Accepting the gag

She rests poised on her hands and knees, such careful thought to her attendant posture. I approach her with the gag and she raises her head slightly. Her mouth opens in silence to accept it. I stroke her back as she purrs against my thigh. I wait for her drool to form and run along the slippery wet round red ball. For a moment I am captive, and for the rest of the time she is mine.