked too far in with just my tiny tongue trying to break through.

The pressure broke with an explosion. My orgasm was violent. My hips bucked, one leg kicked so hard the heel came flying off, exposing my small foot. Not enough air for me to scream out my orgasm, feeling as if electricity was being coursed through me, there was no control. Just my body convulsing, grunting and trying so, so, SO hard to breathe...

Almost on its own, one hand ripped a hole into the bag, Cool air rushed in and I just laid there, breathing greedily My body twisted on its side. Hands limp on the floor. Eyes closed and still panting. A ripped plastic bag around my neck. Panties around my ankles, skirt hiked up. A marker sticking out of me. I bet I made quite the picture.

After what seemed like forever, I picked myself up. I reset my clothes and picked up everything I used. I cautiously opened the door. Looked around and saw no one. Threw the bag and marker away. I cleaned myself up in the ladies room. Feeling tired, satisfied and feeling marvelously like a dirty girl, I left work.

As I rode the elevator down, I thought, “Oh yes, I AM a dirty slut....”

It is almost that time again; Suzy Kidnap Opportunity at Otakon!!

Otakon ( www.otakon.com )

When – 7/26 to 7/28

Where – Walter E. Washington Convention Center, Washington DC

For those of you who are new to this game, a Suzy Kidnap Opportunity is when you have an actual, real chance to “kidnap” me! You will be given a specific, large-area location in which to find me where I will be during certain times. In this case, a convention center over three days!

To successfully “kidnap” me, you have to find me, give the right code phrase and get the right answer (to make sure you have the right girl). If that happens, you've “kidnapped” me!!!

Now, here's what “kidnapping” actually means. For the rest of Otakon, you become my date. You go with me everywhere I go in the convention and buy me Pocky and soda. Also, depending on when we leave the building that day; you get to take me to dinner (nothing TOO outrageous and in Chinatown) or take me to a bar for a couple of drinks, hang out and the meet up the next day. And if we happen to like each other enough...well, there will be some of my gear back at the hotel room....

And yes...both men and women can play; I'm bi, so I don't care what sex you are, honestly.

You get clues. Mostly, I will tell you in a post right before the convention what I am wearing each day. I will be cos-playing, so 2 out of the 3 days there, I will be in a costume. The other day, I will dress up in something formal. You will get a complete description for each day. However, one thing I ALWAYS wear at Otakon is a small, silver ankh off my left wrist. Some day I will reveal the reason why.

But, every year, I let you all vote for one of my cos-play outfits. Majority vote wins and I reveal the outfits a week before Otakon! You can leave your vote here or at my email: suzylikestheropes@hotmail.com . Ok, here are your choices:

Kastsuragi Misato from Evangelion

Shino Kuribayashi from Gate

Chane Laforet from Baccano

So vote for your favorite (and only these that are listed) and majority vote wins!!

Next time I write about this Suzy Kidnap Opportunity, will be a week before the con!

Oh...and I wrote this with my hands in handcuffs and a red ball gag in my mouth...and I just drooled on my tee shirt....

...mmmmmppphhh.....

The Addiction of Being Ruined (short story)

(another story I wrote for the breathplay site)

(please play as you read)

I blinked a few times, looking up at the ceiling. Took a deep breath, and slowly sat up. My whole body felt heavy as I propped myself on my elbow, taking a little break before sitting upright. Hands on the cement floor, I let my head fall back, closed my eyes, took another deep breath.

I turned my head. To my right lay the ropes that had bound me. It looks like she untied me as I was out. A ball gag that I was wearing. And the bag she used to take my breath away. I could see the lipstick on the bag.

I looked down at my body; it was sweaty and marked. Rope marks on my ankles. I was sure there would be some on my wrists and arms as well. There were crop marks on my breasts, on the inside of my thighs; they still hurt a little. In that dull and good way. There was a faint throbbing inside of me....she took her time on me.

