Thursday, July 12, 2012
Thursday, June 28, 2012
Tentacles!
So, being an admirer of anime, this subject comes up frequently; tentacle rape, why are we so entranced by it?
To me, it's another form of bondage and rape play. Keep in mind, I'm not really into vore. Please keep in mind that I have no desire to be eaten by a worm-like creature or killed in a messy, sexual fashion. It's just that the idea of multiple penises restricting my movements and then to ravage me...is kind of exciting.
Like many, the first tentacle rape scene I ever saw came from a anime called Urotsukidoji: Legend of the Overfiend. the picture above is from the first tentacle rape scene. It's a very weird scene. Starts off as a lesbian teacher-student rape scene and then the teacher turns into a monster with penis tentacles all trying to cram into every hole in Akemi's body!
Since then, it has been a little fantasy of mine. But always knowing that it was just a fantasy; tentacle rape pretty much exists in anime, the world of animation. Until I discovered that some were making live-action tentacle movies!
Wait! Real girls!?!? Real movie-production tentacles!?!? Where do I sign up!!
I watched the videos and I really want to do a tentacle scene! To have tentacles swarm over me, binding my arms to my body, spreading my legs open, forcing their way into my ass, my mouth, my pussy, not being able to stop them, being at their mercy, having one orgasm after another, never stopping even after unleashing their loads over my face and body....
Sigh....a girl with a tentacle fetish can dream...
(from Real Sex Tentacles: http://realsextentacles.com/live-action-japanese-tentacle-alien-attack/ )
Wednesday, April 18, 2012
10 Thoughts That Distracted Me at Work Today
10. Zip ties that I really wanted to take and tie myself up with in the bathroom at work.
9. Being kidnapped by Daniel Craig and ravished by him in the back of a van.
8. Laying across Danica Patrick's lap while she spanks me with her hand, pulls my hair and calls me a slut. Squee!
7. Having Nana and Tachi nibble on my breasts and nipples while Karou looks on...
6. Doing a scene with Evan Stone. I know, weirder than the one above...
5. Making out with Penny from "The Big Bang Theory".
4. Bound in a chair, wearing my black ao dai in my favorite sushi joint and being fed unagi by Noomi Rapace, the original Lisbeth.
3. Tying Betty of Shadowplay Imaging fame to a pole, kissing and molesting her for hours...my god she so cute!
2. Being tied in rope, ring-gagged, then tied face to face with Ashley Renee, borh of us drooling over each other and gag-kissing...sigh...having a fangirl moment...
1. The revenge fuck I am going to get pretty soon. Because of the reaming I gave my GF with a black strap-on. Boy, am I gonna get it...
Ok, your turn, what sexy thoughts distract you while at work?
Saturday, April 14, 2012
Breathless
I love being bound and helpless in any event. But when you add an element of danger, of edgeplay, especially, breathplay...I'm all over it!
Bagging is my favorite. It takes time, so i can molested or have sex while my limited supply of air dwindles out. It gets hotter inside the bag. I begin to gasp. Soon, my mouth, if not gagged, will be wide open, trying to get in as much oxygen as I can. Soon, the bag will plaster itself to my face. Plastic goes into my mouth. A roaring on my ears. My body convulses. And if I cum at this point, I almost always pass out. Mmmmm....
But as with everything dangerous, never do something like this on your own, never! You have to be alive to enjoy it!
Since I am by myself, no bagging for me. But....I can strangle myself with a scarf with my hands. AND I'm ballgagged at that moment. So.....
Mmmmm, that feels gooooooooood.....
P.S. That is me in the picture!
Sunday, April 8, 2012
Detachable Penis
(pic from the web)
Bet that got your attention...
There's somehting to be said for owning a strap-on. Not that a submissive like me uses it that much. I actually have two. One is a pink model, fair sized, i guess, 7", a bit on the stiff side. The other is a bit more floppy but a black monster at 11" and kinda wide. Either way, they are, to me, instruments of pleasure and dominance.I put on the black monster earlier.
