Stories and Captions mostly dealing with chastity and cum control. I'm into the idea characters being led/conditioned/trained to do something without explicitly being forced. So most stories will be in that vein.
Sarah looked at the note in horror. "I could hear you again last night. If you're going to play with your pussy when we're home, please do it quietly." She had just come home from class to find the note waiting on her pillow. Living in a small apartment with three roommates means there's not a lot of privacy. This was a big problem for Sarah as she'd always been loud and vocal in bed. It wasn't on purpose, but she just couldn't help moaning loudly as she got excited. Her exes had appreciated her reactions, but the idea of one of her roommates hearing her like that made Sarah feel like she was going to die from shame.
She realized she didn't even know which roommate had left the note. She could probably rule out Matt her only male roommate. He was a bit if a creep and would probably be happy to hear something like that. Allison seemed more likely. She was quiet and often studied at home, but Sarah couldn't really picture shy Asian roommate writing a note this direct and vulgar. Cindy was the opposite. Loud and fiery. The language in the note sounded more like something she would say, but it seemed like she would be more likely to confront Sarah directly or maybe give some lighthearted teasing about it.
Either way Sarah definitely wasn't going to let this happen again. Things were surprisingly normal that evening and the days after. None of her roommates said anything. No funny looks. She hoped whoever had left the note also found the situation awkward enough to let it go.
The problem was that she never had the place to herself. A full week went by and not once had all three roommates left the apartment at the same time. They all had work or classes but on completely different schedules. How was she supposed to get any relief when it seemed like someone was always wandering past her bedroom. Even the bathroom was no respite. She tried to play with herself in the shower a few times, but there always seemed to be someone knocking on the door saying they needed to get in. How was she supposed to cum with someone hanging around waiting outside the door.
Finally she couldn't wait any longer. Late at night while her roommates were hopefully asleep she stripped naked and started to touch herself. Sarah had always been a bit slow to climax but after so many days without cumming, she quickly found herself getting excited.
She did her best to keep quiet as her fingers circled around her clit. Trying to suppress her moans of pleasure. Just as she was getting close she heard the sound of a door opening as one of the roommates went to the bathroom. She froze, trying to remain perfectly silent as they walked past her door. Her clit throbbed begging for more attention, but she couldn't bring herself to keep going and risk the embarrassment of being heard again. Eventually she fell asleep.
Things didn't go any better for the rest of the week. Sarah would wait till the apartment was quiet and start to play. Inevitably she once she was worked up she'd hear someone else. A cough, a floor board creaking, shifting bed springs. A month ago it wouldn't have mattered too her, but now she was so paranoid about being heard that it was completely ruining the mood and making it impossible to finish. She woke up each morning more tired and horny than the night before. How long could this go on?
Finally there was a quiet night that stayed quiet. Sarah was so worked up that she reached the edge almost immediately. But with all the worry about being heard swirling around her head it was so hard for her to finally cum. She wanted to shove two fingers into her pussy while she hammered on her clit and moaned like a whore. Instead she buried her face in her pillow and slowly built up the pleasure until she could barely get over the edge and climax. Not an especially satisfying orgasm but it was great to finally get some relief.
Sarah woke up the next morning feeling a lot more refreshed and went to class. When she returned there was a box on her bed with another note. Her blood ran cold when she saw it and she started to sweat. She picked up the note and read it. "Seriously?! It was every night this week! I don't want to listen to your slutty moaning every single night. If I hear you one more time I'm bringing it up with the rest of the apartment so we can figure something out."
Sarah's jaw dropped. She had tried so hard to be quiet. How could someone have possibly heard her every time? But then they must have since they knew exactly when she had been playing with herself. She looked at the box. It had another note that said. "This might help."
She opened the box and struggled for a second to make sense of what she was looking at. At first it just looked like a jumble of straps. But once she pulled it out of the box she realized what she was looking at. It was a gag. Sarah had seen pictures with ball gags before, but this device was different. Thick heavy leather straps, a huge rubber ball, and a panel that would go over the wearer's mouth. The whole thing was attached to a blindfold and a sturdy leather collar.
