A Gag Gift

"Congratulations on getting that book launched, little one. I think a little celebration is in order."

Sir stood in the doorway, pushing open the door that I'd left unlocked for him. I was kneeling on the floor, awaiting his arrival eagerly. It had been a few days since we'd seen each other, and my body was almost squirming with the need for his touch.

I waited until his hand curled on my shoulder, then looked up with a smile. "Thank you, Sir. I'm so glad you could be here tonight." He helped me lift to my feet, then brushed my lips with a kiss that was too brief but promised more. He eyed my pale blue lace bra and panties, trimmed with small blue bows, with approval as I did a little pirouette.

We toasted my success with a bottle of good champagne that Sir had brought with him, talking about the day's events. After we did so, he handed me a gift bag, indicating that I should open it. I looked at him with a surprised and self-conscious smile as I complied. Inside, I found what looked like a black leather collar with bright red ball in the middle. It was beautifully made. I looked at Him questioningly.

"It seems this is something I've neglected in your training, pet," he chuckled. "I should have thought of this sooner, given your oral fixation. Luckily your untimely outburst a few days ago when you were under my desk, sucking me off during my online meeting, reminded me that there are other things I can put in your mouth to silence you." He looked serious, but there was a twinkle in his eye as I tried not to smile.

Sir stood up and walked behind my chair. He took the gag from my hands, fitted it carefully into my mouth, and fastened it firmly at the back of my neck. The ball seemed much larger in my mouth than it had looked in my hands, but it wasn't uncomfortable, at least not immediately. He stroked my hair gently as I mouthed it, getting used to the feel of it. I noticed that it wasn't only my breathing that had sped up.

His eyes got that look of intense focus as he watched me. "Come with me," he said as he led me into the bedroom to stand in front of the large mirror. "I want you to see how lovely you look."

I generally tried to avoid looking in the mirror unless I was putting on makeup or assessing an outfit. It made me terribly self-conscious. But tonight, after consuming an unaccustomed half bottle of champagne, I felt bold and could view myself with some detachment. Surprised, I realized that the woman I saw in the mirror looked different. More confident somehow, freer, despite being gagged. Reluctantly, my gaze focused on my lips. They surrounded the ball gag in a look that could only be described as slutty. With the gag in my mouth, they seemed a lot fuller.

I enjoyed the feeling of the slick ball in my mouth, pushing my tongue against it repeatedly. But I'd somehow never realized that gags have an unfortunate effect. Sooner or later, you start to drool. This effect was just becoming apparent, making my lips look wet and shiny. A small string of saliva traced down my chin and onto my chest. I found it terribly humiliating and wanted to turn my head or cover my face and chest. Unfortunately, Sir stood behind me, holding my arms firmly to my sides, forcing me to see what he wanted me to see.

"Mmmmm, just look at my filthy little slut," he said. His eyes, dark and heated, met mine in the mirror. I gave a quiet whimper as he made me stand there, confronting my own submission. His warm hands moved to my shoulders, then slid down the thin straps of my bra just enough to free my breasts. After looking his fill, his hands moved to them, kneading them in slow, teasing circles, pulling gently on my nipples. As he continued to play with my breasts, He whispered in my ear, "What are you thinking about right now, pet?"

I shivered slightly and moaned, then tried to answer him. I wanted to beg him to touch me more, tease me more. More, more, more of everything he was doing. But the words were unintelligible, and the effort caused saliva to drip from the corner of my mouth, down my face and onto my breasts.

He grinned. "Oh, I forgot; you can't answer me. One of the benefits of a gag." I narrowed my eyes at him, and he playfully slapped my thigh before continuing in a sexy whisper. "I'll just have to guess what you want me to do next. I'm usually pretty good at that. Or maybe I'll just do whatever I want to you. You can't exactly protest, can you, my girl? Do you like that I've stilled your voice?"

My eyes met his, but I couldn't help looking down as I nodded. I felt like nothing more than his plaything at that moment, and it was a feeling that was intoxicating. Not just my actual voice, but all the voices that usually circled restlessly in my brain were quieted. I only had one focus now.

