The corridor stretches endlessly ahead of Stephanie, but one guard behind her grabs her cuffed hands, signaling to stop - which she does silently. Their eyes are stern and relentless, their gait strong and determined, but not hurried. Short, tidy hair, subversion weapons hanging from their belts. These women are dressed in a light body armor, neat and uniform – like prison guards. She walks solemnly down that corridor, brightly lit with fluorescent lights in the ceiling, two women walking side by side behind her. It is unkempt and hangs partly in front of her eyes, a light, platinum blonde. Her skin is pale and radiant with youth, and her hair just above shoulder length. Above the shoulders from which that shirt hangs is an innocent face - big, blue eyes, a petit nose and small mouth. The sleeves of that shirt are short and don’t reach the girl’s elbows, which lead to dainty wrists that are bound behind her back with both a pair of shiny hinged cuffs, and a pair of thumb cuffs for added security. On the back, is printed what can be assumed is the girl’s name: Stephanie. On the front, over relatively small and unsupported breasts, more white words were printed, though entirely backwards and thus unreadable. Printed white letters on the hip of those shorts, to which they barely hang on, read “Property of Callisto InDe Facility.” Those delicate hips, are visible – along with an inch or two of navel – due to the equally baggy, though somewhat short, black T shirt that hangs from her shoulders. Thin legs are visible up to the knees, where a pair of slightly baggy, black shorts cover the rest. The chromed leg irons that produce that echoing sound hang from small, otherwise bare ankles. The gentle padding of bare feet on that smooth metal can be heard if listened for. In fact every ten or so minutes, I like to take off the gag they're wearing, joke around and chat, then put a different gag in.Echoing through endless, steel corridors, the sound of chains as they’re dragged across the cold floor. I do not like to wear a gag for more than an hour or less at a time, the same for those who surrender themselves to my care. Frankly I prefer a smaller ball with a cloth stuffing if a ball must be used.ģ. Wearing too big of ball gag, seriously harms the jaw, felt achy for two days. It is hard to find ones that don't have a built-in ball or faux-penis stuffing.Ģ. I have a new favorite, never thought i'd be into leather panel gags, but the ones with just the leather strap and panel pad seem so authentic. I have got say that its moments like these that make me thankful that I require people who tie me to have experience being tied lol, then you don't get surprises like the soapy stuffing debacle.ġ. I immediately spat it out and was just gagging and coughing uncontrollably. Worst tasting gag probably would have to be with a date i had a couple years ago, when we met up for our bondage games he gagged me with a washcloth, but that washcloth was used so i tasted soapy. He only removed the muzzle and took 2 of the socks out for the ~30 seconds it took to force-feed me a protein shake and a splash of piss every 12 hours or so. If tiny breaks count, then my longest was about 72 hours with 4 of a dom's (filthy) socks and a leather muzzle. I tried to use them as heavily as I could but I'm not one who sweats much, haha. The longest I've been gagged without any breaks whatsoever was a 24-hour stint with 4 of my own moderately-used socks sealed in with duct tape. Again, I'd spent the last month begging him to make them as nasty as possible.ģ. Mummified my entire head with duct tape crisscrossing every which way. Probably the objectively "worst" tasting one would be a time a dom took 4 of his used socks, soaked them in piss, and sealed them in my mouth with lots and lots of duct tape. Used a leather muzzle to seal it all in.Ģ. I repeatedly asked him to make sure both were as heavily used as possible, and he definitely followed through. My top favorite would have to be one time my dom used a pair of his socks topped off by a pair of his briefs. My favorites are the worst and most uncomfortable, haha.
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