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Then it was secured in place, the strap pulled back, and buckled shut, tightly, behind the back of my neck. - (Conspirators of Gor, Chapter 51, Sentence #175)

In a moment my ankles had been crossed, and lashed, the one to the other, closely. "Please, Master!" I said. "Forgive me! I did not mean what I said! I love you, my Master! In my heart, though muchly resisting, I knew myself your slave, even from the Sul Market, long ago! And did you not look down upon me, kneeling at your feet, and know that I was your slave?" But then I could speak no more, for the large leather ball, with its inserted, buckled strap, which had been forced into my mouth. Then it was secured in place, the strap pulled back, and buckled shut, tightly, behind the back of my neck. No longer might I utter intelligible sounds. Such were not now permitted to me. I whimpered, but his hand was placed in my hair, and twisted, and I winced, and knew I was to be silent. - (Conspirators of Gor)