Gag Order: Silence is Golden (and Mandatory)
Shh. You talk too much.
You have so many opinions, excuses, and apologies. “I’m sorry Mistress,” “Please Mistress,” “It hurts Mistress.” Frankly, it’s exhausting. I don’t need to hear your voice to know you’re suffering; I can see it in your eyes.
“Gag Order” is about stripping you of your humanity’s most basic tool: language. When I take away your voice, you stop being a person who can negotiate and start being an object that simply exists. Objects don’t talk. They just sit there and look pretty.
🧠 The Psychology: The Helpless Mute
Silence is heavy. When you are gagged, your internal monologue gets louder because it has nowhere to go. You become trapped inside your own head with only my commands to guide you.
The gag forces your jaw open (or shut), reminding you constantly of your submission. It makes you drool. It makes you look stupid. It makes you look like exactly what you are: a vessel for my use.
By removing your ability to speak, I am removing your ability to say “No,” “Stop,” or “Wait.” (Safe words aside, of course, safety first). But in the context of the scene? You are powerless. You are just a hole waiting to be told what to do.
📋 The Task: The “Silent Treatment” Protocol
Find your gag. A ball gag is preferred for the humiliation factor (I love watching the drool), but a ring gag or bit gag works if you want to look like a pony.
The Rules:
- Strap In: Secure it tight. If you can still form words around it, it’s too loose.
- The Duration: You will remain gagged for 60 minutes.
- The Communication Ban: You are not allowed to make noise. No grunting, no humming, no whining through the gag. If you need something, you point. If I ask you a question, you nod or shake your head.
- The Humiliation Factor: You are not allowed to wipe your face. If you drool, let it run down your chin. It ruins your makeup? Good. It ruins your shirt? Even better.
👠 Mistress Lexie’s Advice
Learn to enjoy the silence. It’s the only time you aren’t saying something stupid.
Feel how wide your jaw is stretched? That’s the feeling of being owned. Don’t fight the saliva; just let it happen. You look so much cuter when you’re messy, wide open, and completely unable to talk back to me.
Open wide. Buckle up. Hush.