Hazel could hardly deny it, not with her belly and thighs still bearing the glistening evidence of her surrenders. “Yes, Master,” she replied quietly, “I did and I now understand that you were right about me. I am a sub...a submissive slave and I accept it, Master.”
“That is as it should be, slave. Now, I wish to gag you again, so open your mouth.”
The second gag, a simple hard rubber ball on a thin strap, fitted snugly between her teeth and though not as uncomfortable or as efficient as the cylinder built into the hood, still prevented speech.
Less happily for Hazel, it also made her drool and she couldn’t stop saliva from gathering on its surface and trickling down her chin as he buckled the strap.
Her Master either didn’t notice or, far more likely, didn’t care, so she just had to p
