Master placed his silver 9mm handgun against her face, sliding it from one cheek to the other and finally into her opened mouth. It was cold, solid and thick.
Oh...My...God. It's a fucking gun?
She swirled her little wet tongue around the barrel and wrapped her lips around it. Sliding her mouth over it and tightening her lips like Master enjoys. He pushed the gun farther into her mouth; she could feel her back teeth beginning to scrape the gun. It felt like an hour before her jaw began to ache maneuvering around this hard metal tube. It tasted metallic and her lipstick was smearing all over the barrel.
Enough already...
He shoved it back a little further and she gagged, it wasn't fleshy like a man's cock. This was painful. A small drip of saliva trailed down the side of her mouth. Master held it there and admired her struggling for breath. She squirmed a little before he took the gun out of her mouth. She was breathing heavily her mouth cramping from the unrelenting solid gun. Her cheeks were streaked with her black tears.
"Are you enjoying your punishment today Slave?" Master said softly, running the back of his hand on her stained cheeks.
Breathing heavily still, she swallowed her adrenaline and obvious pain.
"Y-Yes Sir, I am."
"Good girl." He said sweetly and kissed her mouth.
His kiss was warm and luscious, softly entering his tongue into her small wet mouth. He placed both of his large hands on her shoulders. He caressed her warm supple tan skin and pulled away.
Oh God...Please...Please...
He looked at her and he could smell the arousal coming from her pussy. It was sweet and there was lovely warmth behind the scent. He pushed her hair back behind her angled shoulders and kissed a trail down to her small round B cup cleavage.
"Unnh..." She moaned.
She felt him stop abruptly.
"Did I say you could make any noise?"
Oh shit.
She was caught up into the moment. It was dark through her blind fold, all she could see were the pictures in her head of him fucking her senseless. Her thighs spread wide open, his hands holding her ankles at his shoulders and the sopping, slap noises of her soaked pussy taking his massive cock.
"Bad girl." Master said firmly, "What the hell am I going to do with you? You're just not learning today. Tsk, tsk, tsk..."
Bad girl...It sounds so horrible.
"It's a damn fucking shame I have to do this slave. As much as I love what comes out of your mouth, moans without my permission will not be tolerated."
She felt her face get warm, the knot in her throat made itself present. Tears began forming behind the blindfold. She felt him step away from her. Master was standing in front of her and she could feel him glaring. He cleared his throat and he walked back into the closet where his trunk is. He reopened it, shuffled through his things and shut the trunk harder than the last time. It was his favorite gag ball. The beautiful shiny red ball and perfect one inch leather straps connecting to the pretty shiny silver buckle. He walked over to her and sighed heavily. With the ball in his hand he stood behind her and grabbed the rope connecting her neck and ankles.
"Open your fucking mouth you naughty girl."
"Yes Master."
She did as she was told and he strapped her into the gag ball. He began untying the rope and released all her limbs. Her knees were going to be black and blue in the morning.
"Get up." He scolded.
Blind and on all fours she got up like a newborn animal, weak and blind. She was shivering and still breathing heavily. Master grabbed her by the back of the hair.
"Come into the other room."
