I saw the advert on Twitter. I had been looking for the perfect Valentine gift for her and the moment I spotted it on my timeline I knew I had found the right thing. I follow quite a few different sex and kink shops on that account. As a general rule their Twitter feeds tend to be dull self promotional crap but every now and then one of them will Tweet something that catches my eye.
I clicked on the link. The moment the page opened in my browser I knew it was just the thing for her. Just the thing indeed. Clicking through the various images on the page I couldn’t help but imagine her in it. Her beautiful face was imprinted on my mind and it wasn’t difficult to replace the model in the pictures with her. The thought of her with her mouth forced open, the dark black ball lodged in her mouth, the strap firmly secured at the back of her head made my cock twitch. Fuck yes, this was definitely the right gift.
I clicked on the buy it now button, went to my basket and filled in all the relevant details. Her name, address, both of which I knew off by heart and even her mobile phone number, just in case the delivery people needed to contact her.
Most of these websites just offer you a standard check out procedure when you buy something but some of them, usually the slightly more expensive ones, offer you extras. Usually I would pass on all that stuff but this was a special gift. It was for Valentines after all and for some reason this particular gift felt like a step up from the previous ones and so I paid the extra to have it gift wrapped and for a personalised note. Now all I had to do was decide what to write on it.
Leaning back in my chair to ponder my options I soon find myself lost in the thought of her wearing the gag. Would she sit quietly and willingly open her mouth for me or would there be a struggle. Would she fight me? I could feel my cock growing hard at the thought of holding her down and forcing the gag into her mouth. Unzipping my pants I continued to let my mind explore those thoughts and more; the muffled moans and screams she would make as I cut her panties from her body, the way her eyes would widen as I pushed my fingers inside her cunt, the drool that would form in the corners of her mouth and eventually drip down her chin as I held her down over the table and slid my cock into her. That last thought filled my mind, it was so clear to me, the way she would see look, sound, feel in that exact moment. As my hand worked its firm steady rhythm on my cock I played that image over and over in my mind but it was the thought of the tears running down her face when I fucked my cum into her cunt that finally made me orgasm.
Wiping the cum off my hand with a tissue that had been sitting on my desk I briefly thought about having the ball gag sent to me first so I could cum on it and then send it onto her but time was not on my side. If I wanted her to have it in time for Valentine’s then I was going to have settle for just the personalised message. In the end I went with one word that I felt said it all, clicked the pay now button, closed the lid on my computer and went off to bed in the hopes of dreaming about her reaction to the gift.
The little delivery notice telling Pippa that they had left her a parcel with her neighbour was waiting on the mat when she got home from work. Throwing her bag down on the stairs she headed straight back out the door and down the stairs to the flat below to collect what she assumed was make-up she had ordered as a Valentine treat for herself. Having an elderly neighbour who didn’t go out much had its benefits when you did lots of your shopping online but the downside was that Phyllis liked to use those opportunities to chat and sometimes getting her purchases could take well over 20 minutes. Luckily on this occasion Phyllis handed over the box quickly so as to get back to her favourite soap opera and Pippa was back in her kitchen slicing open the tape within 5 minutes.
What greeted her when she finally got the box open was another gift wrapped box. She didn’t remember paying for gift wrapping and just assumed that it was a nice added bonus that comes with buying quality make-up from a quality shop. Tearing open the pretty green and white paper her heart skipped a beat when she realised that what was in the box was not the expensive lip stick, mascara and foundation that she had selected but a beautiful black ball gag with a black leather strap.
“Fucker” she muttered to herself
The first parcel had contained lingerie, a beautiful set of matching panties and bra that had fitted perfectly. The second parcel had been a set of silver wrist cuffs, complete with little padlocks and short length of chain that ran between them and now this. Who the fuck did he think he was sending her this stuff?
A mixture of rage and fear coursed through her but as looked down at the gag she suddenly found herself wonder what it would feel like and look like on her. Picking it up she headed to the mirror in her bedroom and held it up in front of her face. Licking her lips she slide the ball into her mouth and fastened the strap at the back of her head. She studied her reflection, she looked kind of strange with her mouth forced open and filled but the more she looked the more she decided she rather liked it. For a moment she forgot about the circumstances of how she had got the gag but then suddenly it jumped back into her mind and she wrestled the thing off of her and threw it down on the bed.
It was only later when she shoving the wrapping paper into the rubbish bin that she discovered the note. It was in a little envelope with her name neatly printed on the front. Inside was on a piece of white card was printed one word,
Pippa knew she should be scared and in some ways she was, but what really freaked her out was not the fact she had no idea who was sending her this stuff but the thought of actually finding out turned her on far more than it terrified her.