From the underside of her nose to the bottom of her chin and ear-to-ear on each cheek Aiko’s beautiful heart-shaped face is hidden, not by the usual white or black or other solid-colored fabric, but this time by sturdy black leather. Behind this comprehensive gag her face is considerably elongated by the billiard-sized ball filling her mouth. She kneels kowtowed in the center of the bed on another luxurious fur, this one a jet-black bearskin. In addition to her shoulders, her neck and chin rest nestled in that fur, with her head stretched back and her face pointing straight forward at me. This undoubtedly uncomfortable contortion is enforced by a taut, three-eighths inch thick rope of braided white silk. While one end of this is knotted at the back of her head to the buckle of her ball-gag
