Gag Slave · Part 1

Gag Slave · Part 1 (1/2)
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“Damn it, Molly!” exclaimed Matt angrily as the icy cold 32 ounce drink tumbled onto his lap, and quickly soaked him to the skin. His cock and balls were already shriveling from their cold shock as Matt stood to confront the cause of this unexpected interruption……..

He had been quietly watching the ball game on TV, with his submissive girl friend Molly kneeling compliantly at his feet. She had been kneeling for a very long time! “Darn,” she thought to herself, “why does it have to be a doubleheader?” Her ankles were chained closely together, and her wrists were handcuffed behind her. Worse yet, her cuffed wrists were pulled up to the small of her back and linked to the stern, stiff posture collar around her neck. After several hours of this strained, hammerlock position her arms and shoulders ached, and her wrists bore deep red welts from the cold steel digging into her flesh. The posture collar was thick leather covering a steel core, and was snug around her neck, and securely locked. It had a shelf projecting out under her chin, which forced her head up, giving her the stiff, erect carriage for which the device is named.

Molly’s mouth was filled with a 3-inch ballgag, which stretched her lips and distended her lower jaw. With her jaw, the ball, and the posture collar all competing for limited space, the poor girl’s face was looking almost straight up. Even kneeling with her head upon her knees the combined effect of the hammerlock, the large ball and the collar made it impossible for Molly to relax. She was almost never permitted to watch the TV, but today she was not blindfolded. Matt loved to watch her big blue eyes….she was gagged so often that her eyes had become her predominant method of expressing herself. Feeling thirsty, he had commanded her to bring him refreshment.

“Go get me something to drink,” he directed. “Mmmmm?” she stirred from her position, groaning at the pleasure of welcome movement. With her head held back, she had to turn to the side, and look out of the corner of her eye to make eye contact with her Master. “Mmmmph….errrrrkkkfff!” she said.

Matt laughed softly, and reached down to unfasten the snaplink holding her cuffed hands so high on her back. “MMMMMMMMmmmmmm…” she moaned happily as she gingerly lowered her arms as the tired muscles screamed.

Awkwardly, with closely chained feet and numb arms, she clambered to her feet and stretched happily. She was, of course, naked. Her long blond hair was braided into two cute pigtails, which terminated in little blue bows. She was deeply tanned all over, and large, brown nipples that were constantly stiff and erect crowned her firm breasts. Matt often wondered whether her hard nubbins were due more from the air conditioning in the house, or her unbridled and total enthusiasm for her life as his slave girl. Each pink nipple was pierced, and adorned by a small gold ring. At the junction of her shapely thighs he was shaved clean, and her pink inner lips peeked wetly from between her tanned outer lips.

Her eyes were bright blue and very large, and her stretched lips were a full, lucious red. A droplet of drool slipped out of the corner of her mouth as she took a deep breath, and shuffled off toward the kitchen.

Matt watched her firm, shapely ass twitch provocatively as she walked away, and considered himself a lucky man! Such luck did not come without some ongoing effort on his part, however. Molly was extraordinarily submissive, but was also smart, curious and adventurous. It took a lot of effort and creativity on Matt’s part to keep her happy and satisfied.

At times he was concerned that he was taking things too far, but she would just laugh through her gag in an impudent challenge to his mastery.

Molly spent most of her life with her hands restrained in some manner, so this particular errand was routine for her. She opened the refrigerator behind her, and reached in to take out the large bottle of diet soda.

Still operating behind her back she cradled the bottle against her hip, and unscrewed the cap. She placed the bottle on the countertop.

Standing on her tiptoes, she was barely able to reach up behind her to open the cabinet door and take out a certain large, plastic insulated tumbler that Matt liked. It was large enough that a girl couldn’t grasp it in one hand. She was able to pinch the edge of the empty tumbler between her thumb and forefinger, and place it on the counter.

Kneeling, she reached into the cabinet, and took out a small silver tray. She took the tumbler behind her back with both hands, and guided it into the ice dispenser on the front of the fridge. After the glass was almost filled with ice she put it onto the tray, then grasped the bottle of soda, and carefully filled the tumbler almost to the rim. Working behind her back, she stooped slightly and gingerly picked up the tray, keeping it level so that it didn’t spill. Molly was glad that she was not wearing high heels. With her ankles chained, it was difficult enough to walk and not spill the drink while barefoot! Slowly she carefully came out of the kitchen and into the media room. Matt was sitting in a large leather chair with his feet on a matching ottoman.

