We haven’t used this pump gag much and it needs two things – it needs to be broken in, and I need to get use to it. We were talking about it while I was at my desk and Martin goes into the Playroom and comes back out with it and ties me right there, to the chair. He ties my throat to the back rest, ties my legs crossed, then pumps the gag just enough to keep me on edge. It was a perfect scenario because I was wearing crotch-less pantyhose, heels, and I had also put on a pair of nipple and clit clamps underneath my clothing. I loved this whole thing. I wasn’t bound in a ton of rope, nor was I tied tight. It was the throat anchoring me down and restricting my breathing, and the inflated penis pushing me to my limit. Martin lets me struggle in the chair while I try and get the hang of it, then he comes up, pumps the gag a couple times, deflates it, then pumps it more times than the last. After the gag was pumped to near capacity, I start squirming so much in my chair that Martin connects my hands to my feet so I can’t move my legs and my arms much more.
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