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Into: bondage, gags (this is a very gag-centered blog), toys, leather, breeding, praise, degradation, worship, oral, light breathplay, petplay, free use
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You think that the zip ties are coming off after the scene, but I know that you really need the bondage to relax. I move you, shower you, cuddle you and stroke your head as you go to sleep. You don't need to be able to move for yourself at all.
i NEED this.
when are they going to invent a machine that straps you down the moment you sit down, wrists tied down to the armrests, ankles secured seperately, each bound to a static point and utterly helpless. You try to get up but a strap is winding around your waist, pulling your body tight against the soft padding of the seat beneath you, and then thereâs a strap of leather wrapping around your throat and pulling tight enough to make you dizzy. Struggling harder as more straps wrap around your thighs, your arms, your body, feeling a gag forced into your mouth turning your cries for help into gasps and moans. The straps are pulling tighter on your body, and your heartbeat races but thereâs nothing you can do as your vision breaks down into static from the adrenaline and the collar taut against your throat. Youâre barely conscious of the visor lowering into your vision, strapped tight around your head, flooding your vision with bursting patterns and pretty spirals that rewrite your thoughts into that of an obedient toy.
Game over.
Dumb slut that can't stop talking about how horny they are so you lock a gag in their mouth but now you have to listen to their loud muffled moans in your ear while they beg through it to let them go
I wanna be tied up and gagged with a bone shaped gag and have a dom place a vibrator on my tdick and an auto fucker set to high and then tell me theyâre leaving and wonât be back for a few hours, but they hope I have fun while theyâre gone
Premise: Speech Control
Just a little list of ideas that I came up with on the topic of speech control. Some of these are about in person speaking, some are about texting, some are applicable to both. Some of these Iâd like to try, some of these I have tried, some of these I would probably not want to do, some Iâm indifferent to.
Word Restrictions
No swearing.
No puns.
Only being allowed to use words once per day.Â
Only being allowed to use words from a list of pre-approved words chosen by my partner.
Not being allowed to use words from a list of off limits words chosen by my partner, but otherwise able to speak freely.
Not being allowed to use words containing a certain letter of the alphabet, but otherwise able to speak freely.
Only being allowed to use short and simple words, limited by number of letters or number of syllables, or simply at my partnerâs discretion. (Imagine typing out an entire text and being met with âhmm, I think that word might be too big for you,â and having to agree and reword what youâve said.)
Having to refer to myself in the third person.
Having to refer to my partner by a title, honorific, or nickname they have chosen.
Having to use a lowercase âiâ to refer to myself.Â
Having to use capitalized pronouns to refer to my partner.Â
Limited Speech
Only being allowed to say a certain number of words (or less) per day.
Only being allowed to say a certain number of words (or less) per text message. No double messaging, of course.
Having to keep track of how many words my partner uses, and always using less throughout the day.
Having to start each sentence with âPleaseâ and/or end it with âThank you,â even if it doesnât technically make sense.Â
Having to rhyme. Or else fulfil the requirements of some kind of specific poetry such as a haiku.Â
Having to ask permission to ask for things. âPlease may I ask to use the bathroom?âÂ
Only being allowed to say âPleaseâ and âThank you.â
Not being allowed to ask for anything.
Only allowed to speak to my partner in public.Â
Not being allowed to speak on specific topics, particularly when theyâre super relevant. For example, we go to the zoo and Iâm not allowed to talk about animals.Â
Only being allowed to say the opposite of what I mean/want.Â
Restricted Speech
Having to ask permission to speak at all, either through a non-verbal signal, or else the only thing Iâm allowed to say without permission is âPlease may I speak?â
Only allowed to speak when spoken to.
Having to be in a specific position - the more submissive or uncomfortable, the better - to speak. Additionally, having to wait in that position until I am acknowledged and allowed to speak.Â
Having to go a set length of time without speaking each day. The timer starts over each time I speak. (Imagine itâs an hour and at 55 minutes you get asked a question you canât ignore. Each attempt like that would mean you talk less throughout the day.)
