Am I Going to Have to Gag You?

Talk talk talk talk.

"Shhhhh."

Kiss. Kiss. Mumble. Kiss.

"Focus. You don't have to talk"

Blah blah blah blah blah.

"Am I going to have to get the gag out?"

Kiss. "But I just wanted to..."

"That's it!"

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I tried to fight that gag. I really did. Wrestled out of his grip. Holding my nose, he got it back in as I gasped for breath. I managed to pop it out again.

While he was pinching my nose and holding me down for the second time, I attempted to breathe out of the corner of my mouth.

With the gag bag in my mouth, I tried to bite down on his fingers.

"Really? Trying to bite with the gag in your mouth? I almost want to punish you but that's kinda pathetic."

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That gag is torture sometimes. Because I can't kiss him, and he can kiss me. And my thoughts hit this force field that just bounces them back into my mind, because they can't leave my mouth.

But I like it, too.