GAG SLAVE

“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. 

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, with large, brown nipples that were constantly stiff and erect crowning 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 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 dish towels 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, and 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 my 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…a pretty good job, but not good enough! 

“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 is 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 slave girl.  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 slackened, 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.  She was glad 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.”  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,”  he ordered.

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,  another cord  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 quickly felt 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 throat.  “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 series of deep, slow breaths.   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 dish towel, folded it into a big triangle, 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, and 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 sodden 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…..warmup.” 

Molly’s brow furrowed, and a frown crossed her pretty features.  “Warmup?”

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 hand 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 knot, 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 drawn, 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 by the gag.

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….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 this 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 before she could feel her fingertips. 

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,  tossing 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 pick 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, and 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 mirror.  She stopped,  taken aback by her image.  She saw 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, then put both hands behind her.  She sighed, 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 was 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 stretching my jaws to the limit……soap on the wadding to make it more slippery and produce more drool……...re-tighten all the knots after the first hour to eliminate any slack from her jaw muscles adapting to the tension……head pulled back and tied, so the wadding wants to slide back and down my throat, and I have to fight to control it with my tongue…..”

She dreamt of being gagged for an entire day.  Or maybe all weekend.  A full week’s vacation?

Forever? 

Gagged Slave II-----A Quiet Interlude

Matt awoke to the rays of the sun streaming into the bedroom.  Careful to not disturb Molly he slid from the bed.   After using the bathroom he slipped into a tee shirt and athletic shorts, and quietly left for his normal 5 mile run in the morning.

When he returned it was after 9 AM, and Molly was still soundly asleep.  She was a strong girl, but the prior evening’s events had taken a lot out of her.  He decided to let her sleep as long as she wished.  He puttered quietly around the house until just before noon, when she walked out of the bedroom. 

“Hi,” she said sleepily. 

“Good morning, Sunshine,” he replied.  “How do you feel?”

“A little stiff, but great,” she smiled.  “I had wonderful dreams last night”.

She sat naked at the table while Matt fixed lunch.

“Tell me about your dreams?” he asked, as he took a bite out of his sandwich.

Nine hours later, Molly was living that dream.

She was tied to the same hard, oak chair as before, but now she was wearing her nightgown and the chair was in the middle of the bedroom floor, facing the bed.

She wore a buttplug, smaller than the earlier one, but this one was equipped with a vibrator which plugged into the electric socket beside the bed.  She also wore a soft rubber penis shaped dildo vibrator, which was wedged deeply inside her belly.  It also was electrified.  Her legs were bound tightly together at ankle, knee and thigh, which kept the dildo from slipping out of her juicy pussy, and she was tied firmly to the chair, keeping the buttplug in place also.  Both vibrators featured a random pattern of no vibration, soft, medium and high vibration, and random times from 1 minute to 30 minutes.

The chair back was not too wide….narrower than Molly’s shoulders, which allowed Matt to bring her arms behind the chair with her forearms horizontal and her wrists tied in the center of her back.  Her upper arms were tied to the rungs of the chair, and ropes around her torso and the chair, above and below her breasts held her firmly in place.  She had been ordered to exhale before these ropes were tightened, so that they bit into her chest every time the helpless girl tried to take a breath.

Prior to binding his wife, Matt had placed a dental device used to hold a patient’s mouth open during surgery on Molly.  He had ordered her to open as wide as she could, and he had used his strength and the leverage of the hinged device to pry her oral cavity open even further before locking it.  That was 30 minutes ago, and in that time Molly’s jaw muscles had adapted to even that degree of uncomfortable stretching.  Now, after finishing binding her to the chair, Matt had coaxed another fraction of an inch out of her jaw, leaving her tongue lolling in her month and helplessly drooling between stretched lips.

Earlier, after Molly had explained her dreams, Matt had left her to do household chores, and went to out shopping for cloths with two specific properties.  The first was a synthetic fabric which was inherently slippery, and the second was an absorbent diaper material whose fibers swelled when they absorbed liquid.  These now became the basis of Molly’s gag.

Two pieces of the absorbent cloth were folded tightly 3 times and shoved firmly behind her teeth into each of her cheeks.  A large square of the slippery cloth was folded into the familiar cone shaped triangle, dampened, and rubbed with a fragrant sticky-sweet soap.  It was then wedged between the cloths in each of Molly’s cheeks, pushed up against the roof of her month, then shoved as far back in her throat as possible. 

