Gagged

I had the most delicious dream last night…

I’ve never been gagged before. In a public place, I don’t know where, I was invited to try a ball gag.

“You’re a screamer and moaner. Let’s see how this changes that,” he whispered.

Who was he? Familiar yet a stranger.

My mouth felt violated; my tongue forced back. My lips were spread wide.

“Who wants to make her cum?”

I realized there was an audience and I was the show.

I felt strong hands grab my arms and hold them behind my back. A comforting warmth settled behind me.

“Don’t worry. I’ve got you. Tap me twice for a safe word,” soothed a warm, masculine voice. I knew him, but I didn’t.

Strange hands roamed under my skirt, warm; probing fingers found my cunt. I squirmed with need under the inspection.

“Damn, she’s hot and wet already!” exclaimed the stranger.

I groaned with need and shame behind the gag.

He found my clit and began stroking. I writhed against his hand and leaned into the warmth behind me. My eyes closed as I tried to scream. I squirted into his hand as he chuckled with satisfaction.

He held up his hand for audience. My body burned with desire.

“Who’s next?”

I woke up in a wet spot.