I shivered a little, the floor was cold. Then there was a swell of confused feelings. Enjoyment, chaos, panic, need, desire, fear, lust, helplessness and power. It all hit me at once. I bit my lip and looked down at the floor. A wave of emotion making me so little, so small and needy.

I heard her boots on the floor behind me. I closed my eyes. I only needed a moment to myself to get clear and straight. Just a moment. All of those feelings, the way my body overloaded on the delicious orgasm, just as I was passing out...all of those lovely, destructive and addictive things hitting; I needed a moment.

She knelt down behind me. I closed my eyes and shook my head.

She commanded me to lean back against her and in a small, little voice I said, “Not yet...please...just give me a moment...”

Her hands lightly grasped my upper arms, my voice shook, “No, don't, please don't...”

She started to pull me back to her and I whimpered, “Oh, please, please, don't, please...”

She shushed me and I felt her chest on my back and I moaned, “Oh, god...”

I twisted around and into her. One arm going up behind her back, the other hooking around her neck. Scared, needy and wanting and loving and hurting I buried my face into her neck, she smelled like jasmine and then I broke so hard I felt myself shatter into a million pieces.

Hot tears streamed down my cheeks. No sobbing, just silent crying, letting the tears and release and relief out. She stroked my hair and whispered all the things I needed and wanted to hear.

After some time, I was okay. Exhausted and drained, but good. Feeling safe in her arms. I kissed her neck, where I could feel her pulse on my lips. I lingered there, a long kiss for her. I tilted my head up a little and kissed the lobe of her ear.

Once our lovely moment passed, I whispered a demand, “Again...do it again...”

The Story (fiction)

(another story I wrote from the Breathplay site, enjoy!

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The Story (fiction)

As a reporter for an online channel, you sometimes have to do some stories that you don't want to do, just to pay the bills. Normally, my boss sends me out on stories on culture; food, wine, the arts...things I know about and enjoy. The channel I work for also has a segment that they call “The Dark Side”. Very cheesy.

This week, “The Dark Side” reporter was unavailable; she was reporting on a thing where you can get yourself kidnapped and we haven't seen in her like two weeks. So, instead of reviewing a new Thai restaurant, my boss plugged me into a story for “The Dark Side”. It was to be about erotic asphyxiation.

I had done my research. I read up on how one can get high off of cutting off oxygen to the brain. Some people even experience hallucinations. And of course, how it can heighten an orgasm to higher level. My boss wanted me to focus on the safety side of this; and the fact that some people die to get this high or orgasm.

The meeting took place in an industrial park that was quite busy. I had been expecting an abandoned, run-down evil-looking place, but...it was just a shop. There were, of course, equipment you might expect: racks, whips, cuffs....standard, television dungeon equipment. The only difference was a metal structure in the middle of the shop. With a white rope noose dangling down.

I met with the Goddess and her pet slave. She was wearing all latex, a bodysuit actually. Very form fitting; her red hair up in a bun. She looked very severe. Her slave, no name for him, was big and muscled. His pants were a little too tight and I could see pretty much everything, which made me blush. But he wore that creepy, leather hood with a gag. Goddess said he was wearing a penis gag. Poor guy.

We sat in two chairs; the slave was on all fours. We had a good, thirty minute interview on the safety of erotic asphyxiation and how deaths occur. I had enough to edit and make a fifteen minute story for the channel segment. That's when Goddess asked if I would like to try the noose around my neck. She thought it would make for good optics.

Not wanting to be rude, I agreed, and honestly, I thought a sign off with a noose around my neck was just cheesy enough for the segment so why not? We reset the camera in front of the gallows, her word not mine and prepared for the shot.

Since I normally do a culture piece, I had an image to maintain. Dressing up the way the now-missing reporter did would make this whole thing look like a third-rate, soft-core porno, so I dressed more conservatively than I normally do.

A beige suit jacket over a long-sleeved, white blouse. High-neck collar and buttoned up, of course. The skirt I chose went past my knees, halfway down my thighs. You can see just enough to know I was wearing hose, and I was wearing short heels. I wore a white headband. Goddess had poked fun at me, asking if I was from the Christian News Network.

