It's been a little while since I've posted pictures of myself, so here are some new ones!!! Blue, as always, was helpful in taking the pictures. Enjoy!
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Wearing black panties, black heels, a black tie loosely knotted on my neck, over my cleavage, no blouse or bra. Hair is pulled back in a bun. Wearing sunglasses. Red lipstick.
Soon, my ankles will be tied together with ropes, as will my knees and thighs. Between my thighs and secured by a crotch rope, and pressing against me on the high setting will be this:
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I walked outside of the restaurant, tired and smelling like garlic. The cool air of the night felt very nice; I had just spend eight hours in a cramped kitchen in high heat. In essence...I was a mess.
My khakis were stained from a million splashes of sauces and oil. My black polo hid a lot of the same wear and tear and underneath...I was hot and desperately wanted to take a shower. I was sure my short, brown hair was matted under the black cap I had to wear as part of the uniform.
I had no make-up on. Just a short woman slowly making her way to her car. Half wanting to sleep and half wanting to go to sleep with someone in my bed.
But when you look like this for most of the week and the hours I keep, it's hard to find someone. And finding someone who likes the idea of tying said messy girl up and making her do all sorts of bad girl things...well, that's practically impossible.
Even being a submissive for Sir and Mistress...I still have to clean up. I become their doll. When I am summoned to the apartment, there is usually an outfit to be worn...the demand of showering and being made up.
My phone buzzed. The text message was from Mistress and very simple. I was summoned. I took a deep breath, closed my eyes and exhaled. I was tired, but I always obeyed the summons. Even exhausted, I still got to enjoy the ropes, the gags, the pain and the pleasure when I was allowed it.
I opened my eyes and walked to the parking garage. I walked up to the third floor where my car was. As I reached the landing, I could hear foot steps coming down from above. It was a bit creepy because the landing had just one flickering light and it was already 1am. I pushed the door open started to step out...
The gloved hand slapped over my mouth. I was too surprised to scream, but it would've been muffled anyway. The hand gagging me was strong and firm. The smell of leather from the glove was over-powering. My head was pulled back, the palm smashing my lips, fingers pressing painfully into my cheeks.
One of my arms was pinned into the small of my back. As my wrist was twisted, I whimpered and stumbled. My other hand was trying to pull the glove off of my face so I could scream for help. I was panicking so I only managed to slap at the hand and arm.
I was dragged back into the flickering landing. Then pressed up against the wall hard enough to shock me. I blinked at the coldness of the wall on my face and too late realized that now both wrists were behind my back.
"No, no, no...please...stop, please, please..."
But I was whimpering it out, no one would hear me. And I gasped as the cold handcuffs were slapped onto my wrists. The clicks were loud as they cinched down, biting into my skin. And a small part of me wanted the glove back over my mouth....
The knot slipped into my little mouth. The gag was a knotted scarf. The know slid pas my teeth and over my tiny, pink tongue. As it was being tied off in the back, the scarf pushed painfully into my cheeks, a prefect cleave gag.
I was spun around and shoved back against the wall. It was all happening too fast for me to react. My polo was jerked out of my pants and up. Showing my very plain bra and stomach. I begged into the gag, sounds muffled and hard to understand.
A gloved hand reached forward and as I looked down, it ripped the bra right off of me. I let out a squeel of fear and little bit of pain; it hurt getting ripped off.
The gloves savagely kneaded my breasts. Hard, I knew I would have bruises. My nipples were twisted and I tried to get away, I really did but I kept getting shoved back into the wall.
And then I smelled the perfume: jasmine.
I stopped and actually looked up. Looked at the person attacking me. Hurting me. Wanting me. And it was Mistress.
She was in all black. Leather jacket, kid gloves, long-sleeved tee, jeans and for once...boots that didn't have heels...
Her blonde hair was up in a ponytail. Blue eyes blazing. Her casual and cruel smile. Red lips that I always want on me so badly.
She came in close to me. One hand still working my breasts, the other pushing my cuffed writs upwards, slowly hurting me.
Snarling in my ear, "You know you want it...right you fucking bitch? Yeah...little sluts like you always want it like this..."
