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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 can’t 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.

“MMMMHMM” 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 can’t breathe at all.

My eyes shoot open and plead with them, completely at their mercy for one of my most basic needs.

They’re counting out loud now “five, six, seven, eight, nine, ohh cmon this isn’t so bad, stop shaking your head or I’ll start counting over again! Ten, eleven, good doll, twelve—-”

I start shaking my head uncontrollably, panicked because I’m completely out of breath. They finally release their hold on my nose and I’m 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 they’re 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 I’m 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 I’m dizzy, actually feeling grateful to be bound or else I’d 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 it’s 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.

I’m begging for air, help, to stop, anything, but it’s 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. I’m 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 don’t enjoy it long however, feeling the tape return and the airflow disappear. How cruel can they be?

Over clothes at first, maybe. Slowly stripping away layers both physically and in a less literal sense. Feeling them collapse against you, and cling to you. You hold their hand, both keeping them in place and balanced where they need to be, and to reassure them. You both do that little thing with the thumb. That little rub that says "I'm here. It's okay." And they need that reassurance. So do you. Because the intensity builds and builds until they are struggling and crying involuntarily. The sort of circumstance that makes you pause and check in, unless you're very familiar. Even then you may still stop and make sure that they're okay. You may stop and make sure that you are okay. That little thumb thing is what holds you both down. The hand held together. Keeping them in place, and pinned down, and binding you both together.

Just a little more. Just a little further. The involuntary struggles stop but the tears flow more freely. Your partner clings to you like you're all that keeps them from being swept to sea. Your hand and arm ache. Their rear has welts and bruises. When you stop there's stillness for a little while, and they ask for you to hold them. They climb into your lap and cling to you and wince at their own weight against the bruises just made. Their face in your neck and shoulder. Their arms around you. And you both just pour out so much that was bottled up inside of you. You both let go.

If i disobey during my spankings, fail to accept the punishment with dignity, move or beg too much, or I’m simply not penitent for dad to think I’ve actually learned my lesson, he hurts my cunt and little hole before we start with the next part. He burns my sensitive skin with vapor rub, or hot sauce, or uses his riding crop to welt my hole before shoving a plug in dry. Whatever he does must be worse than the punishment I already have in store for me, because just taking the punishment obediently must seem like the easy way that I wish I took.

Pervert kidnapper who steals me off to his remote cabin and turns me into his live in pet sex toy dog thing

Making me walk around nude outside, just panties and a collar and maybe mitts when he feels like it or little socks

Making me come out onto the back porch while he enjoys the nice weather so he can smack my cunt and watch me squirm, and shove his hand into my mouth until I'm choking and gagging and dry heaving, drooling around his fingers. Instead of leashing me, he straps another collar around my waist and cinches it tight like a corset so I'm having to sit just so and breathe carefully. He clips a yard line to it and used it to pull m around.

If I have to pee he makes me go out and piss in the grass like a dog in front of him, and uses the hose to spray off my cunt afterwards, not caring how cold it might be,,

The tight waist cinch also makes it so I can't eat or drink too much with it on and my bladder gets full faster so I have to pee a lot.

Ughhh giving me an enema with the waist cinch on to clean me out and me gasping and panting and bucking because it feels so tight it hurts until he allows me to release all the liquid again.

Bringing me back out to it on the porch and making me slide down a massive lubed dildo the size of his arm to sit on the floor next to him. Working on his laptop and occasionally telling me 'bounce' so I bounce up and down on it on command, but otherwise stay still.

Eventually I beg for the waist cinch to come off because it hurts and makes it hard to breathe, and he allows me to remove it, but I have to clip the leash to my collar. Making me choose to be contained to earn relief, but all I care about is the painful tightness around my tummy. I obediently move the clip to my collar, scrambling to remove the waist cinch and gasping when it finally loosens, shakily setting it down nicely for my owner and panting and rubbing my sore belly where there are deep indentations from the leather.

" Bounce," he instructs. " Five minutes, no breaks. "

I don't even hesitate, I just brace myself and start to piston my hips up and down the thick shaft violating my guts, like a good pet. I'm lightheaded and drooling but I keep on working, fully obedient. My legs shake and I'm drooling and my hole aches but I complete my five minutes, thighs trembling as I sink down again.

He has me blow him between meetings while I ride the big dildo. He either cums down my throat or paints my tits with it. Either way afterwards he makes me drink water until I can't take any more, then later makes me piss myself in the yard standing up so he can watch my swollen tummy shrink and my embarrassment grow and aok my legs, all so he can hose me off again.

Maybe he starts to condition me to where I can only piss when I'm being penetrated.

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Sitting on a fat dildo bulging my tummy, collar around my neck, dildo gag shoved into my throat and strapped into place, wearing nothing but cute babydoll socks and ankle cuffs an the collar, ankle cuffs chaining me to the porch. He might even blindfold me, tell me to keep riding until he comes back, then puts in earplugs and leaves me alone. Just a wet, dripping, convulsing mess pumping myself up and down a massive horse cock, drooling, paws in mitts so I can't free myself, outside and on display as I obey my owner.

I keep fucking myself until my legs give out, even then till trying to hump it like a good puppy, tears and drool dripping down my face as I choke and gag and keep trying to ride my toy.

Him coming back to let me but only removing the gag so he can fuck my face and cum down my throat, really grinding into me, pressing my face in hard and making me gulp down every drop and wait patiently to be allowed to breathe again.