Sarah was flabbergasted. It was one thing to complain but what kind of person seriously leaves something like this in someone's room? She could kind of see leaving a gag as a joke, but this thing was heavy duty. It looked very expensive and where do you even get something like that? She was furious. This was way over the line! Completely in bad taste.
She'd give the sender a piece of her mind! ....If she knew who it was. Allison seemed way less likely now. The obscene gift was definitely not something Sarah would expect from her. Maybe Cindy would find it funny. Or possibly Matt. All of the roommates had been acting completely normal all week. Nothing that would make her think one of them was going to drop this on her.
She sighed. There wasn't much she could do about it. It's not like she was going to risk confronting the wrong person and revealing the whole situation. She really didn't need an apartment wide discussion about her masturbation habits. And what was she going to do with the gag? She couldn't just leave it in the kitchen garbage for anyone to find. She didn't really want to pack it up and take it somewhere for disposal either. It was surprisingly bulky. She shoved it under her bed for now. She could deal with it later.
Sarah didn't play with herself that night. She considered doing it in open defiance of the note writer, but she was just too embarrassed at the thought of someone she knew listening in and judging her. Same thing the next night and the night after that. After a week of waiting she was horny enough to go again. But like before every little noise in the apartment made her feel like someone was listening. It just bothered her too much. She'd barely get started before she barely heard some movement from somewhere in the apartment and stop.
After another week of this she was a mess. She could barely sleep. She'd never gone this long without an orgasm. This was all the fault of whoever kept leaving her nasty notes.
Sarah's thoughts turned to the gag. She knew it was meant as an insult, but it definitely looked effective. Could she actually use it? On one hand it would be humiliating if anyone ever found out. But then that was the point. If it helped her stay silent, no one would ever suspect a thing.
She pulled the box out of the bed and looked at it. It couldn't hurt to try. Hesitantly she started to insert the large rubber ball into her mouth. It took some effort but she managed to get it behind her teeth. She quietly moaned experimentally. It did manage to cut the sound down a fair bit. She didn't really want to fasten all the other straps, but she didn't like the way they were hanging off her face and the straps and buckles were pretty heavy pulling on just the ball in her mouth.
She buckled up all the straps the held everything in place. With them attached the gag was actually a lot more comfortable. She didn't really want the blindfold on, but it was built into the gag and there wasn't really any way to not wear it. The final step was to fasten the heavy collar around her throat.
The ball filled her mouth completely and the straps made it difficult to even open her mouth. "Hello?" she said in a normal speaking voice. She could barely hear herself. She tried again a little louder. Then tried to shout. The ball absorbed and muffled her voice, and the panel pulled tight across her face seemed to prevent any noise from escaping her mouth.
She stood there naked in her room completely blind and silenced. She tightened the straps, enjoying the secure feeling as they held her head a little firmer. Kept anyone else from hearing those embarrassing sounds she made. She ran her hands over her mouth feeling how deep the ball was forced in, how tightly the leather covered her whole mouth. She pulled on the straps again. There was no give and they didn't move at all.
She had only intended to try on the gag. Test how well it blocked sound. But suddenly she was on the floor legs spread wide rubbing her pussy as fast as she could. She didn't hole back moaning like an absolute slut while she came. She didn't even slow down. She didn't hold anything back, touching exactly as she wanted, saying anything she felt like. Finally she could relax and cum over and over, with no one listening or judging her.
Outside of her room two of her roommates slept completely unaware of the sexual transformation taking place next door. The last roommate watched on her computer monitor smiling widely as Sarah showed no signs of slowing down.
Months had passed since Sarah had tried out the gag and it had become a standard part of her nighttime routine. After climbing into bed she would fasten it securely and grunt, moan and holler as loudly as she wanted while utterly abusing her body. She had gotten used to wearing it that even the giant ball wasn't uncomfortable. On weekends she sometimes wore it all night just so she could start playing with herself the second she woke up.
