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.
Sasha nervously looked over her shoulder as best she could as she lay tightly bound on her tummy, watching the door close behind her aunt. Aunt Samantha had left, leaving Sasha alone in the theater room with Courtney. That wasn't necessarily a good thing at the best of times, as Courtney seemed to be getting increasingly imaginative and creative. This morning's experience, for instance, was still very vivid in Sasha's mind.
Now, however, Sasha was in even worse straits, for she was completely helpless, securely bound and unable to move . . . or resist, avoid or prevent anything that Courtney might choose to do. Her heart started pounding even faster; she lightly shivered in apprehensive dread. Especially as she wasn't as yet gagged, because one thing Sasha was very aware of was Courtney's fascination with gags, and somehow she didn't think Courtney was going to leave her ungagged for very long. She restlessly shifted on the floor, the bonds already feeling very confining, and her tummy already very achy and throbbing with tingling warmth.
Courtney just watched her slave for several minutes, tremendously excited at seeing her all tied up this way. It was so awesomely cool! There was no way she could tie her slave like this. Not yet, anyway, but she certainly intended learning how to do it! However, although she might not be able to tie her slave yet, there was most certainly something she did know how to do!
She'd already pre-selected the gag she intended using for this afternoon. When Mom had seen the one Courtney had chosen, she'd simply shook her head and chuckled, saying 'Poor little slave!' That had made Courtney grin quite broadly. Now Courtney picked it up from the table next to her where she'd earlier laid it, then hopped up and padded over to Twerp, kneeling at her head. "Open up," she ordered.
And it was an order, the tone unmistakably a command, and one that Courtney obviously and clearly expected to be immediately obeyed without question or hesitation.
Sasha swallowed, unable to fully stifle a little whine at that. She was already starting to feel uncomfortable and helpless (and extremely excited, too) in the bonds and really didn't want the added helplessness of a gag to go with that. Except . . . even while she didn't want that . . . she somehow did. For whatever reason, whenever she'd pictured being bound or restrained, additionally being gagged had been, and was part of, that image. And had been ever since that first day of illicit exploration. It didn't make sense to her; then again, a great many things didn't make clear sense to her.
Adding to her confusion was something she'd thought of before: it was one thing knowing you weren't supposed to do something and willingly choosing not to do it, and quite another having that ability -- and the option of choosing or not to chose -- taken from you even when you had no intention of doing it anyway.
She wasn't supposed to talk; that was the rule, and by now that rule had been graphically reinforced and demonstrated to her. There really was no way, short of a terrible emergency, that Sasha would speak up, no matter what happened (forgetting the times she'd pleaded -- just this very morning, in fact -- during her session over the punishment horse). So she'd be voluntarily quiet even without a gag.
But . . . with a gag . . .
She'd no longer have any choice about being silent, or not.
She looked imploringly up at Courtney, silently pleading with huge, expressive eyes, but found no mercy there. With another soft whine, Sasha slowly opened her mouth, as wide as she could. There was no point resisting; she knew by now, one way or another, that that gag would be put in, will-she or nil-she, and that any resistance would be fruitless.
And worse than simply pointless, as any attempt at resistance would most certainly earn her punishment, and considering her current straits that was something Sasha simply didn't want to contemplate.
She'd assumed it would be that penis gag, as Courtney seemed enamored of using that one. Or, if not that one, than the sponge ball and duct tape, which was another she seemed to like. However, this was a gag she'd never seen before. It was similar in design to the penis gag, in that the front was a rectangular band of black leather with two attached slender straps for fastening behind the head. And like the penis gag it had, as well, harness straps for going over the head and under the chin. However, rather than having a penis plug to fill her mouth, there was a soft, floppy looking, well . . . something. It sorta looked like a rather oddly molded heavy rubber balloon, shaped almost like a 'T', for lack of a better description.
It tasted rather weird, too, Sasha noticed, as it was slipped into her mouth. Rubbery and slick. It didn't go back very far in her mouth, and Sasha's tiny moist pink tongue played with it, trying to settle it better in place as Courtney started securing the attachment straps. The two going behind her head Courtney buckled quite snug, but the ones over her head and under her chin felt a little loose, as if they could easily have been tightened another hole, or even two. Sasha didn't know why they remained that loose, but she was starting to get a bad feeling about it. Especially since, after some surreptitious, judicial testing, this gag didn't seem anywhere near as muffling as the ball or penis had been.
Courtney carefully checked the gag straps before proceeding any further, making sure she'd done everything right. Only then did she reach back and bring out the rest of the gag, feeling a sharp jolting tingle as she saw and heard Twerp's reaction. Oh, it was very clear her slave had no idea what was about to happen, only that it didn't bode well for her! And that was awful exciting to Courtney, seeing her slave so helpless, seeing her so apprehensive and a touch fearful! And nothing she could do about anything that Courtney chose to do to her!
She held in her small hands a short, three-foot length of slender, black rubber hose. At one end was a small squeeze bulb, resembling that of a blood pressure cuff. At the other end of the hose was attached a narrow, hollow, steel inflation needle. Exactly the kind used to inflate soccer- or footballs. Courtney wet it with lips and tongue then, the tip of her tiny, moist pink tongue just sticking past small lips as she concentrated, she reached down to insert it into the front of the pump gag.
Sasha had no idea what purpose that contraption was for, and had no intention of finding out! She whipped her head back, whining as she did, and then started rolling her head back and forth. Anything to keep Courtney from continuing!
Rather than sharply scolding, or threatening her with punishment if she didn't hold still, or even cajoling and reassuring her, Courtney did something utterly unexpected. She reached down behind Sasha's head and simply grabbed the back of the head harness and Sasha's hair, firmly holding them both, pulling back until Sasha's head was tipped far back and held motionless.
A series of intense tingles coursed through her at that, feeling how effortlessly her little cousin had overpowered her. How easily she'd taken advantage of Sasha's utter helplessness!
There was nothing she could do now, other than helplessly watch, as Courtney carefully inserted that gleaming needle through the front of the gag, slipping it through the center of the rubber inflation valve there. "There!" Courtney exulted, finally releasing her slave's head and looking inordinately pleased . . . and extremely excited. So excited she literally was bouncing up and down on her little knees.
No sooner had Courtney let go of the gag harness then Sasha immediately started whipsawing her head back and forth, trying to dislodge the tube now affixed to the front. But the hose was too long, and Sasha bound too securely to have much room to move. She whined at her failure, and then whined even louder at Courtney's expression for, yet again, she realized her distress and fear were exciting to Courtney.
