Christina sat on the edge of her bed, her legs swinging back and forth as she tried to build up the courage to go through with what was really a crazy idea of hers. Beside the 21-year old college student was a small cardboard box that contained the source of her debating: a red ballgag on a clear strap. She had ordered it after seeing a joke picture online of a clear panelgag under their mask to stay both safe and silent in public. The image had sparked her imagination and before she realized what she was doing, she had opened a browser and purchased the gag.

She pushed aside the tissue paper and lifted the ballgag out. The clear straps were made of PVC, and the ball itself gave off a distinct new rubber smell. It felt different in her hand from the other ballgag she owned with a leather strap, but when she put the ball in her mouth it was the exact same helpless feeling. Looking out the window at the rain pouring down, she realized this was probably the best opportunity she had to do what she had in mind and finally steeled herself to commit to it.

First she had to change to go out. Springing up off the bed, she walked over to her wardrobe and dug through a few things. Leggings were tossed onto the bed, followed by a t-shirt. Her black rain jacket was grabbed off of the hook on the back of her door and she dressed in everything. Her bright red Hunter rain boots were retrieved from the boot tray and pulled on to her feet. She twirled in front of the mirror and nodded, now for her other preparations.

Christina gathered her phone, house keys and handcuffs and tossed them inside a small purse that she slung over her head. Shuddering and shaking out her body, she finally reached for the ballgag and held it up to her lips. Opening her mouth, she slid it into her mouth and closed her teeth around it, feeling the slick surface with her tongue. The brand new rubber taste was going to be a pain, but it was new so she would have to live with it. She wandered around the room for a couple minutes, mmphing into the gag and getting used to the size as it was slightly larger than her other ballgag. It might hurt her jaw later but she wasn’t planning on being out too long. Next she got her face mask, which was mandatory in most public places now due to the virus and put it on. With the wide covering of the bottom half of her face and the clear gag straps, it was nearly impossible to tell that she was gagged beneath her mask.

Pulling her raincoat on, she locked her door and headed outside into the rain. With the rain picking up, there were very few students out and about. One guy ran by her with his bag over his head, trying to shield himself as he sprinted for his apartment, but other than that she met no one else. Satisfied, she ducked between buildings and prepared for the second part of her bondage. Sliding her arms out of the sleeves of her raincoat, she tucked them into her jacket pockets to make it look like her hands were in her pockets. With her arms now under the coat, she pulled her handcuffs out of her purse and snapped one around her right wrist. Making sure her coat was zipped up, she felt behind her back for her other wrist and locked her wrists together.

As the handcuff snapped around her free wrist, she shuddered at the sudden feeling of helplessness. She was bound and gagged, and no one could tell. Maybe I should’ve tied a crotch rope on. She thought. Taking a few deep breaths to try and calm her increased heart rate, she closed her eyes and counted to ten before stepping out of the alley and back into the street. Truthfully, she had no idea what her plan was now, but her feet kept moving one in front of the other, carrying her down the sidewalk subconsciously as she enjoyed the thrill of her bondage. She didn’t get very far before the wind blew her hood off, exposing her face and hair to the rain. Growling a complaint into her gag, she shook her head as her hair began to stick to her neck as she continued through the rain. With her hands cuffed, she had no way of pulling her hood back up but she realized it actually added to her helplessness. Just the basic task of being unable to pull her hood back up turned her on. She closed her eyes as she took the next few steps, soaking it all in and nearly ran into a pole when she opened her eyes.

Stumbling sideways, she glanced around to see if anyone had noticed and her eyes met with a guy a few meters down the street. Her eyes widened as she recognized him.

“Christina!”

Oh Shit.

It was Nicholas, the boy in her class with whom she had been exchanging some not so subtle flirty messages. She glanced to her left and right, wondering if she could dodge away but in the time it took for her to decide, he had closed the distance between them and stood the mandated six feet away from her. “What are you doing out in the rain?”

Christina immediately tried to snarkily respond, only for her to remember that she was gagged and caught herself after the first word came out. Unfortunately for her, the word still came out and he heard it. “Hey is your throat ok?”

She nodded her head, realizing she might be totally screwed now that she couldn’t use her arms to make any signals and she couldn’t talk. “Christina? What’s that on your cheek?”

He leaned sideways to get a better look but she jerked back. “Christina?”

His voice was now very concerned. Her cheeks flushed red under her mask. “Are those straps of some kind?”

She didn’t have a way to respond and could only stare back a him. A sudden understanding seemed to pass over his face. “Is that a gag?”

She froze. Realizing the jig was up, she jerked her head towards the nearby storefront awning and the two took shelter underneath. Once they were safe from the rain, she turned around and tried to indicate with her head for him to come closer. Nicholas hesitated before approaching her and undoing her mask. His eyes widened in surprise as the barrier fell away exposing her teeth clenched around a red ballgag. “Wow, it looks so perfect between your teeth.”

That was definitely not the reaction she had been expecting from him, but she turned around to hide her confusion, instead inviting him to remove her gag. He obliged, lifting the wet curtain that was her hair aside before unstrapping the gag. It made a popping sound as it came out of her mouth and she licked her lips to collect the saliva that exited her mouth before he let the gag dangle around her neck like a kinky necklace. “So...care to explain?” Nicholas asked.

Admitting to it was way harder than she thought, even though she had been caught in the act. “I...I like bondage.” She choked out. “I’m handcuffed under my raincoat as well. I bought this gag to wear under my mask so I could go around in public without anyone noticing.”

She looked down. “Except that you noticed.”

Nicholas raised an eyebrow before reaching forward and unzipping her black rain jacket, exposing her tight t-shirt and her arms behind her. Raising the jacket, he inspected her cuffed hands before nodding and zipping the jacket back up. “Well, I can’t exactly say I took you for a kinky girl, but I like it.” He said with a grin.

Christina stared at him, not comprehending what he meant until he lifted the ballgag back up to her mouth. “Do you mind if I take you home?” He asked with a wink. “I’m sure I can show you some of the ropes.”

She broke into a grin. “I’m all yours.”

Opening her mouth obediently, she allowed Nicholas to slide the ball behind her teeth and buckle it tightly, noting how he notched it one tighter than what she had done. The strap now pulled back the corners of her mouth and the ball was forced deeper than before. She let out a quiet moan of pleasure as he replaced her mask, hiding her gag once more. Christina couldn’t help but smile around her gag as he beckoned her to follow him through the rain. Maybe after tonight, she would have someone else to make her helpless.