“Errrkkkkk!” she gasped.  “Bloouuuurrrrgggghhhh! She retched as the slippery intruder hit the sensitive back of her throat and triggered her gag reflex.

“Get control of yourself,” he said quietly.

Patiently he waited while Molly’s throat spasms diminished and finally stopped.

“OK?” he asked.

Her eyes were watering, and snot dribbled out of her left nostril, but she nodded.

Taking a large square of the absorbent cloth he rolled a tube, then tied a large, spongy knot in the center.  Even jacked open by the dental device, the knot was much larger than her gaping mouth.  He reached side her mouth, making sure that each of the three cloths were pushed out, up and back as far as possible to leave room for the rest of her gag.  He compressed the knot with his fingers as he wedged it into her mouth.  Pushing down on her lower jaw, he rolled the knot over her bottom teeth.  Compressing it from the sides with the fingers of both hands, he used his thumbs to push down on the top of the knot while working it past her upper teeth.  Finally the knot compressed enough to ease behind her teeth, and into her gaping month.  As it rolled into her month Molly’s tongue was held down, the cloths in her cheeks were pushed outward, and the slippery cloth was forced up and back. 

Every single bit of space in Molly’s oral cavity was occupied by either stifling wadding or the huge knot.  Molly snorted to clear the snot from her nose.  Breathing through her mouth was impossible.

Matt’s next task was to remove the dental device.  It was hard, but he was able to depress the knot just enough to free the device from her upper teeth.  This slightly relieved the pressure, and Molly’s jaw relaxed very slightly.  With the stress removed, he easily slipped the device from behind her lower teeth.

Molly tossed her head, and bit down on the huge knot in her mouth, but  off course it was much too large to spit out unaided.  Walking behind his bound wife, Matt took the free ends of the knotted cloth and pulled them tight.  Molly moaned softly as he took another tightening jerk, then knotted the gag tight.  Any slack that had been created in her jaw when the dental device was released was now taken back by the extremely tight gag drawing the corners of her mouth back painfully.  The blindfold, the kerchief cloth tied under her chin, and the folded cloth across her mouth, were all tied much the same as yesterday, but much, much tighter. 

In very few moments the soap on the fabric deep inside her mouth began to work its mischief.  Her body generated mucus and saliva to rid itself of the irritant.  The slick film made the gagging pad slide deeper into the woman’s throat.  The saliva began to soak the absorbent cloths, and they began to swell even larger.  There was no way for the pressure of the increased size of the gag to dissipate.  The knot, and the other cloths binding her face were too tight, too secure.  Her gag continued to be come chokingly larger, tighter, and more difficult to endure.

Roger took two large, silk designer scarves from Molly’s chest of drawers.  The larger of these, a very colorful paisley print, was draped over Molly’s head.  The other was folded into a roll, then used to tie the draped scarf around her neck, creating another layer of stifling cloth over the girl’s face.  Breathing through her nose, Matt could see the cloth rise and fall where it covered her nose as she drew in and expelled each breath.  He could hear the soft whistle of air through her nostrils as she struggled to breathe.

Matt looked down at Molly’s chest heave as she struggled.  Bending over beside her, he could hear faint gurgling, coughing sounds all but completely muffled by the gag.  He gave her left nipple a sharp pinch through her nightgown.  A high pitched whimper was almost stifled by the multiple layers of cloth.

For the final step, Matt took a length of cord, doubled it over itself, then fed the end back to make a loop, which he placed like a headband over the silk cloth covering the woman’s head.  The end of the loop was at the back of her head, and Matt threaded those ends around Molly’s wrists behind the chair back, and then looped them back to the headband.  Gently he took up slack, and pulled the loop taut.  Molly’s bound wrists began to climb her back until they were between her shoulder blades, and her head began to tilt back until her blind eyes were pointed straight up at the ceiling, with her hands drawn into a tight hammerlock within inches of her head. 

“Sweet dreams, Honey.”

Matt turned out the light, and slipped into their bed.  He lay with his hands behind his head on the pillow watching her bathed in the soft blue light from the clock radio.

