Raphael

I loved every minute of it. Pay back is sweet. And just look at Sheila now. Her wrists are crossed and straped oh so tightly. Beyond tight. The straps cut deeply, almost cutting circulation. So do the straps pinning her elbows together above her head. And what a head. While she was unconscious I stuffed her mouth with her panties into one cheek and then my panties into the other. Then I pushed a nice hard ball in to pack it all in. Then a 2 inch plastic band pushing the ball even farther in. For good measure a 3 inch leather strap pulled with my utmost strength and buckled to seal the job. Now she would finally shut up. Great to have that vain self-adoring voice stopped. ...

Part one (added: 2012/07/12) Before we married, my future wife and I had met each other casually in the corridor on the floor of our office building. She owned a large employment agency which occupied most of the floor on which I worked and the floor above. I worked as a bookkeeper in a much smaller office in a corner of the lower floor. At first we would walk by each other in the corridor leading to the elevators and just nod in a cordial way. I was frankly quite intimidated by her. I found her to be extremely attractive but clearly so far out of my league that I did not dream of ever connecting with her. She was extremely well dressed, had an air of authority and confidence, and was tall and rather athletic looking under her tailored business suit. No woman of that description has ever shown any interest in me. I am shorter than she is, with a slender build. I have always lacked confidence in myself even though I am not bad looking. For that reason I was too shy to speak to her, but she continued to nod pleasantly, smiled, asked my name. One day she surprised me as we passed in the hall by suggesting we meet for a short lunch. I was startled but managed to stammer “Yes.” she replied, “I will meet you at the Acquella Café around the block at 1 p.m. in ten minutes.” ...

Author's Note: Part complete fiction, partly fiction based on truth. Please enjoy “How did I end up like this?” I wondered. But of course I knew the answer. I would have asked the question aloud, but the very large gag in my mouth made speech impossible. My master had forced my mouth open, and then pushed in a ring gag so that the ring fitted behind my teeth forcing my mouth into a wide “O”. A wide strap was attached to each side of the ring, and my master had buckled it tightly behind my head. The ring gag itself would have permitted me to speak somewhat, even scream in a limited way, but Master quickly pushed a deflated rubber ball through the ring. A couple of pumps and the ball was fully inflated in my mouth. That silenced me. The taste of the ball and the complete control of my speech delighted me. My master had larger, heavier gags, of course, as well as hoods to encase my entire head and throat. But this gag was perfect-like everything my master did. I was silenced, but could breathe easily through my nose, and I could still make tiny noises in my throat and nose when the occasion required-a whipping or other pain infliction for example or to stifle my cries of pleasure during our long sex sessions. ...

I could not believe my luck. I had stalked a lovely young lady for weeks, watching her patterns around campus and at the small house where she lived. No boyfriends, quiet in he ways, innocent looking. Possibly a virgin, and those fetch high prices indeed on the open market. Her summer vacation had just started and the campus area was empty. She was alone and clearly getting ready to spend the summer in town. I was ready to capture her and getting ready to back my non-descript van into the driveway, when another female came up to the door with a small suitcase and rang the bell. I drive past unobtrusively. A girlfriend? No, older, but a clear resemblance. Plainly an older sister come to visit. More mature but just as lovely. How excellent. ...

It had taken some months, but I had finally narrowed the choices to just three. Number three-her name is Jane-waited quietly in the small waiting room outside, as I watched her through the wall-mounted camera. “So far, so good,” I thought. No fidgeting, no little noises even though her restraints must be becoming painful. She had arrived at the small and secluded temporary rental I had selected for anonymity and for proximity to the city center where most of my slave-candidates seemed to come from. She had been picked up outside a coffee shop by a limo service and brought to the unobtrusive front door of the rental house on a pleasant quiet street. She had been told to ring the bell and then enter directly, which she did without hesitation. Once she entered, I used the microphone from a separate room to tell her to shut the door firmly, and turn the lock. I looked her over again. A very, very attractive lady, early 30’s, tastefully dressed, carrying a small bag. Nice make up and dark hair long to her shoulders. Everything very clean, classy, and tasteful. I felt just the tip of desire as I looked her over. About 5'7, full but not sloppy breasts, well shaped legs with well exercised calves helped by 3 inch high heels. My kind of woman, which is to say my kind of submissive. ...

One of the best aspects of a true friend is the friendly rivalry which pushes each one to strive for achievement. Certainly that is true for my wonderful friend Liz. I can share my life as a slave master in my blog and email, but how often can two slave owners share a quiet night together with their submissive. What a fine evening it has been. Our submissive are now kneeled in front of us, arms tightly strapped at wrists and elbows, ankles crossed and eyes lowered waiting for our instructions. They are of course forcefully gagged with wide straps pulled to the extreme holding in mouth filling ball gags. Here’s how it gone. We had gone out to a fine dinner with our submissive, Petra and Joni. And what a foursome we were. Petra and Joni, formerly known in their pre-submission days as Peter and John, had been gradually and thoroughly feminized by Liz and me. Tonight we looked like four pretty girls out for a fun Saturday night. Liz and I wore tight designer short skirts which showed our curves off nicely. I wore a silky somewhat transparent top with a lacy black bra tantalizingly visible underneath. I am far larger (36 DD) chested than Liz who was able to let her cute nipples push out against her tank top. We are both tall and fit women, even muscular, imposing figures to most men, but still very attractive. ...