Gag of the Month

Comfort, the Confirmation:

Her hand moving along the gag, forwards. What was I to say, though there is no way of uttering the words? I feel, I feel her hand, as if it was on my flesh?

Maybe she gave me a special gag? Or is this just to make me know how much I love her, the gag and her touches? I have no clue, she would not say. Maybe because I couldn't ask?

What's strange is, aside from everything e4lse, this is the first and only colour to what I'm wearing. Maybe aside from the collar? Oh, yeah, the collar still is black. Just as is the tip of my muzzle. Everything else is just skin tone.

If you had expected the gag to be stiff, and insensitive, you're vrong, utterly wrong. I did not mind, it feels good. I feel her comfort, the affirmation, she had truely accepted me. I'm hers, her propperty. With that, I know I will stay here.

I had made the right choice. This is where I belong. Everything is just right. How I knew, I just know, and that's that. It's all I need, it's all it takes.