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• She handed you the ball gag, and you looked it over. The red ball itself was firm and rubbery without being hard, and the leather seemed to be of decent quality and notched like a belt so it could be adjusted to the size of the user. "You're sure?" you asked her. "You wouldn't be able to tell me easily if something isn't doing it for you, or if you don't like something. Plus I really like your dirty talk."
• Gemma grinned and leaned forward, kissing you quickly. "I like doing dirty talk for you," she said. "And I'm not worried about telling you I don't like something. I trust you, John. And if something's really wrong I can always slap you."
• You chuckled, taking a deep breath and looking back down at the ball gag in your hands. When you looked back up, Gemma had her eyes closed serenely and her mouth hanging open, asking you to put it on her. You took her by the back of the head with one hand and pulled her into a kiss, and told her you loved her, before moving behind her on the bed and gathering her silvery blonde hair together. Carefully, you placed the red ball between her lips and Gemme breathed in through her nose. You fed the leather strap into the buckle and tightened it. "There?" you asked.