What's milf Julie doing on her phone? Sexting? Sending feet pics? Arranging a hookup? Researching self-bondage techniques? Something else?

I am married, and I am about to leave my husband, after cheating on him for over a year.

Got married young, he was my 2nd bf, and life went on. After some time, he stopped noticing me. I did gain some weight, but I am far from being fat, since I am petite, even a few extra pounds are visible. We just stopped having sex, and not because lack of trying on my end. He would always do it, when I initiated it, but after I while I got fed up, and stopped taking the first step. He didnt approach me for over three months, and when he finally did, it was because he was drunk, and couldnt even perform.

I tried everything to help myself in my solitude, including this place, but I was longing for someone to touch me, not just touch me, for someone to want me.

Then he came along. I have met him one evening, when I went out with some friends. He gave me attention, everyone noticed, and even made jokes about it (be careful, she is married). He found me on social media, and we started texting.

I am close to 40, so all this online chatting and flirting was totally new for me, and I didnt manage to get a hold of it. This lasted for a long, long time, he was very persuasive, and I went for coffee with him.

The moment he sat opposite to me in that caffe, I knew that I was done.

It is now over a year of our sexual relationship. The sex, oh my god, the sex is perfect. He made me try some things I have never thought I would enjoy, but I did, (anal and bondage), he made me feel loved and cared for, even though the sex was rough and super intense. After a few months, he asked me to get a divorce, and move in with him.

I was struggling to make a decision, had my ups and downs, not ready to take this life changing step. So I decided to try my best to save the marriage. We started having sex again, still only after I initiated it. It was so bleak, so vanilla, so uninteresting, that I started to wonder, was it always like this, or am I broken now?

I realized that I am not broken, but our marriage is. His birthday is on 5th of April, so I wont do it before that, and I will wait a few weeks after it passes, and I am telling him. I dont want my life to pass by me.

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Bitch Boss Must Pay! (Story)

I wonder if anyone ever hated their boss to the degree that I do whilst having to keep their mouths shut and smile at the same time. I come from a foreign country, working my first job, basically forced by my father to go 'pay my dues' for a few years before returning to the family business eventually. The truth is the family is exceedingly wealthy (albeit most of our wealth comes from illegitimate sources) but I must admit I do respect the intent to go through a 'normal' process with regards to my career.

So I get a job at an international consultancy, start at the bottom and basically accept whatever work brief that lands on my table.
I spend the first year working long hours, running endless research, burning the midnight oil, accepting a very modest income at the same time. Basically I find myself doing all my boss's work AT THE SAME TIME acting as a goddamn gopher for her almost everyday. Collecting her laundry, babysitting her cats, fetching her food/coffee, and writing ALL of her reports while taking all her derogatory comments on the chin. Having done my best to hide my family background, I supposed she just considered me another lowly foreign peasant of a worker to be abused and taken for granted.

Now I admit I am not much to look at, 6 foot tall, slightly overweight, ungainly hair but i do try to scrub up nice and always dress as well as I can. The fact that I do not have a girlfriend or have much of a social life at all, doesn't escape her and her peers who never seem to stop reminding me that I just cannot or will ever get with a girl in this country. For the past year, that seems to be a subject of fun at every team social event but to my credit I smile, go along with it and just get my work done. The most annoying thing about my boss however is despite my hard work and efforts to please her, she did not even see fit to give me a raise or a bonus at the end of the year! My pent up frustrations at this point were just about to boil over.

Her one and only saving grace is that she was hot. Beautiful 5 foot 6 specimen, with gorgeous smooth fair skin, dark raven hair and an ass that looked fucking fantastic in a tight dress suit. Her shapely curvaceous body was well sculpted by hours at the gym and at the yoga studio, basically hours that could be spent at work instead of being the lazy cunt that she was. Just a few years older than myself at 28, she had risen to the position of senior manager on the basis of her winning smile and flirtatious demeanour with the male superiors at the company. Despite my disdain for her work ethics, she was quite mesmerising and easy on the eye. i constantly found myself stuttering in her presence, blinded by her beauty and that awesome perfume she always wore. On my smoke breaks with my male peers, I would have to bite my lip and just listen into their conversations around how each of them would try and be the first in the company to tap that fine ass. Fortunately for them, they did not have the misfortune of being her subordinate I constantly thought.

