"So do you agree to remain gagged for now. Your hands are free, and you could take off the gag, but I want you to keep in on. Right now, you only need to listen to me and nod 'yes', and the gag won't prevent that." I nodded. "Go put on a nice dress and heels and then come downstairs."
It was a strange feeling, selecting a dress. putting it on, and slipping into a pair of high heels all the while my mouth was filled with a gag I could remove at any time. Why didn't I remove it? Did I want to, but was afraid? He would never have harmed me physically, certainly. Was I beginning to enjoy submitting in my own house to a lover acting under my wife's orders?