As I looked into the full-length mirror, I couldn't take my eyes off of it. It's not as if I want a penis, it's just that it looks foreign on my body yet pleasing, and more importantly, it feels powerful on me. To be clear, I do not feel that it gives me power, but rather when I put it on, I give it power.
Dressed in heels, black hose, black panties and my lacey black bra (going for black tonight, can you tell?), I take my small hands and stroke it. It feels thick. Heavy. With one hand at the base, holding it up, the other hand I use my fingers to lightly circle the head. I can't imagine how that would feel to a man, other than nothing less than good.
The length of it makes it scary to those who are about to recieve it...if you are guy (who has never been pegged that is) and have this thing waved in front of your face you would have the same reaction as a woman. "How in the hell am I going to deep throat that?" Or worse, "No way that thing is going in my tiny ass!"
But it possible. And you do begin to like it. Even want it. But you have to be careful with it. You can't ramrod someone with a strap on. It takes time and finesse until such a time when you are able, and want to, to have the shit fucked out of you with it. But make no mistake. The one wearing the strap-on is on top.
It is, as I have said a tool of dominance and pleasure. Also, as a submissive, I've spent that last hour playing with it. Getting used to it. Stroking it, moving my hips, making sure I gude it properly. Getting turned on as I watch myself in the mirror. Feeling assertive, feeling dominant, wanting to be dominant...a feeling I don't normally have.
I want to dominant her. I want to be the top she has asked to be. I like this feeling. I want her to be helpless, to be my bottom. To give her all the pleasure that I can, that she wants and deserves. Because that will give me pleasure. And this strap-on will be my tool to do it with.
She's kneeling on a pillow next to me right now, waiting for me to finish this. Hands simply cuffed being her, wearing my collar and leash, watching me with a smile when I stroke it. I will lead her to the table, bend her over, and take her, just as she wants me to. And if she is too loud, well isn't that what a ball gag is for? Amother tool for the top? And you know what the best thing is?
I can take my cock off afterwards...
There's somehting to be said for owning a strap-on. Not that a submissive like me uses it that much. I actually have two. One is a pink model, fair sized, i guess, 7", a bit on the stiff side. The other is a bit more floppy but a black monster at 11" and kinda wide. Either way, they are, to me, instruments of pleasure and dominance.I put on the black monster earlier.
As I looked into the full-length mirror, I couldn't take my eyes off of it. It's not as if I want a penis, it's just that it looks foreign on my body yet pleasing, and more importantly, it feels powerful on me. To be clear, I do not feel that it gives me power, but rather when I put it on, I give it power.
Dressed in heels, black hose, black panties and my lacey black bra (going for black tonight, can you tell?), I take my small hands and stroke it. It feels thick. Heavy. With one hand at the base, holding it up, the other hand I use my fingers to lightly circle the head. I can't imagine how that would feel to a man, other than nothing less than good.
The length of it makes it scary to those who are about to recieve it...if you are guy (who has never been pegged that is) and have this thing waved in front of your face you would have the same reaction as a woman. "How in the hell am I going to deep throat that?" Or worse, "No way that thing is going in my tiny ass!"
But it possible. And you do begin to like it. Even want it. But you have to be careful with it. You can't ramrod someone with a strap on. It takes time and finesse until such a time when you are able, and want to, to have the shit fucked out of you with it. But make no mistake. The one wearing the strap-on is on top.
It is, as I have said a tool of dominance and pleasure. Also, as a submissive, I've spent that last hour playing with it. Getting used to it. Stroking it, moving my hips, making sure I gude it properly. Getting turned on as I watch myself in the mirror. Feeling assertive, feeling dominant, wanting to be dominant...a feeling I don't normally have.
