Chapter Twelve
A Litany of Submission and Slavery
Christine
The mask and its intrusions into my head were horrible!
I felt as though my head was completely filled with metal and rubber, and no matter what I did, I couldnt escape from the pervasive captivity. The worst part though was when he fitted me with the stomach tube. I thought that I was going to die when it slid into my throat, making me retch and try to howl against the insidious intrusion.
At last he seemed satisfied though, and held me up beside the bed, still silently weeping while I tried desperately to get used to the horrid facial and internal mouth bondage. Under the tightly clamped and sealed mask, I could feel all the rings and the posts pulling my tongue against the gag-pad, and at the corners of my lips the thick