Sarah's roommate, Allison sat at her computer idly playing with herself as she watched Sarah work herself into a heaving sweaty (but quiet) orgasm. Amazing how little effort it had taken to manipulate Sarah's sexual orientation. Allison was both a voyeur and a control freak. She had hidden cameras in every room of the apartment before the others moved in. It was wrong, but she couldn't resist prying into someone else's most intimate moments. Nothing turned her on like the power of knowing someone else's most private secrets they think no other person knows.
She had been happy just to watch until she met Sarah. Something about Sarah's contradicting attitudes about sex just begged Allison to mess with her. Sarah had a high sex drive but was nervous about sex, loud as hell in bed, but also completely humiliated by the idea that anyone might hear her. How could Allison resist playing with that.
It had started off slow. The rooms were actually pretty well insulated when it came to sound. So Allison just hid a small speaker in a vent under Sarah's bed. She would watch as Sarah started to play with herself and then use the speaker to play the sounds of footsteps outside her room. Sarah would freeze up and Allison would cum while Sarah's orgasm slipped away. It was incredibly satisfying to trick Sarah into edging herself at the touch of a button. It was such a thrill to frustrate Sarah all night, then hang out normally the next day, only to do it again the next night all while Sarah was completely clueless.
When Sarah's horniness overcame her shame enough to actually cum, Allison left the first note, driving Sarah back into the mind space Allison preferred. It was interesting how much of an orgasm is mental. Even with the right physical sensations, so much of sex is tired up in emotions that it can be so easy to disrupt.
That's when Allison got the idea for the gag. She was worried she might have gone too far and that Sarah would simply throw it away. She was overjoyed when she watched Sarah try it on for the first time. Things went better than she possibly could have hoped. After all that frustration, the first time Sarah tried on the gag, she had one of the most sexually satisfying nights of her life. Then for months, every single time she came, Sarah was wearing the gag. It was now an integral part of her sexual routine.
Now Allison wondered what would happen if she took it away...
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Sarah looked at the note in horror. "I could hear you again last night. If you're going to play with your pussy when we're home, please do it quietly." She had just come home from class to find the note waiting on her pillow. Living in a small apartment with three roommates means there's not a lot of privacy. This was a big problem for Sarah as she'd always been loud and vocal in bed. It wasn't on purpose, but she just couldn't help moaning loudly as she got excited. Her exes had appreciated her reactions, but the idea of one of her roommates hearing her like that made Sarah feel like she was going to die from shame.
She realized she didn't even know which roommate had left the note. She could probably rule out Matt her only male roommate. He was a bit if a creep and would probably be happy to hear something like that. Allison seemed more likely. She was quiet and often studied at home, but Sarah couldn't really picture shy Asian roommate writing a note this direct and vulgar. Cindy was the opposite. Loud and fiery. The language in the note sounded more like something she would say, but it seemed like she would be more likely to confront Sarah directly or maybe give some lighthearted teasing about it.
Either way Sarah definitely wasn't going to let this happen again. Things were surprisingly normal that evening and the days after. None of her roommates said anything. No funny looks. She hoped whoever had left the note also found the situation awkward enough to let it go.
The problem was that she never had the place to herself. A full week went by and not once had all three roommates left the apartment at the same time. They all had work or classes but on completely different schedules. How was she supposed to get any relief when it seemed like someone was always wandering past her bedroom. Even the bathroom was no respite. She tried to play with herself in the shower a few times, but there always seemed to be someone knocking on the door saying they needed to get in. How was she supposed to cum with someone hanging around waiting outside the door.
Finally she couldn't wait any longer. Late at night while her roommates were hopefully asleep she stripped naked and started to touch herself. Sarah had always been a bit slow to climax but after so many days without cumming, she quickly found herself getting excited.
