Slipping Into Depravity Ch 14

by Eve St. Albert

SAM

"A ball gag!" I held up the red latex ball. "Matching ones. How thoughtful! His and hers, do you think? Or could he just not decide?"

"I think it's the thought that counts," Kayley said. We were sitting on the love seat facing each other, her legs over my lap.

"I can imagine those thoughts," I said. "I think our new friend might be a bit kinky?"

"You think?" she giggled. Her knees flexed on my lap, as she shifted position.

"Well," I said, "it's a lovely 'getting to know you' better gift. We should get him a 'thank you card' - let's go down to the ball-gag section at Hallmark and pick out something nice."

I eyed her.

"I do like the necklace," I said. "Did he pick that out too?"

"Half and half," she told me. "He helped me pick it out. And he helped me put it on."

I nodded.

"It was actually quite sexy," Kayley said. He stood right behind me, really close, and I mean really close."

"How close?"

"Let's just say 'being able to tell whether someone is circumcised' or not sort of close. I lifted up my hair like this..." She demonstrated, placing her hands sensually behind her ears and moving up, letting her hair lift and cascade. "And then he clasped it at the back of my neck. It was quite sensuous."

"You did this in public?" I demanded. "You slut!"

I stared at the red ball gag, dangling from the strap in my hand.

"How about this?" I asked. "Did he try it on you?"

Kayley rolled her eyes.

"That? That would have been a bit much," she said.

"If he had," I asked. "Would you have let him?"

Kayley shrugged.

"I don't know. I mean, out on the street, no way. But inside the store, somewhat private... maybe. I don't think they let customers try out the merchandise though," she said. "You'd have to buy first."

I nodded.

"That makes sense. So what was it like?" I asked. "Looking at all those sex toys with Leroy."

"Weird," she said thoughtfully. "I mean, there was a lot of kinky stuff there, I'm just browsing and looking at things. It was erotic. Sensual, but in a weird flirty way?"

"Didn't grab you? Cop a feel?"

"Not out in the middle of the store. He flirted, but we'd agreed on limits. He promised not to try to fuck me, and he kept that promise."

"I don't know that I would," I said, "in his pace."

Kayley was just so damned hot. She really had her nipple action going on today, they were actually pushing visibly through her bra. I thought her little lunch excursion with Leroy this afternoon must have really turned her on. There's nothing to get a girl going wild, than to wave a lollipop in front of her and not let her put it in her mouth, if you know what I mean.

"He told me stuff. A story about the Texas Trojan."

"He was on a football team?" I asked. "Or was he talking condoms."

"No," Kayley said. "Apparently, there's a fetish club down in Houston, and they have this fucking machine that uses a horse shaped dildo."

"Horse shaped? Weird."

"Horse cock shaped," she corrected.

"That's even weirder."

"There was an entire display of animal-themed dildos in the store. Bizarre. Anyway, they built a an aluminum frame horse effigy around it, so women climb up under it and..."

"That's demented."

"It was so crazy, I had to look it up." She played with her phone a little, and handed it to me. "Here. It's for real. There's an actual video clip."

Sure enough, there it was, on the small screen. The caption 'Texas Trojan' and then multiple shots of what looked like a stylized horse shape, caught in mid-rear, with its forehooves arching, made with whitish silver tubing, with lights and tubes and wires running through it. In the aft part, back from the horse itself, was what looked like some sort of motor attached to a rotary wheel and a shaft, and on the end of the shaft in the right place between the horse's hips... I video clip played. A woman with large and improbably firm breasts got on a bench under it at the right spot and...

"Oh my!" I said.

"The nostrils blowing smoke and the eyes lighting up?" she asked.

"Yep."

"Apparently, there's an operator who controls the depth, angle, speed for the experience. And if the woman orgasms, the horse lights up, and a smoke machine discharges," she told me.

I nodded.

"Apparently," she said, "it's quite popular. There are a lot of volunteers. And they have different models. A Bull version. A dragon. A giraffe..."

"A giraffe?"

"I don't get that either," she said. "I mean a lion or a rhino, that would sort of make sense. But who fetishizes a giraffe?"

"Leroy's been there?" I asked.

"He claims that he just heard of it. But honestly, it sounded so bizarre I just thought he was making shit up. So I researched a little."

"Hmmm," I said. I handed the phone back to her. "That is so... weird."

