Piano, Chapter 3

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Laysan

Piano, Chapter 3

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I fell hard out of some troubled dream by the sound of Alba's voice. "Wake up, my little slave..."

It took me a moment to recall my situation as I struggled to see in my self imposed darkness. By the direction of Alba's voice, I had apparently been lowered back down under the lights. I felt a hand lightly shaking my shoulder.

"Alba? Where's Paty? Please tell her I'm sorry." I was worried that she had sent Alba to throw me out on the streets. "I love her so much. I can't live without her. I need her!"

My plea on landed upon silence, although after a moment I thought I heard a quiet sniff off to the right.

"Don't worry, my little slave," Alba whispered. "Paty loves you, too... We all do."

"Paty?" I said. "I love you!"

"You have done an excellent job of demonstrating your submission. But we have something special to add tonight. Ceylon is here and she has brought your new gag."


My heart started thumping in my chest and ears. My body became tense. Ceylon's presence always seemed to accompany some new form of bondage. Well, I had just said that I would do anything. If this is what Paty wanted, then I was ready. "Ok..." I whispered.

"First we need to get you out of the cage," Alba said.

I pulled my chains around me and curled up on one side of the cage. I heard the winch engage and soon the cage settled on the floor and the plate dropped away from the hatch.

"Can you hand your steel ball through the top?" Alba asked. With some trouble I pushed it up until someone grabbed it. Next I felt calm hands guide me to the opening and I slowly stood up. Two sets of arms lifted me out of the cage and carried me a short distance until they set me down on a small chair.

"The keys to the chains and blindfold are on the bench by the door," I suggested.

"Don't worry, little slave. You're current restrictions will not impede our task." Groan! That is what I was afraid of.

I sat in silence, waiting, trying to fold into myself and disappear in the darkness of my world.

"Hi, Laysan, it's me, Ceylon." I turned in her direction and nodded my head.

"The molds of the inside of your mouth were perfect and I am very excited to be able to finally fit your gag. I think that you will find it very comfortable. Even after wearing it for a long time."

I wanted to say something, particularly now, knowing that I wouldn't be able to say anything soon, but for some reason, I could not. How long were they going to make me wear the gag? Would they ever take it out? I could feel my body start to shiver.

"Ok, I'll need you to open your mouth. I'm going to need to pull on your tongue a little. Several parts of the gag will need to lock onto the stud in your tongue."

I tentatively opened my mouth. "A little wider please," Ceylon said.

I felt a piece of gauze wrap around the end of my tongue and pull on it. I felt another hand begin to softly stroke my hair as though to comfort me. Was it Paty, my love?

Ceylon had several fingers in my mouth. She pressed down on my piercing and I felt a rigid plate slide underneath my tongue. Her hands shook a little with effort until I felt a click and the piercing jerked around a little in its hole. The gauze was unwrapped from my tongue. Ceylon pushed it and the plate back in my mouth until it settled behind my bottom teeth.

"Perfect fit!" she said.

I experimentally attempted to move my tongue, but the plate was heavy enough to keep me from lifting it to the top of my mouth.

"Ok, now for the top part of the gag." I felt something slide over the top of my tongue and after another brief struggle, I felt the plate snap around the bead of the stud piercing on top.

I opened and closed my mouth a couple of times. I was surprised that the gag felt loose in my mouth and the top plate clacked around against my teeth.

"One more piece," Ceylon said.

I opened my mouth. Ceylon began to push another plate into my mouth between the top plate and my tongue. The piece must have been shaped like a wedge, because as she pushed it further inside, I felt the top plate begin to press against the roof of my mouth while my tongue became flattened down on the bottom plate. 

A nervous humming sound issued involuntarily from my throat. A whisper tickled my ear. "Don't worry, Baby." 

Paty!

I felt Ceylon's fingers on my cheeks and my head was pushed back against the head rest of the chair. After what must have been considerable effort, I felt the third plate snap onto the post of my tongue piercing. I thought I sensed additional pops between the plates, but I'm not sure.