He could see her breasts rising and falling with her breathing, and could barely hear her breath in and out through her nose.  From six feet away he could hear no sound from inside the muffling layers of cloth.  Eventually he fell peacefully asleep.

The helplessly bound of gagged world of Molly was not quite so tranquil.

Sitting on the hard, wooden chair with a prod up her ass and a huge dildo wedged inside her pussy was uncomfortable, but by far the least of her problems.

Her arms and shoulders ached after hours of tight, immobile confinement.  She tried to stretch her back away from the chair, and gain some precious, small degree of movement, but all she could do was flutter her fingers helplessly.

Her neck had a sharp, painful crick from being bent back so sharply, she could feel the ropes bite into her chest every time she tried to take a deep breath.

All other discomforts were secondary however, to her gagged mouth and muffled face.

The gag had swollen to its maximum diameter, and the muscles of her jaw had passed beyond aching to the point of numbness.  She continued to excrete saliva, but with her head tilted so far back, it all soaked the gagging cloths at the back of her throat, and then dribbled down her throat.  The slippery, non-absorbant cone shaped triangle was made even more slippery by the soap, and Molly struggled every minute to push the huge plug with her tongue to keep it from slipping to the back of her throat.  Despite her best efforts the cone continually made her retch as it touched her glottis, together with the choking discomfort caused by the steady trickle of water out of the saturated cloth and down her throat.  There was a great deal of noise and commotion inside the gag.  She coughed, gurgled, choked, retched, whimpered, swallowed, hummed and groaned, but Matt did not hear a sound. 

Despite all the saliva at the back of her throat, the huge knot was dry, and Molly’s were parched and cracked at they stretched around the huge plug.  The gag dug into the corners of her month from being tied so tightly, and the cloth covering the knot pressed her lips painfully against her front teeth.  Her jaw was so numb that she didn’t even try to fight against the springy resilience of the huge knot. 

Molly was dressed for bed in a pretty pastel cotton nightgown, but her stringent predicament allowed her to only drift in and out of a dozing sleep. 

When she did sleep though, her dreams were wonderful!

Matt woke groggily, and glanced at the clock.  It was 8:30.  He had turned out the light at 10:30, so Molly had been stringently bound and gagged for 10 hours.  Other than the rise and fall of her chest, Molly was motionless.  He couldn’t tell if she was awake or asleep.

“Well,” he thought to himself, “We normally slept late on Sunday morning.”  He rolled over and went back to sleep.

He woke up again needing to go to the bathroom.  As he walked by his bound wife she moaned softly, and wiggled her head the slightest bit in his direction.  When he returned it was after 11:00.  He smiled to himself, recalling  that 12 hours bound and gagged was one of her dreams.

Matt unknotted the rope holding her arms drawn up against her bend back head, and let out the tension of the binding.  You could only hear Molly’s soft moan of relief if you had your ear right beside her gagged mouth. 

He started to untie the knot in the silk scarf around her neck as the first step to removing her gag.

Molly’s sharp scream penetrated the gag, and she between to shake her head violently from side to side.

“NNNNNNNUHHHH    HHHHHNNNHHHH!”

Surprised, Matt bent down beside her.

“Don’t you want your gag removed, honey?” he asked.

She shook her silk and cloth enwrapped head negatively.

“Are you sure? he asked again.  “You have been gagged a very long time.”

She nodded most emphatically.

“Do you want to be untied?”

Molly cocked her head, then began to flutter he toes, and wiggle her legs as much as her bondage allowed.

“Your legs?”

She nodded.

“Arms?”

She shook her head.

“You want me to untie your legs, but leave your arms bound?”

She nodded.

“…..and untie you from the chair?”

Another nod.

A flash if insight hit him, “You want to go to the bathroom?!”

A nod, and a soft sigh of relief.

Quickly he untied his wife’s legs, and after a night bound to the chair he helped her get shakily to her feet.  He took her by her tightly tied arms, and let her to the bathroom.  Completely blind and tightly gagged, he led her to the bathroom, guided to the toilet, and helped her sit. 

“Done?” he asked after a few minutes.  She nodded yes, and to her total embarrassment he wiped her ass for her, flushed the toilet, and helped her to her feet.

Matt watched as Molly shuffled tentatively toward the door back to the bedroom.  Like most married couples, she had gotten up during the night to use the bathroom many times without turning on a light to avoid waking her husband.  Even without arms, she was able to feel her way to the bed.

