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Gag

"All secure?" she asked idly, fingering the straps which held him....a mere rhetorical underlining of the obvious as he stood splayed against the cross watching her studying him and feeling the sharp scrape of her nails as she slowly traced patterns on his skin.

"And now," she picked up another confection of straps and clinking buckles from a side table, "there's this." She dangled the ball gag and harness in front of his face.

She stroked his face and ran her fingers across his lips. ""Don't you find it strange," she continued conversationally "how they rush past this moment in films. One minute it's in the hand next minute it's on and everything moves on as if there was nothing to be savoured in this anticipation. Whereas..." she paused again to touch his face, "...whereas there's such a lot to be gained from this moment."

She swung the harness to and fro on her finger in front of his face. "After all, it's not as if you could like wearing one of these, is it? And yet in a minute I'm going to push this into your mouth and fasten the straps around your face and you're going to be wearing this regalia for as long as I choose. Isn't that something to think about?"

She stepped back and regarded him quizzically, the head harness swinging gently from her outstretched finger. "Are you thinking about it now? About stretching to accommodate it? The taste of the rubber ball in your mouth? And then, of course," she continued thoughtfully, "there's that slow, slow build-up in your mouth. The rising tide that you can't swallow.." she ran her fingers suggestively down his chin. "...until it brims over and comes dribbling down and you're drooling like a teething infant." She laughed. "Not a very attractive prospect, is it?"

She approached him slowly, a measured pace of sharp heels clicking on the hard floor. "So are we going to do this now? I think so. You're going to open your mouth nice and wide and I'm going to stuff this into it.....so open." She paused for a minute to watch the red flush of embarrassment creep up his face as his gaping mouth awaited the insertion of the gag, before pushing the rubber ball slowly and firmly home. She regarded him with a peculiarly mirthless smile. "So that's your mouth all stoppered up. And now I'm going to strap it around your face aren't I?

She was so close that he could feel her breath on his face as she leaned forward to do up the buckles, working by touch as she held his gaze. "Just imagine, having to stand there and have all these straps fixed around your face, muzzled like a dog." He could feel the bump and scrape, the contrast between leather and scalp as she ran her hands over his head. "There," she laughed, "all harnessed up." She tugged at the straps, pulling his head from side to side. "That's not going to slip off by accident, is it? You're harnessed up with that gag in your mouth for as long as it suits me."

She picked up a mirror from a side table. "You know how it feels. Do you want to see what it looks like?" He looked down and shook his head, the first tiny fleck of saliva freeing itself and flying to the side. She lifted his chin with a sharply pointed fingernail. "Look at it!" She slipped a finger between a strap and his cheek. "I want you to see what I'm seeing. You, just as I want you at present: no fine words, no jokes, no poetic declarations, no back chat. Just you, gagged and muzzled because that's what I felt like doing."

She turned and walked to the door. "As I said, a moment to savour, not rush......"

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