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He unties my hands and removes my gag. As it turns out, Johnny is not done with me, though. He ditches the rope for a single sleeve. I ask him, "I thought we were going out?" which has taught me an abrupt lesson, never question your Master. I am summarily gagged with my red ballgag. For a while, I have my knees and ankles free. I am glad that I might be able to move around a bit. Johnny has the same thought and expeditiously ties my knees and ankles with some leather straps. Of course, another gag is not far behind!