"Great!" Ceylon said. "Close your jaw please."

As I closed my mouth, I felt the top section suction itself tightly against the roof of my mouth. Stunned by the sensation, I quickly tried to reopen my jaws. I could do it but there was some effort as the top plate seemed to seal perfectly against the terrain of my mouth.

"No! Close, please..." Ceylon insisted.

I did as she said and felt the top plate slide comfortably back up between my upper teeth, filling the space completely.

"An excellent fit! Ok... Now to lock it in place." She pulled back one cheek and I felt a small metal tool of some sort slide through the space where my molar had once been. The tool must have slid into some section of the gag as well. She let go of the tool and it stayed in place pulling my lip back on that side. She repeated the process with a second tool on the opposite side of my mouth.

"These next two pieces are particularly delicate. We'll need to be very careful not to break them."

I felt something as narrow as floss, but much less forgiving being inserted between two teeth on the lower right side of my mouth. Moments later a second sensation followed on the left side. 

"Ok. Paty, I need you to push on these two pieces. Not too hard! You should be able to feel resistance when they are fully inserted." 

I felt pressure being applied to the two narrow floss-like instruments.

"Now, Alba, on the count of three, I need you to turn the key on your side."

"Which way?" Alba asked.

"Um... counter clockwise for you... And, Paty, keep pushing. Ready? One... two... three..."

I felt a scraping sensation somewhere from the within the gag and along the back of some of my teeth.

"Ok! That's good!" All the instruments were pulled from my mouth. "Try to open you jaw now, Laysan."

I tried, but could not open it at all. My teeth were tightly sealed around the plates which filled my mouth and held my tongue so securely.

"Wow!" Alba said. "You would never know she was gagged. You'd just think she was smiling. Or, um, grimacing, as it were."

I quickly closed my lips, frightened. I didn't want to give Alba the chance to admire my bondage, invisible or not.

"Say something, pretty, little slave!" Alba said.

I made a quiet humming sound muffled behind the solid plates. Without the ability to move any part of my mouth, there would be no opportunity for the creation of consonants, just a simple hum.

"The keys engage clamps which insert themselves around the wires that we cemented to the backs of her teeth three weeks ago," Ceylon explained with pride. "She can be fed her liquid diet through the spaces where her molars used to be at the back of the gag. Also, if her sinuses become blocked she will be able to breath through those holes. Basically, as long as she gets a proper fluoride treatment occasionally, she could wear the gag for the rest of her life."

That statement sent me into a minor frenzy - humming and jerking at the heavy chains that held my limbs so well. I wanted the thing out of my mouth. I started to feel like I wasn't going to be able to get enough air with it in place. 

"Shhh, Laysan, calm down." I was happy that Paty was beside me. I was trying to get control again, but I was quite certain that I was going to pass out. I opened my lips and heard my breath whistle through the gag as I hyperventilated.

"Shhhh... it's ok..."

I tried to call out to Paty, but only heard a quiet hum deep in my head.

"You're ok... You are with people that love you..."

Finally, as I started calming down a little. I felt my body lifted from the chair. My anxiety started lift as well when I realized that they were putting me back in the cage. I shook my head and tried to climb back out of the cage.

"Laysan! You're going to hurt yourself! Sit down!" I was somewhat stunned by the stern tone in Alba's voice, but it was not enough to deter my efforts. I was having a panic attack. Maybe if I could get the blindfold off...

I felt a hand grab the chain close to where it connected to my collar. It must have been Ceylon, because any resistance that I exercised was easily negated. Finally, I was held against the bars at one end of the cage. I heard the winch engage followed by the sound of the hatch sealing.

As the cage rose into the air, I heard Paty whisper into my ear, "It's ok, Laysan. I love you! I will keep you as my slave forever."


I turned to the source of her voice and shook my head, humming frantically. Even still, I knew that the cage continued to rise up towards the ceiling. Paty!