"Oh, not that!"

Janice twisted her pretty face aside as Jim tried to slip the big gag between her lips.

"Take it," he commanded sternly.

"I can't, Jim. Please don't make me wear that horrible thing too," the young woman pleaded.

"It's part of the costume, Slave. Now open your mouth or I'll make you take it," Jim demanded again. His voice was hard and cold. He was already playing his part. Playing it altogether too well, Janice thought.

She tightened her jaws for a moment as she glared at the young man.

"Damn you," she whispered.

Jim lifted the big black rubber ball to Jan's sexy lips. He pressed it against them, and Jan suddenly grabbed it out of his hand.

"I'll do it, you creep," she said sullenly. She held the hard rubber ball gag in her delicate hand for a long moment, turning it over and over, touching the thong that would tie it behind her neck to hold the huge ball in place between her teeth.

She sighed and shook her head.

"I sure hope you don't let this get out of hand, Jim," she said seriously, looking at him.

Ever since they had purchased their costumes, Jim had been playing the part of Master to the hilt. His whole attitude had suddenly changed.

And as far herself, Jan had to admit that wearing this skimpy little costume did make her feel submissive and demure, small and helpless. And it wasn't the worst feeling she'd ever had, either. She was just worried that Jim might want to carry this game a little further than she did.

She took a deep breath. Well, she thought, I'd better start trusting him, if he's going to be my husband.

Jim glanced at her. He smiled, but it wasn't his usual smile. This was a harsher, less humorous smile, like the strained smile of the guilty.