Friday, May 31, 2013

the ball gag

A ball gag entered His repertoire. It made an appearance on the bench one day when they met in the room. She had been trepidatious about the gag. She never liked the look of a gagged girl in the pictures she had seen. He had been guiding her through her submission and as she sank more deeply into it, allowing Him to peel back the layers of who she thought she might be, of who He knew she was. She handed Him more and more control over her.

He was very patient. He had found her by chance. She had wandered into his sphere, sitting quietly  watching the passing parade. She belonged to no one, was accountable to no man and had no experience in the life she needed to explore. She was naive and like a sparkling shiny new coin He would place her in His pocket taking her out when He wanted to warm Her in his hand, playing her in His fingers.

He stood near her calm and unmoving. She had politely thanked him as she declined.  He watched her over time as she sat quietly. He showed her His hand and patiently waited for her to come to Him and in time she came. He had waited patiently for this one. There was something in her manner that told Him she would be the right one for Him.

He remained firm and unswerving as he lead her through their journey. She was cautious and nervous. Her trepidation skirted fear and it took Him time to draw her absolute and unquestioning trust. He would wait to push some things, with others he had no tolerance for her hesitation and demanded compliance.

He placed the ball gag on the bench one day and her eyes passed and then caught on the black rubber ball. The shiny black leather straps with red stitching matched the collar she wore around her soft throat and the cuffs sported on her ankles and wrists. She realised at that moment that he had always planned this. He had owned the gag for as long as he had owned her leather, her body and now her mind. He possessed her. She knew that now. She was His and she trusted Him with everything inside her. She trusted His judgement. She trusted that she was His and He would keep her safe, this treasured possession of his.

As she knelt before Him, her wrist clasped to her ankles, He held the ball gag millimetres from her face.

"Open your mouth."

She complied as he had no doubt she would. She was nervous, she had never wanted to be gagged she had told Him in the beginning. It was something that she couldn't put a finger on. Why was she so adverse to the idea? Why were the pictures so unpleasant? She thought it humiliating as she considered more deeply. The drooling, the look. It looked silly she thought. It was humiliating to think of herself as one of those girls on a dog leash, or to serve an alcoholic beverage with a tray attached to her breasts, or to serve wine with a horses bit in her mouth. She hated those pictures, they repelled her and she hoped never to be required to submit to those activities.

In truth the girl liked to be the centre of attention and not some pretty but invisible ornament on the side of the action. She like to be that centre that pleased Him, giving Him pleasure, knowing His smile was because He admire her and her submission to Him, for Him. She knew she had a long way to travel in this journey and the ball gag was only the beginning of the next phase.

As she took the ball in her mouth, the taste and odour of the rubber reminded her of the smell of the small ball she used to throw to her dog when she was a child. She didn't know what she had expected but she was sure it wasn't a flood of memories from a much littler girl. She bowed her head as he reached from in front of her tightening the strapping and fastening the buckle at the back of her head. Her hair was fastened under the strapping. Immediately she felt saliva begin to pool behind the ball and any attempt to swallow it was difficult at best. The attempt to swallow consumed her. Thoughts of loss of control over a basic physiological function of her body, drooling from her gagged mouth and her loss of grace were not comfortable thoughts. Her attempts to swallow her shame were made more difficult by her inability to raise her head. Her head was not restrained by rope, chain, hand or word and still her head remained bowed. She was unable to lift her face to Him. She was unable to meet His gaze. She was humiliated, she was hiding her shame.

His finger hooked her chin and lifted her face. Her eyes remained downward.

"Beautiful," She heard Him say, "Just beautiful."

Her humiliation pooled at the corners of her mouth. Though she hoped for an end to this activity she was aware of the growing erotic pleasure running through the miniscule fibres that made her body sizzle. His hand traced her body, face and hair. His fingers slid between her slick lips testing her pleasure, tasting her heat.

Restrained, gagged, wet, with hard and lustful nipples and swollen lips, He made her scream. A muffled gagged scream of joy and need. She was His hot, seething, wet, drooling, sweated mess. Her grace retained for Him in her submission.

From then on when she came to the room she would beg Him for the ball and leather.

He would always grant her wish...if she begged nicely.



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