In my private moments I would imagine all the things I would do to her to put her in her place. Unfortunately being in a foreign country, I did not have the means or the courage to carry out some of the darker thoughts floating around in my mind. However, one fine day as what I would consider fate, our team got the word that they would be travelling to my home country for a week long project at the headquarters. Our team of 5 which consisted of Mel, her assistant;Anne, myself and two other guys would be sent for 2 weeks, one to work on the project and another for some rest and relaxation as part of our annual perks.

Upon hearing the news that we would be travelling to my home country, Mel very 'astutely' stated that I should be the one handling ALL the travel arrangements for the entire team seemingly due to the fact that I would know best where to stay, eat, party etc etc. How convenient. As usual I sucked it up and agreed while formulating a plan in my head to ensure that she in particular would be having a trip she would never forget.

I went about booking the best of everything I could think of for our trip, the best hotel, great restaurants and bars for the first week. Everyday after a hard days work for the first week, I would bring my colleagues to experience nothing but the finest in my city while taking great care not to run into anyone who might know or recognise me in my city. As far as she knew, I would retire for the night and go back to whichever slum I came from, stating that I rather than stay in the hotel would prefer to spend time with my family. In truth, I would be laying out plans for my dear boss come the end of the week.

The final working day would culminate with a big night out for the team. Unbeknownst to them I had reserved the club owned by my cousins and had organised an unforgettable experience for all. Dinner at a 5 star restaurant preceded and arriving at the hotel to pick everyone up was a convoy of luxury vehicles one for each team member with Mel given the Rolls Royce. Again they were all cars owned by my family and each driver our employees. I personally volunteered to drive her and upon being questioned how I had organised all this on our company budget, I simply stated that I had called in favours at the car rental service I had 'used to work for'. I suppose she was so caught up in the experience she did not ask further questions. Now as her personal gopher, I had come to know of her affinity for specific party drugs and she had ordered me to obtain them for her for the purposes of really enjoying the night. As part of my ruse, I at first advised against it stating that this was highly frowned upon in my country. As usual, well she did not listen and insisted upon it anyway.

I marvelled at how gorgeous she was when I picked her up from the hotel. Wearing a figure hugging, above knee length, tube- top lavender dress with matching high heels, she was truly stunning. With her hair done up neatly in a bun to accentuate her delicate neck and shoulders, she could have been mistaken for a professional model. On our way to the club after dinner, she predictably consumed the powder along with champagne I had placed in the car for her. The club itself was truly one of the best in the world and she and the team were afforded VIP treatment, with the best drinks and seats in the house. I entered the club giving knowing glances to the security team, barman and the manager. The powder I had provided her initially gave her a limited boost intended to wear out at a certain point. After 3 hours of drinking and dancing, she turned to me to ask for more. I again attempted to feign reluctance but however she would as usual, get her way. I passed her an amount and asked a waiter to guide her to the VIP bathroom to ensure privacy for her. Mel got up and followed him to a secluded office area and was left alone in it. Unknown to her, being the designated handbag holder, I had placed a few more grams of her favourite vice inside whilst she was off dancing and parading her fine ass on the floor.

Mel used the bathroom before preparing the powder in lines on the counter. As she bent over, the bathroom door flew open with four burly men dressed in police uniforms entering ominously and commanding her to put her hands up. Frozen in shock initially, she tried to blurt out some sort of explanation for what she was doing to no avail. They informed her that she had just committed a grievous crime and someone on the staff had tipped them off. Tears welled in her eyes as she sobbed and tried to explain how she was a foreigner and had no idea that what she was doing was illegal. Shaking their heads, they informed her that she would be taken into custody and her team and company would be informed. She was read her rights as they handcuffed her wrists behind her back and lead her out of the bathroom and towards a private stairwell leading to the rear entrance.

She wept, her makeup streaming down her pretty face as she was ushered out the entrance where a black, tinted SUV awaited. She pleaded again and again to at least let her colleagues know what was happening with those pleas falling on deaf ears. She was placed in the backseat and sandwiched by two of the men, still desperately trying to reason with them. Unfortunately being drunk and a little stoned, she herself was unsure what words she was uttering in the first place. As the SUV sped off to its destination, she somehow gathered her thoughts and attempted once more to get out of her predicament.

“Please guys. I really am just a foreigner and I had no idea I was doing anything seriously wrong. Please find a way to let me go and I will never do this again. I just want to get back home. I cannot have this land on my record. I will be ruined. Please if there is anything I can do to get you to reconsider taking me in, I will do it. Please. I will do anything.” She literally at this point was begging for her life.