I closed my eyes as she pinched my nipple, a slow and low moan coming from me, "I want to hurt you. I want to mark you. I want you to beg me to stop. I want your tears on your cheeks..."
She pulled her face away from my ear and her cheek slid along mine. She turned her head so she could get under the bill of my cap. I closed my eyes and as my knees grew weak, I started to slip into subspace.
As I felt her skin on my cheek, the smell of her perfume, my mind knew she was right. I did like it. I did want it. I am her little slut....
She traced the tip of her tongue over my gagged lips. Slipping over, a light touch, just enough to make my lips quiver and want more. Over and over and over as her hand became more gentle with my nipples. Until finally, she slipped her tongue in over the knot and into my small mouth.
I found myself panting. Whimpering. Being greedy. Wanting and wanting and wanting. Her warm tongue flicking around in me, my own pink tongue trapped under the gag, being forced to let her work me over...
She pulled away and I pouted. More. I want more. Let me be your little slut, let me have your tongue, your lips...and my face grew red because I wanted her to take me right there, on that landing...I was so wet...
She reached behind me with a key and undid the cuffs. She gently brought them forward, massaging them. I looked up into her face, the gag still tight in my mouth. And something clicked in my throat. She so beautiful. Always beautiful.
Perfect red lips. Perfectly made up. Such clear, blue eyes The smell of jasmine. Hair I want to run my hands through for the rest of time. And then there was me...
Stupid, short, little me. In my messy work uniform, no make up, smelling like garlic, always smelling like garlic, and-
She sucked on my fore finger.
Slow and deliberate. She slowly closed her eyes. Her cheeks drawn inward, pressure on my finger, her tongue swirling around and around and around...
She opened her eyes. Slowly, like a cat. Finger still in her mouth, staring right into my eyes, right into me. She went to the net finger. And the next. And the next...
Once done, she undid my gag. Let the scarf fall down. The smile on her face was sweet, not cruel. She whispered, "I do want you helpless. I do want to hurt you and make you cry. I do want to own you..."
She took my cap off, sniffed the bill for a moment, "And I do...love how you smell...how you taste..."
Her kiss was so deep that I almost fainted. I went limp and she caught me. Held me. Tightly against her. Hand in my cap-matted hair as I tried not to cry.
I wasn't going to sleep alone.
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As promised, I went out and did my errands while gagged under my facemask. The majority of you chose for me to pack my mouth with panties and then use clear tape to keep it in. BTW, wasn't dressed in any specific way: jeans, sneakers and a black, thin fleece with a jacket.
Started off packing my tiny mouth. Stuffed the panties in, then used four pieces of the clear tape to lock the panties in. No way I could make any coherent words, just muffled whimpers, moans and little grunts. My little mouth was very filled!
Put on the facemask and stepped onto the elevator. Not too concerned; they are small and no one wants to pack in with COVID going on. My car wasn't too far away either and there weren't many people out. Pre-COVID, I only used my car a couple times a week, but I use it a lot more now.
Drove to the gas station, gag-hummed to a couple of songs (one was the Weezer cover of Africa). When I got there, I was a little disappointed that no one was there. Baltimore isn't on lockdown, but no one was out on the streets. So, then I went to a store to buy a blouse.
Now, there were some people in the store, not many. A saleswoman said hello, I just waved. But I felt my body flush real quick and it crept up my neck. I don't think my face got red though. It was more out of excitement than fear. I didn't really get too concerned as I picked out blouses and then tried them on. That was when I got the idea that people might've noticed.
When I was in the dressing room, I looked at myself in the mirror. While the facemask covers a lot, my cheeks had noticeable bulges. I got REAL red in the face when I realized that people could see that! I calmed down a little as I tried things on. And I even got distracted at one point, when I just had my bra on top and thought a little bit about playing with my nipples. But I didn't because...well...I think we all know that already being gagged had me wet this whole time, and that if I started with my nipples...I would soon be finger-banging myself in the dressing room....
I did buy one blouse and it was really hard not to blush. I was certain that people would have noticed. But I told myself that they probably didn't know why...but, I'm thinking one of the women there probably figured it out and started telling others after I left, or...and this really does it for me...perhaps I was someone's fantasy victim.
