HappyComeLucky

Am I gagging for it? A lot of you will be chuckling, knowing what the answer is. But this time I am talking about gags.

Gags are something that appear more in my fantasies than reality. I have a gorgeous drool gag that I love. It almost makes me remember not to talk. I rarely use it of my own volition though and that is because I am so greedy.

Wearing a gag is so much more than keeping me quiet. In so many ways, having my voice taken away is the smallest part of wearing a gag. The part of wearing a gag that makes me squirm is about losing the ability to use my mouth. It annoys me that the thought of having something so important to me restricted makes me squirm and need. My life would be far less complicated if things that frustrated me weren’t also hot.

When you gag me, all that I can think about is how much I need to kiss you. To feel our lips press together as we start to meld. To feel and taste every inch of your skin as I work my way down your body. I need to be able to lick along your flesh and feel the way your skin reacts. I need to have my teeth on you while I decide is this the right time to be primal and bite.

I need to be able to kiss your hips and your thighs. I need to be able to kiss, lick and suck – worshipping you with my mouth. I need my mouth to express my need and adoration, and my greed.

When you pull those straps and buckle it tight, I know that I have to accept that you are in charge. That I am there to be used. When you fasten that gag, I know that you have planned how you want this to feel and that sends a shock of need straight through my cunt.

What about those other times? When you decide in the moment? When in the moment you decide to drag my knickers off and push them into my mouth. The heat of that moment is so loaded with filth. My sense of taste and smell are filled with me. My mindset changes when you push those knickers into my mouth.

It’s using those as a gag that makes me crave degradation.  What if it isn’t just me that I can taste on them? What if you have already come on them before balling them up into my mouth. Maybe you came in them earlier and made me keep wearing them while I wondered what else you had in store for me. Maybe it’s a few hours later that you decide its time to push the wet cloth in so that it fills my mouth.

Maybe you decide that you really want to push me and find out whether there is a limit to the degradation that I crave. Maybe. Just maybe you take my knickers and make me watch as you piss on them, telling me that you know that I am such a filthy slut and that you know that my cunt is soaked just knowing what comes next. Maybe you stare deep into my eyes as you push the sodden fabric until it fills my mouth and my awareness. Am I meant to beg you not to? Because I dont think I will. The look that will be in my eyes is hard for me to describe but it will be full of adoration for stripping me down to my core by degradation.