Her heart pounded terribly fast in her chest as she watched Courtney hold up the rubber bulb in one small hand . . . then gave it a slow little squeeze. Her entire little bound body shuddered as she felt the balloon thingie in her mouth twitch, and she suddenly understood what was happening. She'd presumed there was more to this gag than its simple appearance suggested, and it seemed her guess was right!
Sasha immediately closed her small mouth tight, pressing her little tongue firmly upwards, compressing the rubber balloon up against the roof of her mouth in an effort to keep it from expanding. Courtney either didn't notice her attempt, or else didn't care if she had. Either way, Sasha was dismayed to discover it made no difference at all. Courtney just kept slowly squeezing that rubber bulb . . . and that balloon thing in her mouth kept inexorably expanding.
Sasha repeatedly whined and whimpered; she continued struggling to keep her mouth closed, but nothing she did affected in any way what happened. The balloon kept growing, gradually expanding upwards and inwards and, as it did, her little jaws slowly started being forced apart. Several squeezes later and Sasha felt the chinstrap below, and the harness strap above, abruptly pull tight, and now she understood why Courtney had left them as loose as she had. It was to allow room for her mouth to be forced open!
And Courtney still kept squeezing, ignoring Sasha's whines and pleas, ignoring her struggles and squirms. The rear of the balloon, thankfully, only expanded a little bit more into the back of her mouth, going no deeper than the leather pear had. But as Courtney continued carefully squeezing, Sasha started trembling as she then felt the sides of the balloon start swelling.
There wasn't anything she could do, although Sasha valiantly -- if futilely -- tried. Relentlessly the sides of the balloon continued expanding and, now that her little jaws were wedged open and apart . . . they expanded between her gaped teeth, pressing against the insides of her cheeks!
By the time Courtney finally removed the inflation needle from the gag, Sasha's cheeks were puffed out like a chipmunk with a mouth full of nuts. Sasha violently shook her head back and forth, huge grass-green eyes enormously rounded as she vainly tried dislodging that swollen balloon inside her mouth. She knew it was a useless effort before she even started -- her experience with gags, by now, proof of that already -- but she couldn't seem to help herself. And as she struggled to do . . . something . . . about that gag, she could distinctly feel the coils and coils of rope that firmly secured her little body.
This gag was the worst ever! Sasha mentally whined. It filled her mouth very much like the sponge ball did but, unlike the sponge ball, that balloon expanded much, much more inside her mouth then the ball had ever done. It literally seemed to mold itself to the inner contours of her mouth, and that wasn't even taking into account what it did to her cheeks! Sasha gave a deep shudder, silently thanking whatever deity was responsible that at least the balloon didn't expand any deeper into her mouth then it had. As it was, it was bad enough; it completely filled everywhere it reached, it firmly held her small tongue to the floor of her mouth, and utterly prevented Sasha from swallowing. And unlike the sponge ball, the rubber was not at all porous or absorbent, and already Sasha's puffed out cheeks started brightly glowing as she felt her saliva start building inside.
Nor was there any hope of mercy or leniency from Courtney; Sasha could tell that the moment she pathetically stared up at her. For Courtney's expression was one of intense rapturous wonder. "Oh my!" she breathily exclaimed, her huge gray eyes sparkling and gleaming as she gazed down at her slave, all tightly bound and now also firmly pump gagged.
"Hhhrrhhhgghh!" Sasha jerked her head back, glaring up at Courtney as she lightly traced over Sasha's chipmunk-cheeks, softly giggling at how swollen and tight they felt. She twisted her tightly bound body to the side, away from Courtney and her fingers. Courtney just grinned down at her, still excitedly bouncing on her little knees, her wide eyes still sparkling and brilliantly gleaming. Sasha stifled a dismayed moan at that, for it was dreadfully obvious just how enchanted and excited Courtney was at having Sasha like this!
And then she blushed even deeper, suddenly realizing what she'd done by trying to roll away as she had: her entire front was now exposed to Courtney's sight. Courtney could now clearly see everything! Sasha's tightly puckered nipples, her wet pussy . . . everything!
And indeed Courtney was looking, and not bothering at all to hide that she was. Gleaming gray eyes slowly wandered their way from her slave's head to her toes, enjoying as well as appraising her slave's current state of excitement. Twerp gave another really cute and silly muffled squeal of embarrassed indignation then, wriggling like a worm, she rolled back onto her tummy.
That was just fine by Courtney, as she had plans for the rest of the afternoon anyway. Giving her slave a little pet on the butt Courtney finally stood back up then perched in her chair. Accompanied by several low, soft grunts she tugged each boot off, setting them side by side on the floor next to her chair, then stretched out lithe little bare legs, happily sighing as she wriggled tiny socked toes. Getting comfy in her chair she finally looked back down at her slave. "Listen up Twerp," she firmly stated. "I got something to explain to you."
Sasha nervously peeked up, wondering what else was gonna happen. And then her face turned mulish as Courtney continued.
"Feel free to struggle. You won't get punished if you do. You don't hafta just lie there," Courtney said. "And, if you manage to get anything untied, it stays untied. You won't get punished for getting something untied, and it doesn't get retied. Understand?"
Sasha just glared in reply. 'How nice!' she furiously thought. 'So she'd like to see me struggle, is that it? She'd get a kick out of seeing me fight and sweat to get untied? Well, fat chance of that!' she seethed. There was no way Sasha intended to play that game! No no! So, Courtney would find it amusing to see her 'slave' struggle and squirm all around? Fine. With a final daggered glare Sasha lowered her head back down, giving a muffled snort as she simply laid there on her tummy, disdaining to amuse Courtney by making any effort to get untied.
Courtney didn't seem to care one way or the other what Sasha did, which Sasha found somewhat irritating. She'd much rather have provoked some sort of reaction from Courtney, although . . . now that she considered it, some reactions might not be as enjoyable as others.
Seeing Courtney pout at her 'slave' simply lying there motionless was one thing, and something Sasha wouldn't have minded at all. However, having Courtney decide that Sasha needed a bit of 'motivation', well . . . that sent a deep shiver racing through her. There were, after all, quite a few means at Courtney's disposal to do just that!
It felt very weird all tied up like this. Sasha had never been tied up before. Not like this. Oh, she'd secured herself to that fiendish post thing, and had been strapped down to the Y rack, and even strapped over that punishment horse. However, in each of those instances she'd been tied either to something, or on or over it. She hadn't ever been just tied-tied, although the times she'd had her cuffs locked together had come close.
