Gags & Muzzles

In the dead of night, I found myself standing outside the home of my high school bully, a place I never thought I'd willingly visit. The house was eerily silent, save for the distant hoot of an owl. I had been invited, a fact that still baffled me. Once a terror, the bully had become a secret admirer, and tonight, he had promised a night of pleasure.

I stepped inside. The living room was dimly lit, casting long, dancing shadows on the walls. I heard a low, husky voice from the hallway, "I've been waiting for you."

He emerged from the darkness, his towering figure starkly contrasting my lean frame. His eyes were filled with hunger, sending a shiver down my spine. He was holding a leather muzzle and a ball gag, his tools for the night.

"You remember our little agreement?" he asked. I nodded, my heart pounding in my chest. I had agreed to let him use me to explore his kinky desires, and in return, he would leave me alone.

He moved closer, his presence overwhelming. He traced his fingers down my cheek, his touch sending a jolt of electricity through my body. "You're mine tonight," he growled, his breath hot against my ear.

He led me to his bedroom, a room I had only ever seen in my nightmares. But tonight, it was different. The room was bathed in a soft, sensual light, and the air was filled with the scent of leather and desire.

He pushed me onto the bed, his eyes never leaving mine. He straddled me, his weight pressing me into the mattress. He leaned in, his lips hovering just above mine. "You're going to be a good girl for me tonight, aren't you?" he asked, his voice dripping with desire.

I nodded, my breath hitching in my throat. He smiled a wicked grin that sent a shiver down my spine. He reached for the muzzle, his fingers brushing against my cheek as he fastened it around my head. The leather was cold against my skin, starkly contrasting with the heat radiating from his body.

He then took the ball gag, his eyes never leaving mine as he slowly inserted it into my mouth. The rubber was cold and hard, filling my mouth and muffling my moans. He leaned in, his lips brushing against my ear. "You look so fucking hot like this," he growled.

He moved down my body, his hands exploring every inch of me. He reached for my pants, his fingers deftly undoing the button and zipper. He pulled them off, his eyes never leaving mine. He then moved to my panties, his fingers teasing my already wet pussy.

He moved back up my body, his lips brushing against mine. "You want me to fuck you, don't you?" he asked, his voice a low growl. I nodded, my body aching for his touch.

He reached for a bottle of lube, his fingers slick with the cool liquid. He moved back down my body, his fingers teasing my entrance. He pushed a finger inside me, his touch sending a wave of pleasure through my body.

He added another finger, his movements slow and deliberate. He stretched me, preparing me for his big dick. He then positioned himself at my entrance. "You ready for me?" he asked, his voice barely above a whisper.

I nodded. He pushed inside me, his cock filling me completely. The pain was intense, but a wave of pleasure quickly replaced it. He moved inside me, his thrusts slow and teaseful.

He leaned down, his lips brushing against my ear. "You feel so fucking good," he growled. He moved faster, his thrusts becoming more urgent.

I could feel myself getting closer, my body aching for release. He reached down, his fingers finding my clit. 

"Come for me," he growled. I exploded, my orgasm ripping through me like a freight train. He continued to thrust, his movements becoming more erratic as he chased his own orgasm.

With a final, powerful thrust, he came, his hot seed filling me up. He collapsed on top of me, his breath hot against my neck. We lay there momentarily.

He slowly pulled out of me, his cock leaving a trail of cum on my thigh. He removed the gag and muzzle. He leaned in, his lips brushing against mine in a soft, tender kiss.

"You were amazing," he whispered, his voice filled with awe. I smiled, my body still tingling from the intense pleasure. He moved off of me, his body glistening with sweat.

He looked at me, his eyes filled with a newfound respect. "You're not just a toy to me," he said, his voice barely above a whisper. "You're so much more than that."

I looked at him, my heart pounding in my chest. I had never expected this from him, this tenderness, this respect. I smiled, my heart filled with a warmth I had never felt before.

He leaned in, his lips brushing against mine in a soft, tender kiss. "I want to see you again," he whispered, his voice filled with a newfound vulnerability. I nodded, my heart swelling with emotion.

I realized this was just the beginning as I lay there, wrapped in his arms. The night had started with fear and uncertainty, but it had ended with a newfound respect and a promise of more to come. I had entered his house as his victim, but I was leaving as his equal, his partner, on a new, exciting journey.