This picture captures one of the moments I love with a bondage slave: those last few seconds before he is plunged into total dependent deprivation. Once the darkness settles in on him and the realization he cannot speak, a slave begins to understand what real bondage and helplessness can be. What if I walk away, and ignore him? He can do nothing but wait and work assiduously to control his panic. When there is any remote chance of danger to a slave in bondage, I’m around and paying attention of course, but the silence on me end will cause the slave’s mind to run rampant. I love the neediness it builds in him. Chew on that rubber gag, slave, and enjoy the gift of oblivion.