against her lower lip with his thumb and he would hurt her mouth as it was going in and she would really get mad at him and curse him, “BASTARD!” Then the gag would be in her mouth and her curses would be muffled, inarticulate, but he knew what she was saying and it always made him feel bad and sometimes he would blush and his ears would tingle with embarrassment.
She would glower up at him from beautiful green eyes. He would turn away from them and wait for her to calm down.
He didn’t like being an incompetent but there was nothing that he could do about it. It had been going on for months and it didn’t make him feel very good either.
He could tell by how wide she had just opened her mouth that he had better control his nervousness and not hurt her when he put the gag back in her mouth.
Her mouth was delicate, her tongue sculptured and pink. The gag was already very wet from her spit. He put it carefully back into her mouth, making sure that he did not hurt her with his thumb. He took his index finger and worked the gag back into all the crevices of her mouth.
She lay there on her stomach with her hands tied behind her back, resting just above her ass. Her head was arched back now, so she would be in a better position for him to gag her.
They had done this many times.
The room was illuminated by a light that was too bright.
She had long blonde hair.
There was just a small piece of the gag sticking out between her teeth. He very carefully tucked that piece into her mouth. Then he gave the gag a good push with his finger straight back into her mouth, so as to make her tongue totally immobile, useless to push the gag out with.
He was very nervous and he tried to control it because he didn’t want to hurt her but he also wanted the gag to be firmly in her mouth.
She moaned behind the gag when he started pushing it back into place with his finger. She moved her head suddenly side to side as if to escape the finger that was pushing the gag against her tongue.
He continued pushing for a few more seconds and then he knew it was in place and she would not be able to work it out with her tongue.
About once in every ten times he would gag her effectively. He just didn’t have it together any more. He knew that his failures annoyed her, but what else could he do?
His whole life was a sloppy and painful mess.
He had used adhesive tape for a while. The tape always gagged her effectively but she didn’t like the way it hurt when he pulled it off. Even if he pulled it off very gently, it still hurt like hell, so the tape had to go.
“No,” she had said about the tape and he knew that it was no. She had never said no before, so he stopped using the tape.
He took his finger out of her mouth and stroked the side of her face. She relaxed her head. He stroked her hair. She stared silently up at him. She really had very beautiful eyes. Everybody always mentioned that to her. She awkwardly crawled and inched her body over to him. It was difficult but she got her head up onto his lap and she was staring up at him. Her hair poured over his lap like blonde water.
She really loved him.
That’s what made it all so bad.
“Can you breathe all right?” he said.
She nodded her head gently that she could breathe all right.
“Does the gag hurt?”
She shook her head gently that the gag did not hurt.
“Do you want to hear what I read today?”
She nodded her head gently that she wanted to hear what he had read today.
He picked up the book.
It was a very old book.
He read to her: “ ‘O Poverty, thou grievous and resistless ill, who with thy sister Helplessness overwhelmest a great people . . .’ ”
She stared up at him,
“That’s Alcaeus from the Greek Anthology ,” he said. “That was written over two thousand years ago.”
. . . oh, God , she thought and tried very hard not to cry because she knew if she started crying that would make him feel even worse and he had been feeling pretty bad for a long
She would glower up at him from beautiful green eyes. He would turn away from them and wait for her to calm down.
He didn’t like being an incompetent but there was nothing that he could do about it. It had been going on for months and it didn’t make him feel very good either.
He could tell by how wide she had just opened her mouth that he had better control his nervousness and not hurt her when he put the gag back in her mouth.
Her mouth was delicate, her tongue sculptured and pink. The gag was already very wet from her spit. He put it carefully back into her mouth, making sure that he did not hurt her with his thumb. He took his index finger and worked the gag back into all the crevices of her mouth.
She lay there on her stomach with her hands tied behind her back, resting just above her ass. Her head was arched back now, so she would be in a better position for him to gag her.
They had done this many times.
The room was illuminated by a light that was too bright.
She had long blonde hair.
There was just a small piece of the gag sticking out between her teeth. He very carefully tucked that piece into her mouth. Then he gave the gag a good push with his finger straight back into her mouth, so as to make her tongue totally immobile, useless to push the gag out with.
He was very nervous and he tried to control it because he didn’t want to hurt her but he also wanted the gag to be firmly in her mouth.
She moaned behind the gag when he started pushing it back into place with his finger. She moved her head suddenly side to side as if to escape the finger that was pushing the gag against her tongue.
He continued pushing for a few more seconds and then he knew it was in place and she would not be able to work it out with her tongue.
About once in every ten times he would gag her effectively. He just didn’t have it together any more. He knew that his failures annoyed her, but what else could he do?
His whole life was a sloppy and painful mess.
He had used adhesive tape for a while. The tape always gagged her effectively but she didn’t like the way it hurt when he pulled it off. Even if he pulled it off very gently, it still hurt like hell, so the tape had to go.
“No,” she had said about the tape and he knew that it was no. She had never said no before, so he stopped using the tape.
He took his finger out of her mouth and stroked the side of her face. She relaxed her head. He stroked her hair. She stared silently up at him. She really had very beautiful eyes. Everybody always mentioned that to her. She awkwardly crawled and inched her body over to him. It was difficult but she got her head up onto his lap and she was staring up at him. Her hair poured over his lap like blonde water.
She really loved him.
That’s what made it all so bad.
“Can you breathe all right?” he said.
She nodded her head gently that she could breathe all right.
“Does the gag hurt?”
She shook her head gently that the gag did not hurt.
“Do you want to hear what I read today?”
She nodded her head gently that she wanted to hear what he had read today.
He picked up the book.
It was a very old book.
He read to her: “ ‘O Poverty, thou grievous and resistless ill, who with thy sister Helplessness overwhelmest a great people . . .’ ”
She stared up at him,
“That’s Alcaeus from the Greek Anthology ,” he said. “That was written over two thousand years ago.”
. . . oh, God , she thought and tried very hard not to cry because she knew if she started crying that would make him feel even worse and he had been feeling pretty bad for a long
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