Molly moved over to Matt, and began to kneel so she could offer him the drink when disaster struck! Her chained ankles caused her to lose balance just enough to jiggle the tray, and the whole tumbler fell directly onto Matt’s lap.

Molly stared in wide-eyed horror at what she had done. “Mmmmmmmpf!”

she whimpered, shaking her head. As Matt stood, the ice cubes in his lap tumbled to the floor “Go get a towel and clean up this mess,” he ordered. He reached behind her head and unbuckled the huge ballgag, but left the ball in her mouth with the straps dangling on each side. “After everything is clean, come to the bedroom.” With that he stormed out of the room to shower the sticky mess from his crotch, and put on dry clothes.

Molly quickly kneeled, picked up the tumbler, and began putting the ice cubes on the silver tray. The big ball was still in her month…it was far too large and tightly wedged behind her teeth for her to expel it with her tongue, and her hands were still cuffed behind her. She shuffled to the kitchen as quickly as her chained feet would allow, and returned with a couple of large dishtowels, which she used to blot up the spill. She made a second trip with a wet towel to mop up any unwanted stickiness from the leather chair and carpet, then dried everything with another towel.

After everything was put away she was finally able to deal with the gag. Matt had unbuckled it, so he obviously wanted her to be able to speak. She looked around the kitchen, and finally an idea came to her. There was a series of coat hooks on the wall behind the back door. Perhaps she could snag the buckle on one of the hooks, then back away to pry the ball from between her lips….. It took a lot of effort, and after a couple of minutes of failure her breath was whistling in wet, noisy gaps through her nose. Finally!! She was just able to snag the buckle, then took up the slack in the strap, and twisted her head. The ball compressed as it was pulled between her teeth, then plopped wetly out of her mouth. A long silver thread of drool hung between the ball and her mouth, until she licked her lips. Molly took a deep breath….”Now to face the music…”

Fifteen minutes later Matt had cleaned up…and cooled off. He was watching the game on the TV in the bedroom when a meek tapping sound came from the doorway. “Master???” she asked in a timid, little girl voice.

“May I come in?” “Yes,” said Matt, switching off the TV. “Kneel in front of me.” Gracefully Molly knelt, and bowed her head to the floor. She maintained the submissive posture for long minutes as

Matt sat silent…thinking.

“Look at me, Molly,” he commanded softly. The beautiful blond looked up, her big blue eyes shining brightly.

“What do you have to say for yourself?” he asked. “I… I’m sorry that I was careless Master…. I deserve to be punished…….for being so clumsy.”

Again she bowed her head. “Look at me, girl!” Molly looked up. “Be truthful,” he asked softly, “Did you do this on purpose…. so that

I’d punish you?” “Oh no, Master,” she exclaimed, shaking her head.

“I would never do that…. it ruins it…….it makes us…..fake…..phony…”

She stopped, and waited for him to speak. She looked like she wanted to cry. “But then, you expect to be punished?” “Yes!” she said, a faint smile crossing her face, “I’d never try to manipulate you….but…..as a good master you cannot let your slave get away with such a transgression!!

“You think you have me out foxed, don’t you?” he asked with a sigh.

Molly started to protest, but Matt put up a warning finger, and the girl remained silent. “We both know that for you, punishments aren’t really punishments at all….. You know that I won’t whip you severely, because

I don’t want to mark your pretty skin, and a good whipping is the only punishment that you are afraid of. Anything else I do to you, you love.”

Molly kept silent, because she couldn’t deny it……the tightest bondage…..severe hoods……mouth filling gags……clips and clamps…..all of these things delighted her. It didn’t seem to matter how stringent was her treatment, or for how long a time!

What to do with her???

“I was thinking about a stringent hogtie, and putting you in a dark closet for the rest of the day.” Matt let the suggestion hang in the air as Molly continued to kneel in submission. “Master, may I speak?” she finally asked. “Of course.” “Well,” she sighed, “that is a pretty boring suggestion, and not much of a punishment for a bad girl like me.” “OK, OK,” he sputtered, “It was just a thought.”

Suddenly a big smile creased his handsome face. “I’m thinking of a taut, inverted, spread eagled suspension….” He watched her closely for a reaction. “..for about 6 hours……” No reaction.

“…with a ten pound weight hanging from your ponytail…” No reaction.

“..and a chain between your nipple rings with a six ounce weight attached…”

No reaction. “…and our biggest ballgag and a blindfold..” Molly looked up. “Yes, please,” she smiled.

