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.

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.....