Ball gag!

Anyone ask for a gag order?

Smiling to yourself, you reach into one of the inner pockets of the leather jacket, pulling out a ball gag that would not be out of place in one of those BDSM sex shops.

Without a word, you turn back on your heel, walking back to where Rose still lay sprawled out on the mat.

Back in your civilian life, sex toys would usually be introduced by an adventurous female partner, but here, you had to take the initiative.

For your professional and personal good.

Kicking her over on her belly, you kneel down with your calf pressed down against the small of her back, pinning her ever so briefly to do what had to be done.

Forcing the ball into her mouth before she had the wherewithal to bite you in self-defense, you bring both straps around the sides of her head to secure the rubber sphere in place.

Making sure it was tight, you then float over to the front of the now gagged Rose.

“You got two choices: quit now while you still have some feeling in your arms and legs or quit later after I wreck your shit. You can nod your head,” you prompt her.

Rose, despite her speech being completely unintelligible, would respond with an angry outburst of muffled words that roughly translated to a negative response to your offer.

“Alrighty then…” Sighing, you then begin deciding what to do next.