She shifted her head, changing from gingerly resting on one cheek to the other as she pondered matters. The thing was, in most of her earlier daydreams she'd imagined being tied up just like this. Oh, maybe not as snugly or as intricate, true enough. Actually, she really hadn't pictured more than hands tied behind the back, and with ankles and legs tied together. Nor had she envisioned being gagged as securely -- and as uncomfortably! -- as she currently was.
Now that she was actually tied up, Sasha was finding the experience rather . . . intense. Very much as she'd daydreamed it would be, but much more profound. Much more 'overall' then she'd ever thought it would be. The ropes encircled her like an all-body embrace and, while not painfully tight, were snug enough to somewhat compress her flesh. And not only could she feel the pressure of the ropes binding her, with every heartbeat she could feel her pulse surge and thrum against those securing ropes. It wasn't something she could overlook, even if she wanted to. And, much to her surprise . . . Sasha wasn't sure if she wanted to ignore them.
Simply being bound and gagged had started her tingles off and running again. The more Aunt Samantha had bound her, the more intense they had grown. Not even being gagged with this despicable thing had checked or inhibited that burgeoning heat inside her. For while she didn't much like the gag itself . . . she still responded to being gagged. Moreover, her utter helplessness, her total inability to prevent being gagged, simply added fuel to her inner fire.
Even if she'd tried resisting the rapidly growing tingles, Sasha didn't think she'd succeed. Her little firm rump flexed and jiggled as she shifted position a little bit more. Too much was happening, on both a physical and mental level, she hazily realized. Mentally, of course, was her quite vivid imagination, picturing all sorts of images and scenarios:
. . . being captured and abducted, tightly bound and gagged and helplessly awaiting the return of her kidnapper . . .
. . . being caught where she'd innocently been wandering, being thought a spy, and now about to be 'tortured' for information . . .
. . . hearing the rapid patter of an auction and helplessly aware that she was next to be sold off, never to be seen by family and friends again . . .
Those imaginary scenes were enough, all on their own, to multiply those gradually demanding, increasingly insistent tingles. But the reality of her position was even more diabolical, for Sasha was very aware, in her mind, of just what she must look like . . . and why she looked that way.
A naked little girl, collared as a slave, helplessly bound and gagged and just left on the floor. Because her Mistress (although Sasha shied away from actually picturing Courtney as that) wasn't at all worried about her slave being able to escape, and simply lounged about until ready to play with her.
Sasha's little nostrils flared as she gave an odd little snorty-moan at that, remembering what it felt like to be played with. How that made her feel, inside and out. How those tingles could grow and grow and grow until, at last, exploding in a simply glorious orgasm!
She restlessly shifted and fretted, trying -- and failing -- to find a more comfortable position. She'd squirm and fidget one way, and then another. And, as she did, she grew increasingly frustrated at her inability to move. Especially since, in one respect, she had more freedom of motion then ever before: after all, it wasn't as if she was actually bound to anything. She could, at least, wriggle her body and legs around; could even, should she chose to do so, worm and writhe her way across the floor. Not that doing that would really accomplish anything other than just change her location, she realized, for there was simply no way for her to effectively escape.
However, in another fashion, she felt even more confined than any of the other methods by which she'd so far been restrained. Even when strapped down to the rack Sasha could, at least, somewhat rotate her arms under the straps holding them down. This time, however, her little arms were held utterly secure and, even now, they felt welded to her, utterly immobile.
It also didn't help any, either, that every slight movement wound up grazing tightly puckered little nipples across the nap of the carpet, sending jolting tingles racing through her with each brush against the pile.
'This is ridiculous!', she thought. 'I'm not tied down to anything, after all, so why do I feel so confined??'
"Hhhh . . . hhhrrrr . . . mmmmm . . . uuuuurrrr . . .," Sasha gradually started shifting and squirming, softly grunting as she did, simply just to somehow move! It certainly wasn't intentional, and definitely wasn't to give Courtney a show either. But it was just so . . . so . . . so frustrating just lying there!
Courtney, meanwhile, was quite busy with her own project. She didn't mind that Twerp wasn't making any real effort to get loose. Granted, she would have enjoyed seeing her struggle a great deal, but she was also enjoying just darting glances down at her very helplessly bound and gagged slave. Seeing her that tightly bound, that tightly gagged, was making her feel awful warm inside. It was a very nice feeling, indeed. In addition, simply knowing that Twerp was totally helpless, that Courtney could do whatever she wanted to her, whenever she wanted, only made those inner little shivery tingles all the nicer.
And considering her project, she was coming up with a lot of ideas for things to do, too!
Sasha wasn't entirely sure if Courtney ignoring her like this was a good thing or a bad one. Granted, being ignored meant she didn't have to face being touched and played with, or being spanked or paddled, or having things like a plug inserted into her butt again.
Then again, being ignored meant she wasn't being touched and played with.
Sasha continued having a somewhat difficult time accepting her feelings about that. It was still rather embarrassing, yet neither Aunt Samantha nor Courtney seemed to think there was anything odd or wrong about touching and playing with Sasha, or that she liked it when they did that.
Well, that her body liked being touched and played with by them, that is; for it certainly did, and Sasha was very aware of that fact. Aware that, whether or not she consciously wanted or desired it, her body absolutely reveled and basked in the sensations it felt when fondled and caressed.
There wasn't anything Sasha could do about that, either. She had no way to control those sensations, no means of ignoring, overriding or halting them. Quite literally, it was as if her body became independent of her mind at those times. Because of that -- at the feeling of her body just taking off on its own -- the experiences became scary as well because of the effect they had on her. It didn't matter how unbelievably heady, blissful, heavenly and wonderful those feelings were (and they were just that; even Sasha couldn't deny they were, and most certainly not to herself). It was, most definitely, quite scary feeling your body run off on its own, and no longer under your control. However . . .
. . . Those feelings were incredibly heady, blissful, heavenly and wonderful. Actually, Sasha didn't have words to describe just how awesomely marvelous they felt. However, while she might be unable to describe verbally how amazing they were, she certainly didn't have any trouble remembering exactly how they felt to her when she thought and pondered on them.
They had felt that way even at the very beginning, and only her intense embarrassment at being on display, at being helplessly played with and having those sensations implacably forced on her, had dampened and inhibited her reveling in them. It had been so humiliating, at first, for she'd felt as if she was being teased and mocked.