At the grocery store (no, not telling which one), it was the same. There far more people there and I am pretty certain that my cheeks were noticed by more than one person. But for some reason, I felt like it was largely dismissed. Except for a guy in a red hoodie and a thin, asian girl who kind of looked at me longer than other people did. As I was going up and down the aisles, I was fantasizing that they had me in the bathroom, threaten to expose me unless I did what they said...
I got really distracted and I missed some items on my list. And I had gotten fairly wet. Speaking of wet...the panties in my mouth were getting gross and wet from my mouth. I could feel a little bit of seepage of drool into the tape, but not quite drooling over myself like I usually do. :)
I went through the self-checkout with my stuff. Oddly, no one really tried talking to me the whole time. Part of me wanted to get caught, to try and talk and only mmmpphh. Then plead with my eyes and led the person to the bathroom and...persuade them not to. I was just getting wetter and wetter.
On the ride home, I hit a few stoplights. And I couldn't help myself. Pretending the seatbelts were straps binding me, gagged and that I was being taken somewhere after being kidnapped to be a sex slave. At the first couple of lights, I tried rubbing through the jeans. Not really doing anything for me, I was able to shove my hand down a couple times and rub furiously over the blue panties I was wearing. But only for a few seconds at those two lights and that was it.
It took three trips to get the groceries up. And I *really* wanted to cum. I was starting to throb a little and I found myself panting a little. I have no idea if anyone on the street figured out if I was gagged under the facemask or not, I was too distracted too care.
I'm not sure, but I may have whimpered a few times as I put stuff away. I was practically throwing things around to get done. In case you haven't noticed...it's been a little while for me...
My laptop was already on. I grabbed my hitachi vibe, a strap and a pair of handcuffs. Rushed back to the laptop. At this point drool was getting through and it was tickling my chin as it slipped off.
I quickly chose an old, ZFX/Shockwave flick with lesbian bondage in it. I then shoved both jeans and panties down. I sat on the chair, plugged the vibe in and placed it between my thighs and then strapped my thighs together tight with the strap. Found the section in the movie and hit play, turned the vibe to high and cuffed my hands behind me.
It did not take long. I was grunting and moaning, moving by torso back and forth. Pretending I was the submissive girls in the scene, both bound and gagged with one being flogged as she was doing the other with a strap-on...mmmmmmmmmmmmmm....I would love to recreate this scene and change the roles until I pass out...
The orgasm was pretty strong. It felt like shocks, it almost felt like it hurt a little. I know I wailed into the gag, but I'm not sure if my eyes rolled back or not, I was too caught up in the pleasure. And my chin got the drool and so did my fleece.
Once done, I could barely spit out the panties. They were *gross*! Just a wad of drool-soaked cloth at that point. After cleaning up, I actually went back to bed for a couple of hours, lol! I had a nice, dull ache going on, felt sated, peaceful. It was easy to sleep.
So that was my little excursion today while gagged. I had not intended to get myself off, but, well...I guess I'm a bit of a slut that way. :)
BTW, here's the part where I came. See if you can guess the movie!!!
That is it for this little blog entry. Thank you so much for allowing me to be a naughty, nasty, dirty little bondage slut today! Soon...hopefully I will be able to do self-bondage behind an unlocked door, waiting for you gentleman demons and vicious vixens to find me and make me your little slave....
Mmmmmpphh!
Suzy
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The apartment was dark. It had been a little while since I was here. I knew that everyone wanted to be careful. So, we stopped the sessions until we all felt comfortable being around each other. I closed the door behind me as I stepped in.
I looked to the left, where the living room and kitchen were; no one. Not even a light was on. The hallway to my right was dark as well with just the lamp on at the far end. I walked to the door that was always unlocked for me and went in. As normal, a note was on the bed. With what I was to wear tonight.
The note was not an order, but a request. I could leave if I wanted to. I could not remember that last time that a note left for me was not an order. I laid it back on the bed and went about showering and changing. The hot water felt nice tonight.
I am always disappointed that I can never get the smell of garlic completely off of me from work. Even though I work as a line cook with a bunch of guys and I swear and bump them back when they try to bump me off of my place...I still like to be a girl, look and smell nice. Sometimes I can pull of the look, but no matter what, the garlic always managed to be present. I sighed and did my best.
