BTW, in my previous post I was assuming that no tying up was going on so the screamer could be free to remove the gag if it became a problem. If you want to tie someone up AND gag them, you have to take the Bondage Safety Course that OUGHT to be offered at your local “Y”.
Now THAT would be an interesting class, Evil Captor.
… Ok folks … attention!
Our first class will be all about knots. They need to be secure but also allow you to release your partner quickly in case of fire.
Next week please be sure to bring your restraints with you! How are we supposed to have class if you are all unprepared!
Also folks, you need to have a safe word by next week. There will also be a quiz on gag curtesy.
I love a loud lover. And to that end try to give verbal feed-back too, although I have always been somewhat quiet…
Hi, my name is Miss Piggy, and I’m a screamer.
I’m always loud, but it is a lot louder when I’ve been drinking. The guy I’m with seems to like it, but it does get kinda embarrassing when you have to face housemates the next day. I think my best friend is used to it now, though.
Anyone else wake up with a sore throat/little hoarseness the next day. There’s a reality check for you.
The guy to whom I lost my virginity was one of those people who made no noise whatsoever - I thought that was odd, though at that point, I hadn’t discovered my inner screamer. 
I once had sex at one of those “We all know you’re only here for one thing” motels: We were in the middle of the festivities and I was getting rather loud, so my partner tried to quiet me. I looked at him oddly, then told him to touch the wall; he discovered that it was soundproofed, and forgot about shushing me.
All together, folks…WELCOME, MISS PIGGY! You’re among friends, here.
I get very loud at the, uh, critical moment. Other than that I don’t really think of myself as being noisy.
Well, except for when my g/f and I use our
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8" strap-on , then I sound like a rutting Bull Moose.
Related anecdote: (note: I’m a screamer, but thought I was doing pretty well at keeping it under control). My 12-year-old daughter was listing off all the things she had to be grateful for the other day “I’m lucky to have plenty of food to eat, clothes to wear, a house to live in, and parents that are not only not divorced, but really love each other. . .frequently. Loudly enough for me to hear even when I’m downstairs reading. You sound funny!” Much blushing on my part!
Eeek norinew… I’m going to have to be very careful with the munchkins then! We really need to move or add a second floor to our house… and then carpet the walls!
Come on, Lola, isn’t it time you upgraded to the adult-size model? 
I be confused…girlfriends, cute little boy and husband references…
Pssssssssssst, Dave! Click on the second link - he’s not my husband (although some days I wish he was). The first link is a picture of him when he was a toddler.
As for adult-size models, once we have conquered the one we have now, we’ll upgrade. But for now…
::sighs and picks up bottle of lube::
Umm…Mr Madonna? Just guessing here.
Not the first time, and probably won’t be the last time, I’ve envied a hunk o’ rubber. But, it may be the most I’ve envied one. “Conquered”, huh? I’d swoon, but it would detract from my macho image. 
Update - no nookie 
- between him having pulled something in his shoulder and my neck/back pain giving me shooting pain spasms, well lets just say, the mood went off us rapidly…
Oh well… we live to scream another day 
And its Saturday night and I’m on the computer and by god, it’s a fine night for a yelp or two don’t ya think???
Of course he’s Mister Madonna. Aww look they are so in love.
Davebear, are you flirting with me? ::blushing prettily::
Yes, the g/f and I are in the long, drawn-out process of conquering “johnny”, and when we do, I’ll email you with details.
Sorry for the hijack. Please continue discussing moans, giggles, oohs, aahs, shrieks and gasps. And how to stifle them. I am so glad I don’t have kids yet and don’t need to worry about it right now. But I will eventually… oh yes, I will.
I never heard my parents until the past year. I’ve never heard them very clearly though (thank god). Once I heard very loud rhythmic thumping coming from their room upstairs and was gearing up for a nervous breakdown until they came downstairs fully clothed, with hockey sticks in their hands. They had been plumping their futon. And again, I thank god.
Uh huh… and you believed them? ahhhhhh denial is a powerful thing
Well, it’s possible, I guess. Even hardcore hag sluts, like Madonna, can fall in love.
Umm…err…well…I…uhh…kind of? Lola’s a girl, isn’t she? I think so. She’s not gonna kung fu my ass, is she? Nah, she don’t know where I live. Why’s she blushing? She just told the world about her strap-on, and now she’s blushing because I kinda flirted with her? WAIT! What’d she say? OH! Excellent! I haven’t gotten a pornmail in ages. Send pictures, too! Hell, if you send me the old, worn out stub, I’ll send you a new, man-sized one, in your choice of color.
Um dave… I have this image now of you dipping yourself in blue food coloring to honor that promise to lola…
Then I started wondering what you would do if she requested plaid…
I think I need some sleep!
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Bahahahaha! Hey! Are you calling me a dick?
Probably pass out, like Sylvester did, in that cartoon.
Thanks for the welcome. I think screamers anon isn’t such a bad group to belong to.
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QUOTE]Bahahahaha! Hey! Are you calling me a dick?
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Oh goodness Dave… no… I was trying to figure out a polite way to phrase which part of you you’d be dipping and I really should know better I mean really! After all the threads we’ve been in together!