"Are you sure that it's okay for me to ball gag you?" I asked. Of course I hadn't asked until
I had already placed the ball gag in her waiting and open mouth. "Whoops," I silently thought.
"Uh huh," Susie mind of muffled, but with an affirmative nod of her head.
Of course it was okay. I knew that! But again, I was still trying
to be a gentleman about it. I
have to admit that it was somewhat awkward to be doing this for Susie.
She was one of those
friends of mine who had never known about my kinkier side. Or rather,
she had known about
it, but we had never discussed it before. Hell, I never knew that she
had
a kinky side to her. I
never knew about it until after her divorce from what she called a
"terribly
boring marriage,"
partly meaning that "sex with him was horrible and unimaginative."
But when our e-mails back
and forth started getting heated with talk about bondage fun, it was
only a matter of time before
this particular fantasy of hers turned into a reality. Now this was
being done for her, but let's face
it, I was clearly doing it for myself, too. Hey, what can I say? I'm
a typical guy. Well, maybe not. 
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