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Gagged Slave II-----A Quiet Interlude
Matt awoke to the rays of the sun streaming into the bedroom. Careful to not disturb Molly he slid from the bed. After using the bathroom he slipped into a tee shirt and athletic shorts, and quietly left for his normal 5 mile run in the morning.
When he returned it was after 9 AM, and Molly was still soundly asleep. She was a strong girl, but the prior evening’s events had taken a lot out of her. He decided to let her sleep as long as she wished. He puttered quietly around the house until just before noon, when she walked out of the bedroom.
“Hi,” she said sleepily.
“Good morning, Sunshine,” he replied. “How do you feel?”
“A little stiff, but great,” she smiled. “I had wonderful dreams last night”.
She sat naked at the table while Matt fixed lunch.
“Tell me about your dreams?” he asked, as he took a bite out of his sandwich.
Nine hours later, Molly was living that dream.
She was tied to the same hard, oak chair as before, but now she was wearing her nightgown and the chair was in the middle of the bedroom floor, facing the bed.
She wore a buttplug, smaller than the earlier one, but this one was equipped with a vibrator which plugged into the electric socket beside the bed. She also wore a soft rubber penis shaped dildo vibrator, which was wedged deeply inside her belly. It also was electrified. Her legs were bound tightly together at ankle, knee and thigh, which kept the dildo from slipping out of her juicy pussy, and she was tied firmly to the chair, keeping the buttplug in place also. Both vibrators featured a random pattern of no vibration, soft, medium and high vibration, and random times from 1 minute to 30 minutes.
The chair back was not too wide….narrower than Molly’s shoulders, which allowed Matt to bring her arms behind the chair with her forearms horizontal and her wrists tied in the center of her back. Her upper arms were tied to the rungs of the chair, and ropes around her torso and the chair, above and below her breasts held her firmly in place. She had been ordered to exhale before these ropes were tightened, so that they bit into her chest every time the helpless girl tried to take a breath.
Prior to binding his wife, Matt had placed a dental device used to hold a patient’s mouth open during surgery on Molly. He had ordered her to open as wide as she could, and he had used his strength and the leverage of the hinged device to pry her oral cavity open even further before locking it. That was 30 minutes ago, and in that time Molly’s jaw muscles had adapted to even that degree of uncomfortable stretching. Now, after finishing binding her to the chair, Matt had coaxed another fraction of an inch out of her jaw, leaving her tongue lolling in her month and helplessly drooling between stretched lips.
Earlier, after Molly had explained her dreams, Matt had left her to do household chores, and went to out shopping for cloths with two specific properties. The first was a synthetic fabric which was inherently slippery, and the second was an absorbent diaper material whose fibers swelled when they absorbed liquid. These now became the basis of Molly’s gag.
Two pieces of the absorbent cloth were folded tightly 3 times and shoved firmly behind her teeth into each of her cheeks. A large square of the slippery cloth was folded into the familiar cone shaped triangle, dampened, and rubbed with a fragrant sticky-sweet soap. It was then wedged between the cloths in each of Molly’s cheeks, pushed up against the roof of her month, then shoved as far back in her throat as possible.
“Errrkkkkk!” she gasped. “Bloouuuurrrrgggghhhh! She retched as the slippery intruder hit the sensitive back of her throat and triggered her gag reflex.
“Get control of yourself,” he said quietly.
Patiently he waited while Molly’s throat spasms diminished and finally stopped.
“OK?” he asked.
Her eyes were watering, and snot dribbled out of her left nostril, but she nodded.
Taking a large square of the absorbent cloth he rolled a tube, then tied a large, spongy knot in the center. Even jacked open by the dental device, the knot was much larger than her gaping mouth. He reached side her mouth, making sure that each of the three cloths were pushed out, up and back as far as possible to leave room for the rest of her gag. He compressed the knot with his fingers as he wedged it into her mouth. Pushing down on her lower jaw, he rolled the knot over her bottom teeth. Compressing it from the sides with the fingers of both hands, he used his thumbs to push down on the top of the knot while working it past her upper teeth. Finally the knot compressed enough to ease behind her teeth, and into her gaping month. As it rolled into her month Molly’s tongue was held down, the cloths in her cheeks were pushed outward, and the slippery cloth was forced up and back.
