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My First Time With A Ball Gag
A fantasy play time scenario
The ball gag in my mouth reminds me of the wager I lost. It was his request I had to follow. My jaw muscles stretch over the rounded plastic. The plastic tastes like I’m sucking on table tennis ball. Spittle threatens to slide down my chin. I swallow to stop its accent down my skin. My legs tuck underneath my body like a female Sphinx. Handcuffs glimmer on the coffee table. They sit next to the black recliner I kneel in front of.
He walks a circle around my body. I make sure not to flinch or show him my trepidation. I’m used to being handcuffed, flogged, and nipple clamps placed on sensitive tits just to name a few devious games we have. But, taking away my voice is something that both turns me on and frustrates me.
My hands clasp on top of my thick thighs. I notice how I open and clothes my hands in a slow, calculated movement. He doesn’t reprimand me for my nervous movement.
If there’s anything I love to do more than anything it’s to shit talk. Even as a Switch woman I have a fierceness to my submission. His hands trace the outlines of my broad shoulders.
He scoops my hair growing in a cascade against my collarbones. He pushes the locks to the right side of my neck. I know he’s aware that my left side can be more sensitive to his kisses and…
