"If I wanted you to talk, I would have left your mouth ungagged.
I hope that your packed mouth makes it clear; I'm interested in your moans, your groans, and your begging and pleading. Is that understood?"
The Directrix stares at you, tapping her riding crop against your packed-up lips as she moves one hand down. She expects an appropriate response, and she'll settle for nothing less than total submission.
Image by Yacermino, who is simply one of my favorite traditional artists out there. His pages are absolutely worth perusing.