Lets welcome Bonnie Bliss to the Romance Book Junkies Blog. She is stopping by on her tour for her new book Whips & Wax. She is doing a guest post about ball gags and a giveaway so don't forget to enter.
Today I’m going to talk about ball gags.
Did I just hit a really hard, taboo subject?
If you haven’t noticed by now, I like to make sexual waves, and I’m not afraid of it.
First, I would like to say that. I have not been a fan of the ball gag. For me it was always a form of humiliation in play, like calling a woman a ‘slut’ ‘bitch’ or ‘whore’. I am not a submissive that is turned on by those terms. Though, there are some that are. The ball gag crossed that hard limit line for me, and made me feel less than my Dom. I felt like he was degrading me, cutting off my passionate mewls of sexual bliss. It had always felt like I was being made less of a person, in a situation that I normally felt totally loved and adored.
Aside from the degredation that it created inside me, it made me panic. I don’t like anything locking my mouth open. Breathing only through my nose and drooling. It was pure humiliation at its finest. Although my husband loves my screams, he wants to push the boundaries. He always wants to take the next step, and the next step in a punishment situation was the ball gag. Something I don’t like, that makes me nervous, scares me, and would be the ultimate in punishment. My husband can’t punish with much play, but the ball gag makes it punishment.
So I set out on my mission to get over my hard limit of the ball gag. It was slow, proceeding through the course of a month. We started with a sock in the mouth. That wasn’t so bad. I could push it out with my tongue if it got too intense. Though I was commanded by my husband, to use a safe gesture rather than just spit it out. He was still in control. I would be exhibiting direct defiance by that action. It then went to tying a scarf. And finally, I got to just holding the ball gag in my mouth, not latching it in the back. Finally, a week ago, I was able to take the whole ball gag. For me it was intense, it was empowering, and I felt such great happiness at pleasing my husband and Sir.
For those not involved in the lifestyle, they can have no clue how much that makes a submissive find peace. For me it was the greatest moment of our time together so far. I would never ask for the ball gag, and it will forever be part of punishment. But I did something, with the careful nudges of my, Sir.
Now, onto the book!
Excerpt of Whips and Wax:
She laughed and cried at the same time. Her body thrust over the edge of any sort of sanity. Her hips bucked against him, the firm hit of his cock against her blood filled clit made it all slap down against her and she came. For him, for her Sir, for her lover, and husband, the only man that could make her peak like she had fireworks going off inside her body. Her juices shot from her, the pain it induced, the pleasure, all of it made her thrash her head back and forth. And still he taunted, thrusting, making her laugh. One thing they had learned about her, when she came hard—she laughed.
Neil had no intention of cumming yet. This was Marie’s time. He sat up, lifting his cock from her clit. She needed a few minutes to come down from the high. Neil swung himself off the bed and moved to look at her face. Stroking her hair while cupping her breast gently, he asked her.
“Are you okay kitten?” Her eyes responded before her voice.
“My shoulders are sore, Sir.” A light blush painted her cheeks at her correction. It might earn her a new punishment.
Neil leant down and softly kissed her lips.
“Thank you for being honest, kitten.”
He leant over and untied the belts, allowing her to sit up and stretch a little. He watched as she rubbed her wrists. Neil massaged her sore shoulder, pressing his fingertips into the tender flesh. Just as he finished he heard the front door bell.
“I’ll be right back.”
He grabbed his jeans from the chair and pulled them on, then left the room. Stepping down two stairs at a time he reached the door in seconds. He grabbed the keys on the telephone table and unlocked the door. A man in his forties stood with a parcel in his hand.
“Mr. Jones, a delivery for you, can you sign here please?”
“Yes, are you nearly finished for the day?” Neil took the electronic pad and scribbled his signature.
“I wish, I finish at six.”
“Crikey. At least you have good weather and it’s the weekend tomorrow.”
The courier laughed. “Yes, there is that. There you go, enjoy your afternoon.”
“Oh I will. Thank you.” Neil took his parcel and locked the door behind him. He knew what it was. Should he hide it and save it for later? He paused at the bottom of the stairs and thought about it. Marie had blatantly opened her corset and thong. Did she deserve this treat right now, her treat? Not really, it was Neil’s. He walked up the stairs and along the landing to the bedroom once more.
Marie had come around, she was ready for more. Her eyes lit up when she saw the box he carried. Neil put his finger to his lips.
“I’m glad this came while I was home. I’ll open it with you once I’ve finished with you, you naughty kitten. “
Just to tease her he placed the new package six inches from her head on the pillow. So close she would be able to smell the cardboard packaging. He watched the tension mount, her pupils dilated, her little pink tongue darted out and brushed over her lips in anticipation.
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Bonnie is sweet enough to be giving away not one but two books today. One copy of Whips & Wax and another book off her back list. All you have to do is leave a comment answering the following question:
What do you think about ball gags, yay or nay?
Don't forget to include your email address so I can contact you. Good Luck!
Giveaway ends Feb. 8th