“See there?” he exclaimed. “That’s exactly my point….the harder the bondage, the more you love it!” “Oh no, Master!” she answered, “That really is a terrible punishment…really it is!” She smiled mischievously.

“You should be proud of yourself for having thought of it!” “OK….that’s enough!” he said, “I have been saving something I read about, but now is as good a time as any!” Matt stood up and unlocked Molly’s handcuffs.

“Be back here in 30 minutes…..cleaned thoroughly inside and out…and wearing your new corset…the 17” one…laced as tightly as you can make it…. GO!

Molly quickly scampered out of the room.

29 minutes and 58 seconds later Matt heard a soft tap on the door.

“Master?” she announced, “I’m ready as you ordered.” “Good, come in at let me look at you.” Molly entered, and stood erect, with her hands by her side as Matt walked completely around her.

He noted that the corset was tightened until the gap in the back was about 2 inches, meaning that she had laced her normal 24” waist down to

19” by herself…pretty good. “Hands behind your head,” he ordered.

Quickly she complied. Her breasts lifted and becoming more prominent as she took a deep breath. She knew what was coming? “Exhale.”

he ordered, tugging at the bow tied in the two laces and grasping each lace firming in his two hands. Using the full power of his wide shoulders and well-developed arms he gradually closed the gap until it was fully closed and the two sides of the corset touched from top to bottom.

“The last two inches are the hardest, aren’t they Honey” Matt laughed with some satisfaction. “Yes Master” she gasped. “Now, bend over the back of the chair.” Molly sighed with glum resignation.

She knew what was coming. No other reason why Matt would tell her to clean herself inside and out!

Her thoughts were confirmed when she felt a cold, slippery pressure at the pink portal of her backside. Gently he slipped a finger inside her, then two, then three….probing, slipping in and out….gently stretching the resilient muscles around her puckered orifice. She felt his fingers slip out of her, and her rosebud close momentarily. “Relax,” he ordered.

Molly felt something hard probing her anus, but this was different…large and blunt, and she grunted softly as her muscles were quickly stretched wider than before. “Oooooooo,” she whimpered at the sudden tearing pain. The object was well greased, and Matt was not brutal with his slavegirl. Slowly but surely with firm but gentle pressure he worked the huge invader inside her.

Molly whimpered as the widest part of the plug passed her sphincter, then gasped with relief as she felt herself close around the somewhat smaller diameter neck. The pain lessened, but her abdomen felt full of hard rubber pressing outward against the constriction of the corset. “Stand up, hands behind your head.” Quickly Molly complied. Matt took a length of rough brown sisal rope, and doubled it over end to end.

He quickly looped the double strand around Molly’s tightly corseted waist, with the closed end at the front, then took the open end through the closed end and pulled it tight around her waist. Molly felt the corset dig into her waist, happy to have the protection of the corset.

Without it she was sure that the tight cords would have disappeared within the soft flesh around her waist. “Spread your legs a little.”

The loop around Molly’s waist centered at her belly button. Matt took the free end downward across her abdomen and between the beautiful girl’s legs. He reached down with his other hand to spread her inner pussy lips, allowing the twin cords to bite into the pink wetness of her femininity. He jerked on the end, and the rough cord bit into her tender pink clitoris. “Ouch! Oooohh!” she whimpered.

Matt told her to be quiet as he pulled the cord backward between the firm cheeks of her marvelous ass, then upward to the loop around her waist.

When he pulled the cords between her legs tight, the huge plug up her ass was pushed more deeply inside her.

Again Matt tugged upward, until Molly was forced onto her toes by the thin cords biting deeply into her soft wet flesh. Matt tied the end of the cords to the loop around her waist. “Walk to the media room.”

he commanded. Molly quickly complied, but it was not easy.

Despite herself, her clitoris had become stiff and aroused by the rough pressure of the cord, and now the act of walking pinched the tender bud between the tight cords. The butt plug was so large that she had to spread her legs slightly to walk, and the tight loop around her waist added to the constriction of the corset. “Sit.” Although there were several soft, comfortable leather chairs in the room, Molly had no illusions about where it was that she was supposed to sit. A heavy hard oak chair was destined to be her perch for the foreseeable future!

There was a new wrinkle, however…something on the seat of the chair.

It was some sort of pad, silver in color, with a ragged, rough texture and a metallic shimmer. Molly gave Matt a quizzical look. “I told you to sit down, not ask questions.” He responded, and quickly she sat. “Besides,” he said with wink, “it will shortly become obvious!”

