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A little pic from that night...

The Drool Apology (story)

The room, as always, is almost bare. You have only the one light on; a single light bulb hanging down from the ceiling. It creates a very small circle of dim light, and in it is a large, dark pillow. You have me kneeling on it.

The rest of the room is dark. I can see, but only to a point where it goes to black. The hardwood floor would be cold if it wasn't for the pillow. I can't see the walls now, but during the day I can see how you have them painted a very cold gray color. But tonight, I can only see a little bit of Baltimore's light coming through the windows to my left. It doesn't show much. I hear more than see the rain hitting the windows.

Just outside of the circle of light, I can see the camera. The tripod is at its lowest setting, pointing up at me, at my face. The red light is on. It's been on for thirty minutes now, I think. My arms are very tired.

I put on the outfit you laid out for me. The box the outfit came in was sitting on the sofa when I let myself in. I read your little note and put on the garments: black lace bra and panties, black stockings, black heels, a very dark lavender slip.

I had turned on the camera and finished the rest of your instructions. I leaned down and put on the heavy leather ankle cuffs, a small chain connecting them. I had opened my tiny mouth as much as I could. You wanted me to wear the large, black ball gag tonight.

The ball stretched my mouth as I pulled the straps back, the ball pushing past my teeth, I buckled the straps in back, tightly, the same with the chin straps...the ball firmly in my mouth, stretching my lips...uncomfortable and the message was clear; I am to suffer.

The wrist cuffs were dangling in front of me, hanging by a chain coming down from an eyehook. Tiny padlocks on each cuff but no keys. You are controlling me tonight. I snap the padlocks into place, locking myself in.

I drop down slowly, knowing the camera will eventually see my gagged face. As I lower down to the pillow, bending my knees, my hands seem to be pulled up. By the time I am kneeling, my wrists are high above me, my arms stretched as far as they can go. I let my head hang forward as I look into the lens of the camera.

That was thirty minutes ago, give or take.

My arms are straining. I try not to move, it seems that when I do I either put more weight on my arms or strain them even more. They're tired now. I'm hoping you come back soon and give me some relief.

My mouth is also sore. My jaw is feels like my arms, all strained and sore. The ball fills my mouth, pressing down on my tiny, pink tongue and pushing against the roof my mouth. I whimper a little.

The door opens and while light pours in, I can only see your shadow, I hear you walk closer. You stop just behind the camera. I hear something swish in the air. Then you step forward and to my right, I look up at you with pleading eyes; I'mso sore.

"You haven't drooled yet."

I shake my head and give you a "I'm sorry" look.

"You know that's a live feed, right? They want you to drool."

I look back down at the camera, pleading with my eyes, apologizing with them, wondering who is watching and if they even care about my silent apologies.

"Such a bad girl."

I feel the crop you've been holding under my chin. The leather whispers under my chin and up one cheek.

"Tell them you're sorry."

Looking into the camera, the crop slowly sliding away, "Ahhmssmmrrry..."

As soon as I give my gagged apology to the watchers, I feel it. It's warm and and it trickles from the top of the ball. In a small, quicksilver movement it tickles my lower lip and then slips right over my chin. A nice, long, un-breaking silver line of drool dropping to the floor with a plop.

You've moved behind me. You use the crop to lift the slip up and off my bottom
and caress each cheek in small circles with the crop. I close my eyes and make a small noise...more drool.

"I'm going to hurt you now. And each time I hit you, you will apologize to all the people watching you. Starting...now."

The sharp sting makes me squeal and then moan, throwing my head up a little, closing my eyes. When I open them, breathing a little heavier, ""Ahhmssmmrrry..."

More drool.

SMACK!

"Ahhmssmmrrry..."

More drool.

SMACK!

"Ahhmssmmrrry..."

You aren't stopping. My bottom is stinging. I'm screaming my gagged apologies. I haven't cried yet, but I will. And the drool...

It just cascades down over my chin. From the top of the ball or from under it, the drool just keeps coming as I moan, as I breathe, as I scream into the gag. My chin and lips are slick and drowning in my drool.

I'm getting messy. The pain sears, the drool flows, my eyes are half-lidded as I scream myself into subspace. Not caring, wanting to be messy for everyone, to be dirty, to be nasty, to be punished, body jerking with each strike, screaming, pushing the drool out of my mouth, knowing that there are people who are watching me, watching me degrade, enjoying my humiliation, forcing me to be bad, watching me get more messier, making me their fantasy...their helpless, submissive, pain-induced fantasy-victim...knowing they will be reaching a climax while watching me and I. Just. Can't. Stop. Drooling.

You strike me again and my scream falls into a moan. Chest heaving, drool all over me, the red light of the camera, another thick line of drool falling and hitting my knees...

Please, baby, oh please, please, pleasepleasepleasePLEASE...make me cum, baby...please....

And then you lean into my ear, I can almost feel the evil grin on your face, "I'm going to leave you now. I want you to apologize. I want you to beg them. I'll be back in thirty minutes."

I look back to the camera and beg. I apologize. I ache. My mouth aches, my arms aches. My stomach is tight, my panties feel uncomfortable and wet. I beg. And when I hear the lock on the door click, that's when the first tear slides down my face as I whimper out another "sorry"....oh, god, I need it from you so badly baby, come back, oh please come back...

"Ahhmssmmrrry..."

And the drool doesn't stop....