“Beautiful,” my Dom says, almost to himself.
“Thank you, Sir.”
“Well you too of course, though I was talking about my ropework,” he teases.
While I’m certain the intricate ropework crisscrossing my chest is gorgeous, my blindfold means I have to take his word for it.
“Then thank you, Sir, for the beautiful ropework.”
My shoulders are bound to one end of his coffee table, my knees are bent up, heels to butt, to tie my feet to the other end, and I am indeed grateful for these ropes.
“You’re welcome, bunny. But you just reminded me.”
He doesn’t finish the sentence, I just feel something press against my lips.
Obediently, I open my mouth to accept it. The taste of metal surprises me, but before I can wonder about it, the ring flips into place, my Dom pulling it tight behind my teeth. He secures the gag with a buckle, rendering me speechless and incredibly helpless- and aroused.
I feel a throb between my legs as my jaw is forced and then held open. It doesn’t matter what or even if he puts something in my mouth; the knowledge I wouldn’t be able to stop him has me wet already.