She did her best to keep quiet as her fingers circled around her clit. Trying to suppress her moans of pleasure. Just as she was getting close she heard the sound of a door opening as one of the roommates went to the bathroom. She froze, trying to remain perfectly silent as they walked past her door. Her clit throbbed begging for more attention, but she couldn't bring herself to keep going and risk the embarrassment of being heard again. Eventually she fell asleep.
Things didn't go any better for the rest of the week. Sarah would wait till the apartment was quiet and start to play. Inevitably she once she was worked up she'd hear someone else. A cough, a floor board creaking, shifting bed springs. A month ago it wouldn't have mattered too her, but now she was so paranoid about being heard that it was completely ruining the mood and making it impossible to finish. She woke up each morning more tired and horny than the night before. How long could this go on?
Finally there was a quiet night that stayed quiet. Sarah was so worked up that she reached the edge almost immediately. But with all the worry about being heard swirling around her head it was so hard for her to finally cum. She wanted to shove two fingers into her pussy while she hammered on her clit and moaned like a whore. Instead she buried her face in her pillow and slowly built up the pleasure until she could barely get over the edge and climax. Not an especially satisfying orgasm but it was great to finally get some relief.
Sarah woke up the next morning feeling a lot more refreshed and went to class. When she returned there was a box on her bed with another note. Her blood ran cold when she saw it and she started to sweat. She picked up the note and read it. "Seriously?! It was every night this week! I don't want to listen to your slutty moaning every single night. If I hear you one more time I'm bringing it up with the rest of the apartment so we can figure something out."
Sarah's jaw dropped. She had tried so hard to be quiet. How could someone have possibly heard her every time? But then they must have since they knew exactly when she had been playing with herself. She looked at the box. It had another note that said. "This might help."
She opened the box and struggled for a second to make sense of what she was looking at. At first it just looked like a jumble of straps. But once she pulled it out of the box she realized what she was looking at. It was a gag. Sarah had seen pictures with ball gags before, but this device was different. Thick heavy leather straps, a huge rubber ball, and a panel that would go over the wearer's mouth. The whole thing was attached to a blindfold and a sturdy leather collar.
Sarah was flabbergasted. It was one thing to complain but what kind of person seriously leaves something like this in someone's room? She could kind of see leaving a gag as a joke, but this thing was heavy duty. It looked very expensive and where do you even get something like that? She was furious. This was way over the line! Completely in bad taste.
She'd give the sender a piece of her mind! ....If she knew who it was. Allison seemed way less likely now. The obscene gift was definitely not something Sarah would expect from her. Maybe Cindy would find it funny. Or possibly Matt. All of the roommates had been acting completely normal all week. Nothing that would make her think one of them was going to drop this on her.
She sighed. There wasn't much she could do about it. It's not like she was going to risk confronting the wrong person and revealing the whole situation. She really didn't need an apartment wide discussion about her masturbation habits. And what was she going to do with the gag? She couldn't just leave it in the kitchen garbage for anyone to find. She didn't really want to pack it up and take it somewhere for disposal either. It was surprisingly bulky. She shoved it under her bed for now. She could deal with it later.
Sarah didn't play with herself that night. She considered doing it in open defiance of the note writer, but she was just too embarrassed at the thought of someone she knew listening in and judging her. Same thing the next night and the night after that. After a week of waiting she was horny enough to go again. But like before every little noise in the apartment made her feel like someone was listening. It just bothered her too much. She'd barely get started before she barely heard some movement from somewhere in the apartment and stop.
After another week of this she was a mess. She could barely sleep. She'd never gone this long without an orgasm. This was all the fault of whoever kept leaving her nasty notes.
Sarah's thoughts turned to the gag. She knew it was meant as an insult, but it definitely looked effective. Could she actually use it? On one hand it would be humiliating if anyone ever found out. But then that was the point. If it helped her stay silent, no one would ever suspect a thing.
