Next she wedged a bit between his teeth, a hard plastic bar that trapped his tongue and pulled back brutally on his lips and cheeks. Mistress pulled the straps tight, and buckling them together at the base of his brain stem he was effectively gagged: able to breathe, moan and make garbled sounds, but gain little in the way of intelligibility. He rolled his eyes, expecting to be blindfolded or hooded next, but instead Mistress left him, and busied herself positioning mirrors.
There were several of these, tall and narrow or short and wide: floor mirrors all handsomely made with gorgeous wooden frames set in stable, adjustable stands. A light patina of dust was all that obscured the pristine glass. As Mistress used a feather boa to quickly wipe this off, slave could see that most of the mirr