But . . . she hadn't been. Teased and mocked, that is. Not by either of them. They not only accepted her becoming helplessly excited and aroused, they liked when that happened! Slowly yet surely Sasha had started understanding and accepting it was OK when her tummy got tight and tingly inside. When her nipples got hard and throbbed, when her pussy got wet and tingled. That it was more then just 'OK' . . . it was normal, and natural, and something that, in turn, also excited both of them!
Just days before she would have rather died than beg to be touched. Especially those places. But now . . . now she remembered -- and not all that long ago, either -- willingly doing just that, begging and pleading for more, because she did want touches. Sasha didn't know when that particular corner had been turned. But it had been, and she couldn't deny it. Oh yes, doing that was still embarrassing. Sometimes appallingly so. Nevertheless, even the embarrassment, in some strange way, only intensified her excitement and arousal. And she couldn't deny that, either. She'd spent far too much time contemplating matters while all alone and in silence, stored in her cage, to reflexively deny the truth. A great deal of time to quietly think about things, to ponder everything that had happened to her.
So, while she was somewhat happy that Courtney was ignoring her for the moment, that also meant she wasn't being touched, and Sasha admitted to herself that she was tingling and achy enough to want touches. She kept sneaking peeks over at Courtney as she sat in her chair, but Courtney seemed oblivious to the little, naked, bound and gagged slave on the floor before her.
Worse, now that she'd started thinking about those special touches, her inner tingles started throbbing more intensely, but there wasn't a single blessed thing Sasha could do about that!
It was almost impossible to keep still, too. Not only did those tingles make her want to gently squirm and fidget, but the secure bonds holding her fast only exacerbated those tingles. Simply by virtue of keeping her so utterly immobile, they drove her crazy with the desire to simply move!
It wasn't a conscious thought or act; oh no, for she'd already decided to refuse amusing Courtney by struggling as she'd said Sasha could do. However, after twenty minutes Sasha just couldn't keep still. She gently twisted and rocked back and forth. Slender little arms tensed and strained against the ropes binding them, seeking some sort of slack or relief. Now and then her breath whuffled through flared little nostrils as she shook her head, still futilely attempting (and knowing, even as she tried, that her effort was doomed to fail) to dislodge -- or just loosen even a little! -- that horrid gag filling her mouth.
This was so frustrating! she whined. And even that frustration was driving her tingles higher and sharper!
Then puffed out chipmunk cheeks furiously blushed as Sasha suddenly noticed Courtney standing next to her, looking down with a delighted smile on her face, gray eyes sparkling. She immediately stilled, turning her face away from Courtney and resting her swollen cheek on the carpet, refusing to amuse Courtney any further.
That was perfectly fine by Courtney, as she hadn't come over just to simply enjoy seeing her slave helplessly wriggle and squirm. Oh no. She had plans of her own!
As Twerp was already on her tummy Courtney didn't need to roll her face down, so she simply grabbed her slave's bound ankles and brought them upwards and over her butt. "Nnhhrr!" Twerp irately burred past her gag, jerking her legs back out straight, realizing what Courtney intended. For it had only been yesterday afternoon that Courtney had fastened her ankles up close to her wrists, and she wasn't about to have that done to her again! Besides, she smugly thought to herself with a justified smirk, Courtney had said she could struggle, so struggle she would!
Sasha kept her legs outstretched, lithe little thighs tensed and taut. There was no way, she knew, that her little cousin could physically overpower Sasha; no way she could actually force her legs to bend, and she looked forward to Courtney's feeble attempts at trying.
Courtney just grinned when Twerp yanked tied ankles out of her grasp and thrust her legs back down to the floor. It was obvious Twerp guessed Courtney's intentions. And it was just as obvious that she didn't want to be hog-tied again and intended putting up a struggle about that, too. What fun!
Normally there'd be no way Courtney could physically out-muscle Twerp; the now-smug little slave had been absolutely correct about that. She was, after all, older and bigger, taller and stronger. But Courtney didn't need to be strong to do what she intended.
Picking up the end of the ten-foot rope attached to the ring at her slave's ankles Courtney then threaded it through the ring tied at the back of the mid-thigh ropes. Drawing the end back up she then threaded it through the ankle ring, then back again through the ring at mid-thigh . . . then started carefully pulling.
Sasha was bigger than her little cousin, true; quite a bit stronger as well. However, in a battle between her strength versus Archimedes' principles . . . Sasha pitifully lost, as she quickly discovered much to her shock and dismay. For, with having that rope threaded through both rings, Courtney had effectively made a block-and-tackle pulley arrangement, and there was no way Sasha could overpower that!
Slowly and implacably, no matter how much she grunted and struggled, Sasha felt her ankles gradually being hauled up and over, her knees bending as they did. And as her knees bent she felt the ropes above and below her knees, and the ones at mid-thigh, start tightening, and now she understood why they'd been left a little slack! For as her legs bent her thigh muscles expanded, and the ropes had been left a bit loose to accommodate that expansion. This had been planned!!
Indeed it had and, no matter how violently Sasha struggled, she couldn't prevent her ankles being pulled all the way up behind her. Courtney didn't stop until Sasha's heels were pressed against the backs of thighs, and only then did she finally tie the rope off.
But she didn't stop there.
Once Courtney had Twerp's ankles snugly secured against her legs she reached up and grasped the rope tied to the front of her slave's upper knee bonds. Making sure it passed between the knees Courtney brought it up over Twerp's back, and then passed it between the double rings resting center of Twerp's shoulder blades. She then threaded it between the two rings . . . and started pulling.
Twerp really started to whine and mewl then, feeling her knees drawn forwards and up, while at the same time her back started arching as little shoulders were pulled up and back! She tried jerking and pulling, but again she couldn't stop what was happening. And Courtney didn't even have to hold on tight, for the double ring arrangement was self-locking: the rope couldn't slip back free on its own.
By the time Courtney was finished, Sasha was deeply arched back, with only her tummy and hips resting on the floor. Already muscles were crying out at the stress and strain of the position. In fact, it was so shockingly restrictive that Sasha was stunned speechless. Not that the gag filling her mouth didn't mute her silent to start with! Sasha barely had time to truly register and comprehend just how tightly bound she was before Courtney left her, having first carefully tugged each of the new bonds, checking how tight and secure they were before giving her little slave a little pat on the rear that was unconsciously exactly the same as her Mom had earlier done.
Sasha still hadn't truly reacted to things by the time Courtney was, once more, comfortably settled in her chair, slender little legs extended out and tiny socked toes wriggling as she picked up where she'd left off on her project.
