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November 6th, 2026

Fluffy Socks Make for a Massive Mouth Stuffing in my Self-Gagged Day Out, Followed by Evening-In of Self Bondage and Duct Tape Gag for Gal in Glasses Catherine Sterling! Full Length Custom Video!

Deciding which socks to wear for the day is one of my favorite parts of getting dressed, I often find myself trying on pairs of socks, for the look and the feel of them! Today I have quite the predicament... a shorty sneaker socks pair or a knee high pair - both in the same super fluffy chenille knit! First I slip the tiny trainer socks over my bare feet, dainty pedicured toes sliding inside the squishy material of the blue polka dot pair that sits so well up to my ankles. Next the knee high socks come out, and I pull them up over my tattooed feet and skin tight denim jeans, smoothing them right up and over my calf muscles. I admire the chunky knit socks, leaning back on the bed to see the socked soles over ass in my mirror, my nipples hardening under white polo-neck sweater as I take in this sexy sight. Now I've decided to keep on this extra snuggly, thick pair of long socks, what should I do with the first pair, I wonder?... I'll wear them out still, in my mouth! Leaning in for a close up view of my red lipstick and metal frame specs, I stuff both feet of the fluffy thick socks into my mouth, watching my eyes water and cheeks swell at the size of this gigantic mouth stuffing self gag! I tape gag the lot in place with strips of silver duct tape over my lips, and secure this further for my day out in public with a face mask over my nose, mouth and chin, that matches my socks! Pulling on winter boots and grabbing my handbag, I'm ready to enjoy the massive gagging I've given myself, as I head out the door for the day...

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Now my jaw is aching with the constant stretch from the sopping wet fabric stuffed inside my cheeks, and my body is aching from the desire that pressure against my tongue has stirred... Arriving home I slip off the cloth facemask that has been hiding my massive self-gagging, pressing the duct tape harder onto my lips with my palm, before grabbing hanks of stiff jute rope. When I'm gagged I yearn for bondage! Tying my ankles, calves and knees over my soft and thick knee high socks and skinny denim jeans I roll around on top of my bed, straining and struggling to wrap rope into a crotch harness that bites into the most sensitive areas between my thighs. I reach behind my back to tie my wrists and feel thoroughly helpless in myself bondage predicament, long blond hair flowing, framing my wide eyed enjoyment behind metal rimmed glasses. I can see plenty bountiful booty views of my ass over socked soles views in the mirror at the foot of the bed. When I've struggled to exhaustion I lean in for a close up look at myself as I peel of the super sticky duct tape from my face, and one after the other pull out the dripping wet sneaker socks that have been soaking up copious amounts of drool as my mouth-stuffing all day!