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The door latch clicked open and light came spilling into the room. I lifted my head slightly as the two figures marched quickly into my cell, ignoring me. I couldn’t see there faces as they were back lit by the florescent light of the hallway but I recognised them all the same. They were to same two male guards who had chained me in this cell weeks ago. Or was it months now? God I just cant tell anymore.

I could see from there silhouettes that they were both carrying long thin bags, about a meter in length. The two guards totally ignored me as they crossed the cell, opened the cases and began to set up what looked like metal stands. I lifted my self to my knees, my hands still cuffed tightly behind me and my collar attached to a bold in the floor by a chain, a couple of feet in length. Kneeling steady I peered into the darkness as my eyes gradually became accustom to the light. Just making out the two tri-pods set up in the centre of the room. A click and a flash of light had me falling back crying out as one of the guards turns on the lamp almost blinding me.

"Look into the camera" barked the guard in a gruff American voice. I slowly complied . Just about managing to fix my gave to the DV camera stood next to the lamp stand. I could see the flashing red light on the side of the camera. A long cable ran out of the side of the camera out the door. "Your being watched live" said the other guard "better give um a show" he grunted in a thuggish east London ascent. In one swift move they were both at my side, one of them clutching at my shoulders keeping me still as the other forced a leather hood onto my head. "Wait....umppppff" I struggled a little but they were huge and twice as strong as they looked. The hood wrapped tightly around my head as they sealed the back with only my eyes on display. A thick gag inside the hood forced my lips apart and filled my mouth. Two small tubes slid up my nose causing me to gasp and gag. "All set?" asked the American guard. "Yep....faaaakin hell don’t he look a fright." laughed the English guard. "The cameras rolling, seal him up". I felt the guard press two small plugs into the hood, sealing the two air holes for my nose. It took a moment to realise what had happened but once I exhaled and tried to draw another lung full of oxygen panic took hold instantly. The guards must have seen this in my eyes as they both gave a snort of amusement. My body went tight in a frozen grip of fear. Eyes bulging out as I trembled, still desperately gasping on the gag for a breath. Struggling in my bonds, thrashing around and screaming silently. I felt my chest aching, pounding as I writhed. My eyes fixed to the camera lens pleading with whoever was watching to stop this. Huge and blood shot. I became weak far quicker than I expected. I made one final thrust to free my self from my cuffs and collar. Every muscle aching at once, straining to stay alive. I could feel every nerve, electric, as if was my body was desperately trying to feel as much as possible before it expired. My head was spinning and I began to fade. I made out the slightest buzz a intercom and one of the guards voices muffled in the background. Just as I fell limp I felt the strong hands grab me, quickly ripping the hood from my head. Air filled my lungs as I collapsed on the stone floor. Shaking.

"Yes M'lady" spoke the guard into a walkie talkie. Yes think he’s ready for you now. I looked up as a desperately tried to steady my breathing. He grinned down at me. "Gentle as a lamb Miss" he sneered as he broke the com link. "Not bad for a two minute show lad, your being paid a personal visit now". They both roared in laughter filling the room. I could just about hear the gentle click of stilettos approaching.

 

Sent to me from undeadboy on CM.

	kaserz on 7/12/08 at 9:56 PM:
	hey u up for kam fum bitch

 

	MsAmyPaige on 7/12/08 at 9:57 PM:
	Are you fucking retarded?

	kaserz on 7/12/08 at 9:58 PM:
	retarded wat da fuck u on bitch u up 4 it or wat

Hmmm, scratching my head, do I jump at the offer made by the charming gentleman or no?

  Maybe you get a little confused when it's hot and need some visual cues to remind you exactly why you worship Me.  As usual, I am happy to oblige. During My most recent photo shoot I decided to bare all, which if you have been around Me for a while you know is extremely rare. Well here, for your viewing pleasure is a two picture package of my tits and ass.  Not just cleavage, nipples. No panties. Think you can handle it?

