Handgag Stories

Handgag Stories
the origin of my fetish is with my teacher when I was 9 \ 10 years old. It was an election period in the country and we held an election for the class representative and there were some children at the front of the class to debate. In a moment of heated discussion the teacher covered one of the boys' mouths with her hand for approximately 5 seconds, the whole room laughed. After a while she did it again for about 10 seconds
I was on a school trip and I was with the other girls in a room after I came back from toilet they pull me in room I would scream but one of them covers my mouth and they tied me up with scarfs and than they stuffed a sock in my mouth and bound a scarf around my head than they laugh and at the morning they let me out.
How old where you and they? Was the girl who handgagged you good looking?
I was 14 and the girl was 16 she had blonde hair white skin and a jeans with t shirt and soft hands
I have been handgagged 4 times.
The first time was when I was 13 years old when a classmate of mine hangagged me for some seconds because I was ready to tell everybody in the class about the girl he was in love with and he didn’t want anybody to know.
The second handgag was by my cousin and the third one happened in the army by a soldier due to a military exercise.
The last one happened some months ago which was the most exciting because I was wearing a suit and trying to resist the handgag.
Some friends of mine (men) who were wearing suits too came to my home and then we would go to a wedding. We had a discussion but my friends tired of me speaking all the time.
Then one of them handgagged me for a long time ( more than a minute) in order me to shut up. I was shouting “mmmpppghh” and trying to take his hand from my mouth but without any success because the handgag was very strong.
After that, they tied and gagged me over the mouth for half an hour in order me to calm down. They took a video of me being tied and gagged.
At the age of 16 I met a boy, and our friendship grew every day. Until one day I went to his house, and we were talking then the phone rang, his mother went to answer it and out of nowhere he covered my mouth, and said: "Be quiet, I want to know who it is!"

I had no reason for him to do that because I was quiet, but I obeyed him, that moment was magical ... Only the story doesn't end there. We both went to a camp, and ended up sleeping next to each other, we talked for a while during the night, when I realized I saw his sock practically above my mattress, and I picked it up to smell it. He realized what I did, I thought he would be angry or something ... but then he took the sock and put it in my face and was holding it, at the same time that he covered my mouth he was holding that sock. This was practically the beginning of the journey, he thought it was fun, and every time we saw each other it was more or less what happened. You know what was cooler, he had a big hand and a big foot too

Let me off my bad english, I used a translator hehehe
I think the origin of my fetish comes from after-school care in kindergarten.
It was a party and I was playing with a lot of other kids and we were romping around.
Then a girl can get me to the ground. And I asked if she can keep my mouth shut for a better feeling.
Then she pressed her hand firmly over my mouth. It was so tight I had a hard time calling my boyfriend.
She was wearing a brown leather jacket. And young think 10 or so.
Yeah, and I think that was the beginning of my fetish.
But it continues at a rapid pace!

Another girl who was older. Choked and shut me often in the bathroom of the kindergarten.
I first asked if I could use the toilet and then shortly afterwards she kept coming.
They had a strong grip and often had white T-shirts
Unfortunately she doesn't do that anymore!
I had / have many people who do that
My favorite handgag experiences involved older women.
The earliest time I can remember this happening was when I was 9 yrs old while I was going on a road trip with one my friend's family at the time. We were on our way from Montreal (CA) to New York state to go see the shopping outlets and to just hang out for the weekend during spring break. As we got to the border, I couldn't help but grin or laugh and made a small joke about why I traveled with their family and where my family was in the meantime. My friend's mom was sitting next to me in the backseat (lucky me lol) because my friend's grandma was in the front passenger seat. My friend's mom (who was in her early 40s) got embarrassed about my nonsense so she clamped her left hand over my mouth for a few seconds while she was explaining things to the border agent, and then the border agent wanted to ask me another question, so the mom let go of my mouth briefly, and then closed it again, and then kept my mouth shut until we went through the border. I remember her warm long hands, brown skinned (she was a mixed Québec woman), she also wore her two rings and a watch. That moment got me aroused at handgags for the first time.
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A Taste for Anime

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Melody and Sherry were the best of friends. They did everything together from sharing a tub of popcorn at the movies to sharing the answerers for their homework assignment in college.

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Handgagging my junior high crush Nami (Nami last part)
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So this handgag incident happened a few days after the first time i handgagged her. This time was in a break where everyone just went outside to have some fun at the end of the school year. everyone went outside except for me because i had missed a test. luckily for me Nami was at the toilet when everyone went outside. she then came out and saw me in the classroom so she came to me. we chatted for a bit when suddenly one of the teachers came inside to check if everyone went outside. Which of course Nami hadnt. I grabbed Nami and forced her behind a corner in the classrom. i put my hand hard over her mouth «just in case». we heard the teacher enter the classrom and we were really silence. Nami was breathing heavily so i put my thumb down on her nose so she wouldnt breathe. she started shaking a little bit but i held her hard to my body. she couldnt move and ince even if she wanted to. i held her breath for probably 30 seconds before the teacher left the room. i let go of the smother but i kept my hand on her mouth. i wishpered in her ear «lets sit her for a while» or something along those lines. cant remember the exact words. we sat in the corner for probably another minute. another minute of heaven for me. I was rock hard but i couldnt let her see that so when i finaly let her go i quikly made my junk point up so it was less noticable. after that we chatted some more and she went outside after a while. and that was the last time i handgagged my beautiful crush Nami. I still remember the feeling of handgagging her pretty face. what i love about her is that she is so small that i can dominate her around. ill definetly miss her. or i guess handgagging her ;)
“Let’s sit here for a while” brilliant. She sounds hot af

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