Gags and gagging.
Lots of people enjoy gags, and, at least in consensual scenes, one rarely hears of anyone being killed or hurt because of one.
Part of the excitement of being tied up is knowing you will be gagged and your Mistress will have control. After discussing your limits the styles of submissives/slave I know I prefer are those who want to be taken a little beyond their limits, with that comes trust and judgment.
Gagging a submissive makes the scene more dominating for him and more fun and interesting. The slave can't call out, and it's exciting to see limits being stretched. However, the slave being silenced effectively [means] he has to be able to trust me further and learn what I teach.
Also, being gagged can "allow" us to play a nonverbal role in the erotic conversation, voicing passion in elemental grunts and moans and muffled screams. For anyone who tends to watch their words carefully, it can be a marvelous release if you can relax and enjoy it.
I was talking with someone recently who explained that while he liked the idea of being gagged, various problems kept him from enjoying the reality and it was spoiling his sessions for him. He, like many others I have met, has a long history of respiratory allergies. His nose also tends to clog when he's anxious or excited. Even if he is okay with a gag at first, knowing that he could suddenly have trouble breathing at any time puts a real damper on his enthusiasm. If a ball or ring gag is placed in his mouth a few minutes later his jaw muscles are in agony. Stick a large cock or plug gag in, and he tends to choke or even vomit
These are not exactly rare conditions; many bondage enthusiasts share one or more of them. People vary a great deal in what they can take, but the factors that can make gags risky are legion. In addition to those mentioned already, there's asthma, emphysema, bronchitis, and other common respiratory diseases, all of which can cause severe breathing problems with little or no warning. I am an asthmatic myself and know only too well how quickly one can suffer a sudden attack.
Anybody can catch a cold or another respiratory infection, and a gag that's too large for a particular bottom's mouth can cause excruciating jaw spasms or vomiting despite their being able to handle smaller or less intrusive gags very well. And even someone with no known medical counter-indications can suddenly develop a breathing problem while gagged for a wide variety of reasons.
Comments
Ms Dwyer's comments are
Ms Dwyer's comments are extremely sensible. Personally i find that even having my head tilted back to beyond level while 'racked' causes me to want to vomit and having the kind of sinus problems Ms D outines here find not being able to breathe through my mouth difficult. i think there is a gag which allows breathing - by a small hole - but not speaking around. Again personally i would not want to be gagged by anyone but a really knowledgeable Mistress.
As regards the attempts at humour c'est la hommes but for me... as Alex Downer would say "puerile"...
Oh, this gags better ...
You are in the middle of some kind of project around the house -- mowing the lawn, putting in a new fence, painting the living room or whatever. You are hot and sweaty, covered in dust, lawn clippings, dirt or paint. You have your old work clothes on. You know the outfit -- shorts with the hole in the crotch, old T-shirt with a stain from who-knows-what and an old pair of tennis shoes.
Right in the middle of this great home improvement project you realize you need to run to Home Depot to get something to help complete the job.
Depending on your age you might do the following:
In your 20's:
Stop what you are doing. Shave, take a shower, blow dry your hair, brush your teeth, floss and put on clean clothes. Check yourself in the mirror and flex. Add a dab of your favorite cologne because you never know, you just might meet some hot chick while standing in the checkout lane. And you went to school with the pretty girl running the register.
In your 30's:
Stop what you are doing, put on clean shorts and shirt. Change shoes. You married the hot chick so no need for much else. Wash your hands and comb your hair. Check yourself in the mirror. Still got it. Add a shot of your favorite cologne to cover the smell. The cute girl running the register is the kid sister to someone you went to school with.
In your 40's:
Stop what you are doing. Put on a sweatshirt that is long enough to cover the hole in the crotch of your shorts. Put on different shoes and a hat. Wash your hands. Your bottle of Brute Cologne is almost empty so you don't want to waste any of it on a trip to Home Depot. Check yourself in the mirror and do more sucking in than flexing. The hot young thing running the register is your daughter's age and you feel weird thinking she is spicy.
In your 50's:
Stop what you are doing. Put a hat on, wipe the dirt off your hands onto your shirt. Change shoes because you don't want to get dog doo-doo in your new sports car. Check yourself in the mirror and you swear not to wear that shirt anymore because it makes you look fat. The cutie running the register smiles when she sees you coming and you think you still have it. Then you remember the hat you have on is from Bubba's Bait & Beer Bar and it says,
'I Got Worms.'
In your 60's:
Stop what you are doing. No need for a hat anymore. Hose the dog doo-doo off your shoes. The mirror was shattered when you were in your 50's. You hope you have underwear on so nothing hangs out the hole in your pants. The girl running the register may be cute, but you don't have your glasses on so you are not sure.
In your 70's:
Stop what you are doing. Wait to go to Home Depot until the drug store has your prescriptions ready, too. Don't even notice the dog doo-doo on your shoes. The young thing at the register smiles at you because you remind her of her grandfather.
In your 80's:
Stop what you are doing. Start again. Then stop again. Now you remember you need to go to Home Depot. Go to Wal-Mart instead and wander around trying to think what it is you are looking for. Fart out loud and you think someone called out your name. You went to school with the old lady who greeted you at the front door.
In your 90's & beyond:
What's a home deep hoe? Something for my garden? Where am I? Who am I? Why am I reading this? Did I send it? Did you? Who farted?
i have a good gag
Four nuns are waiting their turn for confession. The first nun goes into the booth and the other three lean forward to eavesdrop.
“Forgive me father for I have sinned. I looked at a man‘s penis” said the first nun. The priest replies, “Say three Our Fathers and three Hail Marys, then go out and rinse your eyes in the bowl of holy water.
The second nun goes in and the remaining two nuns lean forward even further to listen. “Forgive me father, for I have sinned. I touched a man’s penis” says the second nun. The priest replies, “Say three Our Fathers and four Hail Marys, then wash your fingers out in the bowl of holy water.”
As the third nun gets up to enter the confessional, the fourth nun stops her and says, “Excuse me, do you mind if I go before you? I’d like to rinse my mouth out with the holy water before you stick your ass into it.”
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Oh, not that sort of gag? :P