Gag Slave · Part 2 (2/2)
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t. “AAAKKK!”
Molly exclaimed, gagging slightly, her eyes instantly watering. Matt pulled the cloth back slightly, and looked her directly in the eye.
“You, my Dear, are going to wear this gag….so get ready…and deal with it.”
He gave her a moment to collect herself before replacing the cloth deep in her mouth. Molly’s eyes opened wide, and she took a deep slow breath. Then another…. Her body did not like this invasion, and quickly generated a surge of thick mucus, which coated the cloth and partially lubricated the coarse cloth against the tender flesh of her throat.
Her gag reflex quieted. Matt took a large dishtowel, folded it into a big triangle, and then rolled it. He shoved the center of the cloth into her mouth, took the ends behind her head where he pulled them tight, and tied a knot. Molly’s mouth was jacked open, and the cloth drew her lips back into a strained grimace. She choked slightly as the wadding was pushed more firmly against the back of her throat, and worked her jaw trying to ease the tension. The cloth bit painfully into the corners of her mouth. A droplet of drool formed on her stretched lower lip, and dribbled down her chin. Matt looked at her for a moment, then took another large dishtowel. This time, after folding it into a triangle, he made a 5-inch wide band of cloth. This was placed over the gag cleaving her mouth, and, like the gag under it, was tightly tied behind her head.
Matt looked closely at Molly. As she had said, she was very, very experienced with gags, and this experience had taught her to relax and adapt to the intrusive cloth in her mouth. Her blue eyes were now calm, and Matt thought he detected a challenging gleam…..”Is this the best you can do?” her eyes seemed to be saying. Matt smiled, and sat down to watch TV. Molly was about 6 feet away, slightly off to the side, but within his line of site. She sat facing him. He loved to watch her face when she was bound and gagged, and, of course, she had no need herself to see the screen. “One hour.” he said quietly. Molly sighed softly, and wiggled in her bonds. The chair squeaked, and her beautiful breasts jiggled slightly. The nipples were a dead giveaway…deep red, and as hard as little pebbles. Matt smiled to himself.
She was enjoying herself……what a girl!
Matt passed a very enjoyable hour. Molly also had fun…in her own way! She loved to fight her bonds, even when she knew escape was impossible. Her pigtails flew as she tossed her head and chewed on her gag like a filly fighting her bit. She wiggled, and strained, and tensed her muscles against the cords holding her, and all she accomplished was the rope digging further into her flesh, chafing her wrists, and leaving red welts in her soft breasts. After an hour she was covered with a fine sheen of sweat, and Matt noted a slippery wetness oozing around the cords with bisected her pussy and pinched her tender red clit.
Matt stood, bending down until his face was close to Molly’s
He could hear the rush of air in and out of her nose as she took long, slow deep breaths. There was a damp spot in the dishcloth, which formed the outer layer across her face. He reached behind her head, and unknotted the gag. The cloth between her lips was sopping wet almost back to her ears, and her cheeks and chin glistened with the drool that had seeped from her mouth. She had bitten down on the gag between her teeth, and worked her jaw to lessen the strain, but the corners of her mouth were still drawn back from the tension. Matt untied the gag, and pulled it from between her lips. Molly groaned softly and tried to close her mouth. In so doing the wadding in her mouth slipped backward.
She coughed and retched slightly, took a deep breath, then sat passively. There were deep angry red marks at the corners of her mouth and on her cheeks from the tightly tied gag. Matt smiled to himself when he saw Molly’s throat muscles move as her tongue tried to keep the packing from sliding deeper into her throat. “Here,”
he said, “let me help you with that.” Molly opened her mouth as wide as she could as he gingerly stuck his thumb and forefinger between her lips. “Hhrrraakkkk!” Molly gagged when he grasped the soggy wad, and gently pulled it free. Molly groaned with relief as Matt inspected the soggy wad of cloth. It was, of course, completely saturated with
Molly’s saliva. Where the cloth was pushed against the back of her throat it was coated in thick, slippery esophageal mucus. “Interesting….”
Matt thought to himself, dropping the cloth on the coffee table with a wet plop.
“Thank you for my punishment, Master.” Molly smiled. “You’re welcome, Baby.” He answered with a chuckle, “but that was not your punishment…..that was just a little….um…..warm-up.” Molly’s brow furrowed, and a frown crossed her pretty features. “Warm-up?” Matt picked up a glass, and held it to her lips. “Take a drink,” he ordered, “We don’t want to get dehydrated, do we?” She took a couple of small sips, swishing the liquid around her mouth before swallowing. Her mouth tasted of laundry detergent and starch, and she appreciated his thoughtfulness.
