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Greetings! Torirumu here with a new attempt!

This time, I decided to draw Deirdre! Looks like she's had a rough day, and is spending her free time engaging in some self-bondage to help de-stress! Seems like it's doing the trick~

As always, please do enjoy and thank you all for the continued support!

Until next time.

And because I wanted to, here's a short story to go with it:

Closing the door behind her, Deirdre let loose a sigh, her shoulders slumping slightly. “Finally done with dealing with that mess…” Her grip around the small bag in her hand tightened. “Of course, you’d think the Empire’s doing well, but we still have a lot of issues to iron out. Especially in regards to our plans with the Kingdom…” Sighing again, she locked the door behind her, and walked over to the plain bed in the corner of the room, placing the bag onto the sheets. 

Opening the bag, the Queen pulled out a few coils of rope, rolls of tape, a pair of handcuffs, a small vibrator with its controller, and finally a large, red ball gag. As Deirdre laid out the items on the bed, she could feel her nerves flare up; sneaking around like this always made her nervous. “No one would think to look for me in some random unused room in the castle, right?” It was a familiar worry, something she’d probably said every time she did this. 

It was routine the way she hastily stripped her garments and diadem off, folding the clothes and leaving them, along with her crown, on the nearby dresser with shaking hands. Now standing there in nothing but her lacy deep green undergarments, the raven-haired Queen could already feel herself getting excited, a slight blush creeping onto her pale cheeks. “Let’s just get this over with…” Deirdre thought to herself, a feeling of frustration shooting through her. “If my court knew their queen tied herself up in her spare time they’d never take me seriously again…” She continued to think, as she grabbed a coil of rope and undid it. Sitting down on the bed, the mattress creaking, Deirdre leaned down and despite her shaking hands, the Queen deftly started to bind up her ankles in tight rope cuffs, cinching the knot afterward. Nodding, she grabbed one of the tape rolls next to her and quickly found the end of the roll, picking at it before pulling free. Turning her attention back to her legs, tape in hand, Deirdre started to wind the sterling adhesive around her shins, in taut revolutions. And soon, below her knees, above them, and her thighs followed in fervent succession, the Queen picking up the pace with each new binding. To end her leg bindings, she taped her two big toes together; a small addition to be sure, but it served to arouse the Queen even more than before. Feeling a growing damp spot in her panties, Deirdre shivered with excitement, trying her best to stay focused. Running a hand over the tape squeezing down on her pliable thighs, Deirdre bit her lip. “I shouldn't like the feeling of tape on my body but…” 

Grabbing another coil of rope, she undid the material, wrapping it into a loop, and then around her hips, and then down into the loop towards her crotch, she pulled it taut into her awaiting womanhood, gasping between gritted teeth as the rope burrowed its way deep into her pussy. As she finished knotting it off, Deirdre’s hips were already moving on their own, trying to grind against the crotch rope she just affixed to herself. “I know I shouldn't but…” Fighting back a moan, she grabbed the vibrator on the bed, and taking the small, pink, pill-sized toy, she slipped it into her drenched panties, laying it right against her clit. And, with a little effort, she managed to push the controller into the bindings on her thighs, waiting for her to turn it on. 

Taking the handcuffs from her side, she grabbed one final rope bundle. First, she tied it off to her ankle bindings, and led the other end to her soon to be worn handcuffs, tying off the end there, trying to keep the connection short purposefully. “If I'm to do this, I want it to be restrictive… It’s no fun if I can’t struggle a lot…” She mused, as laid the handcuffs, now with a rope connection tied to it back onto the bed for later. 

With a hungry glare in her eyes, Deirdre finally laid her hands on the bright red ball gag resting on the bed. Her heart thumping in her chest, the raven-haired Queen lifted the thick rubber ball up to her mouth and pushed it in deep, her teeth resting on the top, as the gag settled right into between her silver-stained lips. 

Feeling a near sense of euphoria shot through her at the feeling of being gagged, the Queen quickly buckled the straps behind her head with a lusty impatience. “Nph Rnmpnh, Nh mnphphmn thhnph...!” She whimpered, her voice dripping with pleasure. 

“I… I can't wait any longer! I-I need this…!”  The thought overruled her previous worries as she grasped the handcuffs. She slipped her legs up and onto the bed, now laying down, her head on a pillow. Putting her wrists behind her back, pulling her bound, luscious legs up, she slipped one of her wrists into the cuffs, and slid it closed, hearing the satisfying metallic click of the cuff locking in place; the sound sending quivers down her spine.

“Wait! The-” Deirdre stopped short and using her free hand, she turned the vibrator on, setting it right to its highest setting. Shuddering as the toy buzzed to life and mercilessly attacked her clit, she quickly turned her attention back to the cuffs. Slipping her last free wrist and limb into the other cuff, she pushed the lock in and the sound of the last cuff locking in place was music to Deirdre's ears. 