I want to dominant her. I want to be the top she has asked to be. I like this feeling. I want her to be helpless, to be my bottom. To give her all the pleasure that I can, that she wants and deserves. Because that will give me pleasure. And this strap-on will be my tool to do it with.
She's kneeling on a pillow next to me right now, waiting for me to finish this. Hands simply cuffed being her, wearing my collar and leash, watching me with a smile when I stroke it. I will lead her to the table, bend her over, and take her, just as she wants me to. And if she is too loud, well isn't that what a ball gag is for? Amother tool for the top? And you know what the best thing is?
I can take my cock off afterwards...
My Fetlife link (suzyisgagged):
Saturday, August 25, 2007
A little story....
I hope you like it! Here goes:
I guess he liked the way I looked….
I was at a party, dressed in my little gothli outfit. One minute we were talking inside about the new anime on TV and the appreciation of things goth-related. Normally, I don’t dress this way since it isn’t a lifestyle choice, unlike some of my friends, but at these kinds of parties it’s mandatory dress…which I don’t mind at all, it’s fun!
Anyway, he opened the door and asked if we could talk about things outside and enjoy the cool night. We walked down the driveway very slowly, me mostly listening to him, I found him facisinating. And of course it was a nice night, mist coming off of the inward bay, the moon very full. We stopped at a van and continued to talk.
At one point he raised his finger, “I need to get something real quick.” I shrugged.
He leaned inside the van and I could see him rummaging around. I tried to peek but he waggled a finger and smiled. I liked that smile, it was full of mirth with a hint of cleverness. I was thinking about giving him my number.
He guestured to the open door, “Get in.” Another smile.
I crossed my arms and gave him an arched eyebrow in a joking manner, “I’m not that kind of girl.”
Another smile and nice chuckle, “Of course you aren’t… Seriously, want to go for a ride?”
It was tempting, but I decided not to, “Another time. Let’s go back to the party…or we can keep walking.”
He shrugged and with a smile, “Get in the van.”
I just looked at him.
A sly smile from him, “Now, would be nice…”
I backed away, thinking he was just another jerk. I turned and gave him a wave over my shoulder, “Put that way, I can’t think of a reason why I woul-“
Suddenly my hand was cuffed. I just stared at the cuff on my hand, silver in the moon light. He pulled that arm down as he grabbed my other arm and cuffed the other wrist. As he let go I whirled around to give a piece of my mind and then I realized how tall he was. I wasn’t going to get away…
He smiled, “I don’t think you have a choice anymore…get in.”
I hitched in a breath to scream for help. His large hand quickly covered my mouth. All I got out was a squeak. He raised a finger to lips in a hushing gesture and winked.
“I have no desire to hurt you. I really, really don’t want to. As long as you cooperate, then nothing bad will happen to you. Understand?”
I nodded and he slowly pulled his hand away. He put his other hand on my back and gently pushed me to the open door. He helped me into the seatbelt and buckled me in. My heart was racing and I was terrified. I couldn’t speak. He must’ve noticed because he patted my knee and smiled.
He got in on his side and started the van, “Thank you for cooperating.I really didn’t want to have to muss you up with my gear.”
I looked back and from what I saw was a lot of rope. I slowly looked back at him and tired to speak but no words came out. I shied away from him, as if I could just go through the door.
He reached into the compartment between us and pulled out a bottle of water. He uncapped it and offered it to me. I found that I was thirsty and I nodded. He held it to my lips and let me sip from it a number of times.
“That’s my girl.” He started the van and we were off. I wondered where we were going.
He patted my knee, “How are you feeling?”
“Scared shitless and really pissed off at you.”
He frowned, “You should watch that mouth.”
“Go to hell.”
He just laughed.
“Where are you taking me, asshole.”
He just looked straight ahead, “Now Suzy, you know that isn’t my name.”
“You’re right, it isn’t asshole, it’s dickhead…are you going to tell me where you are talking me?”
