Day 4: Gag

Day 4: Gag

Ava's muffled moans filled the room, her head tilted back, her body trembling as she struggled against the restraints that bound her wrists behind her back. The gag in her mouth stifled every sound she made, her lips stretched around the soft ball that kept her from speaking, from begging, from doing anything but submitting to Deborah's control.

Deborah stood over her, eyes gleaming with satisfaction as she watched Ava squirm, the tension in her body palpable. Ava's chest rose and fell in quick, shallow breaths, her cheeks flushed with a mix of frustration and arousal. She tried to move, tried to push herself closer to Deborah, but the tightness of the ropes and the gag in her mouth kept her completely vulnerable.

Deborah's hand traced lightly over Ava's cheek, her fingers brushing against the leather straps of the gag, sending shivers through Ava's already trembling body. "You look so perfect like this," Deborah murmured, her voice low and teasing as she took in the sight of Ava, bound and gagged before her. "Helpless. Unable to talk back. Just the way I like you."

Ava moaned softly, her eyes wide and pleading as she tried to make a sound, tried to respond, but the gag only allowed muffled whimpers to escape her lips. She was at Deborah's mercy, completely unable to speak, completely under her control, and it drove her wild.

Deborah smirked, her fingers brushing down Ava's neck, tracing the lines of tension in her body as she leaned in closer. "I know you want to say something," she whispered, her voice thick with satisfaction. "But you can't, can you? All you can do is moan and whine like the needy little thing you are."

Ava whimpered, her body shaking with the intensity of the moment, her breath coming in ragged bursts as Deborah's words sank in. She tried to form words, tried to say anything, but the gag kept her silent, her voice reduced to desperate, muffled moans.

Deborah chuckled softly, her hand trailing down Ava's chest, her fingers brushing lightly over her exposed skin. "You wanted this, didn't you?" Deborah murmured, her voice soft but laced with authority. "You wanted to be gagged, to be completely under my control, unable to talk back, unable to do anything but take whatever I give you."

Ava moaned louder, her body trembling as she nodded frantically, her eyes pleading with Deborah to understand the depth of her need. The gag in her mouth made it impossible to say the words, but her body spoke for her, her movements full of desperate desire.

Deborah's smirk deepened, her fingers sliding lower, teasing the edge of Ava's shirt as she watched her squirm. "I can see it in your eyes," Deborah whispered, her voice full of satisfaction. "You're dying for more, aren't you? Dying for me to touch you, to push you further."

Ava nodded again, her breath hitching as her body strained against the ropes, her chest rising and falling with each shallow breath. The gag was driving her crazy, the inability to speak making everything more intense, more desperate.

Deborah's eyes gleamed with amusement as she leaned down, her lips brushing lightly against Ava's ear. "But here's the thing," Deborah whispered, her voice low and teasing. "I like watching you like this. I like hearing those little muffled moans, knowing you can't say a word."

Ava whimpered, her breath catching in her throat as Deborah's hand slid lower, brushing over her hips with deliberate slowness. Every touch sent a jolt of heat through Ava's body, her mind swimming in a haze of frustration and arousal.

"You're completely at my mercy," Deborah murmured, her fingers trailing over Ava's skin with agonizing precision. "And I'm going to take my time with you. Make you beg for it, even though you can't say a word."

Ava's body trembled, her breath coming in shallow gasps as she pushed herself closer to Deborah, her eyes pleading for more, her need clear even though the gag kept her silent.

Deborah chuckled softly, her fingers trailing lightly over the gag, her smirk widening as Ava moaned in response. "All you can do is moan," Deborah whispered, her voice full of satisfaction. "And that's exactly how I like it."

Ava let out another desperate, muffled moan, her body straining against the restraints as Deborah's fingers teased her, pushing her closer and closer to the edge but never quite giving her the release she craved.

Deborah's hand moved lower, her fingers brushing over Ava's thighs, making her squirm, her breath coming in ragged bursts as she tried to push herself closer to Deborah's touch. But Deborah held her back, her control unwavering, keeping Ava right on the edge of desperation.

"You're not getting what you want until I'm ready to give it to you," Deborah murmured, her voice thick with authority. "And trust me, sweetheart, I'm going to take my time."

Ava whimpered again, her body trembling with the intensity of the moment, her eyes pleading with Deborah for more. But the gag in her mouth kept her silent, her voice reduced to nothing more than soft, desperate moans.

Deborah leaned down, her lips brushing against Ava's cheek as she whispered, "Let's see how much more you can take, hmm?"

