My Kingdom For A Ball Gag

Oh, for a falconer’s voice,
To lure this tassel-gentle back again!
Bondage is hoarse, and may not speak aloud,
Else would I tear the cave where Echo lies,
And make her airy tongue more hoarse than mine,
With repetition of “My Romeo!”
~ Romeo and Juliet, Act II, scene 2

I want to try a gag. A proper gag, I mean.  On him.  And by him, I mean the man I ****.  (M scrolls down to tick box marked "Check if this content is inappropriate for children under 18.")  I have to confess that tying him up and putting a spreader bar between his legs has its appeal as well. 

I'm not planning to do anything to him I wouldn't be willing to do myself.  That's really what my switchiness is all about.  I like the thought of it both ways.  It's Bon's fault, really.  He's the one who first led me down this path with his explanation of why he's bisexual.  I was intrigued by that, because I really didn't know any openly bisexual people before I met him.  I do now, of course.  Scads of theatre folks, men and women.  But he was the first, and he's still the one with whom I've had the most conversation about it.

He talked to me about the curiosity he had about what it was like for a woman to be penetrated, the desire to experience that for himself.  And while an ******* is not exactly the same thing as a vagina, the physicality of it is similar.  One gets penetrated in a very intimate place.  One's lover literally gets under one's skin.  Cool, huh?

I think so, anyway.  And once you make the leap to loving a man with a *******, it's only a hop and a jump to tie him down and gag him.  I mean, what the hell, you might as well go for the gusto. 

My name is Milky, and I am a kinkster.

I had visions of fulfilling his fantasies, of tying him down with Italian silk ties.  As time went on, they became my own fantasies.  I wanted them even more than he did.  And I was prepared to carry them out.  I swear on my son's life this is true.  I'd have been there.  Ties in hand.  But he was a married man, and he backed out.  I liked him even more for that, honestly.  And I hoped and prayed he'd wind up leaving her so that I could tie him up free and clear of his marriage vows.  But it didn't happen that way, of course.  You know he went back to her and dumped me like a hot potato.  Perhaps if I'd not dallied with other men he'd still be playing with me.  I don't know.  But he hadn't sought an exclusive commitment with me, and I was trying to learn as much as I could about what it was like to be with men who enjoyed sex.  I've been with one who doesn't for so many years, you see.

Anyhoo.

I don't know when I'll be ready to transfer that whole Italian silk tie thing to another man.  It's pretty much a him and me thing.  Truth be told, so is the pegging.  It's hard to imagine doing it with another fellow.  But it seems he is completely out of my life now, and I do not believe in pining away for the rest of eternity.  I am not Miss Havisham, you know.

I like the idea of a ball gag even though I love to hear a man moan my name while he ****.  I wouldn't use it all the time, but every once in a while, just as a way of taking further control from my lover.  Or having it taken from me.  You know what a talkative ***** I am; it would be interesting to deal with the frustration of being unable to speak.  I suspect after wearing a ball gag for a while, my lover might be more talkative.  That's always nice.  Men are often too quiet.  I like to hear what they are thinking.  I suppose that's why I enjoy correspondence so much.  They pour out their thoughts, their desires, their fantasies.  It's harder to vocalize them.





milkynips milkynips
46-50, F
2 Responses Dec 1, 2012

Curiouser and curiouser!

I can't say I've really been much of a "gag-man" in the past... I've always thought that a nicely available mouth was a good thing. At least, from the top's perspective. I do see what you mean, from the bottom's perspective, about the appeal of loss of control. For me, I guess the most fetish-ized (holy cow, I just made up a word) piece of bdsm gadgetry is the spreader bar. I think maybe I'll have to write my own article about those. But anyhoo... connecting the gag to the loss of control the way you do... yeah, I get it. Good article!

Thanks!