Sara felt a strap being tightly secured around her neck to fasten the ball gag. She heard Daniela’s mocking voice: “Silence is golden, my dear! I warned you!” Sara kicked wildly with her legs, but that was all she could do as she lay on her stomach, with Daniela perched on her back. She felt Daniela fastening more straps, which were part of the ball gag, around her head. Like an inverted V, with Sara’s nose in the middle, Daniela pulled the straps across Sara’s face and over her head. Everything was tightened at the back.
Suddenly, Daniela flipped Sara onto her back. “Let’s have a look at you, my dear!” Sara quickly realized why she had been turned around—Daniela secured another strap under her chin. Now it was impossible to push the ball out with her tongue, open or close her mouth, or say anything at all.
“Mmmmmmmmpf! Mmpf, mmpf!” Sara tried to speak, but Daniela just grinned wickedly. “That gag harness suits you so well! You should wear it more often! Besides, now the other patients won’t be scared off by your screaming. Go ahead, lie down or do whatever you want. You can kick around if you like, but it’s pointless! Just relax! I’ll keep an eye on you to make sure you behave!”
After Daniela left and closed the cell door, Sara sat on the floor—speechless in the truest sense of the word—in her padded cell. *Her padded cell*. She had heard somewhere that such rooms didn’t exist anymore, and they were called "crisis rooms" these days. But surely they didn’t tie up or gag patients in those! It was clear she had ended up in some kind of private bondage or fetish facility.
A little resigned, Sara sat on the floor, trying to get some air through the gag. But the thing wouldn’t budge a millimeter! Not only was she strapped tightly into a straitjacket, but she was also expertly gagged! Almost in defeat, she tugged once more at the sleeves of the jacket, but nothing moved. Lowering her arms was impossible due to the straps at the front and sides, and if she raised her arms, the crotch strap began to play its strange, almost erotic game with her.
Sara decided to lie down and try to relax. She lay on her back, on the soft floor of the padded cell, kicking lazily in the straitjacket. After a while, she noticed she had actually relaxed a little and that it was kind of fun to struggle in the jacket, thanks to the crotch strap, which made itself known whenever she moved her arms.
Suddenly, her mood shifted. “What am I doing here? And how do I get out?” Sara sprang up as best she could with her restrained arms and threw herself against the padded door. Then against the walls. But other than making herself hot and letting out a few grunts through the gag, nothing happened. In a desperate attempt, she started kicking the door. Maybe she could break it down? She kicked again and again, at least ten times, until her feet hurt. Eventually, she gave up and sat back down on the floor.
The door immediately swung open, and a grim-looking Daniela stormed in. “Stop that nonsense! I warned you about screaming, and that’s why I gagged you! If you keep trying to break things, I’ll stop that too!” To emphasize her point, Daniela dropped something onto the floor. “And you’ve been a very naughty girl! Not only causing a ruckus, but I saw you enjoying that crotch strap playing over your pussy! But we’ll stop your little rebellion now... or should I say, we’ll strap it down! Haha.”
Daniela shoved Sara, who was sitting on the floor, onto her side, grabbed her legs, and rolled her onto her stomach. She sat on Sara’s calves, facing her feet. Sara could feel something being wrapped around her ankles and strapped tightly...
.... To be continued
- Ligoteur
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