I toweled off. Took time on my hair, even a little bit of make up. I let the towel drop to the floor and put on the clothes that were laid out for me. Very simple tonight. Black lace bra and panties. In no time, I was ready.
I went back out into the hallway and glanced to the the room at the far end. The door was open. I followed the directions on the note and got on my hands and knees. I made my way to the open door and crawled in.
Instead of the usual mound of pillows under the one light bulb in the room, there was a bed instead. The camera that sent out the live feed was aimed at the door and the red light was on, meaning that anonymous watchers were seeing me already. I stopped at the moment at the door, looking directly at the camera.
My eyes went up and saw Sir standing behind the camera, one hand on it. His usual white shirt, black pants and Italian shoes, I could smell how scrubbed clean he was. I loved that smell on him. I bent my head for a moment, and then continued to crawl towards him.
I went past the camera, noting that Sir was making sure the camera stayed on me. When I got to the bed, as instructed, I placed the side of my face on the floor. I clasped my hands behind my back, with my bottom in the air, for everyone who was watching to see.
Sir rarely talked when the camera was on, normally giving simple instructions. Tonight was a little different as he spoke, “Tonight, Suzy is with me and only me. Her night with her Mistress will be at a later time if she so chooses. Suzy, stand up and face the audience.”
I stood up. I turned and looked straight into the camera as the note instructed. The red light on. I placed my hands behind me, crossed at the wrists as if bound. Sir, walked to me, pulling out a pair of steel cuffs.
He knelt down and I had to stifle an urge to run my hands through his dark hair. I gasped a little when he placed the cuffs on my ankles. They were cold. But I kept looking into the camera, wondering who was watching...who was wishing they were me, or wishing to be Sir. Men and women, forever unknown to me, I could pass them on the street and they would know who I was but I would never know who they were....
He pulled out another pair of cuffs from his other pocket. He stood behind me and clasped them onto my wrists. He made them very tight. Just the way I like it: I liked being marked this way.
On the bed were three, white, silk scarves. As I silently gazed into the camera, he lifted a scarf up and then ordered me to open my mouth. It had a knot in it. I opened my little mouth, he placed the knot in past my teeth. He pulled the ends back, the know going further in. And in one quick movement, he tied off the gag, a surprised sound coming out of me as the scarf bit into my cheeks, and as he made tighter before making the knot.
Sir stood next to me and reached into his shirt pocket and pulled out a hankie. He stuffed it into my gagged mouth, muffling me. I closed my eyes for just a moment and when I opened them, I saw the second scarf, and pulled it across my small mouth, completely over my cruelly gagged, little mouth.
He pulled on it tight again, and again, the wide scarf pressed into my cheeks. My eyes briefly rolled up as I moaned a little, feeling so dominated and loving it. My eyes slowly came back to the camera, but were unfocused, already slipping into subspace.
And as I stood there, not really seeing anything, as my unfocused eyes stared blankly ahead, as I was softly moaning into the gag, as I felt the tightness down below and the first hint of wetness, legs pressing and releasing, getting so wonderfully lost in the steel cuffs and the domination of my gag...
The last scarf came over my eyes. And just like the gag, the scarf was wide and pressed firmly on me. I was in the darkness. And I knew that I was in that special place of helplessness and need and it was soooo good and Sir had to catch me before I sank to me knees...and there was the start of the pulse that was in me that made my nipples hard and made me wet and the tightness was unbearable....
Sir laid me down on the bed. I was on my side. Lost in my feeling the aches and needs of my body, feeling the cuffs, totally under control of the blindfold and gag...Sir laid down behind me. I vaguely remember hearing him move the camera moving closer, talking about me, what was to happen and all I could do was whimper into my gag and writhe on the bed....
For a moment, he was just behind me. Then I head a rustle. And then I felt his hand guide my cuffed hands towards him. Then I felt the heat and hardness in the palms of my tiny hands. At first, I did not know, but when I gently squeezed that hard warmth, I heard Sir gasp a little and then I remembered.
In my mind's eye, I could see a screen. Showing me and Sir. Me in front of Sir. Bound, gagged and blindfolded. I was writhing, but I could see that behind me, my hands were working Sir. My body undulating as if Sir were in me.
