By Bondagegimp
Dusk
At some point, the sun reaches the horizon – a wonderful play of colors enchants sky and landscape. I turn to Bob. He looks at me with a loving yet slightly sad gaze and kisses me passionately again. As soon as the sun has set, he reaches for the muzzle and puts it on me – this time without a gag, just with the padded leather shell. It doesn’t completely prevent me from speaking, but it’s so tight that I can only open my mouth with difficulty, and my words are very muffled.
Bob stands up, gets a chain and locks: He attaches one end of the chain to the chain between my ankle cuffs, and the other somewhere on my back to the straitjacket. The chain is long enough that I can still kneel, but I can no longer walk. Now Bob starts to clear away the dishes from the picnic. Since he’s leaving me in the straitjacket and has also tied my feet, I can’t help him. So, I just sit there, enjoy the warm evening air and watch Bob collect everything and put it in boxes.
