“Open your mouth!” Mistress ordered. Whimpering miserably and yet resigned to the inevitable I obeyed, so that she could gag me firmly with one of those scarves before tying it off behind my head. The other scarf was used similarly to blindfold me. Finally, Mistress finished this fiendishly comprehensive bondage by threading one last rope through the scarves’ knots at the back of my head, looping it through the binding on my elbows and pulling it so tight before knotting it that my head was stretched radically backwards, straining my neck acutely. Then out of the pitch blackness I heard my eternal new owner address me.
“This is how and where you’ll sleep from now on, slave. I’m sick of sharing the bed with your snoring, farting, blanket-stealing male stink. I’ll return and release you whe