Within moments Sasha realized just how awful, just how strenuous this new bondage was; just how terribly confining and restrictive. She could roll her head, wriggle hands and fingers, feet and toes and, with effort, rock her body a bit. And that was all she could do. The muscles in her back, and those of her legs, were already starting to tremble and vibrate, to complain and ache. And she'd only been like this for a few moments!
It was so terribly unyielding, making her feel so strained and achy that, although she had fervently sworn not to struggle, she found it impossible to remain motionless. She wanted --needed!-- to straighten out her back, to straighten out her legs . . . and couldn't. But that didn't stop her from trying! Futile as that might be.
At first, the jerky motions of her bound limbs were involuntary, as they reflexively strove to relieve their confinement and strain. Then, as the aches and stress of her tightly bound position grew greater, as she felt her muscles quiver and tremble, Sasha started consciously struggling. Deliberately attempting to find some easement, some position that didn't ache so terribly. Little fingers plucked and picked at the ropes they could reach, tugging and yanking at them. But the only ropes she could reach were the ones attaching bent knees up to behind her shoulders, and no matter how she pulled at those she couldn't loosen them at all. And while she could, just barely, reach the ropes tying her ankles, she couldn't find the knots and, like the first set of ropes, simply tugging on them did nothing at all. Sasha furiously twisted her small wrists, squirming and wriggling them in an attempt to either reach the securing knots or somehow work the ropes down and off.
But Samantha had been the one to tie Sasha, and she knew her business. The knot was placed between and at the top of bound wrists, where prying little fingers could never reach, and the multiple loops of rope clasped around in a snug embrace, one made even firmer by the double cinching between. It was, barely, possible that, had only her wrists been tied, Sasha might have worked the ropes down with enough effort. But with elbows also bound behind her Sasha simply didn't have that freedom of motion.
Courtney peeked up from her project, sea gray eyes brightly sparkling as she peered down at her slave through long, thick, sooty tipped pale lashes. Now she was struggling, oh yes! And while that hadn't been the reason she'd hog-tied her, Courtney certainly didn't mind, at all, that one of the results was her slave starting to struggle in earnest!
Although Sasha had, earlier, quickly reached the point where she'd been hoping --and yearning-- for touches, within minutes that was replaced with a much more burning desire for release. She whimpered and whined, moaned and mewled, her sounds heavily muffled by the gag filling her mouth. Her tensed, strained muscles were starting to non-stop vibrate and quiver, while what felt like fire was gradually creeping through and along them. She wanted out, and now!
Yet, even through her acute distress and discomfort, her body still resonated, still remained aroused although, at the moment -- and understandably so -- Sasha wasn't aware of that.
She finally twisted her head to the side to peer up at Courtney, and started shamelessly, desperately whining. Then felt her tummy oddly lurch, felt her heart pound even faster, when Courtney paid her no heed at all. Granted, she was gagged quite securely and couldn't make much of a sound. Even so, Sasha was being quite vocal in her distress, and was utterly positive that Courtney could hear her . . .
. . . but was choosing to ignore her.
Sasha had thought she'd felt helpless before. Thought that nothing could make her feel as helpless as being naked, cuffed, and locked in her cage.
But she'd been wrong, it seemed.
True helplessness was being tightly bound and gagged and in tormented distress, and having your Mistress absolutely disregard your frantic, unfeigned pleadings.
'Oh gawd!' she mentally wailed. What was she going to do!? Courtney was completely ignoring her! Paying no heed to her!
The thought that she just couldn't stay like this much longer flickered through her head but was instantaneously dismissed, for by now Sasha had learned. Learned that there was a huge difference between 'couldn't' and 'didn't want to'. She'd learned that lesson days ago, when she'd pissed off Courtney that first day and had been left to hang unsupported from her wrists.
Her struggles exponentially increased without her ever realizing it, and low muffled grunts, groans, whines and whimpers softly echoed in the room, panted breath huffing and snorting through little flared nostrils.
After what seemed an eternity but was actually exactly five minutes (Courtney having been paying close attention to her wristwatch) Courtney finally put down one of her project materials and hopped back up. Twerp gazed up at her, raw and desperate appeal in huge, wide pleading green eyes.
Eyes that filled like glittering emerald pools at seeing the huge, delighted grin on Courtney's face, at seeing the soft flush of excitement and power blooming on her cheeks. Sasha piteously whined again yet, even as she did, she knew there would be no mercy, no leniency. No change in plans. Courtney would simply continue doing as she pleased, no matter what.
For the first time since 'The Discovery', Sasha found herself wishing Aunt Samantha were present. She was terrified that Courtney's obvious enthusiasm and exuberance spelled trouble, and Sasha desperately wished her Aunt were there to keep things under control. For it was crystal clear that Courtney was utterly delighting, not just in Sasha's helplessness, but very much so in her distress as well.
Courtney's eyes gleamed as she knelt at her slave's side, a feeling inside her that had been smoldering all this time abruptly fanning higher. All this time -- when Mom had bound Twerp, when Courtney had gagged her slave then left her to 'simmer' for a bit, when she'd hog-tied Twerp and left her alone a bit longer -- faint, gentle and unusual feelings had been bubbling inside her.
Well, perhaps not unusual, now that she thought about it for a bit; Courtney realized she'd been sensing those exact same feelings for a while now. At least, for certain sure, these last four days. Ever since Friday, in fact.
Ever since Twerp became her slave.
So, no, they really weren't unusual. New, yes. Different, yes. Weird . . . a little, yes, as Courtney didn't truly understand or comprehend what they were or why they occurred. She only grasped that they did exist and, after dwelling on them these last couple of days, she liked how they made her feel inside.
Huge, sparkling gray eyes slowly wandered over the little bound slave before her, noting --and delighting in-- her utter helplessness. Twerp really was screwed, Courtney admitted to herself. There wasn't a blessed thing she could do to ease her position, to alleviate her distress and discomfort.
Twerp's cheeks remained puffed out like a chipmunk, the skin flushed and rosy while the harness straps compressed the skin beneath them. From beneath the wide leather band covering her gaped, plugged mouth issued a steady trickle of thick, sticky slobber, while above that band little nostrils flared as Twerp's breath whuffled and hissed in and out.
The rest of her body looked a bit flushed as well, except for where the ropes confined, and there Courtney noticed how the cords firmly compressed the flesh beneath them, turning the skin a bit lighter in hue. And her slave's skin wasn't just flushed, either, Courtney noted, but was sweaty, too, as if Twerp had just had a fever break.