"Yeah," she said. "Anyway, that--"

"The boutique," I thought out loud. "I think we may have been there a while back. Is that the place with the peep show area?"

She nodded.

"Way in the back, yes."

"Did he try and talk you into going there?" I asked.

"Nn-- No," she said. "He was very well behaved. Besides," she continued, "I knew better than to let him talk me into that. But he didn't try. Or he didn't try hard."

"He didn't try at all?" I asked. "Or he didn't try hard?"

"He didn't try very hard," she said mischievously. "But I think we both would have been disappointed if he didn't at least try."

She was playing with me, I thought. Teasing me with the thought of her in the booths. I almost wished he'd taken her in, just so I could hear the story.

I smiled, switching hands and holding the ball-gag between two fingers.

"I suppose so," I said. "I'm glad you didn't go in."

She didn't reply, watching as I held up the the new toy. "I do like the ball-gag. Still, it seems a bit of a reckless purchase. We have no idea whether it would fit?"

I lifted it, and held it out to her casually.

"What do you think?" I asked. "Or does the store have an exchange policy?"

I moved it closer, for her to look at.

"He said he had a pretty good eye."

It was just an inch or two away from her chin.

"I should hope so," I said. "Still you have to be careful."

Gently, I touched it to her lips.

"Mmm?' she said questioningly. I pressed it a little harder, silencing her. I let my fingers rotate a little, as it smeared against her lipstick. Her eyes crossed as she tried to stare at the red ball pressing against her lips.

"You're right," I said, "it does match your lipstick."

My cock was hardening. Her nipples, even through her blouse were prominent, they'd been visible, now they were poking.

I held it against her lips, patiently. Her eyes looked down at it, then directly at me. I smiled, waiting. Her lips opened wider, I could feel the ball against her bare teeth. Her eyes looked down again.

Come on, I thought. Come on. I didn't push it or try to force, I just held it there against her lips and teeth, waiting to see what she would do. Accept it? Or reject it?

Her breathing quickened slightly.

I felt her jaw part against the rubber surface even before I saw the motion. Her tongue slid out, pushing against the rubber ball, a sensation different from the pressure against her teeth. I let her tongue push back a little. Her lips were still pressed against it.

Slowly I felt the pressure of her tongue moving it, lashing the ball, first left and right, then up and down, then a casual circular motion. Her eyes shifted to me, looking mischievous. As her jaw widened, and her mouth opened.

When her mouth had opened sufficiently, her jaw parted, I felt her tongue retreat. Gently, I pushed the ball until it slid smoothly between her lips, coming to rest on the on the bed of her tongue, filling her mouth perfectly. I let the straps fall, and leaned back to admire the effect.

My cock was absolutely hard. I felt this wild breathless excitement that went beyond just sex or arousal, the thrill of doing something naughty. Or nasty. She blinked, her eyes shining, holding the ball in her mouth. I was being dangerous, a little unpredictable, and it turned her on.

"You're right," I said. "It fits! He does have a good eye. Don't you think?"

She stared at me.

"Oh," I said, fake-apologetically, "you can't talk with your mouth full! Usually, it's my cock. But honestly, I'm kind of liking this."

She blinked, breathing deeply.

"You know," I said, "you're wonderfully articulate and verbal. It's practically your superpower. It's kind of amazing to see you silenced like this. It's like the ball-gag is kryptonite, it takes your power away."

I ran my hand along her knee on my lap, and then slid it up her skirt. Odd, I could have sworn she'd put on slacks this morning. I pushed the random thought away. I let my fingers dance along her bare thighs, tickling slightly, making her squirm.

"We've taken away your power of speech," I said. "You can't communicate. You can't ask or demand, request, complain. You can't do anything. I imagine you must feel very helpless right at this moment.

I grinned mischievously.

"Why I could do anything," I said. "And you couldn't say 'No!'"

I slid my hand down her bunched up skirt, but just before I slipped under, I reached up and tweaked one of those swollen nipples. Her eyelids fluttered, she gasped around the gag, and moaned, throwing her head back. She was performing of course, the reaction was exaggerated. Her nipples were sensitive, but not that sensitive. Nevertheless, I enjoyed it immensely.

"What does Thomas Moore say," I said, "that old English gentleman? Silence is consent? Well, I guess this means your consent has been determined. I could do anything with you..."

I smiled.

"Or to you."

Her eyes widened.

