Chapter Seven
Further Raptures
After my evening, tube-fed meal, the rubber outer dress was taken from me and true to her word Frau Baxter bound me to my bed in the same attitude as the previous night. After she had tucked the top sheet in across my neck, she left the room and went downstairs. She had not been gone long before my fingers began once more their exciting journey between my legs. This time, I found that I was able to almost glove them in the rubber edging of my undergarment. Had it stretched, or merely become displaced with my movements that day?
After a while, I realised that there was something lacking, and although all was the same as twenty-four hours ago, to my chagrin I found that I was missing the taste and the bite of the gag, and even the encompassing straps of its
