ME092026TRIO FUSS GAGGING GEWICKELT 4K
My female slave and I are back — and this time, HE can't do anything about it. I mummified him in black film from shoulders to feet: a shiny, helpless cocoon with only his mouth exposed. Flat on his back. Completely at the mercy of two Goddesses.
Then we went to work on his throat. One of us shoves our sole deep into his mouth, toes pressing past his gag reflex — reverse and forward, rotating positions, deeper every round. And this time we brought a ruler. Ten centimeters. Eleven. Thirteen. FIFTEEN. We measured every gag like a competition, and his throat was the scoreboard.
No mercy. No pause. Just constant, extreme foot gagging as we rotate — drool spilling in strings across his face, his nose, his eyes. Eyes watering. Real tears. His wrapped body twitching inside the film with every gagged breath while we laughed at him in two languages.
I trained her well. She pinches his nose. She holds it there. She doesn't stop until I say stop. This is foot gagging as punishment, foot gagging as control, foot gagging as worship — and when we finally let him breathe, the only thing left in him was "Thank you, Goddess. Thank you, Ariana."
You'd beg to be his throat. Would you survive fifteen centimeters of us?