He sighed, “I’ll get you to say my name soon enough. Now about where are going. I can’t tell you.”
I felt a little dizzy, “Oh, so I get the blindfold now? Isn’t that a little bit obvious to any trooper who passes us on my side?”
He laughed, “That’s why I drugged the water. Good night, Suzy…”
Suddenly I was very drowsy. I fought to keep my eyes open, but no luck. I was under in a matter of seconds.
********
So, here I am. I am in a cellar, very dimly lit. There is a wall of wine bottles on the far side. It’s pretty cool, but not freezing. I’ve been listening to Vivaldi…at least that’s what he told me. Immediately in front of me, on white silk, is bottle of wine (special he tells me, it’s Italian and purple), a cup of chocolate and a water bottle in a silver bucket of ice.
I’ve been sitting here, with my legs out to the side, knees and ankles tied with rope. Tight, but not uncomfortable. My hands are set in manacles. Each one has a black chain leading up to a hook higher up on the wall. My elbows are dangling around my head. Every move I make the chains clink. Earlier I had been pulling and tugging at them. He just laughed and watched me.
I would have called him names but he cleave-gagged me and then put a black, silk scarf over that and tied it off tightly. Effectively gagged. I tried to talk to reason, but the sounds, the mmpphings and the whimpering seemed to actually please him. And it doesn’t help matters that it is widely known among my friends that I enjoy bondage. If he really wanted to do this tome all he had to do was be a gentleman and wait for the third or fourth date…..
But in between the long periods of waiting, he says an hour, he comes down and changes the CD to something else. And then he takes off my gags and feeds me chocolate by hand, a little sip of the wine and lastly, sips of water. This bottle isn’t drugged at least. The first couple of times, I was pretty angry and yelled at him. But after awhile I realized this amused him. He set up a camera to record my outbursts.
At one point I asked when he was going to let me go. He seemed surprised by the question and it took him a moment to answer it.
He gestured at the chains, “Don’t you find this appealing?”
I blushed, “Well, yeah, but not like this! I mean, you realize that you’ve broken a few laws tonight, right?”
“Don’t try to redirect the conversation, Suzy. I thought, that you enjoyed bondage.”
I gave him a sour look, “Bondage is a vanilla way to put it.”
“You’re being mean, Suzy, one would think that you would be more cooperative in your position.” He glanced at a door to his left and sighed.
“What’s in there?”
He sighed and gave me a look sent shivers down my spine, “In there? Well, Suzy, there is nothing pleasant in there. It’s quite…ugly in there. I don’t think you want to know.”
I shrank against the wall and said in a small voice, “Just let me go, I won’t tell anyone about this….”
He gave me a smile that almost wiped away my fear, “I know you won’t tell anyone…have some more chocolate.”
He changed the CD. He let me have more water, I passed on the wine. He gagged me and was very tender about it. After gagging me, he patted my thigh and left his hand there. He was looking into my eyes and I was getting lost in his. I almost didn’t notice his hand. I suddenly didn’t mind.
I shook my head violently. I kept saying things to myself: I shouldn’t be feeling this way! No! Nonononono! I’m the victim! I don’t want to like this, I don’t want to like him!
He placed a hand on my cheek to stop me. It made me gasp. He looked at me calmly and almost lovingly. His thumb stroked the scarf that covered the first gag. I grew very still. I was very confused. Did I really…want this?
He withdrew and went to the stairs, “In case you are wondering why, it’s because I’m a bit compulsive, and obsessive. I find you very attractive this way. And I think you find yourself attractive this way as well. You are so cute when you’re gagged… I hope you will let me please you for a very long time. I would hate to take you into the other room.”
He stopped, “Won’t you please say my name?”
I shook my head.
He left me again. And this time I was very scared of that room. But I was feeling more…what? Attracted to him? Attracted to this? Do I need this? Do I like my fear? I looked down at the place setting. And I saw it for what it was…something romantic.
