When my parents came over dad would play with the tribe (mostly the boys) and my Mum would chat to Nicola or even help her black-veiled daughter-in-law in the kitchen, talking to her as usual about the price of things or how the garden was doing and not being concerned if there wasn’t a reply. One handed, like when I made her masturbate me into her lower face with one gloved hand and while the other one held her niqab up (modestly, of course) to take what I called ‘the blast.’ ![]() It meant that she had to cut her food up first and then use just the fork, or spoon as needed, but I forbade the tribe from eating like that. When Kate ate, of course, she would lift her niqab up a little to put food in her mouth, but she kept her head down so no one might see any of her face. But she seemed reluctant to talk in her hour allowance and when one of the kids called out it was gag time after she had gone into the kitchen to tidy up my mother and father didn’t react openly, though my dad did wink at me as if he thought I was doing the right thing. My parents would come over for a meal from time to time and Kate would of course be without her gag then. I began to even believe that my mum and dad were quite happy now with Kate as she was. I watched my mother waiting patiently for Kate to type and then answered her. When they came to visit, they mostly ignored Kate anyway though I did find my mother telling the veiled and gagged Kate something long and involved about their bridge club and just getting nods back, though I did observe Kate writing a couple of questions down to ask for further clarification. My parents were quite okay with Kate’s silence: she had rather insulted them at our wedding and I always felt they hadn’t quite forgiven her. ![]() The kids treated their mum as normal and talked her if they wanted, or they did in the usual youngster’s way of doing things by simply getting on with their own thing. I had no plans for any punishment, and I was glad I didn’t have to think of one. The funny thing here is I don’t know what I’d have done if she was ‘late’ fastening her gag. “I don’t want to be late with my gag,” she had said. There was even an occasion when Kate got cross that she had put her gag down somewhere and couldn’t find it. Even then they didn’t see the need to talk to their mother any more than usual. ![]() If I said, “Ask your mum,” they would ask and wait for a typed or written reply, unless it was at gag-free time. If they reported what she had written, they would say: “Mum says” rather than “mum types.” Homework and chores and social events still went ahead, but the one thing everyone liked was there were fewer arguments: Kate wasn’t in a position to protract any conversations. If she didn’t have her tablet nearby the kids would bring a notepad for her to write a reply on. I watched the children interact with her, too. If she typed ‘Thanks’ it couldn’t be heard as a sarcasm. ![]() She had no problem typing messages (and made full use of emojis to show her mood, especially the pile of crap one) and I understood the advantage in that there was no vocal tone involved. Like her veil, the gag was becoming part of Kate’s life. Kate’s silence was just part of home life now. They seemed quite unfazed by it all and never mentioned it otherwise, just as they never mentioned her niqab. In fact, sometimes the kids would call out: “Mum! It’s time for your gag to go in” to remind her though they never called for their mother to take it out. At first, she ripped it out at seven-thirty on the dot each morning and reluctantly put it back an hour later, but slowly I saw here taking it out a good five minutes into her allotted time and ‘buckling up’ as we all called it before the gagging time. Kate got used to wearing a ball gag-we even chose a couple of ones from an online store together as she wanted black ones, though one had holes in it for extra breathing which pleased her for night use-and indeed I thought there were times she was reluctant to be out of the gag. The tribe knew about the gag and just shrugged adults were weird to them anyway. Life settled down surprisingly well after that.
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