Henry and Alice have decided to photograph Alice as the sub in some artistic bondage poses. Here, she stands in a darkened basement near the open window. Its night and Alice is the helpless captive, her legs imprisoned in a hobble skirt of skintight, shiny black rubber, her arms from her elbows to her fingertips tightly sheathed in a black leather single glove which forces her elbows together behind her back until they are touching. This position of her arms pulls her shoulders back painfully and forces her to thrust out her breasts more. The tightness of the glove is reinforced by straps around Alice's elbows and wrists. Alice finds, after some struggling, that there is no give to the leather holding her arms immobile behind her. No escape. But the tightest, most severe item of all is a custom-made gag of black leather and rubber which Henry called a "discipline muzzle" which holds an enormous black rubber pear deeply and firmly embedded in her mouth, stretching her jaws open to the maximum to accommodate it's bulk and forcing her tongue down to the bottom of her mouth. The gag is also cushioned on the inside, effectively sealing her lips against her teeth as well as stuffing her mouth. Alice tries to protest, but all she is now capable of is emitting a barely audible hum past the enormous rubber beast filling every square inch inside her mouth and locking her jaws painfully apart. She looked pleadingly at her husband and shook her head "no," trying to tell him that she didn't need a gag and didn't want one. But Henry's response to his captive's muffled pleas was to tighten the gag another notch, forcing the rubber mouth plug even deeper, until it was nearly touching the back of her throat, the strap creasing her cheeks and the padding over her mouth compressing her lips even harder against her teeth. "When you are gagged," Henry reminds Alice sternly, "it means you are to remain silent, period! You dared to talk back to your Master so you will wear the discipline muzzle for the remainder of your session. Remember - you're the slave and I'm the master." Then, in a mocking tone, he said "Your armbinder looks a little loose, Darling. Here, let me fix it for you." And with that, Henry tightened the straps on her single glove even further, eliciting a low moan of pain from his blonde, beautiful captive. "This is only the beginning, slave," Henry whispered in her ear. "After I take a few more photos, I'm going to add a nice and very tight discipline hood and some nipple clamps." Alice knew she had no choice but to endure the stringently tight single glove immobilizing her arms and the painfully tight discipline gag which held her in enforced silence. Still, this state of utter helplessness was starting to turn Alice on more and more.(Medium: pen and ink, wash, pencil).