I looked up the stairs. I hoped he would come back soon. I’m not sure what I wanted, but it was important that he come back soon.
******
He came back, of course. He changed the CD, and suddenly I heard The Damned. I arched an eyebrow, he just smiled and shrugged. He sat down across from me again.
He reached to untie the gags and I pulled away. He was surprised. I just looked at him. He pulled out a key and started to reach for one of the manacles. I slowly pulled that wrist away and shook my head. He smiled.
“I believe you are beginning to enjoy this.”
I shrugged, “Mmmpph.”
“I am going to take that gag out, you need to drink water. Please stay still, Suzy.”
I let him take the gag out. He gave me some more water, “Chocolate, please.”
“Why, of course!”
He placed the small chocolate on my tongue. I closed my mouth on his tongue, capturing lightly with my teeth. I slowly traced his thumb with the tip of my tongue. Small licks, looking into his face the entire time. He relunctantly withdrew his thumb.
“You’re teasing me. It won’t work.”
“I know.”
“Then why?”
I pouted, “Isn’t it obvious?”
He laughed and sobered up. He nodded at the door with his chin, “I’m thinking you might have to go in there.”
I nervously licked my lips, “There’s no need for that.”
“Good, now remember; seducing me is impossible. But my challenge is to seduce you.”
I rolled my eyes, “You aren’t getting it.”
He crossed his arms, “Oh? Well, might I remind you that you are the one in danger?”
I gritted my teeth, “I am fully aware of that.”
His face displayed uncertainty, “What am I missing?”
I tossed my head, “Let me put it this way; when are you going to try to kiss me?”
He smiled that wonderful smile, “Ah, I did seduce you!”
I tried very hard not to smile myself, “Right, now about that kiss…”
He came to me. He placed one hand on the small of my back and the other on my neck and drew me very close. I was very close, all I had to do was convince him to undue the manacles and when he wasn’t looking, clobber him with the wine bottle.
He gently tugged on my hair so that my face angled up. I gasped as his hand moved from hip to the flat of my stomach, just under my breasts. I looked up into his handsome face. All thoughts of escape gone, no longer what I wanted. What I wanted was his hand on my breast, I wanted him to kiss me, to keep me and to adore me.
His thumb caressed my stomach and I whispered, “My corset is too tight, do something, please…”
He nodded and moved closer. His face hovered over mine. I closed my eyes, ready, expecting,
eager. Keep me. I thought, yes, keep me…
My eyes flew open. What was I thinking!?!? He looked down at me, smiling.
“Nice try, Suzy, nice try.”
He chuckled as he re-applied my gags. He checked the ropes on my legs. He looked at me thoughtfully. He leaned in very close, making me look up at him. He caressed my cheek again.
“You know Suzy, all you have to do is say the magic word and I will let you go.”
I thought about it and through the gag said, “Pllssshh?”
“No, `please’ is not the magic word.”
He softly kissed my neck. Again, all reason fled. How can he do that to me? Why am I pressing myself against him, moaning please over and over? I started to feel nothing but him, wanting, and succumbing to raw need. He pulled away and suddenly I could think clearly again.
Great, I thought, I’ll never get out of here. Especially if I turn into an uber-slut every time he touches me.
He started to walk up the stairs and turned, “Ok, Suzy, last chance until I come back an hour from now; what’s the magic word?”
I whimpered.
“No, that’s not it, my dear. Plus, that gag is a bit of a problem isn’t it? Your next chance happens in an hour.”
I whined when the upstairs door closed. What could the word be? Of all the stupid games in the world, why does he have to pi-
Wait…
No.
Could it be that?
I started thrashing, making noises by waving the chains about. I kicked at the wine and chocolates in sheer frustration and anger. The gag made my curses intelligible. I was able to get on my knees and strained my body towards the stairs, closed my eyes and screamed "asshole" into the gag.
