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Story Post: Panty-Gagged

Some custom requests really stick out. This one from Mr. Jake had me both excited and a little nervous—but in the best way. It was one of those ideas that screamed degradation and submission, which, let’s be honest, are two of my absolute favorite things.

Before we dive in, let me set the scene. I wore a brand-new lingerie set—a delicate black number that was sheer in all the right places, embroidered with little flowers. It felt almost sweet… until you add overknee socks, high heels, and my signature hood. Then, it’s not sweet anymore—it’s filthy. And exactly what Mr. Jake had envisioned.

The panties were the centerpiece of this request, though. Not for covering anything, but for being soaked, stuffed in my mouth, and used to muffle every sound that came out of me. For this custom, my Owner wanted to ensure they weren’t just wet—they needed to be dripping. And who better to handle that task than my trusty wand?

I laid back on the bed, my thighs spread wide, while my Owner stood over me. The wand buzzed against me, and even through the thin fabric of the panties, the vibrations were overwhelming. My arousal pooled immediately, soaking the lace. And all the while, I sucked his cock. The taste of him in my mouth mixed with the sensation on my clit was almost too much. My body trembled, fighting the urge to lose myself completely.

By the time my panties were adequately drenched, my Owner looked down at me, smirking. “Open your mouth,” he commanded.

And that’s when it hit me—the humiliation of being gagged with my own wet panties. It’s one of those acts that perfectly captures what I crave: being reminded of my place, of my purpose. I obeyed, opening wide as he pressed the damp fabric past my lips. The taste of myself was overwhelming, and the act of having my own scent and arousal shoved in my mouth made me feel completely owned.

“Thank you, Mr. Jake,” I managed to mumble through the gag, my voice muffled and dripping with desperation. He smirked again and tilted my chin up, making sure I kept my head down and ass up for the camera.

That’s when things escalated. My Owner positioned himself behind me, spreading my thighs just a little wider. He pressed inside me without hesitation, filling me completely in one rough thrust. I moaned into my gag, my cries vibrating through the fabric.

“Look at the camera,” he ordered.

It’s harder than you’d think to hold eye contact with a lens when you’re being fucked so hard you can barely stay still. But that’s exactly what made it so hot. My cheek pressed against the bed, my ass high in the air, and every thrust drove me deeper into submission. The wet sounds of our bodies filled the room, and every now and then, my gag muffled a moan loud enough to make me blush.

Here’s the thing about rough sex—it’s not just about the physical sensations. It’s about the complete surrender. With my mouth full, my voice reduced to incoherent sounds, and my body entirely at his mercy, I felt stripped of everything except my role: to be his slut, to be Mr. Jake’s fantasy.

My Owner kept pounding into me, his grip on my hips firm and unrelenting. Every now and then, he’d slap my ass, sending sharp jolts of pain and pleasure rippling through me. It felt like he was driving all his dominance into me, and I couldn’t get enough.

Finally, with one last deep thrust, he finished inside me, marking me as his. The heat of his cum spilled out of me as he pulled away, leaving my pussy a creamy mess. I could feel it dripping down my thighs, mingling with my own arousal.

After he was done, my Owner crouched down to pull the panties from my mouth. The damp fabric clung to my lips before falling to the bed. I was breathless, speechless, and completely blissed out.

“Thank you, Mr. Jake,” I whispered again, this time without the gag. And I meant it. For him, for my Owner, and for the opportunity to sink into this role so fully.

Every custom we do has a unique flavor, and this one was a perfect mix of degradation and submission. It’s not just about the act—it’s about how it makes me feel: raw, exposed, and completely owned.