Matt picked up another piece of the brown sisal rope. “Arms over the back of the chair, palms together. Molly wrinkled her nose, but complied. First Matt tied her hands together, palm-to-palm, with

6 wraps of double looped cord, and 3 cinches between her wrists.

Molly noted that the only knot was between her wrists, on the opposite side of the cinch from her hands—unreachable.

She knew what would come next……elbows. Another length of the same miserable, cutting, itchy sisal…..six loops around her elbows, pulled tight until they touched, and cinched. Then a cord goes went from the elbows under the armpit over the top of the shoulder behind the neck, down the front of the opposite shoulder, under that arm, and back to the elbows.

After looping around the cinches at the elbow and a tug to insure tightness, he threaded up and through the loop behind her neck, and back to the elbows, where he gave a final tug and tied it tightly. A subtle, but significant increase in tension was the result. Molly could feel the rough cord begin to burrow its way into the flesh above her elbows, and her shoulders twinged from the strain of the harsh, elbows touching position.

Next Matt took another length of cord, looped it around the back of the chair and Molly’s waist, and pulled it as tight as possible before securing the knot. Next he tied several loops around her left ankle, and pulled her foot back on the side of the chair as far as possible before tying it off. After doing the same with the other foot, Molly was left with her knees spread one either side of the chair seat, and the quadriceps of her well developed thighs tautly stretched and trembling.

Next Matt took a long length of cord, making 4 tight wraps around Molly’s torso and the back of the chair just under her breasts, and another 4 wraps above her breasts. Finally, a short length of cord was tied to Molly’s bound wrists, pulled under the chair, and tied tightly to the wooden cross member. This pulled her arms down, and kept them taut and immobile, putting further strain on her shoulders.

“Comfy, Love?” he asked. “Not too bad yet, Master,” she answered, “but I suppose that it will get worse over time.” She looked up and smiled. She could do nothing with her body but wiggle slightly, and nothing with her hands and arms but harmlessly flutter her fingers.

The ropes around her torso and waist kept her ass firmly planted on the chair seat. In just the time it had taken Matt to bind her, Molly was beginning to discover the secret of the silver pad on the chair seat.

“Master?” “Yes?” “My butt is beginning to burn and itch something awful!” Matt smiled, “Yes, that was a good idea, wasn’t it?

He walked behind her and gently rubbed her shoulder and the back of her neck. “The pad is from an industrial floor scrubbing machine.

It is a combination of fiber, plastic and steel wool. He picked up a spare pad that was lying on the table, and examined it. “All the little fibers and sharp edged should do a really good job of irritating your skin and making thousands of little red, raw spots, without doing any real damage. I have taken the liberty of brushing on a nice coat of hot liniment, which should add to the overall effect.” I will be interested to see your reaction…after a while.” Molly sniffed, and turned her nose into the air. She was not going to let him get the better of her…..at least not easily!

“Now we are ready!” “Ready for what Master?” Matt laughed, “Why your punishment, of course.” Molly wiggled ineffectually in her bonds. “Isn’t this my punishment?” she asked quizzically.

“Oh no,” he chuckled, “this is merely to keep you where I want you.

He tossed a large wad of multicolored cloths of different sizes and materials onto her captive lap. “This is your punishment. Another quizzical look, but she kept her silence.

“I found something interesting in the Internet the other day,” began

Matt, picking a computer printed page off the coffee table. “A PRIMER

ON CLOTH GAGGAGE…. He waved it in front of her face. This guy’s got some really neat ideas on the proper handling of women.” “Oh really,”

answered Molly dismissively. “Suit yourself, MASTER,” she said, emphasizing the word “Master” sarcastically. “…but after all the huge ball gags, plug gags, penis gags, ring gags, inflatable gags and bit gags that you have used on me, I don’t think a cloth gag amounts to much of a challenge.”

Matt picked up the pile of cloth from Molly’s naked lap, sorted, and selected several, and began folding. A couple of times he consulted the printed sheet. “Mmmmm….uh huh……nice…..…..perfect…” he mumbled to himself, nodding.

“Open,” he commanded. “Wider..” Matt took a blue cotton dinner napkin that was folded into a small square. Folding it again into a triangular cone, he directed the pointy end of the cloth into Molly’s mouth—not just behind her teeth, but high on the roof of her mouth, and deep, so that the point probed at the back of her throa

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