My chest heaving, still straining, eyes ablaze in anger, I heard him laugh and laugh. He opened the door a crack and his voice wafted down, “I told you so, Suzy. Now, you are going to have to wait an hour before you can try again, even if you have the right answer right now.”
The door shut and I screamed again, “Ummommmerfffkkkerrrrmsssolll!”
He’s going to make me say his damn name….
I guess he liked the way I looked….
I was at a party, dressed in my little gothli outfit. One minute we were talking inside about the new anime on TV and the appreciation of things goth-related. Normally, I don’t dress this way since it isn’t a lifestyle choice, unlike some of my friends, but at these kinds of parties it’s mandatory dress…which I don’t mind at all, it’s fun!
Anyway, he opened the door and asked if we could talk about things outside and enjoy the cool night. We walked down the driveway very slowly, me mostly listening to him, I found him facisinating. And of course it was a nice night, mist coming off of the inward bay, the moon very full. We stopped at a van and continued to talk.
At one point he raised his finger, “I need to get something real quick.” I shrugged.
He leaned inside the van and I could see him rummaging around. I tried to peek but he waggled a finger and smiled. I liked that smile, it was full of mirth with a hint of cleverness. I was thinking about giving him my number.
He guestured to the open door, “Get in.” Another smile.
I crossed my arms and gave him an arched eyebrow in a joking manner, “I’m not that kind of girl.”
Another smile and nice chuckle, “Of course you aren’t… Seriously, want to go for a ride?”
It was tempting, but I decided not to, “Another time. Let’s go back to the party…or we can keep walking.”
He shrugged and with a smile, “Get in the van.”
I just looked at him.
A sly smile from him, “Now, would be nice…”
I backed away, thinking he was just another jerk. I turned and gave him a wave over my shoulder, “Put that way, I can’t think of a reason why I woul-“
Suddenly my hand was cuffed. I just stared at the cuff on my hand, silver in the moon light. He pulled that arm down as he grabbed my other arm and cuffed the other wrist. As he let go I whirled around to give a piece of my mind and then I realized how tall he was. I wasn’t going to get away…
He smiled, “I don’t think you have a choice anymore…get in.”
I hitched in a breath to scream for help. His large hand quickly covered my mouth. All I got out was a squeak. He raised a finger to lips in a hushing gesture and winked.
“I have no desire to hurt you. I really, really don’t want to. As long as you cooperate, then nothing bad will happen to you. Understand?”
I nodded and he slowly pulled his hand away. He put his other hand on my back and gently pushed me to the open door. He helped me into the seatbelt and buckled me in. My heart was racing and I was terrified. I couldn’t speak. He must’ve noticed because he patted my knee and smiled.
He got in on his side and started the van, “Thank you for cooperating.I really didn’t want to have to muss you up with my gear.”
I looked back and from what I saw was a lot of rope. I slowly looked back at him and tired to speak but no words came out. I shied away from him, as if I could just go through the door.
He reached into the compartment between us and pulled out a bottle of water. He uncapped it and offered it to me. I found that I was thirsty and I nodded. He held it to my lips and let me sip from it a number of times.
“That’s my girl.” He started the van and we were off. I wondered where we were going.
He patted my knee, “How are you feeling?”
“Scared shitless and really pissed off at you.”
He frowned, “You should watch that mouth.”
“Go to hell.”
He just laughed.
“Where are you taking me, asshole.”
He just looked straight ahead, “Now Suzy, you know that isn’t my name.”
“You’re right, it isn’t asshole, it’s dickhead…are you going to tell me where you are talking me?”
He sighed, “I’ll get you to say my name soon enough. Now about where are going. I can’t tell you.”
I felt a little dizzy, “Oh, so I get the blindfold now? Isn’t that a little bit obvious to any trooper who passes us on my side?”
He laughed, “That’s why I drugged the water. Good night, Suzy…”
Suddenly I was very drowsy. I fought to keep my eyes open, but no luck. I was under in a matter of seconds.
