I decided to go along with it and make the effort not to laugh.I decided to go along with it and make the effort not to laugh. He compressed the object with his fingers and pushed--gently, but enough. It went in. It felt huge. Suddenly it wasn't such an effort to stop laughing. I couldn't even smile. Or even move my lips enough to make it look like I would have smiled if I could have. I had never seen--or even heard of--a ball-gag. He took his hand away and it stayed in my mouth. I couldn't open my mouth wide enough to push it out with my tongue, and my hands were still held at my sides. It tasted slightly of rubber. Hey, I thought, beginning to wake up to what was going on. I felt him pull a strap behind my head; he buckled it in place. A click, and he got off me. The moment my hands were free, I reached up to pull the thing out of my mouth, but the strap held it securely. Beginning to panic, I reached around in back of my head to undo the buckle and my scrabbling fingers found a miniature padlock. The strap wouldn't slide off over my head. Again my hands went to the thing in my mouth. It wouldn't budge. It felt like a rubber ball about the size of a racquet ball. |