I made my first ballgag at 11, using a roller skate strap and a sponge rubber doggie ball. Unfortunately --sighs-- I never got to use it on anyone other than myself. If only I hadn't been so shy (and if only I knew *then* what I know *now*)
I enjoy writing (can you tell?) and I'm also a real life Dominant. I enjoy online and RL teaching and training in self-bondage, bondage and D/s. I also enjoy horses (riding them; watch those dirty minds out there! --winks--) and reading, especially fantasy and science fiction.
Tiny nostrils of a cute little pert snub nose-crowned with the most delicate frosting of golden freckles-flared, breath panting through them. She was sweaty, her mostly bare body lightly slicked with the sheen of perspiration, her normally porcelain skin (which, by the end of summer, would turn to a deep golden bronze) softly glowed from struggling.
Her nose itched, too; it wrinkled as she tried wriggling it to ease the itching. That didn't work, not at all. She fussed and grumbled, her frustrated complaints muffled into soft burrs. Her soft smooth cheeks were flushed from exertion, puffed out and pouched from the Kelly green knee sock pulling against the corners of full pouty lips, as well as from the tightly rolled up white cotton ankle sock secured within her small mouth. Stray strands and ringlets of silky auburn coppery tresses were stuck to her damp forehead and cheeks, and those, too, were itchy and annoying. But there wasn't anything she could do about that, or her still-itchy nose. For, try as she might-and she had been mightily struggling-her little hands and slender arms were still firmly bound behind her.
It was the most incredible feeling, unlike anything she'd felt before, or could have imagined. Nothing at all like when her playmates had tied her, using jump ropes. For one thing, the jump ropes had never truly been all that tight, and had been very easy to wriggle out of after only a few minutes effort. For another, the jump rope cords were small and round, they pressed differently then what she was feeling now.
The socks had been stretched just far enough to leave a little bit of elastic slack in them. Enough, so that they gave a little, but nowhere *near* enough to be useful. They also were much wider then the jump ropes were, they covered a wider area and so didn't dig in like the cords did. However, that also meant they *held* heaps better then the jump ropes had and, no matter how fiercely Katie had struggled and squirmed, shifted and wriggled, not a one had shifted or budged the slightest. And, although she could sense where the knots were placed, no matter how she twisted, her tiny fingers couldn't reach a single one.
The same went for the gag. She'd been feeling quite daringly naughty when she'd gagged herself, and clearly remembered her disappointment at how poor that had worked. Well, now she knew what a *real* gag felt like and, although it was still the same socks in, and covering, her small mouth, somehow she wasn't really noticing the taste of wool this time! She'd tried pushing the rolled up sock in her mouth out with her tiny pink moist tongue but it wouldn't budge. She could feel it pressing against the outer socks, and knew that unless she moved them first, she wouldn't be able to push anything out. So she tried rubbing her cheek against her shoulders, then against the soft cotton sheets, trying to coax the out socks off. But they never moved.
For the very first time ever, little Katie was feeling what it was like, to be truly tied and helpless. Utterly and completely. And, although she was still *very* nervous about being found having tied herself, and at Daddy then tying her much better, she felt absolutely safe. Oh, yes, she worried that she might be scolded, or punished and spanked for what she'd done. But she still felt *safe*. She intuitively knew that, had she been tied like this during one of her games, by now she'd have been scared. It wasn't that she didn't trust her playmates. But she wouldn't have felt safe at all being this helpless outside, as part of a game.
Her smooth, flawless skin-usually fair and milky, a light dusting of freckles across pert nose, smooth cheeks and small shoulders-lightly goosebumped, little bumps racing up slender bare legs and arms, as the warm air against her flushed damp skin felt chill. Her heart still pounded, and beneath every binding she could feel her pulse lightly throb. Somehow that made the ties feel even better. Her nose still itched, though, and more muffled grumbles could be heard as Katie tried scrubbing her nose against the sheets. Her pillow was just a little bit above her, so she began squirming upwards towards it, to use that to rub against. Shivery tingles raced through her as her bare chest and tummy slithered against the soft silky cotton sheets, her nippies felt odd, too, as they grazed along the fabric.
Finally reaching the pillow, Katie buried her head against it and rubbed for all she was worth, finally sighing in contentment as the itch was eased. She then used the pillow to push back most of the stray strands of hair glued to her face, then rested her puffed cheek against the soft pillow, and closed her eyes for a moment, to rest before she tried again to get free. Her last thought before she drifted into a drowse, was the realization that, unless Daddy or Mommy untied her, she wasn't never *ever* gonna get free . . . and how *wonderful* that felt!
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