Bridle and Bit

"There are two ways to do this Kate," he said, a grin plastered across his face, "We could have some surgery done, but it leaves some unattractive scars. Or we could use this." He held up a bridle and bit.

Katie shook her head. "No way. I don't want that in my mouth."

"The other option involves surgically removing your vocal cords.'

Katie stopped yelling. "All right," she submitted.

Mr. Stribe shook his head. "That's not how you get what you want."

"Please, sir," Katie asked.

"Please what?"

"Please let me use the bridle and bit. Please, sir. Please?" Katie pleaded.

"Much better," said Mr. Stribe, "that's what I like to see." He walked over so he stood next to her head. "Open wide."

Katie opened her mouth as wide as she could and closed her eyes. She felt the bit enter her mouth and press her tongue to the bottom of her mouth. The bridle was strapped securely and tightly around her head. She tried to say something, but with her tongue immobilized and the bit preventing her from closing her mouth, nothing discernible came out.

Mr. Stribe laughed. "As you can see, you can no longer talk. I'm sorry." He stroked her breast and massaged the nipples between his fingers. "You'll have to get used to that; the only time the bit will come out is when you're using your mouth for something else."

Katie's eyes went wide at the insinuation, but she couldn't say anything.

Mr. Stribe grinned wider. "Just one more thing and then you're ready to begin training."