Thomas loosed the head straps. The chin guard was removed and my head lolled, my slowly returning sight canting the room at a crazy angle. Somehow I had gotten turned around so that I faced the new slaves, each of them now pale, a couple even breathed heavy as if they were f****d like me too. Out came the ring gag, but my mouth remained rounded as if the gag’s continuing use had frozen it like that. The hood’s zipper opened and Thomas peeled away red leather. I think Thomas and Gavin were talking about me. Something about how I had more than earned a pass on to my next level of training, how Gavin wanted me to be his first house guest, but that Thomas refused. He wanted to “refine” me a little more. Gavin reluctantly agreed and it was decided that Marisa should go first. I didn’t care. All
