"Move the webcam up, I want to be able to see the overview of the room. No, higher. Yes, like that. Is there something there you can put the camera on? Good, that's perfect."
Rose took the framed photo down and used the wire from the webcam to hang the camera on the wall. She stepped back and looked at the computer screen to see what he saw. Most of the room was visible on the screen. There she was standing in the bottom of the frame and behind her was a white towel on the ground. Clearly visible on the towel was an arrangement of toys and devices, all of which he had chosen. There were three butt plugs ranging from small to wide, a dildo with a thick head and a vibrator with a skinny one. There were an arrangement of balls of different sizes and colors, some with vibrators and others with a weighted inner ball that would make them wiggle and tremble inside her. There was a bottle of her favorite lube and several smaller towels for any mess. There were cloth ribbons of various colors, lengths, and thickness as well as thinner, stronger ropes.
Finally there was the remote. The remote was attached by a wire to a machine set on the floor. The machine, about two feet high was one of her favorite toys, very helpful with a long distance master. It was a fucking machine, but despite its small size, it was very flexible. The thick cock was on the end of a long rod which could be brought closer to the machine and determined the length of the stroke. The four legs of the machine could be altered to raise it and lower it to fit her needs and there were washers and locks that allowed her to change the angle. Her master had spent a long weekend at the house last year making her take different positions and letting the machine fuck her. He had carefully made a list of the angles that worked in different ways with the machine in different positions. It had been a fun weekend but the list of numbers and positions he had created had filled her with awe. Since then he could have the machine fuck her in any way he wanted by consulting the long list to find the perfect way to torture and please her.
"Alright, ready to play princess?" He asked her and she nodded silently. They were playing the silent game and she was determined to make it through. There were only a few simple rules to this game. The first was the same rule as any game; she would obey him without hesitation. The second was a little more difficult, she was not allowed to talk at all. She could scream, cry, moan, groan, and whimper, but not speak. This was a very hard game for her since she always answered him with "yes Master" or "thank you Master." She knew he liked hearing these words from her and had no idea what it was about watching her struggle not to answer that he liked. In the long run it didn't matter though, it was a fun game and she looked forward to the ways he would tease and torment her. The only thing she did not like about the game was that when she did finally mess up, calling out to him for one reason or another, he ended the game immediately. This meant that she was left straining against orgasms, denied permission, and left to suffer on her own. She secretly suspected this was the purpose of the game but she never asked and he never volunteered.
"Good girl, now today's game is going to be a little more difficult." He grinned and she felt her stomach tighten. "So I'm going to help you. Isn't that nice of me?" She opened her mouth to answer, then quickly closed it and nodded instead. He laughed at the pout on her face.
"Strip." He said and she slid the sundress from her shoulders. It fell at a puddle by her feet and she picked it up, folded it neatly, and placed it on the chair. She stepped back onto the blanket lying on the floor in front of the machine to ensure he could see her and then slowly lowered her panties.
"Good girl" he said, "freeze just like that." She had bent to pick the panties up off the floor and now froze. "Kneel." He said.
She lowered to her knees and spread her thighs wide. She knew this position, was comfortable in it after spending so much time. She shifted her weight so that her thighs spread father and set back on her heels. She straightened her back and raised her shoulders, thrusting her breasts out toward him. Swinging her head she threw her long brown hair behind her so it would not hide her face and lifted her chin. She started with her eyes on the ground in order to show submission though he never minded seeing the emotions play in her eyes and would let her look at him as she wished. She checked her position, spread her thighs a little more, then held for his pleasure. She felt slightly off balance with her panties in her hand and her bra still on, but she felt that she was presenting herself to him as he liked and smiled.
"Good, now like I said I want to make the game a little harder today, so I'm going to help you because I really don't want it to end early." Her eyes shot up to the image of him on the camera, something in his tone was making her nervous. That wasn't a bad thing though, even as she stared at him cautiously her pussy grew moist and she had to fight the urge to press her thighs together.
"Ball the panties up and put them in your mouth." He instructed. Without realizing it she made a face at him, but quickly bundled the panties and daintily put them in her mouth. "No girl, shove them in. These aren't your choices, they're mine, and you will do as I intend. Understand?" Without thinking she tried to answer him but her "yes Master" came out garbled and unintelligible and she nodded instead. She shoved the panties fully into her mouth and focused on breathing through her nose. She hated being gagged, he knew that, but at least it had saved her from breaking the rules.
"Take that ribbon, no the red one, good." She picked the cloth up and held it for him to see. "Good, use that to tie the panties into your mouth. Yes, like that, tie it behind your head. Good. Try to talk." He instructed. She garbled at him, unable to form words with the panties pressing her tongue down tightly and preventing much sound from escaping. "Good, except I want it tighter. Untie it then pull it tight and retie it." She followed his instructions and felt the cloth biting into the sides of her mouth, stretching them and making her drool. The panties absorbed the drool but she knew it was only a matter of time before they were too wet. She lowered her head and glared at the ground, not wanting him to see her face. She hated gags, hated them with a passion. Her master did not agree, he said that she grew much wetter when gagged and that it was only a mental block that made her hate the gag. She had to admit that some of the games they played were all the more fun when gagged but it was still an instant reaction to get annoyed, angry, pouty, and a bit upset when gagged.
"All about trust, remember?" He asked and she looked up again to nod. Yes, it was about trust. Gagged she couldn't express any worries or concerns; she couldn't use a safe word or tell him when things were too scary or too rough. This made her very nervous despite the fact that she had never had to use her safe word and that her worries were always addressed before she could really state them.