********
So, here I am. I am in a cellar, very dimly lit. There is a wall of wine bottles on the far side. It’s pretty cool, but not freezing. I’ve been listening to Vivaldi…at least that’s what he told me. Immediately in front of me, on white silk, is bottle of wine (special he tells me, it’s Italian and purple), a cup of chocolate and a water bottle in a silver bucket of ice.
I’ve been sitting here, with my legs out to the side, knees and ankles tied with rope. Tight, but not uncomfortable. My hands are set in manacles. Each one has a black chain leading up to a hook higher up on the wall. My elbows are dangling around my head. Every move I make the chains clink. Earlier I had been pulling and tugging at them. He just laughed and watched me.
I would have called him names but he cleave-gagged me and then put a black, silk scarf over that and tied it off tightly. Effectively gagged. I tried to talk to reason, but the sounds, the mmpphings and the whimpering seemed to actually please him. And it doesn’t help matters that it is widely known among my friends that I enjoy bondage. If he really wanted to do this tome all he had to do was be a gentleman and wait for the third or fourth date…..
But in between the long periods of waiting, he says an hour, he comes down and changes the CD to something else. And then he takes off my gags and feeds me chocolate by hand, a little sip of the wine and lastly, sips of water. This bottle isn’t drugged at least. The first couple of times, I was pretty angry and yelled at him. But after awhile I realized this amused him. He set up a camera to record my outbursts.
At one point I asked when he was going to let me go. He seemed surprised by the question and it took him a moment to answer it.
He gestured at the chains, “Don’t you find this appealing?”
I blushed, “Well, yeah, but not like this! I mean, you realize that you’ve broken a few laws tonight, right?”
“Don’t try to redirect the conversation, Suzy. I thought, that you enjoyed bondage.”
I gave him a sour look, “Bondage is a vanilla way to put it.”
“You’re being mean, Suzy, one would think that you would be more cooperative in your position.” He glanced at a door to his left and sighed.
“What’s in there?”
He sighed and gave me a look sent shivers down my spine, “In there? Well, Suzy, there is nothing pleasant in there. It’s quite…ugly in there. I don’t think you want to know.”
I shrank against the wall and said in a small voice, “Just let me go, I won’t tell anyone about this….”
He gave me a smile that almost wiped away my fear, “I know you won’t tell anyone…have some more chocolate.”
He changed the CD. He let me have more water, I passed on the wine. He gagged me and was very tender about it. After gagging me, he patted my thigh and left his hand there. He was looking into my eyes and I was getting lost in his. I almost didn’t notice his hand. I suddenly didn’t mind.
I shook my head violently. I kept saying things to myself: I shouldn’t be feeling this way! No! Nonononono! I’m the victim! I don’t want to like this, I don’t want to like him!
He placed a hand on my cheek to stop me. It made me gasp. He looked at me calmly and almost lovingly. His thumb stroked the scarf that covered the first gag. I grew very still. I was very confused. Did I really…want this?
He withdrew and went to the stairs, “In case you are wondering why, it’s because I’m a bit compulsive, and obsessive. I find you very attractive this way. And I think you find yourself attractive this way as well. You are so cute when you’re gagged… I hope you will let me please you for a very long time. I would hate to take you into the other room.”
He stopped, “Won’t you please say my name?”
I shook my head.
He left me again. And this time I was very scared of that room. But I was feeling more…what? Attracted to him? Attracted to this? Do I need this? Do I like my fear? I looked down at the place setting. And I saw it for what it was…something romantic.
I looked up the stairs. I hoped he would come back soon. I’m not sure what I wanted, but it was important that he come back soon.
******
He came back, of course. He changed the CD, and suddenly I heard The Damned. I arched an eyebrow, he just smiled and shrugged. He sat down across from me again.