  The other day I received an email from a sub who was not interested in phone-sex, he said he wanted to feel pain not imagine it.  How amusingly naive of him. When My cbt guys call they not only feel pain exactly how and when I direct it, they feel fearful anticipation for what may be coming next.  I know the sounds a man makes when he ties the shoestring around his balls, crosses it at the base of his cock and wraps the rest of the string around the shaft. I know the sharp intake of breath when the nipple clamps that he refrigerated per my request circle the skin on the head of his cock, and I know the sound of slapping a cock and balls. There is nothing imaginary about a cock and ball torture session with this fetish Domme. I dare you to find out.

 I think someone's sister got into Mom's makeup, used her old clothes to dress up her brother and look what happened!  Today I have a pretty man all dressed up and smiling for the camera. He may be wearing a suit and tie right now, acting like a normal boss to Mary and J. but I (and now all of you) now the truth about Marcy.  I wonder if she will one day go as far as Sissy Marie, get all dressed up and meet people from Craigslist.  Who knows what My silly girls will do.  The good part is they don't know what I will do either, as I relax and get more information daily like a  cat playing with her little dressed up mice.

My pretty friend did, too bad she wasn't all dressed up in her Sunday best but instead wore a boring suit and tie.  I think church would be a lot more interesting if she showed up like this don't you? One of My favorite panty-boys sent Me three pairs of Hanky-Panky panties, and bought herself some too. She is so bad she asked Me what kind I was wearing the other day. I had to put her in her place quickly for daring to request such personal information.  That is the kind of thing I may share if and when I feel like it.  Black lace and pink by the way

It is for you to decide, notice the slutty black bra underneath the sheer white blouse. When I went to Catholic school (what? I did) our blouses were not sheer and the other Madonna wore the black bra. Also, under that makeup she/he really looks familiar doesn't he/she?  I'm pretty sure I saw him in one of the Southern states this week. Hmmmm... Any ideas, just drop Me a comment loves.

  One of My favorite crossdressers has her own little website and I've decided to be a sweetheart and give her some publicity (read: humiliation) by adding her site to My links list.  She is on the bottom, of course.  In case you are too lazy to scrol down to it, the site is http://www.freewebs.com/msmarcymonroe.   I'm not sure how long freewebs will keep it up there, they can be anal about alternative subject matter so check it out soon and sign her guestbook so ms marcy knows how many strangers have seen her in her makeup and pretty outfits. If you happen to recognize ms marcy from her regular life, don't tell her wife Paula about the site, that would be bad and I know My readers aren't bad bois are they

 kumi kookoon Tiffany Long Silk Gown with Chiffon Trim - Medium (6- - Wine  And My birthday is coming up, sooo........

spoil Me with smooth merlot silk carassing My body, clinging to My curves in exactly the right way.  You want to serve your sensual domme wrapped in silk, you lie prone on My dark leather bench, naked and shivering in the cool air-conditioning as you wait for My footstep at the door.  When you hear My heels clicking your way your cock stiffens and you realize the cool leather has heated up with your body temperature. Sensing I'm near, you remain still.  You can smell My soft perfume and feel My hands as I remove your blindfold. You have just 60 seconds to gaze at Me, to let your eyes take in My thick mahogany hair tumbling down My shoulders, creamy alabaster skin, dark almond shaped eyes and long neck.  Your eyes slide down to My full breasts, covered but not concealed by the rich silk, My straight shoulders and graceful arms. I reach down again and replace the blindfold. You don't know for sure what I am going to do next but you know it will be hard.

  My girlies do anything I say no matter what the humiliation.  Ms. M with the clitty pictured last week loved her moment of fame, so much that when I ordered her to put on her wife's panties, take a picture of herself in them and send it to Me to be posted in this blog she panted with anticipation.  Funny how there is no bulge in those women's panties, isn't it?  Exactly why she has to resort to sneaking furtive peeks up hot women's skirts. No one lacking that much of a cock could get near a real woman and she knows it. Nothing beats forcing a self-proclaimed straight sissy to suck big hard cock, show 'her' her true place in the world.

    >Week 18 of 2008

Ass blistered! For less then $6.00 listen to Me.