Earlier in the day I had enjoyed deliberating over my socks to wear for the day, both on my sweet UK size five feet and in my eager to be gagged mouth! Now my jaw is aching with the constant stretch from the sopping wet fabric stuffed inside my cheeks, and my body is aching from the desire that pressure against my tongue has stirred... Arriving home I slip off the cloth facemask that has been hiding my massive self-gagging, pressing the duct tape harder onto my lips with my palm, before grabbing hanks of stiff jute rope. When I’m gagged I yearn for bondage! Tying my ankles, calves and knees... Show more