Gag of the Month
The Gag – My First Gag:
It has been prepared. I'm waiting. Can't do anything but wait. What did she have in mind for me? I'm waiting in breathless antisipation. Can do nothing but. I'm securely strapped into my possition. In a way, it is exciting. A part of what I'm doing her.
Would you expect? She soon present the gag before me. Showing it off, for me. Letting me see it before slipping it on. Was that to scare me, or to let me know what it was? No matter. I'm going to wear it. Something I had been looking forwards to. Since before I really did know it, myself. These things, you onmly realise, later.
Now I knew. I'm to wear my first gag. This looks just about as good as any. Neither a bit, nor a ball gag, though. Maybe I had expected one of these? Could be because these are the once most common. At least where I live. I knew there are other gags. Had heared about them. Mainly, mostly, in the passing. Mentioned, named, but not really explained.
Had no idea what it was to wear either of them. Now I will. I see her holding the gag before me. At first, it would almost look as if it had been a simple leather strap. Only thicker, and much more shiny. That part I love. A whole was cut out of the strap, where my mouth is. The gag looks as if it would be, roughtly five inches wide. In that case, it would cover my nose as well, I pondered.
As she moved forwards towards me, I could see she was holding it out. Unfasting it, before placing it over my face. Sure, it did easily cover my mouth, and my nose as well. Slowly it cover my skin. Cold at first, then warm.
Something slipping in between my lips, further, and in between my teeth too. Now she is fastening it behind my neck. Such a tight fit, yet, I can barely feel it after but a short moment. In minutes, I almost forgot I'm wearing it. Even though, it is holding my mouth wide open. As wide as it goes. I could have swarn, it is wider then I ever tried to open my mouth, as a matter of fact.
Only with my mouth wide open, I can't utter the words. I can breath, but not speak. Strange thing, it's as if I had a muzzle, short, but still. It certainly is a muzzle. Not quite the dog, neither quite the pony. Somewhere in between, yet neither.
Would you expect? She soon present the gag before me. Showing it off, for me. Letting me see it before slipping it on. Was that to scare me, or to let me know what it was? No matter. I'm going to wear it. Something I had been looking forwards to. Since before I really did know it, myself. These things, you onmly realise, later.
Now I knew. I'm to wear my first gag. This looks just about as good as any. Neither a bit, nor a ball gag, though. Maybe I had expected one of these? Could be because these are the once most common. At least where I live. I knew there are other gags. Had heared about them. Mainly, mostly, in the passing. Mentioned, named, but not really explained.
Had no idea what it was to wear either of them. Now I will. I see her holding the gag before me. At first, it would almost look as if it had been a simple leather strap. Only thicker, and much more shiny. That part I love. A whole was cut out of the strap, where my mouth is. The gag looks as if it would be, roughtly five inches wide. In that case, it would cover my nose as well, I pondered.
As she moved forwards towards me, I could see she was holding it out. Unfasting it, before placing it over my face. Sure, it did easily cover my mouth, and my nose as well. Slowly it cover my skin. Cold at first, then warm.
Something slipping in between my lips, further, and in between my teeth too. Now she is fastening it behind my neck. Such a tight fit, yet, I can barely feel it after but a short moment. In minutes, I almost forgot I'm wearing it. Even though, it is holding my mouth wide open. As wide as it goes. I could have swarn, it is wider then I ever tried to open my mouth, as a matter of fact.
Only with my mouth wide open, I can't utter the words. I can breath, but not speak. Strange thing, it's as if I had a muzzle, short, but still. It certainly is a muzzle. Not quite the dog, neither quite the pony. Somewhere in between, yet neither.