“Thanks, Master.” Matt began sorting through the pile of cloth on the table.
“Rest time is over.” He said. “Open wide.”
Molly did as ordered, watching as Matt directed another folded napkin into her mouth. This cloth was folded into a triangular cone, much as the previous wadding, except that it was larger, and was folded to be thinner, with a longer point. “Uh oh.” She thought to herself as the pointed end pushed into her throat….much deeper than its predecessor!
“ERRRRKKKK!” she retched. “Gaaakkkk!” Molly seldom broke discipline, but now she did. She twisted her head to the side, spat out the cloth, and closed her mouth. Matt didn’t get mad. He knew…they both knew….that this was a battle that he would always win. “Molly, open.”
She looked at him with big, blue, moist eyes. He didn’t know if her eyes had become teary from the gag, or if she was crying. He didn’t much care. Their eyes met for a long moment….then she blinked, lowered her eyes, and with a soft whimper, opened her mouth. Matt picked up the cloth. It had become slightly damp from its brief time in
Molly’s mouth, and perhaps had picked up a little dirt, carpet fuzz or cat hair from the floor, but Matt wasn’t concerned. Again the pointy end of the triangular wadding probed beyond her teeth, into her throat.
Molly’s eyes opened wide, her body tensed, and she made a soft sound of discomfort. She closed her eyes, but kept her mouth open wide, accepting…..adapting…..
Matt took a very large, soft absorbent dishtowel, rolled it into a long cylinder, and tied a large overhand knot in the center. The knot was slightly larger in diameter than the 3-inch ballgag Molly had worn earlier in the day. “Perfect.” Matt thought. He reached a couple of fingers into Molly’s open mouth, and spread the triangle shaped wadding to each side until there was a cavity in its center. With the other had he began to work the large knot into her mouth. It was too large to just push it in. He placed it on her lower teeth, then simultaneously pushed downward and inward, rolling the knot over her teeth, and into her mouth.
Molly whimpered as he pushed and twisted the huge knot of soft cloth, tucking loose ends between her lips, until the entire thing was behind her teeth. The distention of her jaw seemed impossible, and her lips were stretched tight around the circumference of the huge plug. Her mouth was only so big…and as the knot pushed past her teeth and spread itself from the roof of her mouth to her tongue, from cheek to cheek, the pointed wadding applied earlier had to go someplace.
The only avenue for expansion was, of course, backwards, and further down her throat! Molly choked and panicked momentarily. A muffled cry escaped around the huge wad. Bad idea!! More choking! Molly soon learned that vibrating vocal cords triggered choking….movement triggered choking…..even swallowing, if not done carefully…triggered choking!
Matt took the ends of the cloth behind Molly’s head and knotted it securely.
As he pulled it tight the gag was drawn deeper into her mouth…..
Molly sat looking at Matt through teary eyes as he prepared another dishtowel. The rush of adrenaline from the choking panic had made the captive girl break out in a sweat, which covered her face and naked body. Sweat ran down the valley between her full breasts. Her blue eyes were misty and a drop of drool had escaped the corner of her mouth and was dribbling over her bottom lip. Worse yet, her nose had started to run! Molly inhaled wetly through her nose, then snorted as hard as she could to clear her nasal passage. Matt smiled, and held up a spare napkin to her nose like a concerned Mother. “Blow.” he suggested.
Her eye’s shot him daggers, but she recognized the merit of complying.
The gag in her mouth was airtight, so keeping her nose clear was of great concern to her!
Matt folded the dishtowel into a triangle like a large scarf.
He put it over her head, with the point in the back and brought the two free ends under her chin. He tied an overhand look, then took a firm grasp on the two ends and began to pull! As it tightened the scarf tried to pull Molly’s jaw closed, but her mouth was packed to the bursting point with the huge knot, which could not be dislodged, and would barely compress. The tension was enormous…the knot stretching her lips, and holding her mouth wide open, the binding over her head and under her chin trying to force her mouth closed!
Molly sat, alarmed at these developments, as Matt took another large dishtowel, and folded it into a 6-inch wide band. He put it over the knot stretching Molly’s lips, covering her lower face from just under her nose down to her chin. He tied it behind her head and pulled it tight. Molly’s lower jaw, which had been stretched downward by the knot gag, and compressed upward by the scarf tied under her chin, was now drawn severely back! The capture of her mouth was now complete.
