First time gagged (M/F)
Posted: Sat Oct 29, 2022 10:48 am
It is odd to think now there was a time I had never been gagged. Now bondage isn’t bondage without a good gag.
He was still mostly,dressed. I, by contrast, was wearing black leggings and topless, my top, bra and socks lay on the floor. My hands were tied behind my back and elbows bound into a sort of basic chest harness. He was tying my ankles together and I began to ask him why he hadn’t stripped my bottom half. He replied by saying “you talk too much.” And pushing one of my socks into my mouth. He then tied it in place with a scarf tied between my teeth; I was going to discover this was called a cleve gag with stuffing. Up to this my experience of gags had been in films and TV where someone is silenced by a scarf over their mouth or a 3” strip of tape. Unlike those this was effective?
He sat on my knees. “Can you hum “ Rule Britannia” ?” He asked.
“Mmmmmmm. Mmm mmm mmmm”
“Can you click your fingers?”
CLICK, CLICK.
“OK. If you want me to stop do one of those and I’ll take the gag out, see what’s wrong.”
He began to squeeze my boobs, pinch and flick the nipples, then used a scarf to blindfold me. He tied my knees and played with my feet. I’m not very ticklish but there is one part of my feet that makes me squirm. A warm wet tongue between my toes, or on that pit of my toes between the pads of my toes and balls of my feet.
Eventually he put me over m his knee, pulled my leggings and knickers down and gave me a good hard spanking. I didn’t have to use my safe signs ( I’ve never had to use a safe word with him).
I learned two things that day: 1. Being gagged is lots of fun. 2. Being tied up and Having to sit or get spanked with your knickers and clothes down round your knees is far more humiliating than being tied up naked
He was still mostly,dressed. I, by contrast, was wearing black leggings and topless, my top, bra and socks lay on the floor. My hands were tied behind my back and elbows bound into a sort of basic chest harness. He was tying my ankles together and I began to ask him why he hadn’t stripped my bottom half. He replied by saying “you talk too much.” And pushing one of my socks into my mouth. He then tied it in place with a scarf tied between my teeth; I was going to discover this was called a cleve gag with stuffing. Up to this my experience of gags had been in films and TV where someone is silenced by a scarf over their mouth or a 3” strip of tape. Unlike those this was effective?
He sat on my knees. “Can you hum “ Rule Britannia” ?” He asked.
“Mmmmmmm. Mmm mmm mmmm”
“Can you click your fingers?”
CLICK, CLICK.
“OK. If you want me to stop do one of those and I’ll take the gag out, see what’s wrong.”
He began to squeeze my boobs, pinch and flick the nipples, then used a scarf to blindfold me. He tied my knees and played with my feet. I’m not very ticklish but there is one part of my feet that makes me squirm. A warm wet tongue between my toes, or on that pit of my toes between the pads of my toes and balls of my feet.
Eventually he put me over m his knee, pulled my leggings and knickers down and gave me a good hard spanking. I didn’t have to use my safe signs ( I’ve never had to use a safe word with him).
I learned two things that day: 1. Being gagged is lots of fun. 2. Being tied up and Having to sit or get spanked with your knickers and clothes down round your knees is far more humiliating than being tied up naked