The man beside her looked at her inquisitively. “Anything?”

“Anything”. She said through tears and sobs.

The man in the front passenger seat turned around and looked at her. “Nice dress. Take it off”.

“Are..are you serious?” she stammered.

“Take it the fuck off”.

The driver pulled over at the side of the road and turned around to watch the show. Her backseat companions released Mel from her handcuffs allowing her to reluctantly reach back to unzip her dress, holding it up at her chest, hoping for a reprieve that never would come. She allowed the material to fall off her torso, exposing her lace white strapless bra, pulling the dress down her waist, her knees and ankles, leaving her in her bra and matching white lace thong. The beautiful girl handed over her dress to one of the men with the other reaching out expectantly to receive her bra and panties as well. Mel choked back a loud sob as she unclasped her bra, unveiling her pert B Cup breasts before pulling her thong down her legs and submitting them to him. She was now fully naked and humiliated in front of the men. She wrapped her arms around her body and crossed her legs; desperately trying to protect whatever modesty she had left. The handcuffs were reintroduced, her wrists once more locked behind her, allowing her breasts and hard large pink nipples to be on full display.

“Spread your legs”.

Her soft, swollen eyes blinked away tears as she slowly spread her legs to expose her smooth waxed pussy to the men in front. She was aided by the men at the back, who took no issue with having her knees and calves on their laps. They stroke her lovely skin as phone camera flashes went off, capturing the sight of her naked and spread in the car that begun to resume its journey once more.

Meanwhile back at the club, Anne and everyone else were wondering where their manager had disappeared. She had been gone for about 45 minutes with myself feigning ignorance on her whereabouts. Efforts to ask staff if they had seen her were met with shakes off the head. Finally as scheduled, Anne suddenly received a text message from Mel’s phone informing them that she had met a nice young man and had chosen to go off with him. ‘Mel’ also assured the rest that she would catch up with them as soon as she could during the week and not to worry about her. Anne sighed with a smile of relief and simply texted back the words “Enjoy boss. Have fun!”. With that we enjoyed the rest of the night at the club before I left them to head off towards my real fun for the night and the rest of the week.

A luxury car picked me up outside the club and I immediately received a video documenting the recent events surrounding my annoying boss. The four men all of whom were my own cousins filmed her stumbling naked and handcuffed down a flight of stairs to the basement of a house we owned about an hour and a half outside of town. Upon reaching the foot of the stairs, she was met with the sight of a dimly lit room with a large four-poster bed in the background with an attached bathroom at the side. There was no other furniture or fixtures save for a steel chain attached from the ceiling with wrist manacles. Mel gasped when she saw a large dildo, a butt plug, a few mouth gags and some other bondage equipment placed on the bed as well as a riding crop and a whip. I grinned at her expression of fear and panic as she took in her surroundings that also included a tripod and video camera beside the bed.

“What the fuck are you people going to do to me? This is illegal. Are you really policemen?” she screamed.

A loud hard thump was heard as a large hand smacked her across her face causing her to crumple to the floor, stunned by the sudden blow. My cousin knelt down and grabbed her by the hair pulling her up sharply to her knees before berating her.

“What did you say bitch? Do you want to go to jail? Do you want to appear in a court for your drug crimes? Do you want to appear in the news as the stupid foreign cunt that thought she could flaunt our laws? Do you???”

“But you can’t do this! Whatever you are planning to do, please don’t do it!” she cried out through the pain of having her hair roughly pulled.

“We can do whatever we want. This is our country. If we want to send you to the worst women’s prison in the state, we can. If we want to make your pretty ass disappear, we can. If we want to chop you up in little pieces and feed you to the dogs, we can! Now, are you going to cooperate or not? If you do, your friends may be able to see you again and you may be able to return to your own fucked up country! What’s your choice cunt?” he shouted in her ear.

“OWWW…I’ll do it! I’ll do it! Please don’t turn me in!” she screamed.

“Let me remind you why you are here!” he yelled. He opened the bag of remaining powder, stepped away and poured it over the concrete floor.

“Get on all fours and come here! You love to snort don’t you? COME HERE AND SNORT! ALL OF IT! CRAWL BITCH!”