Her eyes dropped to her slave's legs and feet, seeing how the muscles at thighs and calves strained and quivered; watched them as they jerked and twitched, as they futilely strained against the ropes that secured them so tightly together.
Not just watching, either; Courtney gently rested a tiny hand against the side of Twerp's one thigh, feeling the quivering, spasmodic strain of tensed muscles. A deep shiver rippled through Courtney's tiny body at that, accompanied by a gentle wash of warmth. It was obvious Twerp wasn't intentionally struggling. Instead, it seemed as if her legs were compelled to strain against the ropes holding them bent and secure.
With no effort at all Courtney repositioned Twerp, rolling her onto her side with a mild nudge so that her slave's front faced Courtney as she knelt. That had been so easy to do! Twerp whined again, sounding more desperate and despairing. Courtney wasn't entirely sure which Twerp was doing: imploring for release, or pleading for touches and pussy petting. Well, it didn't really matter which it was, Courtney was simply going to do what she'd planned on doing.
Twerp deeply shivered as Courtney lowered a tiny hand downwards towards her body, whining and trying to shrink back and away and unable to move at all. Courtney did touch, as it turned out, but not at all how her slave expected or apprehensively anticipated.
Tiny fingers so very lightly traced along the lines of every rope that encircled and confined her slave, following their path as they firmly compressed the flesh beneath them. Firmly, yes, but not painfully so, nor so constrictive as to cut off circulation. And Courtney checked for that, too, gently squeezing slender forearms, small hands and feet to check for just that. She didn't feel any signs of that having happened, nor did she expect to find any. After all, Mom had been the one -- for the most part -- tying up Twerp.
Gentle yet insistent tingles rippled through Courtney's tummy as she knelt next to her slave, as she continued lightly tracing out the paths of the rope, enjoying and delighting in how they secured and confined her little slave. There was something quite exciting about doing that, and Courtney basked, reveled and delighted in Twerp's helplessness, in her quivers and trembles, her whines and whimpers. Without deliberate thought or purposeful intention she started rhythmically pressing little thighs together, unconsciously enjoying the little waves of warmth that pressure created.
By now, Sasha was in acute discomfort. Not actually in pain, no. At least, not yet, anyway. But the stringent bondage she was in was starting to take its toll on already sore and aching muscles. Between morning exercises, slave posture practices and that awful boot polishing fiasco yesterday afternoon, her muscles were starting to feel strained and abused, rapidly passing from sore and aching, to uncomfortable and strained, to absolute suffering. She piteously whined again at Courtney, her eyes enormous and pleading.
Then she stiffened, whining in deeper distress when, after Courtney had spent almost a minute just looking at, and lightly exploring, her tightly bound body, she produced once again the hose and bulb attachment for the gag!
Courtney felt another sharp tingle ripple through her when Twerp did that. Oh my, it was terribly exciting to have that sort of effect on her slave! Although evidently Twerp was affected in other ways, too, even in addition to her discomfort. Courtney didn't miss those obvious sighs: twin small nipples still so tightly puckered, hard and erect, and a pussy that thickly glistened with cream.
Wetting the inflation needle in her small mouth Courtney looked down at her horrified and dismayed little slave. "Hold still," she softly commanded.
Sasha jerked at that order, her eyes widening impossibly rounder. Surely Courtney didn't intend to inflate that gag any more than it was! Could she!? Well, if she did intend to do so, then there was nothing, nothing at all, Sasha could do to prevent that, and she deeply shivered, remembering the ease with which Courtney had overpowered her earlier, and that was before being bound even tighter in a hog-tie!
She couldn't mean to inflate it more! Sasha thought with helpless dread. There simply wasn't any more room in her mouth for it to go! And the gag straps were already achingly tight around her face and head, so even her jaws couldn't open further!
Then she paled, her throat spasming in a pointless swallowing gulp as Sasha considered something: there most certainly wasn't any room for that balloon to expand sideways, or up and down . . . but it could stretch and extend deeper into her mouth!
Although Sasha didn't see how such a thing was possible to do, from her readings and explorations she'd learned about things like 'deep throating' and the like. So she had a somewhat passable understanding that, yes, it was possible to actually have an object (like a penis, she remembered, her cheeks abruptly blossoming into flame) go all the way to the very back of one's throat. And even further, too, actually into the throat.
If that balloon couldn't go anywhere else it could, most assuredly, go further into Sasha's throat. For there was no way she could prevent that from happening if, indeed, Courtney inflated that thing in her mouth any more than it already was. Sasha felt a wave of panic flood through her at that. It was horrid enough having a doctor press the back of her tongue with a tongue depressor; that had always made her feel like she was about to retch. But that memory paled in comparison to her imagining what it would feel like to have that balloon inexorably pushed backwards into her mouth, all the way to the very back of her throat.
Sasha jerked her head back and away from Courtney, as far as she could manage . . . which wasn't much at all. She whimpered and whined, she shook her head back and forth in impotent denial.
"Hold still," Courtney softly commanded a second time.
Sasha felt herself start violently trembling, all thoughts or desires of pride and dignity long vanished. She didn't care if she looked or sounded like a crybaby (which had been one of many terms she'd humiliatingly and mockingly used against her little cousin). Anything, just as long as she was untied from this awful position and that gag left alone and not pumped up more.
But neither were options Courtney was giving her, as yet a third time she softly repeated the order to hold still, holding that glittering needle near the front of the gag.
Sasha tightly closed her eyes and braced herself, her entire little body rigid with the enormous effort at staying still as told to do. She just couldn't make herself watch Courtney put that needle thing back in, not when knowing what that meant, and she tensed in horrid anticipation of that balloon thing expanding deeper into her mouth and throat. She knew tensing was the worst thing she could do; at least, the stories and stuff all seemed to mention relaxing one's throat for deep throating, but Sasha just couldn't seem to keep from tensing up all over.
She felt a slight push against her face, and knew that Courtney must have inserted the needle. She softly whined, a truly pathetic whimper of extreme misery and profound distress and tensed even more, feeling shudders rippling through her.
Courtney carefully slipped the moistened needle back through the inflation valve, making sure it was fully seated. Then she looked at Twerp again, and rocked back on little socked heels at what she saw. There was no mistaking how frightened Twerp was, her fear was so thick and palpable it radiated from her in icy waves.