She pulled the box out of the bed and looked at it. It couldn't hurt to try. Hesitantly she started to insert the large rubber ball into her mouth. It took some effort but she managed to get it behind her teeth. She quietly moaned experimentally. It did manage to cut the sound down a fair bit. She didn't really want to fasten all the other straps, but she didn't like the way they were hanging off her face and the straps and buckles were pretty heavy pulling on just the ball in her mouth.
She buckled up all the straps the held everything in place. With them attached the gag was actually a lot more comfortable. She didn't really want the blindfold on, but it was built into the gag and there wasn't really any way to not wear it. The final step was to fasten the heavy collar around her throat.
The ball filled her mouth completely and the straps made it difficult to even open her mouth. "Hello?" she said in a normal speaking voice. She could barely hear herself. She tried again a little louder. Then tried to shout. The ball absorbed and muffled her voice, and the panel pulled tight across her face seemed to prevent any noise from escaping her mouth.
She stood there naked in her room completely blind and silenced. She tightened the straps, enjoying the secure feeling as they held her head a little firmer. Kept anyone else from hearing those embarrassing sounds she made. She ran her hands over her mouth feeling how deep the ball was forced in, how tightly the leather covered her whole mouth. She pulled on the straps again. There was no give and they didn't move at all.
She had only intended to try on the gag. Test how well it blocked sound. But suddenly she was on the floor legs spread wide rubbing her pussy as fast as she could. She didn't hole back moaning like an absolute slut while she came. She didn't even slow down. She didn't hold anything back, touching exactly as she wanted, saying anything she felt like. Finally she could relax and cum over and over, with no one listening or judging her.
Outside of her room two of her roommates slept completely unaware of the sexual transformation taking place next door. The last roommate watched on her computer monitor smiling widely as Sarah showed no signs of slowing down.
Months had passed since Sarah had tried out the gag and it had become a standard part of her nighttime routine. After climbing into bed she would fasten it securely and grunt, moan and holler as loudly as she wanted while utterly abusing her body. She had gotten used to wearing it that even the giant ball wasn't uncomfortable. On weekends she sometimes wore it all night just so she could start playing with herself the second she woke up.
Sarah's roommate, Allison sat at her computer idly playing with herself as she watched Sarah work herself into a heaving sweaty (but quiet) orgasm. Amazing how little effort it had taken to manipulate Sarah's sexual orientation. Allison was both a voyeur and a control freak. She had hidden cameras in every room of the apartment before the others moved in. It was wrong, but she couldn't resist prying into someone else's most intimate moments. Nothing turned her on like the power of knowing someone else's most private secrets they think no other person knows.
She had been happy just to watch until she met Sarah. Something about Sarah's contradicting attitudes about sex just begged Allison to mess with her. Sarah had a high sex drive but was nervous about sex, loud as hell in bed, but also completely humiliated by the idea that anyone might hear her. How could Allison resist playing with that.
It had started off slow. The rooms were actually pretty well insulated when it came to sound. So Allison just hid a small speaker in a vent under Sarah's bed. She would watch as Sarah started to play with herself and then use the speaker to play the sounds of footsteps outside her room. Sarah would freeze up and Allison would cum while Sarah's orgasm slipped away. It was incredibly satisfying to trick Sarah into edging herself at the touch of a button. It was such a thrill to frustrate Sarah all night, then hang out normally the next day, only to do it again the next night all while Sarah was completely clueless.
When Sarah's horniness overcame her shame enough to actually cum, Allison left the first note, driving Sarah back into the mind space Allison preferred. It was interesting how much of an orgasm is mental. Even with the right physical sensations, so much of sex is tired up in emotions that it can be so easy to disrupt.
That's when Allison got the idea for the gag. She was worried she might have gone too far and that Sarah would simply throw it away. She was overjoyed when she watched Sarah try it on for the first time. Things went better than she possibly could have hoped. After all that frustration, the first time Sarah tried on the gag, she had one of the most sexually satisfying nights of her life. Then for months, every single time she came, Sarah was wearing the gag. It was now an integral part of her sexual routine.
Now Allison wondered what would happen if she took it away...