His hands left my breasts. I felt one circle my waist, imprisoning me, while the other slowly reached down, teasing my thighs before his fingers worked their way under my panties and ended between my legs. He fingered me roughly for no more than a moment or two. With a small sound of amusement he murmured, "It seems you do like it. You're as wet as a faucet." Then His hand was gone. He was a master at leaving me wanting more. It suddenly seemed much harder to breathe with the gag in my mouth. I snuffled, made a small panicky sound.

His eyes snapped back to my face, assessing me, making sure I was okay. "Shhh," he whispered gently in my ear, "remember to breathe through your nose. You're doing very well." He waited a moment, until I gave a little nod. Then, after tracing a finger reverently around my wet lips, he cruelly pushed the ball further into my mouth. I began to gag. More saliva streamed out. It was humiliating, but he well knew that my humiliation fed into my arousal. And his. He whispered into my ear: "How helpless you look, drooling like that. It's just another thing I control now, and it makes me harder than hell." As he delicately traced my lips again, his voice became strained, "I'm imagining that you're drooling for me. For my cock."

He firmly pushed my head back until it lay along the top of His shoulder, my eyes facing the ceiling. His lips trailed like fire down my exposed neck. Once again, he fingered me hard for a few seconds. It felt so good that I couldn't stop a disappointed moan when he pulled away. His other hand was around my throat, keeping me still and pressing against me in a way that made me want to drop to my knees and give him whatever he wanted. Saliva streamed down my chin while I struggled to breathe. I felt completely possessed, physically and mentally. The idea aroused us both; I could feel the full extent of His cock as he pressed himself against me.

After a moment or two, he released his hold on me long enough to strip me of bra and panties. Then, standing behind me again, he used his own leg to push mine further apart and expose my pussy. With one hand, he reached down and slowly trailed his fingers through it, pressing a finger firmly on my clit. I whimpered, wanting more. He raised his hand to his lips, then said, in a voice thick with desire, "My little toy is so slick and hot for me. I can smell and taste your arousal. Watching you struggle not to give in is delicious," He almost growled in my ear. "Would you like me to finger you again and make you come?"

My moan clearly indicated my answer.

"Too bad, little slut. I think that's enough teasing for you." He removed the gag, then grinned, "Let's put all that saliva to good use. On your knees. Mouth open for me."

Eagerly I dropped, grabbing his legs for support. I writhed and lifted up against him, as I knew he liked, enjoying the rough feel of his jeans on my naked skin. I was a fiend for his cock, needing it with every throbbing cell in my body. After carefully unzipping his fly, I took him deep immediately, wanting to please him with my hot, very wet mouth.

His fingers tangled in my hair and tugged hard, as he looked at me and smiled. "Whoa, my eager minx, slow down. Tease it first; make me want to give it to you as much as you want it in your mouth."

I gave a little whine, but I slid my mouth slowly back until only the head was in my mouth. I swept my tongue over the very tip, working it into the small slit there and tasting a little of his pre-cum. Then I let his cock drop from my mouth and thoroughly licked over it, pointing my tongue and concentrating on the places he was sensitive...the long vein on the underside, the sensitive spot just under the glans.

Soon he groaned with approval, murmuring, "My filthy cockslut, so needy, so focused on my pleasure. Such a good girl for me. Open wide now and take it all." His words only drove me higher, until I was vibrating with need, the need for him to come in my mouth. He wasn't slow or patient now, ramming his length into me repeatedly, then pausing to go deep and hold himself there. I moaned and hummed my own pleasure until finally he came, my nose pressed against his crotch by his firm hand at the back of my head until he stopped moving.

My own hands curled tight against his thighs while I swallowed repeatedly. My nails dug into him as his release nearly triggered one of my own. I found myself in a strange frenzy, not wanting to stop, licking him and nuzzling him until he had to push me away and soothe me.

"Shhh, easy now, pet," he said, sitting down on the floor and cradling me against him. He traced the line that the gag had left where it had pressed into the corner of my mouth. "That was very nice, wasn't it? I think we'll be using that gag quite often."

I pressed my face into his shoulder and gave a helpless shudder. We'd only been together a short while, yet he already knew me so well.

A secret smile played on my lips, and I found myself wondering how other kinds of gags might feel...