When possible, set entire days, or even a weekend as âquiet time.â
Surprise quiet time. That is, a spoken or text command, âItâs quiet time,â and I am expected to be silent until I am released. (A potential training opportunity: this could happen many times throughout the day, each session lasting only a few minutes before the next.)
Starting every day without the ability to speak until I have completed my morning routine. Finishing each day by not being allowed to speak once my nighttime routine is done.Â
Having a set day of the week during which I am expected to remain silent.Â
Having a cost to speak. A mild-moderate punishment for each time I wish to speak, such as having to put nipple clamps on first or having to write lines for each time I spoke afterwards.
Having to trade my ability to speak for rewards, such as not being allowed to orgasm unless I agree to a two days of no speaking.
Trading chunks of silent time for edges. Each edge is half an hour of silence. Maybe I know before I start edging, maybe I donât.Â
Having to be silent until I have completed a task, such as linewriting, or an edging session, or even something mundane like having to stay silent on a long drive, even while playing a board game.Â
Having recurring tasks during which I am not allowed to speak, such as never being allowed to speak during meals or while watching movies.Â
Only being allowed to speak while wearing my collar.Â
Not being allowed to speak while wearing my collar.Â
Only being allowed to speak while naked.Â
No words, only sounds. Easy enough when youâre gagged, but having to make the deliberate effort to only make sounds is nice.Â
Wearing a bark collar. Each time I speak, I get shocked, until I learn not to speak while wearing it. It then becomes a very effective gag.Â
Forced to Speak
Being asked a series of questions and having to provide at least X words to answer, on topic. (It wouldnât even have to be a high number. Imagine having to use 50 words to answer a yes or no question. Even 20 might be a challenge. But being asked to say/text 300 words on why I shouldnât have an orgasm? Just a thought.)
Agreeing to X number of questions (number could be in trade for edges, or in trade for lessening a punishment) and having to answer them fully, even if itâs embarrassing. (Obviously within limits. Questions I refuse to answer donât count towards the number.)
Having a mantra to repeat every time my partner says a certain word, whether that word is part of the mantra or not. (Having someone trigger a mantra like this is great fun, especially mid-conversation, or while Iâm trying to ask for something, or while Iâm trying to explain something.)
Having to repeat after my partner, perhaps modifying pronouns. (âYou will obeyâ being modified to âI will obey.â)
Being tasked with writing up a fantasy, and then being made to read it aloud.
Being Physically Gagged
Being expected to be gagged or otherwise prevented from speaking at all times. (Ballgag might be too harsh for âat all times,â but tape is effective, too.)
Being gagged at random. Not just during scenes, but during mundane activities, such as watching a movie together or doing housework. (I like the idea of being interrupted while in the middle of something, maybe even in the middle of a conversation, and my partner simply holds out a gag. Or sitting at my desk working when my partner comes up behind me and slips my gag between my lips. Being told to kneel and open my mouth, excited to get to suck cock, and instead gagged. Comes with a bonus of being trained to readily take my gag.)Â
Being told I can only speak while being gagged, despite knowing it will be unintelligible.
Planning a voice call with my partner, but right before we begin I am instructed to put a gag on so that at no point during the call can I actually speak.
Games
Playing the quiet game, either with my partner or with another submissive. I am rewarded if I win, and punished if I lose.Â
Playing a kinky version of Taboo/Password: My partner picks a word and a length of time. I do not get to know the word, but do get to know weâre playing and for how long. My partner counts every time I use the word, and when time is up, I get punished for each use. Tons of games to be played on both sides, with my partner trying to get me to say the word, and me trying to figure out what it is. Perhaps if the time period is long enough, I get a clue to the word each day. I would probably end up speaking as little as possible to avoid it.Â
Oh hey. Been a long time since I saw this one.
(For those who werenât here in the early days of my blog, this was one of my sideblogs created for the sole purpose of creating content like this. I ended up deactivating it with plans to replace it and never did.)
who else in the mood to be messed up and absolutely broken. like helplessly tied up on a carpet on the floor. whimpering through a gag. blindfolded. earbuds playing some mantras that shut my mind off. something plugged deep into me buzzing away. utterly submissive and helpless.