Molly was controlled by stringent tension in all directions! Her mouth was totally sealed and immobile, and the soggy, slippery wad of cloth threatened to choke her at any moment! The formidable gag so occupied her thoughts that she scarcely noticed that her elbows were crushed together by biting cords, or that her fluttering fingers were becoming numb from her stringent bondage. Not even considering that she was stretched around a large plug wedged up her backside, or that rough biting cords were biting into her pink, moist slit, or that her ass cheeks were red and irritated by the rough, scratchy, itchy pad on which she sat!
Matt looked at his captive. Her hair, ears and lower face were covered in soft, swaddling cloth, but pulled murderously tight. Her blue eyes were like two urgent beacons….silently broadcasting her plight to the world. Her face was tired, and showed the tension and strain of her predicament. Her brow furrowed, and she tried to plead silently with him. “I’m sorry!” her eyes begged. “This is awful….oh, please….let me loose!”
“Would you like me to take it out?” he asked softly. Her eyes widened in surprise, and quickly registered relief and joy!
She nodded, and a soft, pitiful whimper escaped through the muffling layers, followed by a retching cough. The harsh gag was ever vigilant, and no sound would go unpunished! Matt bent, and began to untie the knot under Molly’s chin. Her eyes brightened with happiness. “You’ve probably been punished already…” he said, “but not nearly enough.”
He pulled it tighter before knotting it again! A small tear formed in the corner of her left eye, and ran down he cheek until it was absorbed
Matt folded yet another towel, which he placed over her eyes, and knotted behind her head. “I think you need to spend a little time with yourself.”
He said, as she was plunged into a muffled, claustrophobic darkness.
“By the way,” he said. “Andre Agassi has a match coming on TV in a little while… I think it’s a five setter.” Molly shook her head in disbelief! “He can’t mean to leave me like this while he watched the whole match!” she thought wildly, “That could be hours!” Molly, the girl who loved prolonged, strict bondage more than anything, suddenly wished she was anyplace but here… doing anything but this! She strained and twisted in her bonds, trying to work her jaw to reduce the strain of the stifling gag…and she screamed!
The effect was immediate! The scream was absorbed by the muffling cloth in, and over, her mouth. Her diaphragm heaved and her throat convulsed as she choked on the slippery wadding at the back of her throat.
She retched, coughed three times, and then retched again. Desperately she drew in a deep breath, fighting to control the gag reflex. Exhaling in a snort through her nose, she breathed another wet, noisy breath.
She coughed twice. “Aaaakkkk….” Another snort……then….the next breath a bit more controlled. Molly bowed her head, trying to get the slippery plug to slide forward in her throat, even slightly. Urgently she pushed at the hateful wad with her tongue. She could feel it move slightly, and the tickling urge to vomit subsided slightly. She took a deep breath, and sat silently, her blind eyes looking at Matt.
He didn’t say a word, or even acknowledge her difficulty in any way.
Molly recognized, disheartened, that he was going to sit there and watch
TV, and she was going to have to deal with they punishment gag as best she could….and for as long as he wished. She was on her own…just her, the slippery, choking wadding, and the tension of the tight, stifling cloth that swaddled her face.
She sat in quiet and still in her bondage. Time measured only with the passage of games in the stupid tennis match. She had wished desperately for straight sets…but no. Split sets, then 2-1, 2-2 and finally the fifth set. She sat, hurting and miserable. Her jaw ached from the long hours of tensioned immobility. The cord was biting into her elbows, and she couldn’t feel her hands at all. She endured each agonizingly slow point. Worse luck! A tiebreaker! Finally, mercifully, the match ended! The TV clicked off, and she could hear
Matt stand. “Remember Baby,” he lectured softly, “I can always find something worse to do to you….if you make me.” Molly made a soft whimper, and nodded slightly. To her surprise, he began untying the ropes, rather than remove the gag. He started by undoing the loops around her torso. Next, her elbows. As he peeled the cords from the deep, angry red grooves that gouged the flesh, Molly fought the urge to moan with relief. She didn’t want another choking fit now!
‘You can finish this,” he said while untying her hands, “then shower, and come to bed.” She heard his footsteps leave the room.
