As she went to cry out, a practiced jerk pulled the ball into place between her teeth. She gave a grunt of protest as I tightened the gag's straps and...fastened them tight with a small padlock. As I released my grip the naked Nicola spun around, glowering at me, with her hands behind her head as she tried unsuccessfully to wrench the straps loose.I put my finger back to my lips and left her once more, her muffled complaints following me up the cellar steps.When I returned in another hour's time. “Fucking hell yes,” moaned Marge as she removed the dog cock from her mouth to try to catch her breath as the other pounded away. She knew that rescuing this pair of Dalmatians from the kennels was the best idea she had in ages and had already decided to name them Pongo & Patch after the films. What the pair lacked in size they made up for in stamina as they had both been through her this morning already and were now on their second go. Craig watched spellbound as he could quite clearly see the. That’s what I mean about her not seeing the big picture.”“Potty!” Apparently Angie had decided to join the conversation. I kind of agreed with her.“I wanna go potty!” said Angie.Oh! Okay, so I was distracted, I didn’t get it at first.As soon as we figured out what Angie was saying, Tara and I jumped up and led Angie to the bathroom. This amazing, life changing conversation we were having about Mum having a mental illness and going stark raving bonkers every so often (well okay, it wasn’t as bad. Just as suddenly, a surge of guilt hit me at what I had done to her. It seemed almost wrong to feel the affection and love I had for her, seeing as how I'd forced myself onto her in the way I had.I quickly reminded myself that this had been mostly her idea anyway. And yet, the nagging voice in my head asked whether her consent was real or imagined... had she ever explicitly asked for what I was doing to her? Maybe the intensity of her struggles had been because she genuinely didn't want any.