I was so prepared to try to write Chapter 8 of Infinite Submission today, but then I saw this Picture by @Amasorbet and I spent about 10 minutes dissecting it and another 20 minutes day dreaming about being the girl in the image.  Not just for the gag but for all of the details about the scene implied by the gag and her expressions and everything else.  Details that you just KNOW I’m going to thoroughly describe.  Sorry.  Not Sorry @Rob66 ! lol.

So if you’re only on DeviantArt for the rigging, you might see a tight close up of a gagged damsels and scroll on to the nude hogties, right?  It’s cool.  I get it.  Never mind the fact that this particular damsel has the same shade of pale blue of my eyes that I’ve heard reflect the pure dominance of the Master I’m kneeling before.  I won’t take your dismissive scrolling personally.  Grrrrrrr….

No but seriously, she’s a pretty girl with puckered lips who appears to be gag talking to someone about something with a kind of different looking harness gag.  No big deal.  Right?  Errr….actually…..there is a lot more to it….

First of all, I don’t think that’s just a normal ball gag.  I think her lovely damsel mouth is being controlled by a wickedly elaborate tongue trapping plug gag with layers of ridges that her teeth sink into locking her jaw into complete immobility.  Think along the lines of THIS fucking awesome product my MoanSpeak.  Fuck!  That gag makes me get all of my damsel juices going.  No, not figuratively.  That thing in my mouth with a pad lock on the clasp and that’s it, Tina’s done.  Let the writhing commence!  Lol. 

Now back to the damsel picture.  I think we have a similar outer ridge, but the silicone is the same shade of pink as her lips.  See that solid line that is almost like a change in texture all around her lip where it looks like they curl back like a duck bill?  That “curled back” material are not her lips but rather the protruding outer ridge of the gag that holds her lips partially enclosed.  See what I mean?  Now look at it with the understanding that is ALL solid packing material shaped to conform to the size and curve of her throat.  Wow!  She’s not biting down on a ball or on some panties.  Her jaw is wedged open and held firmly in place.  She can’t open it wider to swallow.  She can’t close it to relax her jaw.  She can’t ever shift it from side to side to get a little sense of freedom. 

Let me step back and state the obvious.  Physically, this damsel has been deprived of speech.  It’s a powerful restriction, having something so fundamental taken away.  Emotionally, it is extremely impactful.  She’s been made less than.  And please, please, please comprehend the difference between being effectively muted, like what this gag does, and just being gagged so that your speech is garbled and your volume reduced.  With a regular ball gag, you can move it around in your mouth and find a position where you can pronounce enough sounds to make understandable verbal communication.  And you can still scream.  It is harder and it takes some trial and error, but your efforts are eventually rewarded.  Not with a gag like this.  Her tongue, which is her main instrument to probe for weakness in other gags, is completely sealed up.  Have you ever had your TONGUE restrained?  I mean, shit Y’all, that’s some thorough domination.  Next I’m going to run through all the different direction I could ordinarily move my jaw.  Your jaw is sort of on a floating hinge, so there is really a lot of movement available.  But not with this devil in my mouth.  A few minutes of testing and it is brutally obvious that I can’t speak. 

All I can do is beg with my eyes and HOPE I’m understood.

I want to spend a little time on the straps.  The fancy looking red strap is actually the most straightforward.  It’s a tight, broad anchor keeping the oppressively perfect plug inserted deep where it belongs.  It’s width means it has friction on my cheeks and on the back of my neck so it moved where my head moves.  And the plug in my mouth remains where the Master put it.  Nuff said on that.

But now notice the more narrow black leather straps.  They resemble a harness gag.  OF course the purpose of the straps on a harness gag are to hold the damsels mouth shut on the plug.  But these straps do not cradle under her chin or snake up over her nose and forehead forming a leather cage around her head that is needed to hold her mouth shut.  In fact, due to the size of the plug already holder her jaw open wide, there isn’t any need for a harness of that sort.  These leather straps are move narrow and less flexible than the red one.  These straps don’t cling to my face the same way.  If I turn my head, these straps actually drag across my face before they dig into my skin and then move.  This not discourages me from moving my head, but still allows it if I’m willing to pay for the privilege with the uncomfortable friction.  These straps are more like the head gear of a horse meant to control the animal than like functional components of a gag.

They are a layer of dominance.  Submit to being still, staring at whatever I place you in front of, of you may turn and look elsewhere, but you’ll feel it.  My leather straps will force you to make and effort and you’ll suffer the small pain of having to pull away from the adhesion of the leather.  Make your choice slave.

The last thing I want to discuss is the scene.  And I’m biased by what I WANT the scene to be.  I’m biased by the submission I am craving so terribly for myself.  It’s a moment that I feel I dream about having one day.  When I look at this damsel, when I see this girl who could be me, I see someone who is struggling.  She is struggling because she hasn’t consented to the exact thing that is happening here.  Maybe she’s been in a D/s situation consensually but she now wants a pause or an adjustment or a release entirely, but the Master isn’t having it.  Maybe this gag is more than she bargained for.  Maybe her week as his guest has been revealed to be a more permanent situation.  It could be a lot of variations but the bottom line is that she wants control back and she isn’t getting it. 

And that’s when bondage is real.  And that’s when submission means something.  You aren’t sacrificing if you’re only giving up what you don’t miss.  That’s the riddle of power exchange in a lifestyle situation.  That’s when being owned is more than role play.  That’s when the submissive journey starts. 

See how he has her hair down?  He knew she’s have this reaction and he wanted her to be beautiful in this moment.  Not just for his enjoyment but because this is a moment she will always remember as well.

God my heart swells so much thinking about the sense of belonging and fulfillment awaiting this girl.  She doesn’t realize it yet.  There is some hard, less-than-pleasant work ahead of her, and her Master as well.  The’ll look back one day and know it was all worth it.

And it all started here with this gag.

(I burst out in tears twice writing this and just now again.  Joyful tears.  Love all of you.  XOXOX.)