I pressed record and walked to the gallows. I had noticed that there was no stage or deck. Goddess simply said she wasn't comfortable with drops and preferred to pull on the rope to lift her so-called willing submissive up by the neck.

She asked me, just as I was approaching if she could cuff my wrists and ankles. I laughed and said no. She shrugged and said she just wanted to show why she would do something like that for safety reasons on camera. After a moment, I gave her permission; it would look good.

As I stood under the noose, her slave approached me in a crawl and put steel cuffs on my ankles. Then he stood up and gently pulled my hands behind me. All the while, Goddess was explaining safety rules. With a very loud click, my wrists were cuffed behind me.

Goddess placed the noose around my neck. I felt a small stab of fear as she cinched tight around my neck. Her slave went to the rope and put his hands on it. I opened my mouth in protest but Goddess quickly told me that he was going to pull just enough to make my head to tilt to one side and then I could make my closing statement with that visual. I nodded, I was still nervous.

Goddess stood next to me and gave her slave a signal. The rope pulled on my neck and my head did tilt some. I was lifted a little bit up, and the noose did cut off a tiny bit of air, but as Goddess said, he would only go so far and stop. I smiled for the camera.

I took a breath and said, “Thank you for watching, my name is Suzy and this is---HRRRGGGKKKK!”

I was viciously pulled up onto my toes, the noose putting pressure on me My mouth went wide open as did my eyes, looking at Goddess. I was squeaking out demands. But Goddess just laughed.

She slipped a gloved hand into my jacket and started to roughly knead my breasts. I squealed and struggled. I demanded that she stop. Then I begged her to. Then I whimpered. And she hissed into my ear, “Oh, stop it! You know you want it you fucking slut...”

As she was groping me roughly, she bit my ear lobe and whispered, “You ARE going to hang, but don't worry, we won't kill you. In fact, if you don't like it...we'll let you go and you can make this an expose, how does that sound?

I tried to nod, but the noose kept me in place. I would have agreed to anything, just get out of that noose! But she kept whispering into my ear.

“But if you LIKE it...then you have to stay here and be my gasper-slut-in-training...deal?”

I croaked out a yes. I mean, obviously I wasn't going to like it! I figured that I could suffer through it and they might let me go!

Goddess smiled a vicious smile. She stepped back and made sure she wasn't in the way of the camera. She snapped her fingers and the slave pulled me into the air.

I panicked, The air cut off immediately. I could tell that my eyes were bugging out, My mouth kept opening and closing. My ankles kicked a little but were held by the cuffs. I tried pulling on the cuffs, but all I managed to do was make myself sway around a little.

I barely made any sounds, Just small grunts and pathetic whines. As my lungs started to burn, my body took over and refused to listen to my mind. My body told my legs to lift up and they tried but the skirt held them to a point. But I was still kicking. My arms tried to go up one side of my body, hands brushing my breasts in an effort to get to the noose. Finally, after I started to loose strength, my arms went back.

I felt my left heel slide, dangle on my toes for a moment, then fall to the floor.

Pretty soon, I was ignoring the burning in my lungs. There was a rushing feeling of blood in my face. I could hear the blood rush in my ears; it was all I could hear. I knew my eyes were open, but I wasn't really seeing anything.

My body had gotten fairly still. It periodically jerked. But my hands were spasming like crazy behind my back in the cuffs. My nose felt clogged up for some reason. I think I was making a few “hkkking” noises. Pretty soon, just my middle fingers were moving on their own, making jerking motions.

My tongue had started to slip out between my lips. But it felt fat and was taking up the room in my mouth and cheeks. I think I may have drooled over my chin.

And then it hit me; this wonderful feeling. Such pleasure! Such, over-riding pleasure that wiped everything else away. And as I slipped away into the black, my last thought was....”this is so DELICIOUS...”

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Two days later, as I sat in my chair, lashed to it with belts. A strict harness, panel gag on my head. And a zip tie on my neck, so tight it was cutting off a lot of my air, but letting me breathe just enough.