Amused, I pushed one knee off of me, so her foot was on the floor. The other, I lifted as I changed position, sitting upright, pushing it back until I could ease her leg on the other side of her body. Now I was between her spread legs, one on the floor, the other against the back of the love seat, her skirt hunched up so far along her thighs I could see her red lace panties. She allowed me to move her body around like a doll.

"Well," I said, pushing my fingers up the center line of those panties, pushing gently inwards to make a camel toe, "now I'm sure Leroy has behaved himself, or you wouldn't have panties on at all!"

She blushed then, breathing quickly around the ball gag. I was liking this new toy! For a moment, I concentrated on the camel toe I'd made, pushing the fabric deeper, drawing my finger up to rub the lace against her clit.

Kayley simply watched, her eyes wide and lustful, leaning back as I posed her and played with her. Although her arms were free, they hung limp at her sides. The straps of her ball gag hung down on either side.

"I think," I said, "you're enjoying this too much. Let's try something else."

I reached up and tweaked her nipple, squeezing it. Her back arched and she squeaked around the ball gag, again that exaggerated reaction. I lifted my other hand, taking both and tweaking them, as she writhed and gasped.

"I think this is much more fun," I told her. Puffing a little, she nodded slightly.

I began to unbutton her blouse, one button at a time, after which I'd give a nipple a random tweak or stroke her red lace camel toe, or simply caress her cheek or her inner thigh. Then I'd do another button. Soon, her front was open. I pulled the blouse from her skirt, leaving her wonderfully disheveled.

"Oh my," I said, "down to your bra? I'm afraid you look quite slutty, my dear. That body..." I reached forward laying my hands on her shoulders, working my fingers under her bra straps, "... that body is just begging to be used. You don't mind? No? No objections? Then I'll proceed."

My fingers under her bra straps, I lifted my hands slightly, curling my fingers so the straps were pulled tight, lifting her cups. Very slowly my fingertips descended down to the tops of her breasts, lifting and opening her bra, pulling the tops of the cups away from her pert mammaries. She sighed loudly through the gag.

I ignored her, pulling the cups further out, the straps now digging sight into her shoulders, as I slid my hands along the under curve of her breasts, and then up towards her nipples, until I had them trapped between my fingers, rubbing them gently. Kayley's eyelids fluttered, and she arched her back, throwing her head back in surrender.

"Oh," I said, "I think these are very sensitive! Let's see them!"

Her bra clasped at the front, so with a simple motion, the hook came free and I opened her cups with the same sensual anticipation that I used to spread her legs. Her perfect pert breasts were finally exposed. They were breathtaking. Her nipples were swollen, almost dark.

I teased one, feeling her body shake at the touch, her spine twist, listening to a sudden intake of breath around the gag. Interesting, I teased them both, alternating touches. Maybe she wasn't exaggerating.

"Wow!" I said. "Your nipples are really sensitive today." I wondered why? "Some hormonal thing, I suppose. Where are you in your cycle?"

Her eyes drifted down to stare at her erect swollen nipples. I pinched one, and she jolted.

"Since they're so swollen and sensitive," I told her, "we should really be careful with them. I'd hate for you to think of me as the sort of cad who would take advantage of them."

She lifted her head, our eyes met. I smiled gently. Then I flicked her other nipple, jolting her again. I grinned.

"Oh, who am I kidding?" I said cheerfully. "We both know I'm going to torture the fuck out of these nipples."

I teased one gently, and looked up at her.

"You know, I've heard it's possible to have an orgasm solely through intense nipple stimulation."

She shook her head frantically, eyes wide, making squealing noises. But notably, she didn't lift her arms.

"Shall we find out?"

Urgent head shaking, the loose straps flew. Wide eyes. Pleading look.

"Excellent," I said. "I'm glad we agree!"

A muffled wailing around the gag.

I pushed at her knee, preparing to get up, and paused.

"Kayley," I said sweetly, "I just have to go and get a few things. Before I do, I think I should establish a few rules. You've been very good, but let's make it official: The ball gag stays in. You can turn your head, but that's it. You don't move your arms, unless I tell you. In fact, you don't move your body at all, unless I move it for you. Understand? If you move without permission, then I will tie you up. And I will punish you."

She slowly nodded at me.

I smiled.

"Good," I told her. "Now of course you are free to ask, to request, to suggest or communicate, to let me know how you're doing, or whether you want something or need something, or anything like that... Oh wait! No you can't! You're gagged! Well, never mind."

