Beware Strangers And Gags

They had been waiting for this for so long. With work schedules and the kids it often gets hard to find time for each other, especially now that he was out on the road again. Seems that all they can fit in are little quickies here and there. Skype and texting kept them in contact, but it wasn’t the same. They had no time to really play and enjoy each other. Today though, they luck out. The kids are both away at camp and he returns from a much too long trip away.

She had been so excited all day with the anticipation of a long evening and weekend with her husband, just the two of them, no interruptions. She’s missed him, his stern look and strong hands. She had been excited enough just knowing she would see him at the end of the day. She finally had to give up on her sopping panties after his texts started coming in…

“I’m so hot for you babe. I can’t wait to see you.”

“I want to taste that sweet, sweet pussy of yours.”

“I am aching for you babydoll.”

“Be ready when I get there. You know the position.”

She was certain her co-workers knew something was up. She hadn’t been able to focus on a thing all day. She was glad to have been able to get out of the office early. She couldn’t imagine the state she would be in if she had to stay and finish off the day. This way she could wait at home, alone, with no one to witness her complete unraveling.

She was both excited and fearful while laying out the things he had told her to. Some were exciting… the plug, the flogger, the clamps… but one set of items, one piece of it in particular, had her shaking. He told her to take out the leather restraint system he had purchased on his last trip out west. This made her uneasy enough, but there was a ball gag with it and that was what completely terrified her. She had nearly died the one and only time she had been gagged. It was not something she wanted to experience again, ever.

While still in her late teens, she had met a guy at a local bar. A stranger with a hot accent in town with friends during Easter break. He was cute and she was drunk, and in the end she had made a major error in judgement. That was the way she looked at it. She felt it was completely her fault.

Why did I let him do that to me? What the hell was I thinking letting him tie me up and stick that fucking gag in my mouth? I was thinking it’d be hot and kinky. I was thinking that I didn’t want to be the prude anymore. I wanted to go have some wild experiences of my own. I wasn’t thinking about the fact that I had just met him, barely hours earlier, that I didn’t even know him. His name was Jim Bartons. I only know this now because it was in the police report. What an idiot I was!

She had an asthma attack and this stranger who had picked her up at a bar did nothing to help her until it was nearly too late. He had left her, gasping and unable to get breath, until she passed out before doing anything. Even then he didn’t immediately do anything for fear of what would happen to him. He was conflicted about whether to call 911 or just bail on the whole messed up situation. Thankfully he did call and she was saved, resuscitated actually. Death had been on her.

Enough! She did not want to dwell on this any longer. Her husband was coming home and she wanted to focus on that. She decided a nice hot bath would do the trick. It would help calm her down and take her mind off of that damn gag. Was he really planning on using it she wondered. Another shiver ran down her spin. She was not ready for that.

As she soaked in the hot sudsy bath she began to let the memories go. The classical melodies of Bach combined with the scents of lavender and jasmine soothed her. All the negative thoughts and feelings floated away. She relaxed and put everything but the thought of her husbands return out of her mind. He liked when she was fresh from the bath. She was well aware.

In addition to the items he had told her to lay out, he also told her she was to take charge when he arrived. She was not used to being the one in control, the one leading their activities. She would take control, she would make him proud. The idea of this excited her very much. Though really, she knew she wasn’t the one in control. It was nice of him to make it appear as such.

She took her time towelling off and drying her hair. No jewelry or perfumes this evening. Fresh and natural was his preference. Dressed in nothing more than one of his old white dress shirts, she padded downstairs to get a glass of wine and wait.

He had told her the position, as if he needed to, as if it wasn’t her fetish.



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11 thoughts on “Beware Strangers And Gags

  1. Love the continuation of your earlier post in this one… Seeing it from her perspective, and how you left off right where his begins… Excellent read and cleverly thought!

    • Thank you, I am glad you liked it. There are actually three posts so far in this series, Becoming. I am not writing them in order. My mind doesn’t work that way for some reason.

  2. intense. reality meets… delicious.

  3. Loved reading the other side of the story.. I do like reading you, Stella, indeed..

    Feels, real..

    Pea ~x~

  4. I wonder how she will do, being the one in charge

    Mollyxxx

  5. Perhaps with her being in charge the gag is for him and not for her. One must wonder.. I have a fear of gags as well. Something about choking terrifies me I don’t know that I could get past it

  6. wonderful write, sometimes it is easy to get into the idea of play and forget there might be something in the toy bag that would send a chill of something other than excitement along our partners spine.

  7. Others have already said it but I too like the change in perspective.

  8. You have a wonderful way with words. I love how you talk both about past and present here.

    Like Molly, I wonder how she would do with being in control.

    Rebel xox

  9. I have a similar fear of gags so I could really identify with this!

    ~Kazi xxx

  10. Mia

    Mmmmmmm!!!! Intrigued to see what happens!!

    ~Mia~ xx

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