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A Gag Suitable for a Woman (Using Bobby Pins?) |
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News Service): Was I dumb or what? I hear someone in my neighbor's
apartment...the walls are thin/ The neighbors were away on holiday
and I was suppose to keep an eye on the place. So, I hear noise so I
get my key to check on the place. Well, I am met at the door by a
woman with a mask and a gun who invites me to stay for a while. At
this point everyone thinks that they would fight or try to run away.
Sorry, I was terrified. I simply let her tie me to a chair in the
bedroom. So there I sit as this woman talks to me like I am her
friend. I am relieved that she hasn't gagged me. She actually
seems like a friendly sort after she put the gun away. I am trying to reassure her that I won't resist. That I'll stay quiet... even after she leaves. I'll give her plenty of time to escape. "Of course, you will dear. You'll be thoroughly gagged before I leave", the woman told me in a matter-of-fact way. This woman was going to gag me! No one would find me! I was already tied tightly to a chair. Getting free would be almost impossible. Now the woman was going to take away my last hope...the neighbor wouldn't return for four days! I pleaded with her and all she said was that was what I get for being nosey. I lost it. I opened by mouth and inhaled for the best scream I could manage. I would show this bitch. I began my scream and the woman's hand clapped over my mouth. I heard no cries of alarm. The building was quiet. The scream, if anyone heard it, wasn't long enough. But now the woman was pissed. "I was going to leave your mouth free until I left and was going to call someone in a couple of hours to come free you. If you try to cry out again, I'll let you rot in here until your neighbor returns", she hissed. I begged her not to do that or to gag me, but I had earned the gag she told me. She picked two handkerchiefs...a small wadded one and a large pre-folded white hanky. She made the wadded cloth even smaller and forced me to accept it in my mouth. She pushed it completely in my mouth and it expanded to fill my mouth. The other handkerchief was tied between my lips to keep the first one in place. "There that's better...it fits you perfectly!", the woman told me as she inspected her work. My mouth was forced open and totally filled with cotton. It wasn't what I considered a fashion accessory! |
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