You are talking too much, as usual, distracting my guests from the topic of conversation. Without any warning, I shove a big red ballgag into your mouth and silence you.

The guests look relieved. You are going to be made an example of. You are bound across a bench, sans panties, your ass raised high, and are placed at the dinner table. Where once your face was, now your ass is.
Everyone's looking at your bottom and preferring it. Later, the guests leave, and I sit before you, staring at your gagged face, your eyes wide and respectful.
Sure enough, as I look into your eyes, juices drip into the bowl I have placed between your legs. That says more than your mouth ever could.