Gags are a girl’s best friend
By atfirstdawn

*Mature content warning
*©Keira Morrison/ atfirstdawn 2013


Living alone with a fetish that takes two can be rather frustrating, especially when you’ve been single for as long as I have. But while I don’t have any fool-proof way of enhancing my current social status from single to taken, I do have a rather useful distraction to get me through the lonely winter nights.

Now, I don’t live very close to anything really, so if I ever want a night on the town or a day at the beach I always have to catch a train or a bus and sit twiddling my thumbs for forty minutes both there and back in a box with wheels which is usually full of screaming kids, it’s a nightmare to say the least and fair to say that I detest travelling, at least on public transport.

Thankfully though, small, local and suburban businesses exist; and therefore, so too does my distraction…

Drastic Plastic is a rather unique business venture amongst the countless convenience stores and small time cafes which populate my little area of the world, in that it caters to those who live lives a little less ordinary than most, ‘ordinary’ here having the meaning of ‘socially accepted’.

What is essentially a D.I.Y store gone sex shop, Drastic Plastic doesn’t exactly scream high end quality or value for money of any sort (when was the last time you saw an independent niche business with dirt cheap prices?) but its homely, local, has everything I need and I can just about afford what I want when I want it.

Buying what I want isn’t too pleasant though, I don’t know her name but the old woman who owns the store is such a miserable piece of work, I tried speaking to her once but only got a couple of grunts. She was probably pretty once (she looks more like a crow now than you could ever believe), and probably lived loud, proud and open to anything until something no doubt happened to her to rip away her vitality and trap her in a dead end business, and with the lack of consumerism for such a niche market, it can’t be easy living for her on a day to day basis. Nevertheless, while perhaps not being wholly fitting of its namesake, Drastic Plastic still has rather a lot to offer, from vibrators to riding crops and from flavoured underwear to fluffy handcuffs, there really is a little something for everyone, except for me, who gets the whole alcove in the top left corner of the store all to herself.

I’ve never really seen Drastic Plastic what I’d deem as being busy, but on those rare occasions where there has been more than just myself and the crow behind the counter in the store, the top left alcove is always ignored and even actively avoided by most. Even though it’s an alcove, it’s easy to see what is stocked there and its proof of their prejudiced thought processes that most visitors to the store choose to spend their time as far away from it as possible. Even those who are curious about entering the alcove usually look left and right and hesitate before deciding not to step into it; it’s a rather sad spectacle.

But one person’s hell is another person’s heaven and for me, Drastic Plastic’s little left hand alcove is just the slice of heaven I often need.

Made up of three mirrored walls, the alcove is heavily stocked with a wide range of BDSM tools. Some of the items are rather run of the mill such as hoods, masks, arm binders, spreader bars, hobble skirts, whips, crops, chains, clamps tape and gags, while other items are a bit farther afield like metal stocks and bridles.

I never know where to start but I always end up staring at the gags, I should probably stop buying gags if I’m honest, I have way more than anyone or any couple would ever need. But I just can’t help myself, gags are this particular girl’s best friends, in that I love the way they make me feel; I love the way they fill my mouth and stop me from speaking or calling out, I love the feeling of the latex against my tongue and the way the leather straps feel on the skin of my cheeks. I love the power and control they have over me and love how they heighten my deepest senses… and they’re pretty.

And like all important decisions in life, choosing the one I want is really difficult, it’s like choosing between chocolate and ice-cream…

I often wish that the old crow behind the counter would hire some help, someone who would help customers with product information, or to which product they’d be best suited; an attractive, single, mature and open minded sales assistant isn’t too much to ask for is it?

Well, one can dare to dream…

“Can I help you, Miss?” she’d ask me, a vision of courteous beauty.

“Oh (wow), I’m just trying to decide, they’re all so pretty.”

“I know, right? It’s like choosing between chocolate and ice-cream.”

“(Oh my god I love you) …I… uh, you have no idea how right you are!”

“Well, I always say that you can never have too much chocolate or ice-cream, y’know, while I’m eating them that is.”

“(Marry me, marry me right now!)”

“Miss? Excuse me… Miss?”

“Oh! Sorry, (I was lost in your… everything) yes?”

“I asked if you’d like me to help you decide.”

