babette's blog post - Helpless gagged cunt, babette

I love to wear my ball gag. I love how it just absolutely soaks me in drool.

My ring gag is nice, too. Especially if I am with someone who wants to put something in my mouth. It’s also good if I’ll need to lick things. But the drool rate is more predictable with the ring gag. I can feel it, gathering at the corners of my mouth, before it drips down onto me in long, shiny, wet strands. When the strands of drool go plop onto my big boobs, they make a shiny little droplet for a few seconds before they soak into my clothes.

With the ball gag, though, depending on how I move, it just builds up and builds up inside the ball, and then will suddenly flow out in a very thick, long, slimy glob. I’ll feel a little something, and then suddenly realize the front of my top is transparent, and my bra and my tits are already soaked in drool.

I love the helpless feeling of drooling all over myself. That feeling that whoever sees me will know that I’m nothing but a whore, drenched in her own slimy drool, uncaring, wanting only to have my body used and enjoyed.

With the gag in, I can’t communicate much. If I’m told to speak, I just sound like even more of a fucking stupid bimbo than I look like. But, if I am not bound, you can direct me to lubricate myself. You could watch me take great thick wads of slobber and rub them frantically into my clean, pink, tight little pussy. You would be able to see the hunger and the need in my eyes as I look up at you, making myself nice and slimy, preparing myself to be filled. So eager to please.

If you smack me while I have my ball gag on, thick splashes of drool will spray out the side. You could direct me to lube myself using the little puddles. Or, just rub my face in them.