Tape Gagged Novels & Stories

“You want this. You want them to watch you fall apart.” “Yes, Daddy,” I whisper. I’m shaking. Every inch of me is lit with anticipation and shame. And it turns me on more than I want to admit. He opens a black box beside the bench and pulls out a thin leather strap with a bright orange ball in the middle. “Open,” he orders. I hesitate for just a second, then part my lips. He fits the gag in place, the rubber resting between my teeth, and fastens it tight. “Breathe through your nose,” he says gently, almost like a reminder. “Snap your fingers three times for your safe word.”

He pushed his cock back in my mouth and I gagged just as quickly as before. This time, with him pinning my head in place, his cock stayed where it was and another gag quickly followed. “Focus, we’ll stay here until you’ve got it.” He stayed like that for what felt like an eternity while I desperately tried to get the gags under control. Eventually, I finally managed to control them. Tears were flowing down my face now and with every urge to gag, a shiver ran down my body. “Good girl, so obedient.”

My breath hitches, and I stiffen for a moment. “Wait,” I whisper, turning my head slightly. “I—I…” He leans down, his lips brushing my ear. “I won’t hurt you,” he murmurs. “You’re still stretched. Just breathe. Let me in.” Shaggy’s fingers caress my cheek as he keeps me grounded. “You trust me, don’t you?” he asks, his voice low and coaxing. “Yes,” I breathe. “Then relax. Let him wreck you.” The tip of the tattooed man’s cock presses again, and this time I don’t fight it. Shaggy holds me steady as I exhale slowly, allowing him to breach my asshole. The burn is intense, a sting of pleasure and pain that makes my eyes water.

Richard needs it "Miguel hung up and faced the intriguing scene "Tch ,tch,tch!"Tikka shook her head slowly "I need to start preparing his obituary "she smiled watching Lewis beating the shît outta Richard

He answered. "Waiting," came Buffalo's reply. A moment later, he tapped the back of his seat. "Get it done," he shouted. And just like that, the hand lifted from Paige's mouth. But before she could draw in enough breath to scream again, a duct tape was placed across her mouth. "There we go, all done." "Use it on her arms too. Then come up and sit here with me. I fucking need help with identifying these roads." "Yeah," Buffalo said, scooting back, tossing Paige onto her stomach.

I watched with both curiousity and eagerness as he twisted the cotton on his hand and he leaned in and tied it around my head, covering my mouth. Boom, it was a gag. I tried to chuckled but my sound was muffled by the gag, I had a fear of being voiceless, my fingers dug into my mouth trying to pull the fabric off, I couldn't, I put my hands behind my head trying to untie it. I saw his eyes lighten with excitement as he watched me struggle to take off the gag, it was impossible. “Too tight?." He asked me, I shook my head. It was not tight at all, it was perfect.

Richard needs it "Miguel hung up and faced the intriguing scene "Tch ,tch,tch!"Tikka shook her head slowly "I need to start preparing his obituary "she smiled watching Lewis beating the shît outta Richard

He looked at the hefty one among them and he nodded, came over to remove the gag from Trish's mouth. She shook her head and breathe in air. "What is it you said" the guy asked again. "I said, if I had no gag you will probably hear me properly moron" Trish reply obviously annoyed him and it was obvious he was fighting back from hitting her, maybe they received orders not to hit us. Just that instant Tara walked in like a boss, she stared at us on the floor and laughed at us, she mocked us like we were some losers, if only we were untied.

“I am so sorry, but this is probably going to hurt a bit.” With a slight tug, he pulls the tape from her mouth. Where it had stuck so long to her mouth, when he pulled the tape off, it pulled some of the soft skin off of her lip, which is now bleeding. Gabe watches a drop of blood bead up on her lip before the tip of her tongue darts out to swipe at it.

“Oh my goddess—wait, wait, how far along? Are you okay? What do you need? Is Jax being nice? Do you need—” “TEGAN!” Tora cut in, laughing now. “I’m fine. I’m healthy. Jax is… tolerable.” “Hey!” Jax protested. “But yes. I’m serious.” There was a squeal on the other end of the line, followed by some muttered noises like Tegan was celebrating mid-sprint. “But wait…” Tora said, voice innocent. “There’s more.” Jax grinned again, biting back a laugh as Tora leaned back against him with theatrical flair.