Molly’s shoulders cried with relief as she brought her numb hands to her lap. Slowly the feeling came back, and she felt tingly “pins and needles” in her fingers as full blood flow returned. It took several minutes for feeling to come back. Once she had full use of her hands she quickly untied the blindfold, and the damp muffling cloth covering her mouth and lower face. Reaching under her chin, she happily released the pressure on her jaw, and dropped the big dishtowel on the floor. She rubbed the chafed, red marks dug by the pressure of the knot, then reached behind her head, freeing the ends of the knot gag
She pulled at both ends, trying to drag the huge knot from between her teeth. The huge, soggy mass seemed reluctant to leave her mouth, but finally it pulled free. Molly groaned with relief, and quickly reached into her mouth and grasped the slippery wad that had tormented her for so many hours. It was stuck to her throat, and as she pulled it loose she again fought the urge to gag. Oh, how good it felt to close her mouth! She looked at the awful, slimy wadding with revulsion, then tossed it on the table. It landed with a wet plop.
Even with free hands, it took Molly another 10 minutes to escape her bondage chair. The rope around her waist, which held her so firmly implanted on the itchy mat on which she sat, was knotted very tightly.
The knots were behind her, and her arms and fingers quickly tired from working in the awkward position. Once her waist was freed, she was able to bend down and work on releasing her feet. These knots were also tight and difficult to reach. Finally free of the chair, Molly stood gingerly. She was a little unsteady on her feet, and the deeply imbedded crotch rope bit her slit painfully. Again the knot was behind her back. After several minutes of feverish effort she was able to untie the knot. The scratchy rope pulled free from her moist pink slit, and the release of pressure eased the discomfort of the huge butt plug somewhat. With the plug still in place, and the corset still tightly laced, Molly walked wearily toward the bathroom.
She sat on the commode, relaxing her sphincter while tensed her abdominal muscles to expel the huge plug. “Like constipation.” She thought with a wry smile. It slipped out of her pink rosebud with a wet, sucking sound. Molly relieved herself, then stood to remove the corset.
As tight as it was, her other discomforts rendered the constriction of her waist trivial. She untied the double bow holding the lacing secure, then patiently released the laces. Once the pressure was released from top to bottom, she was able to unfasten the busk, and the corset fell to the floor. “How good a shower will feel!” she thought to herself.
As she walked toward the shower, she caught sight of herself in the bathroom window. She stopped, taken aback by her image.
It was a drawn, tired looking girl with cute blond pigtails.
Her eyes were bloodshot, and her face showed the strain of long hours of discomfort. Her lips were swollen from stretching around the huge knot, and there were red creases in her cheeks where the gag had been so tightly tied. She had welts wherever there had been a rope…..the upper curve of her breasts, her shoulders, elbows, wrists and ankles.
There were creases in her waist and hips from the corset, and the slit between her legs was raw and sore. “Stupid girl.” She muttered to herself as she turned on the shower.
Afterwards she dried herself vigorously with a big, fluffy towel until her skin was pink. She looked at the clock…. almost midnight.
Molly tiptoed quietly into the bedroom. Matt had his back turned to her, and his breathing was soft and regular…asleep. Molly turned back the covers. She picked up a pair of shiny silver handcuffs from the nightstand, and clicked then securely around her right wrist.
She slid into bed, pulled the covers up to her chin, and then put both hands behind her. She sighed, and then cuffed her hands together.
She didn’t know why, but she always slept better when handcuffed!
Matt stirred, awakened, and rolled over towards her. “Tired, Honey?”
he asked. “Mmmmm…” she answered. He reached a muscular arm toward her, and pulled her close. They snuggled, her back to his chest, and he cupped her left breast in his hand. The stiff nipple pressed hard against his palm as Molly smiled, and wiggled against him contentedly.
“Was it bad?’ he asked softly. “Oh Master, it was awful…you have no idea!” “Well then, be a good little girl…” he was asleep before he could finish the sentence.
Molly lay quiet in the darkness, enjoying his warmth. Her jaw was stiff and sore, and there was a dull, throbbing ache from her backside, but other than that she fine. Mischievously she fondled his manhood gently with her cuffed hands to see what might happen. Nothing…he was dead to the world. Molly sighed softly. With her hands behind her, she couldn’t even play with herself…. “Oh well” she thought, “maybe in the morning…” She was tired enough not to be too disappointed.
As she fell asleep, she entered that twilight area where she might have been dreaming. But she seemed to remembered thinking… “…pack my cheeks a little fuller…a bigger knot gag…a more slippery wadding cloth would be harder to control……..soap would be yucky…….retighten after the first hour……head pulled back and tied, so the wadding wants to slide……….”
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