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But after some sessions on the pole you’ll have learned how to adapt your breathing to your mouth being stuffed full, that your gag reflex doesn’t need to be trusted and that you can tolerate so much.

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?