Nordic Handgag Daydreams

When I was a freshman in high school there was a girl who was a senior. Her name was Sherry. And I was seriously hung up on her, in my inmost daydreams, as a wild wicked handgagstress.

Sherry was a senior in high school, teengirl eighteen, and she was half a head taller than me, beautiful, big boned, broad shoulders, and amazing large oversized smoothbacked sexy strong smooth female hands, oh! She was a hot Scandinavian princess, with brown shoulder length hair, and bewitching glacial blue eyes, and high Nordic cheekbones, and I was completely smitten with her.

In particular, I was smitten with her large smooth strong much-too-big teengirl hands. I scarcely dared approach her in life, but in my secret fantasies I had all sorts of daydreams about Sherry shutting me up with her large hot sexy squarebacked hands. It was the late 1970s, "and it was sex, disco sex," oh I had such engrossing daydreams about Sherry keeping me handgagged with her big powerful beautiful Norwegian hands.

In one frequent fantasy somehow we were together in a storage closet off the science room in the high school, and I was lying there with my back against Sherry's breasts, and she had both her enormous smooth tightgripping hands clamped HARD over my mouth, "Mmmmmmmh, hhmmmm mmmm MMMMMMMH!", Sherry was holding her hands tight over my mouth, and I was straining my jaw but I couldn't get my mouth open beneath her tight handgrip, I JUST COULDN'T, "Mmmmmmmhhh!!", and Sherry was determined just to keep on holding my mouth shut with her large strong velvet steeltight Nordic hands, and I would reach up and tug and pull on her big silencing mouthholding hands, only she wouldn't let me go, and I couldn't get away because she was too strong for me and she was determined to keep me shut up with her hands over my mouth NO MATTER WHAT!

And in this daydream Sherry would keep her hands fastened unnaturally tight over my mouth there in the science room closet for HOURS, she wasn't going to let me go, she kept on holding me silenced and speechless in a secret place in the high school for HOURS, and I couldn't pull her hands off my mouth and I couldn't get away from her no matter how I struggled. And I jacked off over this fantasy in high school I don't know how many times.

And whenever I saw Sherry around the high school I would stare at her hands, with ravenous hunger, with burning desire to get handgagged by her. And it was my burning secret daydream, back in those days when none of us were online, and I had no idea if there was anyone else like me in all the world, with these lurid secret mouthholding fantasies, and a hot desire for this girl who was a high school senior to keep me shut up with her large smoothbacked Scandinavian hands kept clamped over my mouth for hours on end.

In fact back in those days I'd never even heard of a fetish, I had no idea what kind of urge this was I had, only I really, really, REALLY wanted Sherry to hold my mouth shut with her hands, and never let me go no matter how wildly I struggled against her.

And I had lots of other fantasies about Sherry, such as one recurrent daydream where I was in the high school library, and my mouth was taped shut with tons of athletic tape because a hot female teacher earlier in the day had taped my mouth shut as punishment for talking in class, and now I was in the library with the lower half of my face encased in a tight hot restraining tapegag. And some girls were asking me why I couldn't talk, "What happened to you?", and I was unable to reply to them because my mouth was sealed shut with tons of white cloth tape.

And then I found a book in the library, and I took it up to the front desk, and Sherry with her huge hands was working behind the front desk, and I gave the book to her to check it out of the library, only Sherry looked at me with her cold blue eyes and her Nordic cheekbones, and she asked me if I wanted to check the book out for two weeks or four weeks, only I was unable to speak with my mouth taped shut, and she said, "Well, I can't check it out for you if you won't tell me how long you want it checked out."

And I could only gesture at Sherry and go "Mmmmmmhhh, mmmm hmmmm mmmm HHMMMMHHH!", with my mouth heavily taped shut. "Well I can't understand you at all... Can't you talk?"

And then in the daydream I had to have my mouth taped shut for the rest of the day, for hours, and then after school the teacher who taped my mouth shut (the hot female math teacher) untaped my mouth at last in her classroom, and afterwards walking down the hallway I ran into Sherry. "I thought you were shut up? I thought you couldn't talk with your mouth taped shut?" And then Sherry grabbed me in her arms and she clamped her huge smooth powerful Norwegian hands TIGHT over my mouth, and she held me as I mmmmphed and struggled hard against her, only I couldn't get away from her or pull her large strong tightclamped hands off my mouth no matter how hard I fought and squirmed and struggled against her, against Sherry and her tight unbreakable mouthhold.

Then Sherry graduated from high school, but I continued to have daydreams about Sherry holding my mouth shut with her large strong smooth beautiful hands.

Then in the summertime, three years later, we had the usual Fourth of July events in my hometown. And I was walking down the street, that summer between my senior year of high school and my freshman year in college. And as I walked down the street among the holiday crowd, I became aware that Sherry was walking ahead of me. Sherry, now well along in college. Sherry, back in town, and I was freaked out of my gourd to see that Sherry now had long fingernails, all ten of her nails grown out half an inch, like claws, natural and unpolished, Sherry now had long sharp claws like a wild animal on her large smoothbacked oversized hands!

And I was overcome, and I thought What if Sherry had had nails like that back in her high school days and the days of my fantasies of an endless mouthhold in the science room closet? And I followed after Sherry through the crowd, staring at her long-nailed hands, and for a long time after I had fantasies of Sherry with those long fingernails catching me and keeping me shut up with my mouth wrapped tight shut in the merciless unescapable grip of her large tight strong smooth Scandinavian half-inch-clawnailed college girl hands.

And another three years passed, and this time again it was the summer in between my junior and senior years of college. And one weekend I drove over to a large city, an hour and a half away, where there was some musical jazz event in a park on the waterfront. And I was wandering around among the crowd. And all of sudden my heart kicked into a gallop, pounding, and I stood there staring with a hard hot raging boner in my pants.

Because there at this jazz event, 90 miles away in the waterfront park, I saw Sherry. And she didn't notice me but I noticed her, with her big-boned Nordic beauty and her large smooth oversized hands hanging by her side, her big smooth hands, and now her fingernails were grown out even longer, a good three-quarters of an inch long. Sherry was standing there at this far-away urban event, where I had no reason to expect to find her, and she had three-quarter-inch long fingernails like clear pellucid popsicle sticks, unnaturally long fingernails like sexy scratching claws.

And I stood there with a boner in my pants, my mouth dry like cotton, staring at Sherry's long-clawed huge chamois-smooth strong savage militant hands, oh, her hands that could be holding my mouth shut OH SO TIGHT, and instantly all those old memories of fantasies from years gone by were rekindled within me, and I stood there gaping at Sherry's three-quarter-inch long fingernails, overcome with sudden hot hard fantasies of Sherry holding my mouth shut in her big smooth strong hands with THREE-QUARTER-INCH LONG FINGERNAILS in the closet off the science room in the high school so many years past, oh, Nordic handgag fantasies of Sherry the big-handed icy-blue-eyed valkyrie, Sherry the merciless mouth-clamping hand-silencer, Sherry now met by sudden surprise years later in a distant city and HOLD MY MOUTH SHUT AND NEVER YOU LET ME GO, oh, Sherry with her sexy SHUT-YOU-UP hands and never you let me go, "Mmmmmmmhhh, mmmmm hmmmmm mmmmm hhhmmmm MMMMMHHH, mmmmmm hmmmmm mmmmmmhhh!!!"