(T&G News Service): She knew what was going to happen when I pulled her bandanna from her neck.  She pleaded with me not to gag her.  She would be good.  She would stay quiet.  She wouldn't curse at me any more.  She would do anything not to be gagged...well, almost anything.  No amount of pleading would stop me from gagging her.  The boss told me to gag her and, frankly, I wanted to gag her.  Some women need a gag and this was one of them.

Her bandanna was damp from her sweat and reeked of her perfume.  I'm sure that it tasted real nice.  This little filly would get to chew and suck on a big knot of bandanna cotton I stuffed in her mouth so she would enjoy the flavor of her bandanna.  I could have used a clean bandanna, but she deserved a little punishment for all the vulgar language she used.  It wasn't washing her mouth out with soap, like my parents always threaten to do to me, it was probably worse.  Of course, the important thing was that she was now gagged...no screaming, no pleading, no cursing...at least none that can be understood.

Then I had to threaten her to stay put...even though she was tied and stay quiet...even though she was gagged.  If she behaved herself, this was the worst that might happen.  If she didn't, well who knows what I might do to her.

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