My legs were lashed so they were spread. I was on top of a hitachi vibe, moving my hips, rubbing on it at the high setting. I had my training headphones on, Goddess' voice guiding me. Telling me how to be the perfect, submissive, gasper slut for her, for my Goddess.

She came in and took the headphones off. I looked up at her, and tried to beg through the gag to be choked or hung as I was rubbing myself on the vibe. She shushed me and told me that my boss had gotten my resignation and my last story ever.

I sighed in happiness. I then offered Goddess my neck by lifting my chin up.

She smiled down at me, “That's a good gasper. Now be a good slut for me and move your hips faster over that vibe.”

I moved my hips, felt more pleasure and moaned into my gag. And then Goddess put her hands on my neck and squeezed and squeezed and squeezed.....

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

Suzy's Puppy (story)

The following is a story I had written for the Breath Play site. It is the second of about six or seven stories over there that I will bring over to the blog. Hope you like them!!!

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Puppy was secured to the oak chair with heavy, leather belts. He was completely naked, except for his black hood and gag. Mistress had put him there to reward me for pleasing her today. Normally, he was slave for Mistress, but she decided to make him my puppy today.

His legs were all bound up together, from ankles to thighs and strapped to the chair. His wrists were cuffed behind the back of the chair. There were a large number of belts, taught across his muscular stomach and chest, lashing him to the chair.

The black hood was cloth. His brown eyes able to see me and Mistress. He could move his head around. In his mouth was a penis gag. The gag straps so tight, pulling in the penis far enough in his mouth to know now what it feels like to almost gag on a cock.

He wasn't comfortable. But that didn't really matter. What mattered was that he was securely bound and gagged and perfectly helpless. I looked down and blushed a little: he was certainly into this. His cock was nice and large, almost purple with the need to orgasm.

Mistress instructed me that I only had a little bit of time to play with my puppy. I could do whatever I wanted to him for as long as the air in the bag would last. Once he passed out, playtime with puppy would be over.

I stood there in front of him. Naked with just my collar on. His breathing quickened as Mistress stepped behind him. She slipped the bag over him; he made a small noise. Then she used a zip tie and cinched the bag around his neck. She gestured towards him; time was ticking away.

I straddled him and sat down on his thighs, careful not to touch his cock. He took a breath and the bag deflated a little and then inflated as he exhaled through his nose. I placed my hands on his chest. And through the plastic bag, I saw his eyes grow softer, he even nodded a little.

I ran my hands down his chest. He made small grunting noises, trying so hard not to breathe deeply. The bag made only slight crinkling noises. My little hands glided over his stomach and he accidentally breathed deeply. I was rewarded with the bag sucking in along his hooded cheeks.

I ended the journey with my hands on thighs, almost touching his cock. He looked down and tried to move, tried to get his hips to move so that my hands would touch him. The bag crinkled again, and he stopped. He was using too much air. He grunted a little in frustration.

Our eyes met. I smiled. I entwined my arms over his shoulders, behind his head and pulled myself forward. Sliding along his legs, his eyes widened, feeling my wet pussy as I moved forward. Then his bagged face was right up to mine and went so still, he stopped breathing and just stared at me.

I moved my chest from side to side. My heard nipples on his skin. I sighed when they went over his belts. He was holding his breath, his eyes wider, reacting to my breasts and nipples on him. I left one arm on his shoulder and brought my other hand down between us.

I gently used my palm and pressed his large, and now throbbing, cock against my stomach and held it there. He moaned so loudly and the bad started deflating and inflating again. The cock was huge and hard in my tiny palm. It was pulsing.

I moved my belly forward, pressing his poor cock between me, my hand and his stomach. The whole time I looked into his eyes. They grew soft and unfocused. The bag now pressing against his whole head and then billowing out. Slowly, with his long moans.

Pulling myself tight against his body, I leaned my face to one side of his head and whispered, “You have to cum soon, puppy, before it's too late...”

