The Gagged Girl: 2021

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Wearing black panties, black heels, a black tie loosely knotted on my neck, over my cleavage, no blouse or bra. Hair is pulled back in a bun. Wearing sunglasses. Red lipstick.

Soon, my ankles will be tied together with ropes, as will my knees and thighs. Between my thighs and secured by a crotch rope, and pressing against me on the high setting will be this:

My hands will be cuffed behind me. Metal. Keys are on the table. There will be nipple clamps on my already hard nips, nice and tight.

In my little mouth, spreading my lips, will be my well-chewed ballgag. Straps so tight on me...crushing my cheeks, ball past my teeth...drooling within minutes...

The hitachi will be pressed on me, making me writhe, moan and whimper..building that tightness in my body, waves of pleasure becoming unbearable, making me beg for the orgasm...only to do it over and over for as many times as I can....

And all the while,doing it front of a window, overlooking downtown Baltimore...not knowing who will see me, watch me be dirty and slutty, being some unknown person's fantasy victim...

(yes, that's my bedroom window)

Starting at 9:15, going as long as I can....and yes...the door is unlocked....

Hopefully, some gentleman demon or vicious villainess will find me....

...mmmppphhh....

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I walked outside of the restaurant, tired and smelling like garlic. The cool air of the night felt very nice; I had just spend eight hours in a cramped kitchen in high heat. In essence...I was a mess.

My khakis were stained from a million splashes of sauces and oil. My black polo hid a lot of the same wear and tear and underneath...I was hot and desperately wanted to take a shower. I was sure my short, brown hair was matted under the black cap I had to wear as part of the uniform.

I had no make-up on. Just a short woman slowly making her way to her car. Half wanting to sleep and half wanting to go to sleep with someone in my bed.

But when you look like this for most of the week and the hours I keep, it's hard to find someone. And finding someone who likes the idea of tying said messy girl up and making her do all sorts of bad girl things...well, that's practically impossible.

Even being a submissive for Sir and Mistress...I still have to clean up. I become their doll. When I am summoned to the apartment, there is usually an outfit to be worn...the demand of showering and being made up.

My phone buzzed. The text message was from Mistress and very simple. I was summoned. I took a deep breath, closed my eyes and exhaled. I was tired, but I always obeyed the summons. Even exhausted, I still got to enjoy the ropes, the gags, the pain and the pleasure when I was allowed it.

I opened my eyes and walked to the parking garage. I walked up to the third floor where my car was. As I reached the landing, I could hear foot steps coming down from above. It was a bit creepy because the landing had just one flickering light and it was already 1am. I pushed the door open started to step out...

The gloved hand slapped over my mouth. I was too surprised to scream, but it would've been muffled anyway. The hand gagging me was strong and firm. The smell of leather from the glove was over-powering. My head was pulled back, the palm smashing my lips, fingers pressing painfully into my cheeks.

One of my arms was pinned into the small of my back. As my wrist was twisted, I whimpered and stumbled. My other hand was trying to pull the glove off of my face so I could scream for help. I was panicking so I only managed to slap at the hand and arm.

I was dragged back into the flickering landing. Then pressed up against the wall hard enough to shock me. I blinked at the coldness of the wall on my face and too late realized that now both wrists were behind my back.

"No, no, no...please...stop, please, please..."

But I was whimpering it out, no one would hear me. And I gasped as the cold handcuffs were slapped onto my wrists. The clicks were loud as they cinched down, biting into my skin. And a small part of me wanted the glove back over my mouth....

The knot slipped into my little mouth. The gag was a knotted scarf. The know slid pas my teeth and over my tiny, pink tongue. As it was being tied off in the back, the scarf pushed painfully into my cheeks, a prefect cleave gag.

I was spun around and shoved back against the wall. It was all happening too fast for me to react. My polo was jerked out of my pants and up. Showing my very plain bra and stomach. I begged into the gag, sounds muffled and hard to understand.

A gloved hand reached forward and as I looked down, it ripped the bra right off of me. I let out a squeel of fear and little bit of pain; it hurt getting ripped off.

The gloves savagely kneaded my breasts. Hard, I knew I would have bruises. My nipples were twisted and I tried to get away, I really did but I kept getting shoved back into the wall.

And then I smelled the perfume: jasmine.

I stopped and actually looked up. Looked at the person attacking me. Hurting me. Wanting me. And it was Mistress.

She was in all black. Leather jacket, kid gloves, long-sleeved tee, jeans and for once...boots that didn't have heels...

Her blonde hair was up in a ponytail. Blue eyes blazing. Her casual and cruel smile. Red lips that I always want on me so badly.

She came in close to me. One hand still working my breasts, the other pushing my cuffed writs upwards, slowly hurting me.

Snarling in my ear, "You know you want it...right you fucking bitch? Yeah...little sluts like you always want it like this..."

I closed my eyes as she pinched my nipple, a slow and low moan coming from me, "I want to hurt you. I want to mark you. I want you to beg me to stop. I want your tears on your cheeks..."

She pulled her face away from my ear and her cheek slid along mine. She turned her head so she could get under the bill of my cap. I closed my eyes and as my knees grew weak, I started to slip into subspace.

As I felt her skin on my cheek, the smell of her perfume, my mind knew she was right. I did like it. I did want it. I am her little slut....

She traced the tip of her tongue over my gagged lips. Slipping over, a light touch, just enough to make my lips quiver and want more. Over and over and over as her hand became more gentle with my nipples. Until finally, she slipped her tongue in over the knot and into my small mouth.

I found myself panting. Whimpering. Being greedy. Wanting and wanting and wanting. Her warm tongue flicking around in me, my own pink tongue trapped under the gag, being forced to let her work me over...

She pulled away and I pouted. More. I want more. Let me be your little slut, let me have your tongue, your lips...and my face grew red because I wanted her to take me right there, on that landing...I was so wet...

She reached behind me with a key and undid the cuffs. She gently brought them forward, massaging them. I looked up into her face, the gag still tight in my mouth. And something clicked in my throat. She so beautiful. Always beautiful.

Perfect red lips. Perfectly made up. Such clear, blue eyes The smell of jasmine. Hair I want to run my hands through for the rest of time. And then there was me...

Stupid, short, little me. In my messy work uniform, no make up, smelling like garlic, always smelling like garlic, and-

She sucked on my fore finger.

Slow and deliberate. She slowly closed her eyes. Her cheeks drawn inward, pressure on my finger, her tongue swirling around and around and around...

She opened her eyes. Slowly, like a cat. Finger still in her mouth, staring right into my eyes, right into me. She went to the net finger. And the next. And the next...

Once done, she undid my gag. Let the scarf fall down. The smile on her face was sweet, not cruel. She whispered, "I do want you helpless. I do want to hurt you and make you cry. I do want to own you..."

She took my cap off, sniffed the bill for a moment, "And I do...love how you smell...how you taste..."

Her kiss was so deep that I almost fainted. I went limp and she caught me. Held me. Tightly against her. Hand in my cap-matted hair as I tried not to cry.

I wasn't going to sleep alone.