Shopping While Gagged

This story is a mixture of real and fantasy. Wearing a gag while shopping is intense!

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I nervously thought back to how this started. I watched a video of Fawn O wearing a COVID mask in a crowded supermarket. She surreptitiously peeled it back, revealing a ball gag. Fawn simply re-covered it and continued shopping. The video showed a few reveals in various spots in the supermarket, highlighting that Fawn was still gagged as she meandered around in public.

I was intrigued and showed it to Master. His eyes brightened, and a smile spread across his face. The plan was hatched.

Two days later, sitting in the corner of the Wegman’s parking lot, it seemed daunting. What if I see a neighbor or coworker? I looked at the people casually going about their day, putting COVID masks on as they neared the store.

Master looked at me. “Are you ready, Bondage Bitch?” He held up our locking penis gag. The Hot-pink phallus was modest-sized to be comfortable enough to wear for a while. However, it was surprisingly effective in reducing any attempts at speech into utterly muffled gibberish.

I squirmed in a mixture of nervousness and excitement. I appreciated being called “Bondage Bitch”; it foreshadowed that he will show his ownership by restricting me. I bit my lip and nodded. I took a moment to compose myself and opened my mouth.

Master slid the latex penis into my mouth. I settled my teeth onto the phallus and wrapped my lips around it. I tentatively sucked on it, knowing how Master enjoys such training. Master pulled the straps around behind my head. He tightened the buckle to the usual hole and slipped the tiny silver heart-shaped lock in place. With a “click”, I knew it wasn’t coming off until shopping was done. I frantically pulled my COVID mask in place over the gag, arranging my hair to conceal the leather strap in the back. I pulled down the mirror in the sun-visor, turning side to side as I checked what others would see.

I looked at the shopping list. Master had added over a dozen items in the past two days, enjoying how this would extend the trip. Master reminded me “You know the rules. Pretend I’m just another shopper. Now get going Bondage Bitch.”

I tried responding “Yes Master.” It came out closer to “Wmmff Mmmfmm.” Master smiled. He gets turned on by hearing my muffled speech; it reminds him of his control.

I picked up my shopping bags and snagged a cart. It was a bright, sunny Saturday afternoon. Wegman’s was mobbed. I walked to the entryway, and a man stopped, looking at me. Holy crap! He knows I’m freakin’ gagged!

The stranger smiled and waved me forward. Can he tell that my mouth is somewhat open, stuffed with this rubber penis? Does he see a tell-tale leather strap around the COVID mask? I nervously went preceded him into the atrium.

I sized up the bananas as I approached the bin. I quickly snatched up a hand of bananas, enjoying the triumph as one item was in the cart. Lettuce was next, but someone was in the way. I would normally say a polite “Excuse me”, and they would step aside. I dared not let out a “wffmmff mff” from behind the gag. I’d need to come back for it.

I continued through the store, nervously gripping the rubber dick tightly with my lips. I feared a dribble of drool might expose things.

As I picked up the bread, I caught sight of Master just behind me. He was probably grinning ear to ear. I envisioned Master gleefully rubbing the keys to the gag in his pocket, savoring his control over me in this public setting. Did he think my sucking on this dick was practicing for later?

Going down the cereal aisle, I saw a young mom and her toddler son, maybe two years old. I patiently waited, and the toddler looked up at me and waved. “Hi.”

I waved back, smiling around my gag at the adorable kid. The mom turned to me. Realizing she was in my way, the woman blurted out “Oh! Sorry!”

I held up my hand in gratitude, both to the young boy for speaking and to the mom for stepping aside. I mmpphhed something that I hoped she couldn’t make out. Thankfully, I was able to grab the Shredded Wheat and move on. I hope Master was amused by these predicaments!

With each item, the edge of my fear waned bit by bit. However, I was still acutely aware that my secret was always moments away from being revealed.

I picked up the last item in the frozen section. Yes! I made it without being spotted by a friend, neighbor, coworker, or anyone else I knew! I went down the list one more time. Damn it! The lettuce! Do I take the risk to cross the store right by the lines of people at the registers, or would the longer route be safer?

A wave of confidence washed over me. I bravely steered my cart past the lines of people. Some of the people turned to look at me. I curled my lips into a smile around the latex penis. My being gagged had turned into a guilty pleasure. I am wearing Fetish gear for my Master, and none of them are any the wiser! I strode past them, head held high.

The lettuce was open, and I took my time looking over the various heads for a large and fresh one. Mission accomplished, time to check out!

I saw one cashier was smiling and seemed upbeat, so I picked her lane. I got out my credit card and shopper’s card. Thankfully, there was but one person in front of me. As they were finishing up, I started loading my items onto the belt. I noticed Master was right behind me with but one or two items.

As soon as I was done, I walked up to the cashier. She smiled at me. “Hi! Did you find everything you wanted?”

I mumbled a muffled “mmhhmm” and nodded.

“Do you have a shopper’s club card?” I held up the card, and she scanned it. I hoped that would be the end of it, but she continued. “Any coupons?”

I let out a mumbled “nnhhnn” and shook my head side to side. Was she wondering why my speech was so muffled?

The cashier continued, “Will you need any bags today?”

Gggaahh!! Do I have the chattiest cashier ever?? I let out another “nnhnn”, gesturing to my bags. She had to suspect something with all of the gag speech that I had blurted out.

She finished up with a peppy “Have a Nice Day!”

My “You too” came out as “Mmfff Mmmfff!” It came out louder than I planned, my gag speech was brazen enough that the cashier must know! I strolled away, wondering if I corrupted another young mind.

I smiled a guilty pleasure as I rolled the cart out into the parking lot. That trip was incredibly intense, but so much fun. I secretly hoped Master would make me do this again from time to time.

As soon as we got in the car, Master was all over me. He lavished lusty kisses around my face and caressed my body. Master slid the COVID mask up and continued his foreplay, enjoying kissing my gagged mouth. I tried responding in kind but was only making erotic Love to the Hot pink rubber penis. He showed off the key to my gag and said “We’d better get you to the bedroom.”

My eager “Yes please Master!” was muffled into “Wff mwwff mwmww,” much to our mutual delight.

Master drove like a man on a mission. He mused, “You know, we could tie your hands to the bottom of your skirt with some fishing line. That way when you lift your hands, your skirt goes up too!”

I gasped behind my gag, but the mental seed had been planted.