He reached to untie the gags and I pulled away. He was surprised. I just looked at him. He pulled out a key and started to reach for one of the manacles. I slowly pulled that wrist away and shook my head. He smiled.
“I believe you are beginning to enjoy this.”
I shrugged, “Mmmpph.”
“I am going to take that gag out, you need to drink water. Please stay still, Suzy.”
I let him take the gag out. He gave me some more water, “Chocolate, please.”
“Why, of course!”
He placed the small chocolate on my tongue. I closed my mouth on his tongue, capturing lightly with my teeth. I slowly traced his thumb with the tip of my tongue. Small licks, looking into his face the entire time. He relunctantly withdrew his thumb.
“You’re teasing me. It won’t work.”
“I know.”
“Then why?”
I pouted, “Isn’t it obvious?”
He laughed and sobered up. He nodded at the door with his chin, “I’m thinking you might have to go in there.”
I nervously licked my lips, “There’s no need for that.”
“Good, now remember; seducing me is impossible. But my challenge is to seduce you.”
I rolled my eyes, “You aren’t getting it.”
He crossed his arms, “Oh? Well, might I remind you that you are the one in danger?”
I gritted my teeth, “I am fully aware of that.”
His face displayed uncertainty, “What am I missing?”
I tossed my head, “Let me put it this way; when are you going to try to kiss me?”
He smiled that wonderful smile, “Ah, I did seduce you!”
I tried very hard not to smile myself, “Right, now about that kiss…”
He came to me. He placed one hand on the small of my back and the other on my neck and drew me very close. I was very close, all I had to do was convince him to undue the manacles and when he wasn’t looking, clobber him with the wine bottle.
He gently tugged on my hair so that my face angled up. I gasped as his hand moved from hip to the flat of my stomach, just under my breasts. I looked up into his handsome face. All thoughts of escape gone, no longer what I wanted. What I wanted was his hand on my breast, I wanted him to kiss me, to keep me and to adore me.
His thumb caressed my stomach and I whispered, “My corset is too tight, do something, please…”
He nodded and moved closer. His face hovered over mine. I closed my eyes, ready, expecting,
eager. Keep me. I thought, yes, keep me…
My eyes flew open. What was I thinking!?!? He looked down at me, smiling.
“Nice try, Suzy, nice try.”
He chuckled as he re-applied my gags. He checked the ropes on my legs. He looked at me thoughtfully. He leaned in very close, making me look up at him. He caressed my cheek again.
“You know Suzy, all you have to do is say the magic word and I will let you go.”
I thought about it and through the gag said, “Pllssshh?”
“No, `please’ is not the magic word.”
He softly kissed my neck. Again, all reason fled. How can he do that to me? Why am I pressing myself against him, moaning please over and over? I started to feel nothing but him, wanting, and succumbing to raw need. He pulled away and suddenly I could think clearly again.
Great, I thought, I’ll never get out of here. Especially if I turn into an uber-slut every time he touches me.
He started to walk up the stairs and turned, “Ok, Suzy, last chance until I come back an hour from now; what’s the magic word?”
I whimpered.
“No, that’s not it, my dear. Plus, that gag is a bit of a problem isn’t it? Your next chance happens in an hour.”
I whined when the upstairs door closed. What could the word be? Of all the stupid games in the world, why does he have to pi-
Wait…
No.
Could it be that?
I started thrashing, making noises by waving the chains about. I kicked at the wine and chocolates in sheer frustration and anger. The gag made my curses intelligible. I was able to get on my knees and strained my body towards the stairs, closed my eyes and screamed "asshole" into the gag.
My chest heaving, still straining, eyes ablaze in anger, I heard him laugh and laugh. He opened the door a crack and his voice wafted down, “I told you so, Suzy. Now, you are going to have to wait an hour before you can try again, even if you have the right answer right now.”
The door shut and I screamed again, “Ummommmerfffkkkerrrrmsssolll!”
He’s going to make me say his damn name….
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