Smoke is Sweet but Incomplete

Reasons why I love open ring gags

This gag is a great reminder that my mouths main purpose is to take cock. Anyone looking at me with this gag on knows that I am nothing more than a mouth to fuck. 

It severely impacts my ability to speak. There is something very hot about having to say “Thank you, Sir” and sounding like an incoherent and unintelligible idiot.

Lack of choice. Even if I wanted to close my mouth or not swallow sperm, I have no ability to do so. It forces me to become a receptacle.

Drool. The humiliating strings of saliva dripping on my tits and cunt. Once it starts, the realization that I’ve been reduced to a sub-human, animal-like form kicks in.

Becky had been at college barely a month when she’d arrived home to find an envelope on her bed. Inside, was a picture of Becky on her knees sucking off their psychology teacher, a print-out of her internet history - all the sites of the bondage and slavery porn and erotica she enjoyed - and a note.

The note simply said

Strip and kneel at the door to wait for me to come home. You are my slave now.

Becky’s eyes widened, a blush spreading over her cheeks - fear and arousal mixing within her. She did as she was told, shivering slightly with anticipation as she knelt at the door.

@bircoltz-the-second

She’d dreamed of this day ever since she’d starting chatting with the anonymous man online - discussing all their kinks, their desires. She’d been hesitant to tell him about this one at first, it was scary and dangerous; but it was such an intense fantasy - to be kidnapped, taken and made into someone’s slave without a way out.

When he’d suggested this, she’d been scared at first, but over the course of a couple of weeks he’d convinced her.

He has black, smooth, short hair. He is wearing a black tuxedo with a red under shirt and despite being a tuxedo she can see very toned muscles. He get up and walks over to her.

“And what if I don’t want to?” She tested, wanting him to say that she didn’t have a choice, swallowing as she watched him approach, her hips squirming a little.

@bircoltz-the-second

She’d dreamed of this day ever since she’d starting chatting with the anonymous man online - discussing all their kinks, their desires. She’d been hesitant to tell him about this one at first, it was scary and dangerous; but it was such an intense fantasy - to be kidnapped, taken and made into someone’s slave without a way out.

When he’d suggested this, she’d been scared at first, but over the course of a couple of weeks he’d convinced her.

He has black, smooth, short hair. He is wearing a black tuxedo with a red under shirt and despite being a tuxedo she can see very toned muscles. He get up and walks over to her.

“And what if I don’t want to?” She tested, wanting him to say that she didn’t have a choice, swallowing as she watched him approach, her hips squirming a little.

@bircoltz-the-second

She’d dreamed of this day ever since she’d starting chatting with the anonymous man online - discussing all their kinks, their desires. She’d been hesitant to tell him about this one at first, it was scary and dangerous; but it was such an intense fantasy - to be kidnapped, taken and made into someone’s slave without a way out.

When he’d suggested this, she’d been scared at first, but over the course of a couple of weeks he’d convinced her.

He has black, smooth, short hair. He is wearing a black tuxedo with a red under shirt and despite being a tuxedo she can see very toned muscles. He get up and walks over to her.

“And what if I don’t want to?” She tested, wanting him to say that she didn’t have a choice, swallowing as she watched him approach, her hips squirming a little.

@bircoltz-the-second

She’d dreamed of this day ever since she’d starting chatting with the anonymous man online - discussing all their kinks, their desires. She’d been hesitant to tell him about this one at first, it was scary and dangerous; but it was such an intense fantasy - to be kidnapped, taken and made into someone’s slave without a way out.

When he’d suggested this, she’d been scared at first, but over the course of a couple of weeks he’d convinced her.

He has black, smooth, short hair. He is wearing a black tuxedo with a red under shirt and despite being a tuxedo she can see very toned muscles. He get up and walks over to her.

“And what if I don’t want to?” She tested, wanting him to say that she didn’t have a choice, swallowing as she watched him approach, her hips squirming a little.

@bircoltz-the-second

She’d dreamed of this day ever since she’d starting chatting with the anonymous man online - discussing all their kinks, their desires. She’d been hesitant to tell him about this one at first, it was scary and dangerous; but it was such an intense fantasy - to be kidnapped, taken and made into someone’s slave without a way out.

When he’d suggested this, she’d been scared at first, but over the course of a couple of weeks he’d convinced her.

Becky had been at college barely a month when she’d arrived home to find an envelope on her bed. Inside, was a picture of Becky on her knees sucking off their psychology teacher, a print-out of her internet history - all the sites of the bondage and slavery porn and erotica she enjoyed - and a note.

The note simply said

Strip and kneel at the door to wait for me to come home. You are my slave now.

Becky’s eyes widened, a blush spreading over her cheeks - fear and arousal mixing within her. She did as she was told, shivering slightly with anticipation as she knelt at the door.