Mel sobbing wildly slowly placed her hands on the floor and began crawling towards the mound of powder. She gazed up pleadingly once more at the men before positioning her face over it. Impatient, he grabbed the back of her head and pushed it down, rubbing her pretty face all over the white powder. “SNORT!”
She cried as she inhaled, her face, neck, breasts and torso covered in cocaine. Gasping and coughing, she fell to her side as he released her once satisfied that she had consumed as much as possible. As she lay there, they produced another set of cuffs, this time locking her ankles together. I watched as they raised her to her feet, attaching the ceiling manacles to her wrists, suspending her from the ceiling with her feet barely touching the ground.

I was really getting hard at the sight of her completely naked, stretched out with her arms above her head, covered in white powder, gasping away, trying to spit out whatever had entered her mouth and nostrils. She groaned as a ball gag was produced and inserted into her mouth. A towel was produced and she was wiped clean off the remaining powder on her body and face. A leather blindfold was placed around her head as well as a set of noise-cancelling headphones to prevent her from hearing a single sound. Mel was now as she should be to me. Blind, deaf and mute. The men stepped back to take a few more photos of their bound and gagged guest as she hung from the chains, to await my arrival.

I walked down the stairs slowly, in anticipation of what I was about to do to my dear boss. I had deliberately requested for my cousins to leave the room and even before I reached the foot of the stairs, I could hear the sound of her labored breathing and muffled groans through her gag. I drank in the sight of her, beautiful fair skinned beauty hung out before me in nothing but her high heels. As she could neither see or hear, she had no idea I was approaching her slowly, walking around her, admiring her firm, fit and feminine body that was slick and shiny with her own sweat. I had asked for the air conditioning to be turned off to increase her level of discomfort. I circled her slowly, noting how flawless and wonderfully curvaceous she was, with amazing hips, perky ass and breasts that were not large but with tasty, large pink nipples highlighting them. I was really enjoying her muffled moans and groans that were so sexy on my ears, far sexier than the sounds of her ordering me around for the past year or so. Her body jerked around as my hands finally landed on it, running them up and down her waist, stomach and up to her soft, supple breasts, fondling them gently enjoying tweaking and lightly pinching her nipples. She groaned out loud, shaking her head as my lips landed on her neck and shoulders, kissing her lightly, licking her and enjoying how she tasted. I embraced her from behind, burying my face in her hair, kissing her cheeks while squeezing her breasts. She was so helpless before me and I loved every second of it.

“Hello Mel. I know you are going to hate what I am going to do to you but I don’t care. You have enjoyed using me in certain ways, now I am going to enjoy you in many other ways too. Fucking bitch. You have made my life difficult and now you are going to pay for it you stupid lazy whore!” I said out loud, secure in the knowledge that she could not hear a thing with the headphones on.

She struggled in vain as my hands reached down to grab her ass. Those firm, round and sensual cheeks felt so good to me. Her moans intensified as I ran my fingers between the crack of her ass and around the front on her bare waxed pussy. I walked over to the bed, returning with the riding crop in hand. I imagined and recalled all the times she made me be her errand boy, demeaning me and not giving me any recognition at all. With that anger I unleashed my wrath on her fat ass, without any mercy at all. The crop rained down upon both cheeks, causing her to scream madly through her gag. Red welts began to appear on her skin as I wound up and released the crop, spanking her as hard as I could without stopping. She trashed around as far as her restraints would allow her, incoherent cries for mercy filling the room. As I whipped her, I voiced out all my frustrations at her only stopping when her ass began turning black and blue.

I walked around to her front, gripping her face firmly while berating her. Tears streamed down from underneath her blindfold as I slapped her face a few times. Even then I found myself unsatisfied with the revenge I was doling out on her. She screamed in pain once more as heavy nipple clamps were applied, pulling her fat nipples downwards. I stepped back to admire my handiwork, watching her writhe in pain. When I felt the slightest bit of pity for her, I removed the clamps and allowed her to relax. Knowing that I would have her to enjoy for the next few days, I called my cousins back in to unchain her and clean her up for what was to come next.

It was her first time modeling a bondage shoot. She had an amazing body and nice firm breast and ass. It took her a few moments to finally disrobe in front of the camera. She must have resigned herself to being undressed in front of a half-dozen strangers because, from that point on, she immediately followed every instruction we asked of her. It wasn't until she was firmly shackled in place that she noticed the little red light on the larger film camera. I remember her asking if she was being filmed live. I took this picture just as the new "slave" turned her head into the direction to to get a better look at the Arabian woman who smirked at her. Her eyes told it all. She was in deep, deep trouble and nobody knew she was even doing this.

