The Gag

She withdrew her heel from your mouth, leaving you gasping. You dared a glance up at her, only to catch that amused glint in her eye—a glint that told you she wasn’t finished.

“Since you seem to struggle with knowing when to stay silent,” she said coolly, reaching into a nearby drawer, “I’ll make it simple for you.” She withdrew a sleek, black leather gag, dangling it before your eyes as if to tease you with it.

You gulped, your heart pounding, but you didn’t resist. By now, you knew better. This woman did have some aura of a dominatrix. Did you break into a dominatrix's home. You gulped, fear growing inside your chest.

Scarlett moved forward slowly, she dangled the gag across your face slowly brushing your cheeks with its straps as you knelt looking up. She giggled intently watching you squirm under her power. With her finger, painted red nails, she pressed it against your lips almost shushing you. "You'll have to be quiet now." She said calmly before placing the gag in your mouth and putting the straps on.

The leather pressed into your mouth, firm yet somehow gentle, as she tightened the strap behind your head, securing it firmly in place.

She took a step back, inspecting her work, her lips curving into a pleased smile as she watched you struggle to adjust to the uncomfortable restriction. You tried to make a sound, but only a muffled groan escaped, swallowed by the gag.

"Now your quiet, we can continue the game" she smiled.