It’s not so much about the pain
as it is about the anticipation.
That’s what hurts the most.
ballgag
Because, in the end, sneaking out is never worth it.
“Of course this is how all the other little girls play doctor, silly.”
Those little nooses on her nipples are just plain cruel.
“Now, sweetheart, don’t be shy.”
This is what my ballgag looks like.
Due to the demands of blah blah academia, I haven’t had the opportunity to wear it in a while.
This is simply unacceptable.
Chained, Part Five
“I kind of want her to flog me,” Popcorn replied. It was certainly unusual, with me on the end of a chain and ballgagged. But, I wanted to try it.
As Popcorn got onto Penthouse’s bed, I rose up to my feet. Adjusting the chain somewhat, I accepted the flogger from Penthouse and sucked in a deep breath. Joking around with Craftsmate aside, I had never flogged anyone seriously before.
When Popcorn squirmed and squeaked, the bottom of her dress rode up slightly, showing just a peek of a pert little rear. I was surprised by how much I wanted to hit it, but I stuck to her legs and thighs, which she seemed perfectly happy with.
Suddenly, Penthouse grabbed his mirror and moved it over in front of the bed so we could see ourselves.
I froze. Ballgagged, collared, chained, holding a flogger. It was all too much. I squeezed the Taboo buzzer and shut my eyes tight. I don’t know exactly what about it bothered me, but it was something about how real everything became when I looked in the mirror. Seeing myself like that, I was almost scared. Coming to terms with what I’m into has been hard enough, but having to see it so clearly made me squeeze the buzzer without hesitation.
“Good girl,” Penthouse reassured as he put the mirror back. Popcorn joined in the coos. “Very good girl, thank you for letting us know.”
Once the mirror was gone, I felt myself smile around the ballgag as I continued to hit Popcorn with the flogger. Penthouse met my gaze and we exchanged smirks as I delivered the last few blows, gauging Popcorn’s reactions and not wanting to push it.
“You could’ve done more,” Popcorn said as she got off of the bed, rubbing her thighs. “That felt really good.”
I know I could have. Having her, squirming and moaning, while I was still gagged and chained, with Penthouse watching was all indescribably hot. But, I was still treading in new waters. And, as ironic as it sounds for the situation I was in, I was approaching it with some caution.
Chained, Part Four
Popcorn reached down and petted my hair, making me blush even more. She tried to ask me questions, things I can’t really remember, and I just kept stammering out anxious answers.
Reading how I was feeling, Penthouse picked up my ballgag and walked over to me. “You want your gag?"
I nodded eagerly, opening my mouth. I wanted to be on the leash, I liked what was going on, but I was a little overwhelmed. Without having to worry about talking, some of the pressure was off and I could just enjoy myself.
He knelt down and pushed the ball between my teeth before buckling tightly behind my head. I felt myself exhale hard, the anxiety leaving my body. Having the necessity of speech taken, I could focus a little harder, even if I already felt like I was floating.
Reaching for the Taboo buzzer, he placed it in my right hand and made me give it a test squeeze. "What are you going to do if it gets too much?” he asked, nurturing to a point that it was hot. I blushed and squeezed the buzzer. He smiled and patted my head. “Good girl.”
“So,” Penthouse said as he got to his feet, “what should we do with her?”
12*Sep24…✈…★roses★
Truth: The more I fight you on it, the more I actually want that ballgag in my mouth.
So, last night I wore a ballgag for the first time.
Craftsmate had just made me a blindfold and I was over at his place messing around with the floggers. I tried flogging him while blindfolded and then he flogged me back, not blindfolded, with significantly more success.
He made this ballgag and I was super impressed with it, so I asked him to make me one. He warned me that it makes you drool uncontrollably after four and a half minutes and I told him I could totally outlast that.
And I did. Although I did eventually wind up drooling just about everywhere while I was sitting on his floor ballgagged and blindfolded and awkwardly trying to communicate with him. Because talking ballgagged is hard, tumblr. So it was a lot of hand motions and laughing and drooling.