Every single bit of space in Molly’s oral cavity was occupied by either stifling wadding or the huge knot. Molly snorted to clear the snot from her nose. Breathing through her mouth was impossible.
Matt’s next task was to remove the dental device. It was hard, but he was able to depress the knot just enough to free the device from her upper teeth. This slightly relieved the pressure, and Molly’s jaw relaxed very slightly. With the stress removed, he easily slipped the device from behind her lower teeth.
Molly tossed her head, and bit down on the huge knot in her mouth, but off course it was much too large to spit out unaided. Walking behind his bound wife, Matt took the free ends of the knotted cloth and pulled them tight. Molly moaned softly as he took another tightening jerk, then knotted the gag tight. Any slack that had been created in her jaw when the dental device was released was now taken back by the extremely tight gag drawing the corners of her mouth back painfully. The blindfold, the kerchief cloth tied under her chin, and the folded cloth across her mouth, were all tied much the same as yesterday, but much, much tighter.
In very few moments the soap on the fabric deep inside her mouth began to work its mischief. Her body generated mucus and saliva to rid itself of the irritant. The slick film made the gagging pad slide deeper into the woman’s throat. The saliva began to soak the absorbent cloths, and they began to swell even larger. There was no way for the pressure of the increased size of the gag to dissipate. The knot, and the other cloths binding her face were too tight, too secure. Her gag continued to be come chokingly larger, tighter, and more difficult to endure.
Roger took two large, silk designer scarves from Molly’s chest of drawers. The larger of these, a very colorful paisley print, was draped over Molly’s head. The other was folded into a roll, then used to tie the draped scarf around her neck, creating another layer of stifling cloth over the girl’s face. Breathing through her nose, Matt could see the cloth rise and fall where it covered her nose as she drew in and expelled each breath. He could hear the soft whistle of air through her nostrils as she struggled to breathe.
Matt looked down at Molly’s chest heave as she struggled. Bending over beside her, he could hear faint gurgling, coughing sounds all but completely muffled by the gag. He gave her left nipple a sharp pinch through her nightgown. A high pitched whimper was almost stifled by the multiple layers of cloth.
For the final step, Matt took a length of cord, doubled it over itself, then fed the end back to make a loop, which he placed like a headband over the silk cloth covering the woman’s head. The end of the loop was at the back of her head, and Matt threaded those ends around Molly’s wrists behind the chair back, and then looped them back to the headband. Gently he took up slack, and pulled the loop taut. Molly’s bound wrists began to climb her back until they were between her shoulder blades, and her head began to tilt back until her blind eyes were pointed straight up at the ceiling, with her hands drawn into a tight hammerlock within inches of her head.
“Sweet dreams, Honey.”
Matt turned out the light, and slipped into their bed. He lay with his hands behind his head on the pillow watching her bathed in the soft blue light from the clock radio.
He could see her breasts rising and falling with her breathing, and could barely hear her breath in and out through her nose. From six feet away he could hear no sound from inside the muffling layers of cloth. Eventually he fell peacefully asleep.
The helplessly bound of gagged world of Molly was not quite so tranquil.
Sitting on the hard, wooden chair with a prod up her ass and a huge dildo wedged inside her pussy was uncomfortable, but by far the least of her problems.
Her arms and shoulders ached after hours of tight, immobile confinement. She tried to stretch her back away from the chair, and gain some precious, small degree of movement, but all she could do was flutter her fingers helplessly.
Her neck had a sharp, painful crick from being bent back so sharply, she could feel the ropes bite into her chest every time she tried to take a deep breath.
