You say: “Harder mommy”

The moment the gag comes free, you stretch your sore jaw, relishing the brief freedom. You should tell her what has transpired at the mansion, but, well… old habits die hard.

"Harder, mommy,” you blurt out.

Evellyn’s eyes narrow into sharp slits. Without a word, she grabs the ballgag, and forces it right back into your mouth with ruthless efficiency. The leather straps bite into your cheeks as she yanks them tight. Next her hand slaps across your face with a resounding snap, leaving your skin burning from the stinging sensation and your head jerking to the side from the **** of the impact.

Evellyn’s voice drips with icy disdain: ”I knew you were playing games.” She gives the ballgag a final, patronizing pat, before stepping back with a derisive snort. "You want to act like a child? Fine. You can stay like this for a while longer." Evellyn folds her arms over her chest and watches you with cold amusement, her lips curled into a mix of contempt and exasperation. You grunt through the gag, rolling your eyes and cursing your own stupidity in the back of your mind. In fairness, you remain convinced it was worth uttering those two words.

"Now,” Evellyn says, her voice regaining composure, "why don't you really think about what you're going to say next time I take that thing out, mhm? Dumbass."