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Rough bondage. 

A recount of a punishment task
as a sissy who is in to self bondage
As instructed by my master
(Bigtim73942)

A few weeks ago my master was angry with me for not following instructions sent to my email
Master gave me one chance to remain his sissy fuck cunt
The instruction was simple I was to go to the old truckstop on the bad side of town with the following items
Pink sissy panties (that are embroidered with the words RAPE ME )
TACK BRA
SHORT SCHOOLGIRL SKIRT
TINY WHITE TOP
Knee socks
6 inch black heels
After dressing in the above outfit
I grabbed my bondage gear and walked the 3 miles to the truckstop
I knew what was expected of me for sure since I knew that this place had a shower house
I went in to the shower building and proceeded to prepare myself
I went to the broken shower stall (it doesn't have a door) entered the stall and began
First I hooked a 4 foot chain to a pipe in the ceiling that held my handcuffs
Next I put in my ring gag
Strapped my ankles in a 3 foot spreader bar and then cuddled my hands to the chain
There I was 5 pm Friday night all dressed up bound bent over with my panties clearly visible to anyone
I can't tell you how long it was before it started but it did when a fat old trucker walked in and started to laugh at my situation all I remember him saying was he would be happy to follow the suggestion on my panties eventually
First off let me describe this ma
He was an older Hispanic man about 60 to 65 years old about 6 foot tall and 450 or so pounds
As he reached under my panties to discover my chastity cage ha laughed hard and twisted my balls in his very rough hand he just laughed and called me a filthy pathetic worthless faggot when he had finished tormenting my tiny balls he stepped in front of me with his massive 10 inch cock hanging out by this time there was an audience of other men laughing and abusing my balls the first man grabbed my hair and drove his cock in my mouth it was absolutely filthy and unwashed the crust under his foreskin tasted of rotten fish he forced it down my throat and started to drain his piss in my stomach I was crying as another man that I never saw ripped my panties off of me and drove his cock in my unlubed and unprotected sissy cunt this is were the constant torment started and continued until around 11 pm Sunday night when someone from the truckstop came in and released my cuffs with the key I had hidden in my bag
I was hanging almost unconscious when he found me he fucked my throat then left me on the floor after about an hour I managed to pull myself together enough to release the rest of my bonds and stumble home

This is my painful account in hopes that master will keep me

Hi. I'm a married guy who has always harbored an inner slut. I've always fantasized about being a man's submissive house slave. Ready to serve at his pleasure. Recently I've been kind of reliving all my illicit homosexuality encounters mentally and wanted a place to keep track. Kind of a game I'm playing with myself, I put in a large buttplug and write everything I remember about being fucked by men in my life. I doubt anyone reads this stuff, but seems like a safe place to keep this at any rate. Here's some of them. Maybe more if I feel like it. DMs are open if you have thoughts or questions.

Dash - sucked dick / 69 / sucked my dick too. Not great, he had a hard time cunning because of his meds. Little dick. He always kind of wanted to be bottom but I always did it. Sucked him off numerous times, would sometimes make him jerk off in my mouth when I gave him a ride home.

Hempabuser - sucked dick/anal . older divorced guy who lived in an apt off elm hill pk. Met him several times. Would give me 25 dollars and an eighth of weed to suck him off. One time I asked if he wanted to fuck me and we did. Lasted a little bit then I asked if we could stop. It kind of hurt. He jerked off all over me.

Weird Arab- sucked dick (no cum). Older Arab guy. Demanded to see my ID when I went to his apartment off harding Pl. After I showed him he took me to his room. He had a huge uncut dick. Sucked him off and told him I wanted to fuck. I had brought lube. He said with a hungry look in his eyes "yeah you want to fuck baby" and proceeded to lay me down with my legs closed and start to fuck me. It hurt so fucking bad. I told him I had to get something from my car and ran off. Never to return. Saw him once at Cafe coco. We didn't speak.

Man in the dark - sucked dick. off of Piccadilly in Antioch. Met a guy in his house. All the lights were off. He was naked in bed. I got on bed and sucked his dick. He came in my mouth.

Mexican - Mexican guy off of harding place. Got ready to suck him off and he had herpes scars on his balls. I left.