Then I came back to the darkness and knew only Sir's cock in my cuffed hands. Gently pulling and stoking. Fingertips caressing his head, while my bottom pressed against. And to my embarrassment, I was panting. I was panting, because I wanted it.
And as I stroked him, pressed against him so desperately, undulating and panting and whimpering into the gaga...he whispered into my ear. He called me a slut. A whore. A bitch. Dirty. Filthy.
And he was right. I was all of those things in that moment. I wanted him to shove himself into my nasty, whore ass...into my dirty and slutty pussy...I wanted him to rip the gag out so that he could ram that hardness and spread my small lips as my pink tongue lapped at him and sucked at him with my cheeks, wanting to be that dirty whore for his cock...and now I was moaning loudly into the gag....
He roughly flipped me onto my back. I was startled and almost breathless. I heard a sound like a click and I squealed in fear into my gag when I felt the tip of the knife on my stomach. I tried to squirm away, but Sir clamped a hand onto my neck. I stilled immediately.
His hand firm on my neck. Strong, slightly squeezing me. I was completely dominated now. My body reacting to the control of my neck, my breathing, my submissiveness taking hold, and just laying there...trembling, but otherwise still.
The tip of the blade lightly scraped my skin as Sir went up. And went he cut away the bra, when the blade grazed a hard nipple ever so slightly, I felt the tightness almost...almost...give way to an orgasm and I groaned into the gag, because I had wanted that orgasm....
Then I felt his lovely cock on my stomach. Moving up and down on my soft, vulnerable stomach. And I moved my hips with him, trying to coax him into me...
He released my neck. Straddling me, he used his own hand. Stroking himself. I pressed up wards, pressing myself into his crotch, trying to move my legs, to wrap them around his waist, but my ankles were cuffed...and the tightness down there was beginning to hurt me, it was dull and aching and I was so wet...oh, god, so wet....
He didn't make a noise. Instead, I felt a hot wetness splash onto my stomach. Then more...and then some more. And even blindfolded, my eyes rolled back, and even gagged, my little mouth tried to open as I almost came from feeling his cum splash on me....
I don't know how much time passed. All I know is that at some point I had drifted away but was brought back by the pain, that dull ache of the orgasm that hasn't let out yet. I felt a coldness wipe on my stomach, cleaning me up. The Sir, slowly sat me up.
He undid my gag. He undid the first scarf and I felt it fall on my thighs and then slip away. Sir unpacked my mouth and undead the rest of the gag. I moved my jaw a little. Realized that I was making small sounds the entire time.
Sir cupped my chin in his palm and lifted my face up, “You are such a little slut. But you are my little slut.”
He helped me off the bed and onto the floor. Still blindfolding and whimpering a little, I could hear the camera move again. He ordered me to tilt my head up and of course, I obeyed.
I could hear his voice, cold, “The audience is watching you. So, be honest, just nod your head if it's true that you are hurting because you need to cum so badly.”
I nodded. It hurt, oh it hurt.
Softly, “I know it hurts. I was hurting until you released me, so I know.”
I could hear kneel next to me, “But Mistress is also hurting. And before you can stop hurting, you also have to help her. She's not here...but she is watching us, right now. I'm sure if you begged her...she would come here tonight, right now. And it would be all over, tonight, we can all be released tonight, you being the last. But you have to convince Mistress....you have to beg her, now, while everyone is watching. Wait for the door to close...then you can start.”
I heard Sir's footsteps go towards the door. I sat back on my heels. Looking down. And then I head the door close and begged...oh god, I begged.
I begged her to come tonight. I begged her and anyone who was watching me saw me beg her and promise how well I would please her with little mouth, my pink tongue pleasuring her, begging her to come here and to hurt me with her hand or crop on my bottom, promising to lick her boots, nipple clamps, to be her pony, to be her slut, her whore...
Please come here, now, because I was hurting, everything felt so tight, and it hurt so much, I I was throbbing...throbbing inside so hard and it hurt SO much...please, Mistress, please...make me dirty, make me filthy, make me please you...just please come, please Mistress...please...I'm crying...please Mistress...please...
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