She squinted at me and tried to look angry. I laughed and kissed her on the forehead. I leaned back a little, played with her breasts, drawing my fingertips lightly around them, feeling their shape, cupping them in my palms. She has such perfect breasts. Everything about her is perfect. After a moment, my fingers found her nipples, stroking them gently, working to a firm grip. I looked her in the eyes.

"Ready?" I asked.

There was the faintest nod, her eyes closed. I released her nipples and got off the couch. Kayley's eyes went wild, there was garbled protest around the gag. I couldn't make out what it was, but I had the general sentiment. She was complaining. Women and their nipples - torture, don't torture, they're never happy, I thought.

I wandered into the bedroom, picked up a few things. Wandered into the kitchen, checked the fridge. Grabbed a large and small plastic container, and came back. As I walked around the apartment, her head tracked me, eyes silently following my every footstep and movement. Her body, as ordered, remained perfectly limp, sprawled doll-like exactly as I'd left it.

I grinned and waved.

The ball gag looked good. No matter where I was in the apartment, no matter what angle I viewed or glimpsed her from, far or close, the distended jaws and shiny latex ball looked incredibly sexy.

I sat down with her, laying the container on an end table. Her eyes tracked it, but the lid was on, so she couldn't see inside. I knew she was mad curious. She was flushed, her cheeks were red, it was extending down to the tops of her breasts. She was really aroused.

"Miss me?" I said cheerfully. She just stared at me, wide eyed and blinking, helpless.

I checked her panties. Her camel toe had faded, the fabric had slowly pulled back into shape. But I was gratified to see a narrow, wet, wine red, stain running up and down the center.

"Oh my," I said, prodding it and feeling the slickness. "Is someone wet? Someone is definitely wet."

I drew my fingertip back and forth, making her moan slightly. "Let me help you with that," I told her, restoring the camel toe to its former glory, working the thin band of fabric so deep into her pussy that half her pubes on either side were exposed, and her clitoris was a bump on the tight stretched fabric.

I smiled.

"So you're probably wondering what I've got here, waiting for you?"

I opened the lid, and took out a little jar, like a lipstick bottle, with a little paint brush in the lid. Her eyes widened and she shook her head slightly, making an "Eek!" noise around the ball gag. The straps waved a little when she shook her head.

"Oh," I said, putting the jar down. "Silly me. Look at you. I forgot to buckle in your gag. Gosh. Shall we take care of it."

A very slight nod.

"All right," I said. "I want you to put your hair up. Just the way you did for him."

Her eyebrows lifted.

I made a magical gesture. "I hereby decree your arms are compelled to lift your hair."

Her eyes on me, she slowly raised her arms, bringing her fingertips sensuously to her nape. Her hands slid around behind her neck, the play of muscles revealing that her fingers were lacing. She lifted up, her hair rising and cascading around her, exposing and baring her neck. The gesture was effortlessly and breathtakingly sensual.

I leaned forward taking the two straps in my hands. I brought my face close to hers, looking deep into her eyes. My lips pursed, and our faces touched. I felt my lips press against the latex ball protruding from here mouth. It was weird, and a little sexy, and off putting.

I backed away a little.

"You know," I said, "one thing I don't like about the ball-gag is that it keeps me from kissing you properly."

Here jaws opened wider, I pulled the gag from her lips. Our heads moved together, and we kissed, tenderly and passionately. And there was a moment, after the kiss ended, that I had an impulse to stop messing with the ball, toss it in the corner, and just make love.

But as the kiss ended and we moved apart, her jaw dropped and her mouth opened wide in naked invitation. So I slipped the ball back in. Her jaws closed on it. Her eyes sparkled at me. If you can smile around a ball gag, she was in it. I grabbed the straps again, and bent them around her neck, fastening them, as we stared into each other's eyes.

"Looser shake," I told her. "Tighter, nod."

She nodded. I tightened.

Nodded again.

Another notch. The straps were so tight they cut into her cheeks, changing the shape of her face. The ball was set a little further back, her lips were more emphasized around the ball. I leaned back, a little, and stared.

Her brow furrowed a little.

"Oh it's nothing," I said. "I just, I've never seen you like this. It makes you look different. Beautiful, in a mysterious, exotic way."

She tilted her chin and blinked.

"I'd love to take pictures," I said. "I think they'd be amazing. But I think they'd distract us from the flow. Besides, you'd probably mess around, cross your eyes and things, and we'd get completely distracted."