I nuzzled into his shoulder, stroking one side of his cock while pressing it to my stomach. It was throbbing. It felt so hot and hard. Puppy was trying hard to move his hips.

My hand on his shoulder reached behind his head. I grabbed the plastic bag and pulled. The bag formed to his hooded face. He took a sharp breath in surprise and the plastic sucked in on his mouth, around the gag. His eyes shot open. He tried to shake his head no. I nodded yes.

He started to plead into his gag. I could sort of understand him when he said he couldn't breathe, his voice on the edge of panic. I gently squeezed the shaft of his cock and he loudly moaned a pathetic “pleeeeaaassseee”.

I looked at that bagged face, “You have to cum puppy, you have to cum or else it will be over ...please cum for me puppy...cum for me...”

I still held the bag tight. It was snapping against his nose, plastic going up a little. Eyes with fear, he whimpered over and over and cock started to throb even more.

My hand went up the shaft and to the large head of his cock. The heat was incredible there. I gently squeezed his head, my thumb stroking the base of his head in little circles.

The snapping of the bag on is nose was loud. But not nearly as the loud, gagged “hhnn-ing” noises he was making. They were so high pitched for such a muscular man. He tried shaking his head to loosen my grip. I just laughed.

His body was jerking in the chair. Staining against the belts. His eyes rolled back into his head, the bag sucked around is mouth, his hooded head, plastered against him. I continued stroking him with my thumb, squeezing his head, now moving my stomach on him. Rubbing his cock with my stomach, holding the bad, watching his head jerk around., his mouth opening so wide around the gag that it almost went further into his mouth...

I felt his penis spasm once on my stomach. The again. His whole body tensed up. His head lolled back and he let out the most pathetic whimper that I think was supposed to be a scream. His body moved inside the belts as if being electrocuted and then he came.

His cock almost pistoned in my hand. Then it was convulsing, And I felt the most wonderful warmth shoot up my belly. It was hot, and it made gasp. I kept stroking him with thumb and holding his head. I stroked him for a moment: I wanted all the cum to be on me....

I cooed as the last drop came out. Puppy was very still. His slowly jerked a little, like one last try to get the bag off of him. His body did a couple small jerks and went still. Our stomachs pressed together, his cum on us both.

Mistress quickly cut the bag open. She took out his gag. I could him breathing. But he was out cold. Head hanging forward, slightly drooling.

As I walked away from his bound and unconscious body, Mistress called after me, “Nice and clean, Suzy...it's my turn to play with my little kitten...”

Of Hoods, Gags, Cuffs, Anal Sex and Strangling (a story)

The following is a story I had written for the Breath Play site. It is the first of about six or seven stories over there that I will bring over to the blog. Hope you like them!!!

(please play while reading)

Mistress has me bent over her bench. She has already cut away clothes, I am totally naked. I am almost too short for the bench, I'm up on my toes. She has my ankles cuffed, of course.

I look down at my hands, cold metal cuffs on my wrists and threaded through an eye-hook on the table. I try to pull my hands towards me; just a clink of metal. I look up and see my face in the mirror on the other side of the bench.

Mistress has me in a hood tonight. A cloth hood with eyelets so I can see. There's a hole for my mouth, but all you can really see are the lips around the gag. A plastic tube gag is stretching my little mouth. The tube itself has a plug in it, muffling me.

I move my hips around slowly. Mistress put a vibrating egg in me. It's on a low setting. Just enough to tease, but not enough to let me cum. But I still try to...

I hear her boots on the cement floor. She stops behind me and caresses my bottom with a gloved hand. She reaches down and gasp as she flips the egg's control to the highest setting. I squeal in delight as she smacks my ass cheek.

She places one hand on the small of my back. My eyes shoot wide open as I feel the tip of her strap-on right on my the entrance to my small butt hole. For a moment, it presses against me...before slowly entering me.

My head falls forward as I let out a very low, gagged moan. My head falls to the bench and I almost pass out. It's not painful...it's just that I am so small there and the strap-on is so big inside of me...and it feels like my whole body is being impaled...I can barely take it.

