Take the gag off

You wander over to Evellyn, who stops her aimless fumbling to crane her blindfolded head in the direction of your approaching footsteps. You hear her muffled protestations trying to push past the ballgag, a bit of spittle drooling from her lips. You reach over and undo the straps at the back of her head that are holding the ballgag in place, and as you take the gag off it’s like the unplugging of a dam, as a violent torrent of creative curses spills forth in your direction; A tidal wave of irate bile no one you’ve ever met is able to conjure as proficiently as lady Evellyn. It’s quite a gift, really, you think to yourself even as the litany of curses washes over you.

“You fucking scum, wretched piece of sentient excrement! Perverted bastard! You limpdicked manwhore piece of shit! You… misogynistic… arsebasket!” She rages, every angry shake making her tits bounce, while continuing to fruitlessly struggle against her bondage.

“Hey, I resent that, I very much appreciate and admire the female form,” you protest in jest, groping her left bosom to accentuate the point.

”Untie! Me! This! Instant!!!” Evellyn shouts in your face.