“(God would I) Umm, I’d love you to.”

And this would be how it’d begin; this is how an average run-of-the-mill day with only myself for company would become something truly special.

“Okay then, well this is just what I usually do.” she’d say while gently nudging me closer to one of the mirrored walls of the alcove. “It may not work for you but if I can’t decide I just let the day decide for me.”

Standing behind me, she’d take my hair in her hands and pull it from over my shoulders and let it hang freely behind me before loosely wrapping her arms around me and pressing up against me.

“For example, the clothes you decided to wear today and the way you have your hair. If you wearing shorts or a miniskirt and a short top then I’d treat the desired gag as a fashion accessory, you wouldn’t want something like a ball gag to dominate the outfit with its thick straps and distracting centrepiece, so I’d go for a Jennings or even spider gag, something not as full bodied y’know.”

“Uhh, okay… (hold me a little tighter please).”

“So let’s see what we have here then.” she’d say as her hands would begin to caress my clothing “You’re rather covered up; a nice grey canvas coat nicely detailed, lots of pockets, a simple dark purple shirt underneath with… a picture of… a hat? What is that?”

Quickly her fingers would find the zipper of my coat and pull it down, her arm and hand caressing my breast as she opened my coat to reveal my shirt’s design.

“Oh it’s Top Cat! Ah, Top Cat is cool. I love cats.” She’d say with a genuine smile which I’d plainly see reflected in the mirror.

“(Please make an innuendo)”

“I think there’s an innuendo in there somewhere.”

“(Just say that you really like all kinds of pussies, I’m easily impressed right now) Hmm, I’m sure it’ll come to you…” I’d say in a meek tone with an underlying degree of childish embarrassment.

“Yeah, in the middle of the night when there is no one to hear it. Anyway, so, purple Top Cat and a grey canvas coat, both quite dark colours, so I’m thinking we add to it. I’m thinking a ball gag, 2 inches, maybe more and a dull colour to compliment your shirt and coat, no use contrasting it with a bright colour, it wouldn’t work. Sound good so far?”

“(There’s a gorgeous woman holding me from behind candidly talking about which gag she’d like to see me in, damn I’m finding it so hard to behave.)” With a smile and my eyes completely focused on hers through the mirror in front of me I’d nod my head in agreement.

I’d watch as her arm would reach out towards the gags which hung in front of us before pulling a blue two inch ball gag from its place and holding up to the side of my head by one of its straps.

“Looking good?” she’d ask, while I’d reply with another wordless nod of my head. Reaching her other arm around me and taking the freely hanging strap of the ball gag in her other hand she’d pull the gag horizontal in front of my mouth. “May I?” she’d ask with a smile.

I’d be totally aware of my heart thundering against my chest and the heat building in my cheeks and the uncomfortable-to-resist urges building in my core as I’d open my mouth to accept the gag being offered to me. The cold latex would touch my tongue and rest against my teeth as the gag entered my mouth and I’d struggle to stifle a moaning mewl as she’d pull the straps around my cheeks and buckle them tightly at the back of my head.

My body would be an inferno, trembling with the intense heat of excitement as her arms embraced me from behind and her jaw would rest on my shoulder so that she could get a better view of me in the mirror.

“How’s that?” she’d ask with a now familiar and knee weakening smile.

I’d mumble the word ‘yes’ to her and feel my core explode within me causing me to take a deep breath and arch my back and close my eyes until the surge passed, it’d feel so right in her arms that I’d dare to speak again with the intelligible words of ‘it feels like a dream’.

She’d hold me tighter and I’d raise my arms and hold her as best I could with my back to her. Once again I’d close my eyes and be lost in a perfect eternity with her embrace, the gift of her gag and the constant explosions within me for company and comfort…

And then my mind would return to the store itself where I’d be standing alone in its darkened corner, faced again with the questions of to-buy-or-not-buy and which-one-if-I-chose –to-buy-anything-at-all. I’d continue to stand there, my mind refusing to come to any conclusion while musing over the echoes of my wild fantasy, when suddenly…

“Excuse me miss, can I help you?” spoke an unfamiliar and friendly voice of a young woman.

I turned and saw her: an attractive, single, mature and open minded sales assistant…