Hi hi hi, proof of life and writing post 🫶🏻 (although I haven’t really written at all the past few days….). My brain has entered Nuh Uh mode and idk when it’s gonna come out of that so maybe no more works for the year 💔 but here is a tiny bit of writing I did over the weekend ❤️
Tags: gagged, fingering
Wanda lightly pinches your clit and you cry out through the gag.
“She likes that,” Natasha says, voice low.
“Wanda did always have the magic touch,” Pepper says.
“Are you close?” Wanda murmurs against your skin. You shake your head in stubborn denial even as your hips stutter against her fingers. It causes a ripple of laughter through the gather women.
“Interesting response for someone who’s soaking through their underwear,” Pepper says.
“Should we show them what we do with little girls who lie?” Agatha says, leaning forward again. Her eyes are dark.
“Not yet,” Wanda says. You clench at the realisation she didn’t say no. “We need to make her nice and soft first.” She addresses you again, “Doesn’t that sound nice?” Your dazed denial is practically unintelligible through the gag. “I thought so,” Wanda coos like you agreed with her.
“You always did like your playthings compliant,” Natasha muses.
“I prefer the term docile,” Wanda says.