She hadn't intended to scare Twerp so. For one thing, this hadn't been meant to be scary, and for another, Courtney had specifically promised her mom not to experiment using fear on her slave. Courtney was shrewd enough to guess Twerp would feel apprehension and nervousness, anxiety and alarm, oh my yes. In addition to, of course, feeling helpless and impotent, feeling achy, sore, uncomfortable and distressed. But fear? Fear thick enough to border on panic?
Courtney didn't understand that at all. She didn't understand what was scaring Twerp so, or why that had happened. It obviously had something to do with this gag. Of that, she was sure.
She lifted small shoulders in a dismissive shrug. Whatever it was, she'd find out later. At the moment, though, Courtney couldn't see any reason not to proceed as she'd planned, and so took the squeeze bulb in a little hand. Tiny fingers found the shiny knurled knob, and then slowly rotated it until she heard a soft hiss of air.
Sasha heard that soft hiss, too, and tensed even harder, quivering with the strain of holding so so still. Then her eyes flew wide open, huge and round, as she felt that balloon inside her gaped mouth start . . . shrinking. Enormous eyes swiveled up, staring at Courtney who knelt at her side, startled and bewildered. Was this, somehow, a mistake? Or was Courtney simply fiendishly tormenting and teasing her?
Courtney didn't appear confused. Just . . . focused. Concentrating. Intently watching Sasha with glittering gray eyes as the air continued softly hissing. Finally, the sound ceased, the balloon inside her mouth fully deflated. It was still a substantial bulk inside, of course, but nothing at all like it had been.
"Swallow while you can," Courtney softly murmured, and only then did Sasha realize that, yes, Courtney hadn't made an error but, for whatever reason, had intentionally deflated that horrid balloon. She didn't need to be told twice, not when her mouth was pooled with sticky saliva, and immediately began swallowing the thick spit.
Her cheeks bloomed a deep rose as Courtney grinned at the slurping sounds Sasha made sucking the spittle from about the deflated balloon, but it wasn't Courtney's grin that had her blushing so. No, the blush was from what else Sasha noticed: the soft glow to Courtney's cheeks, and little thighs rhythmically pressing together. Courtney might not be aware of what she was doing, or why, but Sasha was. Courtney was being turned on watching and listening to Sasha swallowing the pooled saliva.
Again Sasha felt odd at the understanding that things she did, and how she reacted, could excite her little cousin that way. It made her feel shy, yet squirmy. Awkward, yet pleased.
Nervous and apprehensive, too, for Sasha grasped, much better now, how easy it was to lose your discipline, restraint and control when you were turned on and excited. Moreover, Courtney was just a little kid. She didn't have anywhere near the control that Sasha -- who was, after all, older -- had! Sasha already had ample proof of just how enthusiastic Courtney could get, and what the result of that might be!
She might be nervous and apprehensive at the moment, yes, but now that she wasn't terrified of that balloon being inexorably forced back into her throat Sasha's fear drained from her like water from a ruptured bucket. Courtney distinctly saw Twerp relax, clearly discerned her fears rapidly fade away. She still hadn't a clue what had set Twerp off like that, but she softly smiled, very pleased and happy, that her little slave wasn't so scared any more.
Courtney left the inflation hose in place then reached down and, very tenderly, petted Twerp's cheek. Twerp kept staring up with huge, imploring eyes. Now that her panic had gone, she suddenly became much more aware of the awful ache and discomfort of her bondage, and she silently pleaded with her eyes at Courtney for release. Courtney simply petted her cheek again before tiny fingers started plucking at the chin and head harness buckles.
Sasha hoped that meant Courtney was going to remove the gag, but that was not to be. Instead, Courtney carefully tightened each strap two holes so that they snugly gripped her head and jaw in a firm embrace. Not tight, no. Just quite snug. Sasha just laid there as the gag straps were tightened, remaining as motionless and as silent as possible, very aware that, if she moved or fussed, Courtney might decide to punish or discipline her if she did.
Once Courtney had the straps secured to her satisfaction, checking their tautness by gently tugging on them, she once again tenderly petted Sasha's cheek with a tiny, soft hand. Sasha would really rather have had the gag removed. However, even with the straps tugged down as they were, it was still a tremendous improvement over what it had felt like before!
Courtney didn't immediate re-inflate the balloon. Instead, after checking the fit of the straps she just gazed real deep into her little slave's eyes, which made Twerp lightly shiver, before rolling her onto her tummy. Again Twerp trembled at the utter ease at which Courtney 'manhandled' her, and softly whined as she was moved, for her legs, back and shoulders were deeply aching and hurting by now.
Tiny hands lightly cupped Twerp's bound hands and feet as Courtney checked the circulation there, just as Mom had explained to do. Lying stretched out shouldn't cause any problems, she'd said. But once Courtney had drawn and secured her slave up into this special version of a hogtie -- which Samantha was positive her daughter would want to do, and so had instructed Courtney in what to do, how to do it, and what to watch out for -- Courtney would need to periodically check her circulation.
Satisfied, Courtney started loosening the securing ropes, starting first with the one connecting knees to shoulders and helplessly curving her into that awesome looking arch. The tip of her tiny tongue peeked out as tiny fingers plucked at the locking rings. There was so much tension there it was difficult to work the ropes loose enough to unlock them from the rings and release Twerp from her arch.
Sasha trembled, feeling Courtney behind her. She didn't know what was happening; as usual, Courtney hadn't bothered to explain which, as Sasha was gradually starting to understand, was because slaves (like herself) didn't need, or require, explanations. But then she groaned, a deep, surprised yet utterly gratified moan of relief as she felt those ropes loosen, as she relaxed from that awful, acutely uncomfortable bow she'd been bound into.
Releasing Twerp's ankles from being bound to thighs was much easier; all Courtney had to do was untie a knot, rather than actually twist tension-tight ropes from locking rings. Again Twerp groaned as she --finally!-- could straighten out her legs, and she almost sobbed in relief. She felt her pulse throb and pound along her slender legs once they'd straightened, and each pulsation was so noticeable against the ropes that still secured her legs and ankles together.
Sasha moaned again in relief, reveling in this much more relaxed position. However, she couldn't help but lightly tremble when Courtney knelt at her head again then picked the squeeze bulb back up again.
Courtney grasped the bulb in her tiny hand, gazing quite intently Twerp. A shivery heated tingle rippled through her at her little slave's expression, and her face felt a bit flushed. She knew her slave didn't want it inflated again. Too bad. She'd gotten a break, after all. And, besides, Courtney wasn't planning on inflating it that much.
