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I’m not allowed to see, but I can hear. It’s frustrating and exciting all at once. She even tied my wrists and ankles to the bed posts so that I can’t reach out and touch her.

I can hear the movement of material as she takes her top off. She’s doing it slowly so I can easily imagine every moment of it; slowly revealing her stomach, and her bra, before it moves over her head and messes up her hair.

“That’s better, isn’t it?”

My body is shuffled around as she climbs on top of me. From the rough material against my legs I know that she hasn’t taken her jeans off yet.

Her lips are suddenly against mine. They’re soft. They don’t linger for nearly long enough and I strain to bring them back as she moves away. She chuckles softly,

“Someone’s eager, but I’ve got a better use for your mouth.”

I bite my tongue. Material moves. A soft click. Something is thrown to the floor.

Her bare breasts squish against my chest as she pushes them against me, and my breath catches in my throat. I can feel her nipples harden as she rubs them against my body. The weight lifts for a moment, before a heavy softness is pressed either side of my face. It’s hard to breath as my nose and mouth is pressed deep inside her cleavage. What I can manage to take in is heavy with her scent. Drowning in her is amazing.

One of her breasts is pushed against my lips and I instinctively open my mouth. I start to flick my tongue over her nipple, planning to slowly savour my offered meal, but she has other plans and her whole breast is forced into my mouth. It’s a challenge to fit the whole thing inside, I have to open my jaw as wide as possible and it fills the space, totally.

It’s still hard to breath.

I know she loves seeing me gagged, and I’m not about to complain at her getting off to me having my mouth filled up by her breasts. My jaw already aches as my teeth brush against her skin, fighting not to bite down, while my tongue moves over anything it can in the limited space. I can feel her eyes on me as I taste her.

There’s a moments rest as she leans back to remove her breast from my mouth, but before I can relax my jaw, the other has already been squished inside.

Her breath tickles my ear as she leans close, “You’ve got to treat them equally, don’t you?”

I try to state my agreement but it just comes out as garbled nonsense as my tongue is unable to create words around her plump flesh. She giggles again and I feel her breast move in my mouth from the laughter.

“You shouldn’t talk with your mouth full.”

Despite her words, she’s smug. What’s the point of a gag if you don’t try to make noise through it? Knowing that my attempted speech would encourage her I mumble an apology. I only wish I could look up at her while I do so, instead of only seeing darkness. I want to see the cheeky expression I know she’s wearing, and how her hair falls awkwardly over her face as she looks down at me, blushing from embarrassment. Ah she’s so cute.

There’s an awkward slurping sound we both try to ignore as she pulls her breast from out of my mouth. Before I can comment, her lips are against mine. It’s a deeper kiss this time. Less light and playful, and more filled with lust. Her eagerness makes me dizzy. Damn I want to hold her, to press her against me. The rope around my wrists is being so unfair, the more I strain the more I want her. She’s treating me like a toy to be played with and there’s nothing I can do about it.

I mumble words around her lips, “More, please. Give me more.”

She stops kissing me. No come back. I strain to return to her lips, but a soft material is pushed against them instead. It’s the plate gag; a flat piece that gets fixed around my head and jams my lips shut, while a soft leather insert fills my mouth. She’s telling me I’m not allowed to be demanding. My punishment for using words is her favourite gag. While I prefer others, she says she loves how sexy it looks in its simplicity, yet from the right angle she can still see it filling my mouth. The memory of her words has me pulling at the rope around my wrists again. Come undone. Let me hold her.

I moan as I feel her weight leave me. But there’s that sound of material against her skin, again. She’s taking off her jeans. I silence myself to hear the sound of her trousers drop to the floor. As she climbs back on top of me the feeling of her legs against mine has my eyes rolling. She’s only wearing her pants now, and I can feel how excited she’s become. A frustrated noise I had no control over comes from deep within me. I’m just an animal that’s longing for her, now.

“Aww, are we not feeling very patient today?”

I don’t even try to form words, and simply moan my desires at her. My breathing is so heavy. I’m losing control of my thoughts as she rubs against me.

“Too bad. I’m going to tease you until you go crazy. It’s more fun that way.”

The bed squeaks as I strain to break free, to the response of more mischievous laughter.

She’s going to break me. And I’m willing it to happen.