Didn't get kidnapped at Otakon....

Sigh....I wasn't “kidnapped” at Otakon this year....sniff....

I did have fun though. Found some stuff like this that I really wanted to buy...

The new venue is really large and interesting. A lot of little nooks to get pulled into and molested in....

Mebbe next year.

Otakon Kidnap Suzy Opportunity!

So, it's that time of year: the Otakon Kidnap Suzy Opportunity!

For those of you who don't know, Otakon is anime convention that I go to every year where you have a decent chance of finding me and “kidnapping” me. I give clues as to what I am wearing each day and a specific phrase and answer code to make sure you have the right person. The reason why you have a better chance than most other kidnap opportunities is that I will be in a fixed location for a long period of time: the convention center.

By “kidnapping”, I mean that you get to buy me Pocky at the con and later, dinner and drink. :D And perhaps a few pics if we hit it off. To date, no one has ever “kidnapped” me. But there have been a couple close calls.

This year, the dates will be August 11 thru August 13. Normally, I add the Thursday date in, but this year, I need August 10 to get settled in as Otakon has moved from Baltimore to Washington DC. It will be held at the Walter E. Washington Convention Center. So, I need that day to get into my hotel room and the lay of the land. OK, so here are the details:

If you think you have found me, then you MUST ask me the following question: “Do you think Lupin would like a french cabernet franc or a good, smoky bourbon?” It HAS to be exactly that phrase.

The answer you MUST get back is “I think Lupin would like a cabernet franc aged inside of a french oak barrel that was originally used for aging bourbon.” If you do NOT get that EXACT answer, then the person is NOT me!!!!

But if you get that response, then it IS me! And as I said before, you get to buy me pocky. And at some point during the con, you get to buy me dinner in Chinatown and then a drink over Dignitaries!!

Ok, here is the day-by-day outfits:

Friday – An aviatrix outfit from the 1930's with steam punk goggles and no hood. Hair will be slicked straight back, and most importantly, my silver ankh will be worn as a choker on my neck. Here's a picture to give you an idea:

Saturday – Asian policewoman uniform. The silver ankh will be be hanging off of my left wrist. Here's almost exactly what the uniform looks like (yes, will be wearing the hat):

Sunday – A very simple, dark blue, high collared, short ao dai, a dragonfly clip in my hair, and wearing open sandals so you can see my feet. My silver ankh will be on a silver necklace. Here's a pic close to what I will be wearing:

So, that is what I will be looking like on those three days. The first two outfits are on loan to me from a costume designer friend, but the ao dai is mine.

Ok, I am sure I will write something more between now and then. But now you have all the details you need to “kidnap” me at Otakon!!!

BTW, wrote all of this handcuffed and ball gagged....I drooled all over my tee again....mmmpphh!

Well...crap.

So, the other day, I asked you all to vote on either sexy bondage or damsel in distress bondage. The idea was to get some pictures and video taken, first new stuff in some time...but...it didn't pan out...

I was going for the DiD look, like a secretary in the wrong place at the wrong time kind of thing.

Sigh. Perhaps next time.... Anyway, saw this little gem while checking out antique stores today.

Yup, the real deal. So, if you have a gas mask fetish and want something vintage, there you go!

On My Knees (very short story)

(press play before reading)

You have me kneeling before you. Knees resting on a small, violet pillow, hands behind me in such lovely and heavy leather cuffs, padlocked in.

You picked out what you wanted me to wear. Black heels, black hose held up to a lace garter belt, black lace panties and bra...an open, silk blouse, short. My ankh cameo on a black ribbon for my neck and long, black kid gloves up to my elbows.

I walked out to you, as you sat in your very lonely chair. Slowly. Hands behind my back, wrists crossed. When I go to you, you made a motion, and I turned in a circle until you held up your hand for me to stop. You snapped your fingers and I obediently knelt on the pillow before you.

You leaned forward and gazed at me; my head bent forward, eyes down, as you like it. That's when you put the heavy cuffs on me, comforting pressure on my wrists, the finality of the padlocks clicking shut. You sat back down in the only chair of this empty room.

You snapped your fingers twice; the order to look up. You pulled out a ball gag from your pocket. My favorite one. The red, well-chewed one. You held it with one hand as you leaned forward. And then I just couldn't help myself...

I leaned forward and up, catching you by surprise; you froze. My small, pink tongue flicked out and I gently and slowly licked your chin. Smiling, I sat back on my heels.

Your empty hand lashed out and grabbed my hair. You pulled it, making my head turn to the side and you brought me up to your face. You made me gasp, rolled my eyes back and closed them, and the pain...oh, the pain was so *delicious*...

You held me there, by my hair, both of us breathing heavily. I opened my eyes and and looked at you hungrily. I licked my red lips before whispering to you.

“Wreck me.”

Kidnap Opportunity and Alley Walk Earlier Today (4/24/17)

Sadly...I wasn't “kidnapped” to get a Thai dinner. So sad....

But, I was able to do an alley walk!! For those of you who don't know what that is, I basically find an alley in Baltimore, put on cuffs and a gag and walk up down an alley a few times...will I be discovered? Am I being watched? All of that does it for me...

So, from the Fetlife post, here is what I wore today:

jeans, black converse sneakers with black socks (cross bones on them), a Misfits tee and a pea coat. Just had my hair cut, but will be wearing a white head band. Also, a choker with my silver ankh on it. I'll be wearing a black backpack.

And here is what I brought with me:

 inside my back pack, will be a pair of quick-release handcuffs, my soft bit gag and a large, black ball gag. And there will be a pair of sunglasses that I will be wearing for the alley walk

And here is the picture of the alley I was in today (4/25/17):

I hung out under the fire escape for a little while. Hand cuffed behind me. Big, black ball gag in my tiny mouth. Struggling, wondering if someone would find me...

Hoping that someone would. A man or woman just passing by, seeing me trying to get free and as they approach me, I would beg for help while gagged. Only to my horror and excitement...they would reach under my tee and fondle my breasts as I try to make gagged pleas for help...and then turn my red face away as my jeans are pulled down...seeing that I shave down there...kneeling down as they pull my clothes to my ankles...licking me, fingering me...me whimpering for it to stop, even as I move my hips, even as I get wetter, even as I scream no into the gag, my mind is begging for an orgasm....

But, that also didn't happen. Sigh...

Perhaps next time....

...mmmppphhh...

(wrote this naked and in a bit gag)

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....