A little squeeze. Then another. Then yet another. Courtney carefully watched Twerp as she collapsed the bulb each time, not wanting to over inflate the gag but wanting to make it big enough to awesomely muffle her again.
Sasha wanted to yank her head back, but remembered she'd been commanded to hold still, and was dreadfully certain if she fussed Courtney would simply retie her in that awful hogtie again. She felt trapped, caught between the proverbial rock-and-a-hard-place. But, right now, right this moment, it wasn't a platitude. It was real.
She gritted her teeth. Not to prevent that balloon from swelling. She'd already learned that was an impossibility. No, instead she did that to focus on staying still, considering obeying the command as the lessor of two evils.
Although that became harder and harder to do as the balloon kept increasingly growing. Within moments it had, once again, fully filled the front two-thirds of her mouth, just as it had before, molding itself against the roof of her mouth, forcing her little tongue down and pressing, this time, against her teeth. It didn't have as much space as before, as Courtney had tightened the gag straps down. And, once it had filled all that space . . .
. . . it started expanding, backwards, deeper and deeper into her mouth.
Just as she'd feared before.
Sasha tried. She really really did. She held her breath as it expanded backwards, and she didn't whine or move until she felt the back of her throat give a little spasm as the rear of her little tongue started getting pushed down. And that spasm begat a second . . . and a third . . . and Sasha suddenly realized that she couldn't relax; that she daren't relax, exhale or breathe, or she'd wind up uncontrollably heaving.
Before she could panic, before fear abruptly could explosively blossom into true hysteria, Sasha heard the hiss of air . . . and the balloon partially deflated. She looked up, opening her eyes at last . . . to see Courtney staring down at her, her eyes huge and concerned.
"You OK Twerp?"
Sasha took several deep breaths as she felt incipient panic ease and fade. No, she really wasn't 'OK'. Then again . . . at the moment . . . she wasn't in trouble now that the balloon was deflated.
And a moment was all she had to feel relieved, too, as ice water surged through her veins as suddenly Sasha truly perceived Courtney's expression.
Now Sasha had seen her little cousin look concerned before. In fact, Sasha had often thought Courtney was too soft- and tenderhearted. Especially so far during this summer's vacation; Sasha had had more than enough of the worried, troubled look Courtney had kept giving her.
But that wasn't the expression she was seeing now. Oh no. This wasn't a 'jeez, I hope she's OK' look; no, this was more the appearance of someone who, after weeks of careful planning and practice, was bemused at why their attempt didn't quite work out as planned.
Sasha might have twitted her little cousin quite viciously and hurtfully about her being a geek and nerd, but she wasn't unaware or oblivious of just how sharp and clever Courtney actually was. Once she'd set her mind on something, wild horses couldn't drive her off the path.
And what Sasha was seeing in her little cousin's eyes wasn't concern for a person; wasn't concern for Sasha. No, it was concern for an experiment not quite working as planned; a possession not exactly responding as expected.
Just 24 hours ago, as she lay in this very same room, hogtied and gagged with the polishing-brush gag, Sasha had, for the very first time, truly felt like a slave. And now, as Courtney looked down at Sasha, a frowny little thoughtful expression on her small face, for the very first time Sasha truly felt like an object. A thing, a play toy.
This might very well have started out as nothing less than a game to Courtney. In fact, Sasha was positive that had been all it had been. Just a game, a way of playing pretend yet still getting back at Sasha for how mean and hurtful she'd been to her cousin so far this summer. But if this had started out as just a game, somewhere along the way that had changed. Drastically changed, and Courtney's expression was proof positive of that.
Sasha didn't doubt that Courtney was still finding this fun and amusing. But she also remembered just how precociously serious her little cousin was, nor did she forget her Aunt's words just this afternoon at lunch.
'She has to learn not only everything you're being taught, but even more, too. She has had lessons and tests every day now, in fact. And she's totally responsible for your well-being, too. Which, I might add, she takes very seriously and sincerely to heart. And she's done all that because she's chose to do that. Because she really does like having you as her slave.'
Sasha's throat convulsively spasmed in a reflexive swallowing attempt it truly hit her just how serious her little cousin was about all this. And if she was serious about being Sasha's Mistress, it went without saying that she was just as serious about viewing Sasha as nothing less that Courtney's very real slave girl.
Courtney continued watching Twerp, seeing a bazillion thoughts flickering at the backs of huge, grass-green eyes. She was curious as to what her slave might be thinking, but at the moment she had others things to occupy her mind. She waited until Twerp's breathing slowed to a more normal rate of respiration before starting to squeeze the inflation bulb that she'd never let go of.
No sooner had Courtney squeezed it that first time than Twerp stiffened. She didn't make a sound though, other than a swift sharp inhale. Courtney gazed quite intently at her slave, watching her body and eyes like a hawk staring at a juicy timid mouse just under its perch. Of course Twerp was nervous and unhappy at being gagged; Courtney had long ago figured that out! But there was a discernable difference between how she usually reacted to being gagged and how she reacted at the sixth squeeze of the bulb:
Body abruptly tensing, as tight as a taut bowstring; little nostrils suddenly flaring with a fearful distressed whine, as huge eyes flew even wider.
Nodding to herself Courtney immediately ceased squeezing, and just stared into Twerp's eyes, almost freezing Twerp with that basilisk gaze. Courtney saw Twerp's throat rapidly flutter several times, saw the look of panic briefly flash across Twerp's face. But as the seconds passed Twerp also gradually relaxed, her breathing slowed a little.
Nodding to herself Courtney tugged the inflation valve free before padding back over and up into her chair, settling the lap desk in place. She immediately returned to her project, relegating her slave to the back burner for now.
Sasha's heart thudded in her chest. For whatever reason Courtney had stopped blowing that gag up just shy of triggering another gag reflex. But she didn't ask Sasha if she was ok again. And that was quite unsettling, almost frightening.
Resting her cheek on the floor Sasha deeply groaned, luxuriating at last in the ability to stretch out from that awful hogtie. She'd long ago forgotten her vow to remain motionless, and wriggled and squirmed in a futile effort to find some degree of relief and comfort from her bondage.
And some relief from those tingles that still simmered inside her.
Now and then Courtney glanced up from her project, smothering the grin on her face whenever she looked down at her tightly bound, gagged, naked and collared little slave. But nothing could hide the delighted enchanted sparkle in her luminescent sea grey eyes. Mom had sure been right! It was fun owning your own slave, especially after the responsible stuff was over with and the funner stuff could start!
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