GAG CONFESSIONS

I keep seeing my old girlfriend get gagged properly. Not a joke gag. A wet washcloth rammed in until her cheeks bulge, then a leather strap buckled so tight it cuts into the corners of her mouth, then a scarf over the whole mess. She is on her knees, cuffs locked to a floor ring. She tries to beg and only spit comes out around the leather. Her mascara runs. I watch her throat work and the drool hit the floor and I don’t untie her. I just look at her silenced mouth until I finish.

I used to jerk off thinking about my dad’s ex stuffing her dirty panties in my mouth. One day I was alone in the house. I went into the laundry and found a pair with shit streaks still on the crotch. I crammed them in until my cheeks stretched. I could taste her dried pussy and the sour edge of her ass. My cock was leaking before I even touched it. I stood there drooling down my chin, gagged on her used underwear, humiliated and so fucking hard I came in my pants without a hand. I can still taste her when I think about it today.