Ava moaned softly, her breath hitching as Deborah's words sent another wave of heat rushing through her. The gag in her mouth was both a curse and a gift—every muffled sound she made heightened her desperation, and the inability to communicate made the need that much more intense. She squirmed, her body aching for more, every touch from Deborah sending her spiraling further into submission.

Deborah's hand slid lower, teasing the sensitive skin of Ava's thighs, her fingers grazing lightly over her without giving her the satisfaction of a firmer touch. Ava's body tensed, her breath coming in ragged bursts as she pushed herself against Deborah's hand, her hips moving on their own as she sought more contact.

But Deborah, always in control, chuckled softly, pulling her hand away just as Ava leaned into it. "Not so fast," Deborah murmured, her voice full of amusement. "You don't get what you want just because you're desperate."

Ava whimpered, her eyes wide and pleading as she tried to move closer, but the ropes holding her wrists and the gag silencing her mouth kept her in place. The combination of restraint and the soft, teasing touches was driving her wild, her entire body trembling with need.

Deborah's fingers trailed back up Ava's body, moving slowly, deliberately, as she circled her. "All those sharp little comebacks you always have. I have to say, I don't miss them." Deborah mused, her hand brushing lightly over Ava's cheek, her eyes gleaming with satisfaction. 

Ava moaned again, her voice muffled by the gag, her body shaking with the intensity of the moment. She tried to press her face into Deborah's touch, desperate for any contact, any relief, but Deborah pulled away again, her smile widening as Ava squirmed beneath her.

"I love watching you like this," Deborah said softly, her fingers playing with the strap of the gag, her voice dripping with satisfaction. "Completely helpless. Completely at my mercy. You have no idea how good you look when you can't argue back."

Ava whimpered again, her breath catching in her throat as she nodded frantically, her body shaking as she tried to communicate through the gag. She wanted to tell Deborah how much she loved this, how much she needed it, but all she could do was moan and plead with her eyes.

Deborah's hand moved back to Ava's thighs, her touch feather-light as she continued to tease, never giving her the satisfaction of a firm touch. Ava's body arched, her hips moving as she sought more contact, but Deborah held her back, her control unrelenting.

"You're going to come for me," Deborah whispered, her voice full of quiet command as her hand slid between Ava's legs, her fingers brushing lightly over her. "But not until I say. Not until you're right on the edge, desperate and aching for it."

Ava's breath hitched, her body trembling as Deborah's fingers finally pressed against her, but the touch was still too light, too teasing. She moaned loudly, her body shaking as she tried to push herself closer, but the ropes held her in place, leaving her completely at Deborah's mercy.

Deborah chuckled softly, her fingers continuing their slow, torturous rhythm, never giving Ava enough to push her over the edge, but enough to keep her on the brink. "You're already so close, aren't you?" Deborah whispered, her voice thick with satisfaction. "But you're not coming yet. Not until I give you permission."

Ava whimpered again, her body trembling uncontrollably as she nodded, her breath coming in desperate, broken gasps. She was so close—so close that the tension in her body was almost unbearable—but she knew better than to disobey Deborah's command.

Deborah's smirk widened, her fingers moving slightly faster now, pushing Ava closer and closer to the edge but still holding her back. "You're going to come so hard for me," Deborah murmured, her voice full of dark promise. "But only when I'm ready to let you."

Ava's body shook, her mind spinning with the intensity of the moment, her breath coming in short, ragged bursts as the pleasure built inside her, but she held herself back, waiting for Deborah's command.

Deborah leaned down, her lips brushing against Ava's ear as she whispered, "Now."

Ava's body convulsed, the orgasm tearing through her with such intensity that she screamed into the gag, her entire body shaking violently as the pleasure ripped through her. The gag muffled her cries, but the force of the release left her gasping, her breath coming in short, desperate bursts as wave after wave of pleasure crashed over her.

Deborah didn't stop, her fingers working Ava through the orgasm, drawing it out until Ava was a trembling, gasping mess beneath her, her body spent, her mind still spinning from the intensity of the release.

When it was finally over, Deborah pulled back slightly, her hand gently stroking Ava's cheek as she pressed a soft kiss to her forehead. "You did so well," Deborah murmured, her voice full of satisfaction and a hint of tenderness as she slowly removed the gag from Ava's mouth.

Ava gasped for air as the gag came loose, her body still trembling as she looked up at Deborah, her breath coming in ragged bursts. "That was..." Ava whispered, her voice weak but full of awe. "That was incredible..."

Deborah chuckled softly, her fingers brushing lightly over Ava's lips. "I know," she whispered, her voice soft but full of affection. "You did good, sweetheart. So good."

"Does this mean I get to put the gag on you next?"

Ava snorted. "Fat chance, sweetheart."