"As if I'm not more nice-looking when my face is normal and graceful..." Louise thought with a twist of slight anger and lack of understanding as Liz attached the clip biting into her tongue. She was already helplessly trying to swallow her drool induced by the ring gag and by her sucking at Doug, yet now it became much worse. But she was feeling her bow to the English estate agent turned Domme by now, and the thought of refusing orders was far off.
With a watery look in her eyes, Louise knelt behind Doug and opurposefully lowered her head till the clip and its key was just behind his hands. She grunted sharply and, after a false start, saw Doug's right hand get hold of the key and lift it off the hook. He grabbed it tightly and, with soem wrangling, managed to find the handcuffs lock and free himself.
"Rr-mgh! Mmgh!" Louise grunted again, and got up, moving to the front. She knelt again and waited for Doug's next move. Within a minute, he pulled the feline hood down over her face. Louise's world went black for a moment, then the mouth opening landed in front of her gagged mouth and the eye holes, at the right places. He went on to pull the zip down at the back of her head; with a strange sensation, Louise felt how the hot dark latex put itself skintight over her head and face.