Black guy in Antioch - sucked dick, anal. Met at his apartment. Sucked his dick awhile then he wanted to fuck. His dick was very big and when he penetrated me he got shit on his dick and kicked me out.

Black guy near Percy priest - sucked dick / anal / possible video - met him on lunch break. Went to his house. Sucked him off awhile, I noticed he was positioning his laptop like maybe he was recording. He told me to get naked and turned me around. He fucked me with no rubber and came in my ass. When I left his cum inside me felt amazing.

Black guy near the airport - sucked dick / anal / almost forced. Met a guy while the girls were out of town. Near airport. Large black guy, hairy, drunk. I started sucking his dick. Very large, long and girth. He said very drunkenly that that wouldn't work and turned me around. I took my clothes off while he got behind me. His breath smelled like alcohol and he put his lubed up dick in me with no condom. It hurt a lot and I tried to stop but he just laid his weight on me and told me to relax. Eventually I did, and after what seemed like 30 mins of him pounding me he came a huge load inside me. My asshole was literally wrecked for 2 weeks after. I tried to meet him again, even begged him to let me have more of that BBC but he told me I wasn't his type.

Therapist Phil- met him numerous times. Would go to his office in Franklin and suck his dick. He always gave me a 20 "for gas". Met him probably a dozen times. He always came in my mouth and on my face. One time after he had cum all over my face I laid down naked with my legs spread. He said "yes" eagerly and laid on me and fucked me with no condom. He came in my ass and it made me jump because it felt like I had shit but it was just his huge load all over my asshole. The whole time his first load was drying on my face.

pedo at my parents house - met him when I was 16. He was maybe 25? He was nervous about being caught. Really small dick. Sucked him off, he came in my mouth. Said "you did it!" And left

Black guy in Antioch #2: met him at his house. Seemed like he was in a relationship. Decent sized dick, used anal ease, worked amazing. Used a condom. Came from my ass.

Cop: met him maybe 10 times. Apartment off blue hole rd. Looked like bran, big dick, messy apartment. Would talk really dirty to me while I sucked his dick. Called me a "pig" an a "slut" and made me tell him how much I loved sucking his dick. Always wanted to fuck me. I let him twice. He didn't use a rubber but was weird about my body fluids. Came inside me, tiny load. Liked to keep the windows open so someone walking by could see.

Other keith: met him 3 times. House in Antioch. Nice looking, played the hobbit while I sucked his dick. Liked to cum on my face, picked me up one time and said "I'm going to fuck you" and did just that. I started to say no, but he just pounded himself in me. Came inside me.

Red roof bondage: met a guy at red roof inn. Paid for the room myself. Massively obese guy, had a lot of bandage stuff. Chained up my hands and feet, put clothespins all over my nipples and dick and balls. Made me suck him off. Told me he was going to take pictures of me and make me drink his pee. Called his friend to come over to fuck me too. Was getting really horns, blindfolded and tied up at this strangers mercy who intended to fufk the shit out of me, at least him. My duck, usually soft with men, was rock hard. He started slapping the clothespins off of me, hard. When he slapped them off my balls I thought I was going to cum but I didn't, I don't know if he saw that but he hit me with an open hand really hard on the dick and I blew a giant load all over him and my chest. I told him I was grateful but I was done. He untied me and I left.

boobs for attention...and now that I've got it: does anyone want to keep a feminist gagged?
I'm a 27 year old leftist, but my number one kink since I was a teenager has been bondage and gags. I'm disappointed if I watch a misogynistic porn video where a slut gets tied up and the bitch doesn't get gagged, or gets gagged but then ungagged later. I want them to stay gagged! If men have to ungag a cunt in order to fuck her face that's fine, but make sure to promptly regag the whore when you're done! 
My favourite type of gag is panties stuffed in the mouth and a whole roll of tape wrapped around the head. 
If I saw this in real life though I'd be completely opposed and I'd come to the defense of the woman. And if any man tried to stuff my mouth with a gag I'd fight him tooth and nail. But I get so soaking wet thinking about it and fantasizing watching porn of women getting grabbed, bound, gagged and treated like property and fucktoys just for being female. I orgasm every day exclusively to the fantasy of getting kidnapped and kept in permanent bondage, Mmpfhing pathetically into my gag as my pussy gets filled. 

if you comment, why dont you tell me your fantasy of how youd kidnap a bitch to keep her as your gagslut?