Liz was handed a ball gag, a red rubber ball with a leather strap running through a hole in the middle. Amelia gestured to it as she continued.“The ...ball gag is probably the most popular, and stereotypical, type of gag. The favorite of virtually any bondage movie ever made. And there is a good reason for that. It’s effective; the slave can’t do much more than grunt and moan. It’s uncomfortable; they’ll have to stretch their mouth open to take it in, and uncomfortable is always a plus for slave. I was determined to be sober and alert for the weekend festivities, as well as surprise Jeff with my new found recuperative abilities.By a little after eleven, I was having difficulty staying awake. I knew it was the long drive to the retreat that caused my fatigue, but Jeff made a few quips about me not holding my beer when I excused myself and headed for bed. Ashley, Jeff, Agnes, and Bill were still telling stories downstairs when I nodded off to sleep.I awoke to the sounds of Bill and Agnes. When I had to use the urinal it was the cubicle instead as Ihad to undo my trousers to get the long line panties down to wee.I suddenly knew that I had to try that corselet on. Since I had at least60-80 minutes before they returned, I felt a little 'experimentation'was in order. Quickly stripping everything off, I was trembling allover, I lifted the garment and stepped into it. The feeling of the silkyfabric and the satin elasticised back and sides made me shudder. Thecorsellette was black with. Why not now?” I said pushing the rest of me inside in one swell foop.“DAD, we’re upstairs in your room. Come on up!”Hearing him coming up the stairs then opening up the door, he walked in, and saw me attached to his wife up her butt, “Joseph, why are you in our ... Oh, dear god? Are you fucking your mother up the ass? And you haven’t asked me to join you yet?”“Honey, I knew something was going on, but I didn’t think it would be your own son,” he said removing his clothes in a heartbeat. “I quit.