I'm a dumb slut that needs to be denied for his own good
strapjobs r awesome bc u can lowkey chew it a little if u want
tentacle monster who loves to force a bunch of aphrodisiac in me and then hold me in embarrassingly exposing positions and then enjoy the show as i struggle and moan and beg while it doesn't give me any stimulation at all
order me to eat you out but gag me before so I canât and then degrade me while I struggle :) sounds like a perfect first date to me
gagged and tied up is my state of mind
Test different gags on me to see which one shuts me up the most
I really want to play with someone whoâs a total pervert for gagging subs.
I want to see someone get visibly aroused at my muffled speaking, rendering me mute simply by shoving my own underwear in my mouth. My hands are tied so I canât take them out myself. I try to spit them out but this only earns me a second pair of underwear pushed in my slutty mouth. Now my jaw is completely stretched open, and I can barely make any noise at all.
To secure these panties they make a quick cleave gag over top of the cloth with a bandana.
They look pretty happy with their work so they grab some cling wrap and start to wrap allll the way around my head, covering the cloth forced into my mouth, and then layering over once, twice, three times.
I breathe deeply and feel the wrap cling to my face, the humidity and heat helping it bond.
âMMMMHMMâ I moan, my ability to breathe starting to be limited, only taking short breaths.
They laugh a little to themselves and grab my nose, pinching my nostrils closed. Now I canât breathe at all.
My eyes shoot open and plead with them, completely at their mercy for one of my most basic needs.
Theyâre counting out loud now âfive, six, seven, eight, nine, ohh cmon this isnât so bad, stop shaking your head or Iâll start counting over again! Ten, eleven, good doll, twelveâ-â
I start shaking my head uncontrollably, panicked because Iâm completely out of breath. They finally release their hold on my nose and Iâm immediately gasping for air, my poor nostrils doing all they can to get my brain the oxygen it needs. I can feel my face is completely flushed, it feels hot and is definitely pink.
I start to cry when I see them pull out duct tape from their backpack. This is total sadistic torture but it makes me wet to know how much theyâre getting out of this.
I try to wiggle away but they hold me with a steel grip, starting to wind the duct tape around my gagged mouth once, twice, three times, four, five, and they only stop at six because Iâm screaming through my layered muffled gag.
The hot tears are still pouring down my face, the crying making it even harder to breathe. My head feels very light and Iâm dizzy, actually feeling grateful to be bound or else Iâd have collapsed already.
The gag pervert starts touching themselves over their underwear in front of me, very clearly at the sight of my predicament and stress.
After making a proper mess in their undergarments, they place it right over my head like a hood. Of course they put the wet, sticky, pungent crotch part right over my nose and face, even rubbing it in with a rough hand.
With the humiliating addition of the underwear, they now must secure it of course!!
They decide to bring back the cling wrap, slowly wrapping my entire head until itâs encased in clear plastic. I start to panic again, the plastic suctioned to my nostrils as I try as hard as possible to breathe. They notice and touch themselves for a minute at my expense, before relenting and poking two small holes where my nostrils are. I continue to cry, but now out of relief.
Iâm begging for air, help, to stop, anything, but itâs to no avail. They love to hear my increasingly muffled protests, it makes them want to gag my slutty mouth even more.
Finally, they decide to wrap the rest of my head with duct tape over the cling wrap. Iâm panting, fighting for the smallest breaths, and then I feel them put a small strip of tape over my small air holes. I thrash again after a minute, completely out of instinct. I can barely hear them laugh as they remove the tape, giving me life saving air again. I donât enjoy it long however, feeling the tape return and the airflow disappear. How cruel can they be?
As they spread my legs and undress me, I can feel them penetrate me as they continue to play with my air supply, and I realize this will be the rest of the night. Or the rest of my life. Either way, itâs not my choice, but theirs.
