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ween my ankles. With my arms behind me,
there wasn't much I could do to resist. There was no foreplay. He just
lubricated his fingers and started loosening me, preparing me for
something. When I saw it, I was nonplussed.
"What's that?! What are you going to do to me?" Contraptions make
me nervous, especially when I don't know what they're for.
"It's on the List," he said. "Trust me." Well, it is on the List,
but only technically.
The 'horse' had been on the List, too: two dildos at once. That
was stretching the intent of the List to the limit. I couldn't make
head nor tail of this, though. It looked like a very large condom on
the end of a small-diameter rubber hose.
"But Master, if it pleases you, I don't remember anything
like..."
He gagged me. This time it wasn't that horrible rubber ball, but
it was still a gag. It was a kind of ring that went in my mouth, held
in with a neck strap. The ring just held my mouth open--that's all,
just held it open. Sounds simple, but I couldn't make an intelligible
sound to save my life. It was humiliating. And I know I must have
looked like a drooling idiot with my mouth hanging open.
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