“Need some sleep?” he asked.

Molly nodded silently.  It had been hard to sleep so tightly bound, gagged, and looking straight up at the ceiling.  She was tired, and desperately craved sleep despite the tight, stifling gag.  Matt drew back the covers, and helped his wife to lie down.  He straightened out her nightgown, and pulled the covers up to her neck.  Bending down, he kissed the little bump in the cloth that was her nose.  She whimpered softly.  Matt stood back, watching the cloth rise and fall softly as her breathing became more regular.  She was asleep in moments.  He decided to let her stay in bed for as long as she wished.

Several hours later Matt was sitting in his easy chair watching sports when he heard the toilet flush.

Quickly he stood, and hurried to the bedroom, just in time to find his wife blindly shuffling out of the bathroom.

“Hi Babe,” he greeted.  “How are ya’ feeling?” 

Molly shrugged her shoulders, and nodded her cloth shrouded head.

“How did you flush the toilet?” he asked, noting that her hands were still bound tightly between her shoulder blades on her upper back. 

In response she lifted a leg, and wiggled her toes. 

“You flushed with your foot!” he exclaimed.  “What a clever girl!”

Affectionately he walked behind her, and began massaging her tight, aching shoulders. 

“I’ll bet now you are ready to be untied now?” he asked softly.

Molly shook her head.

“Come on Molly,” he argued.  “We have to go to work tomorrow.”

Again she shook her head, stamping her foot on the floor for emphasis.

Twice she stamped, pausing, then four more times.

“No need to get angry and go stomping around, honey” he scolded.

The faintest, muffled sigh of frustration escaped from the muffling cloths enveloping her face.  She stomped twice, paused, then four times.

“Are you trying to tell me something?”

She nodded.   Two stomps, a pause, then four more.

“Two?” he asked, “and four?”

She nodded.

“Two…four.”

A nod.

“Two four…two four………twenty four?”

A vigorous nod, and she quickly turned her back to him, and wiggled her almost numb fingers.

“You want me to not untie you for twenty four hours?”

A decisive nod.

Nor un-gag you?”

Nod.

“This is your last chance…..you are sure about this?”

Nod.

“Your party…….”

Ten minutes later she was roped into a stringent, taut ball-tie in the center of the family room floor.  Her legs were tied at ankles, below and above her knees…..he even tied her big toes together!  Her legs were doubled up, and tied with loops around her thighs and shins.  He neck was tied to her knees, and a rope lead from her ankles, up through her butt crack, and was tied tightly to the intersection of cords holding her hands helplessly hammerlocked high on her back.  Final cords circled her bound form, over her back, and under her legs, pulling her into a tightly compressed ball.

He left up upright, kneeling, face down to the floor.  It was almost as if she was bowing to him in worship.  She stayed like that for about fifteen minutes, then by gently rocking side to side she was finally able to topple over onto her hip and shoulder.  There she remained for the remainder of the noon game, the second game, the wrap-up show, and the Sunday night game.

Her bondage was complex, and the knots so tight that it took a full twenty minutes to release her.  She was hurting, tired, numb, hungry and thirsty; but she just lay there, unable and unwilling to move.  Every rope had left a deep, red gouge in her flesh.  The clothes swaddling her face were a soggy, clammy heap on the carpet.  Her lips were cracked and raw, and there were deep grooves in the corners of her mouth from the tightness of the gag.  Her face was red and irritated from having been bathed in sweat and saliva for so many hours.

She could barely straighten her legs after hours in the cramped ball-tie position, but with a groan she was able to stretch, and get wobbly to her feet.  Working her jaws, and rubbing her wrists she shuffled to the kitchen.  She was too tired to eat, but she thirstily drank a tall glass of orange juice.  Without saying a word she turned to the bedroom, and in a few moments he heard the toilet flush.

Still wearing the nightgown from the prior evening, dirty, slimy and with matted, dank hair she slipped into bed.  Matt joined her in a few minutes.  He thought she was already asleep, but reached out tentatively, and stroked her arm affectionately. 

“Mmmmmm”, she purred, wiggled herself against him. 

“Girls are such silly creatures……” she said.  “The only way to keep us quiet and out of trouble is to tie and gag us…..forever……”  

She slept.