“Sometimes you want to keep your neighbors from calling the cops!”“Guilty!” Emma said with a giggle.Liz was handed a ball gag, a red rubber ba...l with a leather strap running through a hole in the middle. Amelia gestured to it as she continued.“The ball gag is probably the most popular, and stereotypical, type of gag. The favorite of virtually any bondage movie ever made. And there is a good reason for that. It’s effective; the slave can’t do much more than grunt and moan. It’s uncomfortable;. Take your time. I have thought on this problem for some time. You should consider it as well. I think that is wise," was his reply.I went out of the study and up the stairs to my room. I needed to walk. I always thought better when I walked. On my way, I passed Katherine on the stairs. She gave me a puzzled look, and I stopped to caress her face softly. "I need to think, Kate. I'm going out for a walk." There were days, in New York, that I did that. We took long walks together, sometimes.She. So at the age of fifteen and proud of myself for getting into my high school frat (the hazing was annoying), I finally got to see my first stag film. It wasn't the kind of professional production that you see today. It was an 8mm film (without sound), but at least it was in color.In this movie, the guy found this lovely young thing at poolside, naked but on her stomach, and he began stroking her, beginning with her back, then moving to her ass, then applying lotion, which led to his secretly. That was out of the question. What was certain was that it would very soon now break from cover and display itself in all its glory. The risk was too much. Not a moment for indecision! I stood up and caught her by the hand. “I’m going upstairs, and I‘m taking you with me up those stairs. You’ve got between here and there to decide whether you will follow me into my room!” There, I’d said it, and was already on my way up the stairs. She was right there behind me, her.