Abra-ka-gag-ya!

Postby Soul_Rebel » Sat Feb 28, 2015 5:23 pm

Had an interesting dream, elaborated on it a bit, and wanted to share.

Everyone knew my girlfriend was into witchcraft. Some of them even believed....that she really was a witch. I wish people were not so superstitious. Molly with her paranoid thoughts I was cheating, and my damn friends falling into her perfect trap. The inane nature of it all makes me groan "mmmph" into the socks and tape Molly so thoughtfully gagged me with.

She read it all wrong! I was just meeting up with an old friend. She made the first move, and I got out of there quick. Before anything else could happen... By the smell of the cloth on my eyes, it's gotta be her stockings. Perfume and ... her.

"Don't try and struggle hun. They all believe you are gone now."
That's right, she convinced them all, I had been turned into this black haired mutt she had been keeping around.
"They will take care of that doggie, and you will be my new pet. All mine, all the time."

My only hope was that someone would see through this ridiculous charade. So far she was getting away with it!

Knock Knock
Being only a room over from the front door, I could hear the entire exchange. "We don't believe you turned Bennie into a dog. In fact, I don't even think you are a real witch!" That was my sister, testing Molly for a her metal.

I made my best grunting into that tape. It was clearly a "help i'm somebody gagged against my will" sound.

"What's that sound!?"
Molly was quick to patch that little hole up, "oh i'm watching episodes of criminal minds."

One of the girls with my sis was her older friend Kristin, "that sounds a lot like someone's kindapped in there."

"It is. I'm watching an episode right now where some young snoopy girls come bothering a poor old lady and end up dressed in lots of duct tape, crying for their mommys."

Kristin retorted, "your not a poor old lady! Your a mean woman. We'll find out what you've done with Bennie! Come on Jane, let's leave this witch alone!"

They slammed the door. I sighed into my gag, sobbing a bit.

TBC?
Whips and chains may break my bones, but ropes and gags excite me!

The image in my avatar is the work of Vonnart

"Duct tape makes you smart." - Michael Weston

Re: Abra-ka-gag-ya!

Postby Ryguy98 » Sat Feb 28, 2015 6:39 pm

Lovin' it so far! Especially the sock gag and the stockings on his face, please continue i'm interested to see what happens next :)

Re: Abra-ka-gag-ya!

Postby Soul_Rebel » Mon Mar 09, 2015 6:21 am

"If I were to release you, there wouldn't be any talk of coming back with the police to get me in handcuffs, would there? I know how much you'd like to see a big police man bend me over his hood and lock my wrists behind my back. I'd even wear a skirt for you. But not today. I don't think you want me locked up, do you?"

My response was a mix of moaning and grunting. She had made me unable to respond with the meticulous gagging. Was she just asking me questions to hear my gagged speech? Gag talk was one of her favorites.

"Don't worry, i'm not planning on letting you go..."
I freaked, trying to communicate my wish to talk about this!

".....anytime soon. Chill, you'll be out of this...eventually, and we'll be a better couple than ever before!!!!"
Whips and chains may break my bones, but ropes and gags excite me!

The image in my avatar is the work of Vonnart

"Duct tape makes you smart." - Michael Weston

Re: Abra-ka-gag-ya!

Postby Soul_Rebel » Sat Mar 21, 2015 8:46 am

The wax was one of her favorites. She had made a point to seal my gag with wax, dribbling the hot stuff and smearing her fingers across the substance. I tried to drown the pain and presevere; gagged moaning would only goad her on. She wanted to hear me scream.

Unfortunately the random and constant nature of the pain prevented me from accomplishing this task. "Mmmm hun keep it up. I love it when you gag talk!"

A rap on the door grabbed her attention. "I'll take care of this, sit tight."

Trying desperatley to make sound, I began to struggle and grunt. After several minutes some thrashing sounds were heard. Then a large figure entered the room. Well, at least it looked large until part of it detached from the bottom half. It was a short, stocky man in camo. The load that dropped was a bound and gagged version of Molly. Her eyes met mine and she began to roll them, swearing into her cleave gag.

"We're going to have some fun," the man said ominously...
Whips and chains may break my bones, but ropes and gags excite me!

The image in my avatar is the work of Vonnart

"Duct tape makes you smart." - Michael Weston