Gag her

As you make up your mind, you wonder if this is the right thing to do. Isn’t it a little hypocritical? You broke into a room today, and you sent Karen to do the same not that long ago. Is Roxy any different from you when it comes to respecting boundaries? Maybe you should be the one getting spanked.

You consider that. Nah. You’re having fun.

Roxy watches intently as you go to the wall, but it’s no longer that thirsty look, drinking in your naked body. She’s seriously getting worried.

You grab a gag and carry it to her.

“Open up,” you say.

She hesitates, then opens her mouth. You would let her out if she asked you to, but she has not asked, and she’s still playing along. Roxy has guts! If she was a student, you would be thinking that she might be CCL material. You gag her and go back to circling her bound form, brushing her flesh with your fingertips.

You kneel down in front of her again, cupping her face in your hands.

“You are so cute,” you say. She’s burning up.

You go around behind her and touch her inner thigh, slick with her juices. She shudders. You bet that if you used your fingers or tongue you could make her cum in seconds.

You spread her buttocks, exposing her further. That makes her clench up all over and try to pull away.

“Mmm,” she moans around the gag. One drawback to the gag is that she can no longer ask you to stop, so you won’t hurt her. You just need to tease her, or even scare her more. She doesn’t need pain to rev up her engine, although you noticed the noises she made when you spanked her. It startled her, but she didn’t mind it.

You squeeze the flesh of her buttocks. It must drive her crazy for you to just be here silently, taking in this view. When you two were looking at that dirty magazine, she pointed to an article about rimming and asked you if that was too much for you.

It’s not too much for you, but you bet it’s too much for her. You wonder what sort of noises she’d make if you touched her there. Her shiny, fat clit protrudes from its hood. She’s dripping. You cup her soaking mound with your hand, finding it warm and soft. You rub her slippery juices around, and her wet thighs squeeze your wrist.

“Mmm,” she moans. You’re driving her crazy.

You pull your hand away and look at your dripping fingers, then spread her cheeks again. This time she doesn’t tense up. She’s too turned on to be embarrassed. Her asshole twitches.

See if Roxy can handle your touch there?

Or grab a whip and scare her even more?