All other discomforts were secondary however, to her gagged mouth and muffled face.
The gag had swollen to its maximum diameter, and the muscles of her jaw had passed beyond aching to the point of numbness. She continued to excrete saliva, but with her head tilted so far back, it all soaked the gagging cloths at the back of her throat, and then dribbled down her throat. The slippery, non-absorbant cone shaped triangle was made even more slippery by the soap, and Molly struggled every minute to push the huge plug with her tongue to keep it from slipping to the back of her throat. Despite her best efforts the cone continually made her retch as it touched her glottis, together with the choking discomfort caused by the steady trickle of water out of the saturated cloth and down her throat. There was a great deal of noise and commotion inside the gag. She coughed, gurgled, choked, retched, whimpered, swallowed, hummed and groaned, but Matt did not hear a sound.
Despite all the saliva at the back of her throat, the huge knot was dry, and Molly’s were parched and cracked at they stretched around the huge plug. The gag dug into the corners of her month from being tied so tightly, and the cloth covering the knot pressed her lips painfully against her front teeth. Her jaw was so numb that she didn’t even try to fight against the springy resilience of the huge knot.
Molly was dressed for bed in a pretty pastel cotton nightgown, but her stringent predicament allowed her to only drift in and out of a dozing sleep.
When she did sleep though, her dreams were wonderful!
Matt woke groggily, and glanced at the clock. It was 8:30. He had turned out the light at 10:30, so Molly had been stringently bound and gagged for 10 hours. Other than the rise and fall of her chest, Molly was motionless. He couldn’t tell if she was awake or asleep.
“Well,” he thought to himself, “We normally slept late on Sunday morning.” He rolled over and went back to sleep.
He woke up again needing to go to the bathroom. As he walked by his bound wife she moaned softly, and wiggled her head the slightest bit in his direction. When he returned it was after 11:00. He smiled to himself, recalling that 12 hours bound and gagged was one of her dreams.
Matt unknotted the rope holding her arms drawn up against her bend back head, and let out the tension of the binding. You could only hear Molly’s soft moan of relief if you had your ear right beside her gagged mouth.
He started to untie the knot in the silk scarf around her neck as the first step to removing her gag.
Molly’s sharp scream penetrated the gag, and she between to shake her head violently from side to side.
“NNNNNNNUHHHH HHHHHNNNHHHH!”
Surprised, Matt bent down beside her.
“Don’t you want your gag removed, honey?” he asked.
She shook her silk and cloth enwrapped head negatively.
“Are you sure? he asked again. “You have been gagged a very long time.”
She nodded most emphatically.
“Do you want to be untied?”
Molly cocked her head, then began to flutter he toes, and wiggle her legs as much as her bondage allowed.
“Your legs?”
She nodded.
“Arms?”
She shook her head.
“You want me to untie your legs, but leave your arms bound?”
She nodded.
“…..and untie you from the chair?”
Another nod.
A flash if insight hit him, “You want to go to the bathroom?!”
A nod, and a soft sigh of relief.
Quickly he untied his wife’s legs, and after a night bound to the chair he helped her get shakily to her feet. He took her by her tightly tied arms, and let her to the bathroom. Completely blind and tightly gagged, he led her to the bathroom, guided to the toilet, and helped her sit.
“Done?” he asked after a few minutes. She nodded yes, and to her total embarrassment he wiped her ass for her, flushed the toilet, and helped her to her feet.
Matt watched as Molly shuffled tentatively toward the door back to the bedroom. Like most married couples, she had gotten up during the night to use the bathroom many times without turning on a light to avoid waking her husband. Even without arms, she was able to feel her way to the bed.
“Need some sleep?” he asked.
