Chapter 2: Added Touch

Chapter 2: Added Touch

Did I mention that I get damned horny and turned on when I’m tied, a feeling that is accompanied by intense frustration? Pretty sure I did. Well, we both knew that Sara was planning to leave me for a while. Quite a while, probably. And we both knew that, being unable to touch myself in any useful manner, I would become very frustrated. When that happens, it is not unusual for me to moan loudly, curse colorfully and, eventually, reach the point where I’m yelling for someone to come over and touch me.

Yes, that does happen. It’s sort of part of the game, and we both enjoy the intense feelings this type of game engenders. But a screaming, horny naked woman is not desirable from a good neighborhood point of view. I may try to keep it down, but I have been known to yell for Sara to come and relieve my frustration. She usually doesn’t, but that doesn’t stop me from calling to her. Often in rather colorful language, as it happens, and loudly.

See where this is leading?

The answer is, of course, that I get gagged. Doesn’t always prevent noises from escaping but usually keeps them down to an acceptable limit. There are two ways we usually gag each other. The first is a rubber ball. We poke a hole through it and shove a small leather dog collar through that. Then the ball is shoved into the mouth and the collar buckled tightly behind the head.

There are two things you have to be aware when using the ball gag. First, if the ball is a bit too large for the mouth, forcing it in will put a lot of stress on the jaw muscles, and they soon get to aching. That ache can turn into quite a pain, so we usually only use a ball gag when we know that it will not be in place for too long. And we make sure that the ball is just the right size to fill the mouth and no more. The other point about a ball gag is that it is really not all that effective. Oh, it usually presses down the tongue and make speech difficult, but you can still make loud sounds, some of which are almost recognizable as words.

We use a different type of gag, one that is effective and not all that uncomfortable for longer periods of time. And I do mean a long time; hours sometimes. It’s simple. You shove something large into the mouth. We have used a large, compressible sponge-like nerf ball, a rolled up wash rag, and the ever popular wadded up pair of used panties. The latter is not used very often because when we wear panties (which is surprisingly rarely), it is usually a very small pair. Skimpy. Tiny. You know. Doesn’t fill the mouth enough.

So we usually use a wash rag because that is about the right size to fill the mouth. We have several compressible rubber balls that work well also.

Anyway, the rag is stuffed into the mouth. Immediately strong, wide tape is wrapped around the head directly over the mouth. We like what is called “duct” tape. It’s very strong and very sticky. Five or six windings of that around your head will keep any type of gag in place. And it’s damned near impossible to work it off.

That was what Sara used that afternoon, only she pulled a fast one on me. The rag she used had been soaked in extra strong Mexican hot sauce. By the time I realized what she had done, the duct tape was going around my head and I couldn’t push that rag out. At that point I had already been bound to the pole, so there was nothing I could do about it.

Well, I did try to yell at her, but that kind of gag works pretty well at dampening the sound level. In fact, what does escape comes mostly through the nose.

I tried to make as much noise as I could, and shook my body. Sara only smiled at me. I strained against the ropes in an effort to get my hands free so I could rip that gag off, but, as usual, she had tied me very well. We have both had a lot of practice tying each other up, and, as I say, have gotten very good at it.

She patted my bare breast and told me to have a good time. After telling me that she might be home by midnight, she sashayed away, swinging her hips in a provocative manner. My muted curses didn’t seem to faze her at all.

My curses were not just for show. I was really mad. I don’t mind a spicy Mexican dish, but to have a mouth full of pure hot sauce is a whole order of magnitude greater. My tongue and every taste bud in my mouth felt on fire. Long after she was out of sight, I was still straining against the ropes in a useless attempt to bring my hands up to where they could rip off that gag and get that damned rag out of my mouth.