Mistress grabs my hips with both hands and starts to move. She is slow. I find myself also slowly moving, shaking m head back and forth, that same, very low moan coming from me non-stop. I can feel it and the egg at the same time, almost as if they were rubbing together....

Encouraged, Mistress moves faster. Pumps me a bit harder. Firmly grasping my hips, thrusting in, flesh slapping. She's starting to bang me into the bench. Then I hear myself, and I am embarrassed.

I'm grunting. Like an animal. Uhn. Uhn. Uhn. A low and guttural sound. I can't stop. And I don't really want to, or more to the point, I don't want Mistress to stop. I keep grunting like a pig and Mistress calls me a dirty whore and I think that I am and that she needs to start fucking me like one. Uhn. Uhn. Uhn. I'm a whore, Mistress. Uhn. Uhn. Uhn. Fuck me, oh please, please fuck me like a whore. Uhn. Uhn. Uhn.

I barely notice that she places a belt around my neck. Her hands leave my hips and hold the belt. Pulling m head back. I'm forced to see myself in the mirror. Eyes half-lidded as she fucks my bottom and the egg vibrates madly inside of me.

She pulls the belt with both hands. It gets tighter on my neck. And it feels so delicious...my grunting comes out faster and faster. It's getting harder to breathe. But still she fucks me and still I grunt for her.

She pulls on the belt tighter and there's almost no air getting to my lungs. For a moment, I am silent. My cuffed hands open and closing. My grunts turn into a new noise. My voice goes up in pitch. I'm no longer grunting, just making a new, strangled noise: hnnnk, hnnk, hnnk...

Mistress thrusts into me as hard as she can and all I can do is make that noise. Hnnk, hnnk, hnnk. She pumps me so hard that I am lifted off the floor. Now she pumps and grinds and it's really hard to catch my breath and when I do and let it out....hhrrrgggnk, hhrrrggnnnk!

For a brief moment, she holds the belt with one hand. She reaches around to my face and pulls the plug out of the tube gag. And then she fucks me like she hates me and wants to kill me. And I think that she does want me to die because she's pulling so hard on the belt that there is no air coming to me. She is strangling me as she slams into my ass, smashing me into the bench.

Within seconds, my lungs are on fire. I am looking at myself in the mirror. Eyes incredibly wide. Lips working around the tube gag. I'm trying to buck, but the lack of air is making me weak, so weak..

My hands slap at the bench. Trying to tap out. Trying to tell Mistress to let me breathe. The egg vibrating in me. Her strap-on filling me and treating like a dirty bitch. She makes the belt tighter and says something to me, but the roaring in my ears is too loud.

I see my body moving back forth in the mirror, shoulder sashaying all over. I need to breathe, I need the air. But I can feel the tightness down there. It's building up quickly, the orgasm is almost here. And I want it..oh, I so badly need it...

I lose total control of my body as it fights for air. I little mouth tries to open wide, the tube gag slips in just a little. My tiny, pink tongue bounces wildly inside the tube before trying to thrust out, to search for air....

In the moment before I cum, my hands spasm inside the cuffs. My heads whips back and forth. Warm drool cascades down over my chin onto my arms and the bench. Tiny tongue lapping inside of the gag, until final, as I start to convulse, my eyes roll back into my head.

My body grows stiff for just a moment. Then the electric shocks in my lower body make me buck wildly. I pull at the cuffs. My feet, already in the air, twitch. I don't feel the burning in my chest. I don't feel the panic of not breathing. I no longer see or hear anything. The orgasm overwhelms and if I could scream out my pleasure. But instead, my hands still convulse, my tiny mouth still tries to open wider and my pink tongue still sticks out,

As the orgasm begins to fade, and just as I drift into blackness, the only thing left to feel is my body twitching and then I go away.....

Moments later, Mistress is lightly slapping me back to consciousness. As I my head lay on the bench, cool air coming into my lungs, Mistress looks at me and is asking me if I am alright.

I just giggle.