It was springlike saturday afternoon and I was sitting in my room in front of my desk. I felt a bit nervous and I sifted my weight a bit on the chair. I had done my shoulder lenght dark brown hair the best I could this morning. I was dressed formal but still a bit sexy. I was wearing a pinstriped skirt, which was not miniskirt but the lenght was still much above knees, barely long enough for this formal attire. I had also black pantyhose and black high heels with ankle straps. Those heels were the highest I owned. I loved them but I'm not so used to wear that high heels for longer periods so my feet ached a bit. I wore also a white tight longseelved blouse, I had buttoned up the blouse fully and it was tucked in. The blouse felt tight, especially with the collar buttoned. (I don't usually button up my collar, but this morning Emily suggested me to do so and I have to admit that I liked the look. Maybe I do it more in the future. I usually like to dress quite formally, (but still with sexy elements like tight blouses, shorter skirts etc.) even on weekdays at school, that's my style
That day my clothing wasn't very comfortable, but when I looked myself from the mirror next to my desk, I have to admit that I looked quite sexy.Time passed. I moved anxious on the chair and I was getting a bit frustrated. I looked out from the window, the weather was great, sun was shining and it was one of the first warm days of the spring. But here I was, sitting in my room and waiting. My eyes drifted again to the clock, it was three pm. On the computer screen in front of me was playing The Fellowship of the Ring, it had run three hours and was near ending, but I didn't pay much attention to it, I had other things to think about. Damn Emily, where the hell are you, I thought. I had seen the movie too many times, my clothes were tight and not very comfortable and Emily had said, that she would be ready for the evening in two hours. Also the fact that I was tightly tied and gagged didn't ease my stituation either.
My wrists were tied up behind my back with white nylon rope, my elbows were tied too and they were almost touching. My arms were also pinned to my upper body with ropes above and below my breasts, one rope went also over my shoulders and behind my neck. All these ropes around my breasts added to the tight elbowropes made my breasts to push forward and all this made my blouse to feel even more tighter. My ankles were also tied together an then connceted to the chair and my knees were also tied below and above them. My upper body was tied to the chair with few more ropes because Emily wanted to make sure that I would stay on that chair and I was definitely going nowhere. The only place where I didn't have ropes was my crotch. Unfortunately it was the only place where I really wanted to have ropes. I was turned on, of course, but I didn't have a crotch rope to enjoy and play with. Emily had said strictly "No, I'm not going to put a crotch rope on you. I don't want you to enjoy yourself, I want you to sit here and wait for the evening, like good girls are supposed to. And if you be a good girl you might get your reward later today. And besides, a crotch rope would just rumple your nice skirt." Of course I didn't see things that way, but Emily didn't value my opinions and whining. That will lead us to the next chapter.
Deep between my lips I had a huge 2" red rubber ball and black leather strap hold it firmly in place. The buckle behind my neck was fastened so tight that my cheeks bulged around the strap. Emily always makes sure that the gag is strapped tight but this time it was really tight like Emily had said "I really would like to gag you the harness ballgag, but you have done your hair so nice and I don't want to ruin your hairdo with the harness. That's why you have to settle for this normal 2" ballgag. See, I'm not so bad person after all. But don't worry, I'm going to put this extra tight to make sure you stay nice and quiet as long as I want to." As you can see, I have really nice and considerate roommate. But anyway, Emily had done a good job with the gag, no matter how hard I tried to push it out, it stayed in for good. Because of the size of the gag I couldn't make much sound with it in my mouth and if I tried it just would make me drool and I didn't want to drool on my blouse.
(And yes, it's a huge gag for a girl, but I propably have spent way too much time gagged lately because I have really get used to having a gag in my mouth. When I was first time ballgagged my jaw ached really bad about after an hour but now I can wear 2" ballgag for hours without problems, of course my jaw starts to ache if I wear it many hours but not so much that I couldn't stand it and Emily knows this)
So there I was, sitting in my room wearing tight clothes and even tighter ropes. Not the most comfortable situation to imagine, especially because I had been like this over three hours. I struggled but I knew it was useless, I felt how tight the ropes were around me. I cursed Emily in my mind for leaving me without crotch rope and strapping that damn gag so tight, the ball didn't move an inch in my mouth. I was getting more and more frustrated, I was turned on but I couldn't do nothing about it. My cellphone laid on the desk in front of me, it was set ready so that all I had to do, was push the call button and it would call to Emily. I could reach it if I moved the chair closer (I was tied in an office chair that had wheels, so I could move the chair a bit) and push it with my mouth. But even I was whimpering and frustrated, I didn't dare to use the phone. It was only for true emergencies and I knew that Emily would punish me really bad, if I used it just becouse I didn't enjoy the situation I was. I was used to being tied up and gagged for hours but I was feeling really helpless and whimpered in my gag. Then I suddenly heard that our apartment's door opened and closed. Finally, I thought.
