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A slave girl soon realizes the main horror of the discipline hood device.

It is quite a remarkable experience for a slave girl.

Aside from the claustrophobia, the heat, and the blindness, the difficulty of breathing; there is no place for her drool to escape. As disgusting as it is to have saliva streaming down one’s chin with a conventional ball gag, to wear an even larger rubber prod inside a disipline hood is worse when the saliva has little place to go.

It is much worse.

It is difficult, to say the least, to swallow with a gag in one’s mouth. She will certainly have visions of drowning inside its clinging embrace, but she will, eventually learn how to swallow gagged.

In time it will make her mouth much more enjoyable……………..!

It is a petrifying sensation for a female, sealed in darkness, immobilized, each inhalation suddenly labored. She chokes with fear, tries to yell, her voice but a hoarse, strangled wail.

I watch her gasp, try to swallow, the terror rising in her throat.

She is held in a deadly grip, wrists flail, trying to reach but unable to find anything.

She lunges to each side, pounding for her life with hips and torso, the only part of her body she can still move, kicking out harder and harder against the bondage, but in the end only she moves, only she gives out.

But she will soon be experiencing physical sensory overload sexually and then the real slave girl training can begin.

"GmmGMMMMfff! MMph!"

Another useful slave oral lesson.

The male now in her life is abruptly brutal. She is female. She is a slave.

Terrorized, in pain, unable to accept the truth of her situation. However there is no choice, she is a slave girl…………….. She cries into the slave helmet, her breathing now a tortured panting.

I slowly stroke her clit……………. she has beautiful soft breasts…….. and such hard nipples………….

She, as well as I, know that she is being betrayed by her body.

Nine hours later there is a fumbling at the laces running up the back of the helmet, which awakens her.

The hood is removed.

Her hair is a wet mat plastered around her head. The sudden rush of fresh air will seem frigid after the hot, stifling blackness of the hood. Her face is begrimed with sweat, and her chin beneath the intruding rubber bulb in her mouth glistens with saliva that inevitably she cannot control.

Taking off the discipline helmet, the tired, nude girl now becomes rigid and expectant.

I pull the prod from her mouth and hell’s fury comes unleashed.

Words of fire coming from such a beautiful face framed by gobs of soaking wet curly hair and big red splotches on her cheeks. And those eyes, blinking and glaring venomous hate at me.

The shrieks and swear words are music to my ears since I know now that I am getting to her with undivided attention.

I hold her red head harness-training gag in front of her face.

She now understands it as “her” head harness training gag.

It is enough to quiet her down to snorts and sniffles.

It is time for a bubble bath and back to fucking her.