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ock at the back of my neck. Then
the buckle. The strap was loose. I reached to remove the gag, but he
held my left wrist and forced it back, and locked it to the last
chain. I still couldn't push the gag out of my mouth. I moaned, and
remember thinking I probably sound--and look--just like those leather
and bondage people. But I didn't feel like laughing this time. I was
completely beaten. I would have given anything just to get that thing
out of my mouth.
Anything.
"I'm going to take it out now. Don't say anything for the rest of
the night."
Gently, he took it out and let my mouth close. It hurt to close
it after having it held open so far for so long. I had probably had
that thing in my mouth for only ten or fifteen minutes, as I think
back on it now, but it had seemed an eternity. The ache starts in your
jaw and spreads to pain in your ears and throat. It hurts to swallow,
like I were spraining something. My ears were ringing when he finally
took it out.
I heard water running in the bathroom, then felt him wipe my nose
and face with a warm, da
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