Now fully bound up, vibed, and gagged, the Queen fully gave herself up to the bindings and the feeling of being restrained. “Ymph…!! Thhnph nphf thhmf fmllmnng! Nh mnpfm thhnphf...!!” She moaned out, spit freely flowing from mouth and coating the ball gag keeping her shut up. Lost in her pleasure, Deirdre freely struggled now, pulling and tugging against the rope, tape, and cuffs that kept her tightly hogtied on the bed. Her sizable chest swayed in its green bra, the rope and tape binding her creaked, her sweaty soles and toes scrunched up, her cheeks flushed a bright red, her deep black eyes filled with lust. Shivering, she continued to struggle, moaning loudly into her gag now, drool streaming down the ball-gag, her breath heavy. “Nh wfnnph thn cnm sfhn bdnpnh...!! Cnmfm nnph!” She cried out as she desperately tried to grind on the crotch rope dug deep into her drenched pussy only serving to further drive the Queen to a huge orgasm. 

All the while, the vibrator continued its teasing assault on her clit, her struggles shifting it around in her panties, leaving her hungry for its vibrations. “Oh Rumu, just stay in one place…!! Please, just…. a little more!” Her thoughts were racing, Deirdre now fully caught up in the situation, her bound up body quaking and shaking with pent-up pleasure. Her body felt like it was on fire, beads of sweat rolling down her arms, legs, breasts, even the soles of her feet. “Hnhf!? Thnphph… phnn m-mnfch!! ” She mewled, her voice catching as she pulled the crotch rope hard into her soaked pussy, as the vibe pressed right up against her clit. “T-that’s-” Was all she could think, her thoughts too scrambled by the sudden burst of pleasure.

Biting down on the ball gag, her breaths shallow and steamy, Deirdre continued to work her crotch rope fervently, her sweaty, sensitive body quaking with each tug. “What would they all think…? Seeing their Queen all bound up and gagged, moaning, and grinding against a crotch rope like some sort of slut…!?” The thought tormented her, her cheeks burning with embarrassment; not because she hated the thought, no. It was because the thought turned her on even more than before.

“Ymph, ymph, rnghph thhmrm…! Dnnfph sfhphnp!!” Her voice started to build in volume, the gag keeping her hushed, but even then her moans were loud. It was all too much, far too much for the Queen to bear. “Nhhm Cnmmnng!!!!” She screamed, her orgasm crashing into her, drowning the ebony-haired monarch in euphoria. Her sweat soaked, drool covered body seized, contracting and shaking as much as it could in her tight hogtie, as she rode out the powerful orgasm. “Nhf Rnmn....!!” She sputtered out, her body still shaking.

“I-I need to get back to work…” She thought, before feeling the vibe still buzzing up against her clit, the ropes and tape pulling at her skin, the feeling of the thick rubber ball in her mouth, keeping her shut up. Even if she felt guilty about sneaking around and hiding her kinky past times from her court and subjects, the fact that she loved being restrained was undeniable; a fact Deirdre knew all too well. “Maybe work can wait a few more minutes…?” She mused to herself, her breath shaky, as moans started to creep out from her gagged mouth again, filling the empty room. 

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She regretted adding the ankle cuffs.

It seemed like naughty, fun idea, last time was so easy without.

The walk to the key was much slower this time taking tiny mincing steps. Her feet and calf muscles were burning from the skyscraper heels.

It was now 6am and it was starting to get light but she needed to crouch down and rest. Had she taken it too far this time?

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This is one of the first pieces I wrote since I created a proper account. This was the short story I had to write to gain access to the GameOfGags discord server a few years back, so it is pretty old. But even with its age, I hope it was still an enjoyable short read for some!

She had decided on a little self bondage adventure to spice things up.

She waited until midnight and put on her shortest dress and highest heels with ankle straps. She tottered round the corner to the park, hiding her handcuff key in a flowerbed near the entrance.

She walked to the far side of the park as quickly as she could in the towering stilettos.

With a wicked smile she strapped the ballgag tightly into her mouth and took a deep breath before reaching around and ratcheting the handcuffs tightly around her wrists, securing her hands uselessly behind her back.

Her feet were already aching and she wished she had worn a longer dress that wasn't as low cut. But now the scene was set and she had to sneak back through the whole park, handcuffed and ballgagged wearing her 6 inch heels and mini dress.

She had decided on a little self bondage adventure to spice things up.

She waited until midnight and put on her shortest dress and highest heels with ankle straps. She tottered round the corner to the park, hiding her handcuff key in a flowerbed near the entrance.

She walked to the far side of the park as quickly as she could in the towering stilettos.

With a wicked smile she strapped the ballgag tightly into her mouth and took a deep breath before reaching around and ratcheting the handcuffs tightly around her wrists, securing her hands uselessly behind her back.

Her feet were already aching and she wished she had worn a longer dress that wasn't as low cut. But now the scene was set and she had to sneak back through the whole park, handcuffed and ballgagged wearing her 6 inch heels and mini dress.