Molly nodded silently. It had been hard to sleep so tightly bound, gagged, and looking straight up at the ceiling. She was tired, and desperately craved sleep despite the tight, stifling gag. Matt drew back the covers, and helped his wife to lie down. He straightened out her nightgown, and pulled the covers up to her neck. Bending down, he kissed the little bump in the cloth that was her nose. She whimpered softly. Matt stood back, watching the cloth rise and fall softly as her breathing became more regular. She was asleep in moments. He decided to let her stay in bed for as long as she wished.
Several hours later Matt was sitting in his easy chair watching sports when he heard the toilet flush.
Quickly he stood, and hurried to the bedroom, just in time to find his wife blindly shuffling out of the bathroom.
“Hi Babe,” he greeted. “How are ya’ feeling?”
Molly shrugged her shoulders, and nodded her cloth shrouded head.
“How did you flush the toilet?” he asked, noting that her hands were still bound tightly between her shoulder blades on her upper back.
In response she lifted a leg, and wiggled her toes.
“You flushed with your foot!” he exclaimed. “What a clever girl!”
Affectionately he walked behind her, and began massaging her tight, aching shoulders.
“I’ll bet now you are ready to be untied now?” he asked softly.
Molly shook her head.
“Come on Molly,” he argued. “We have to go to work tomorrow.”
Again she shook her head, stamping her foot on the floor for emphasis.
Twice she stamped, pausing, then four more times.
“No need to get angry and go stomping around, honey” he scolded.
The faintest, muffled sigh of frustration escaped from the muffling cloths enveloping her face. She stomped twice, paused, then four times.
“Are you trying to tell me something?”
She nodded. Two stomps, a pause, then four more.
“Two?” he asked, “and four?”
She nodded.
“Two…four.”
A nod.
“Two four…two four………twenty four?”
A vigorous nod, and she quickly turned her back to him, and wiggled her almost numb fingers.
“You want me to not untie you for twenty four hours?”
A decisive nod.
Nor un-gag you?”
Nod.
“This is your last chance…..you are sure about this?”
Nod.
“Your party…….”
Ten minutes later she was roped into a stringent, taut ball-tie in the center of the family room floor. Her legs were tied at ankles, below and above her knees…..he even tied her big toes together! Her legs were doubled up, and tied with loops around her thighs and shins. He neck was tied to her knees, and a rope lead from her ankles, up through her butt crack, and was tied tightly to the intersection of cords holding her hands helplessly hammerlocked high on her back. Final cords circled her bound form, over her back, and under her legs, pulling her into a tightly compressed ball.
He left up upright, kneeling, face down to the floor. It was almost as if she was bowing to him in worship. She stayed like that for about fifteen minutes, then by gently rocking side to side she was finally able to topple over onto her hip and shoulder. There she remained for the remainder of the noon game, the second game, the wrap-up show, and the Sunday night game.
Her bondage was complex, and the knots so tight that it took a full twenty minutes to release her. She was hurting, tired, numb, hungry and thirsty; but she just lay there, unable and unwilling to move. Every rope had left a deep, red gouge in her flesh. The clothes swaddling her face were a soggy, clammy heap on the carpet. Her lips were cracked and raw, and there were deep grooves in the corners of her mouth from the tightness of the gag. Her face was red and irritated from having been bathed in sweat and saliva for so many hours.
She could barely straighten her legs after hours in the cramped ball-tie position, but with a groan she was able to stretch, and get wobbly to her feet. Working her jaws, and rubbing her wrists she shuffled to the kitchen. She was too tired to eat, but she thirstily drank a tall glass of orange juice. Without saying a word she turned to the bedroom, and in a few moments he heard the toilet flush.
Still wearing the nightgown from the prior evening, dirty, slimy and with matted, dank hair she slipped into bed. Matt joined her in a few minutes. He thought she was already asleep, but reached out tentatively, and stroked her arm affectionately.
“Mmmmmm”, she purred, wiggled herself against him.
“Girls are such silly creatures……” she said. “The only way to keep us quiet and out of trouble is to tie and gag us…..forever……”
She slept.
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