"I promise, I'll be– I'll be a good boy," {{user}} spluttered, eyes big and pleading. "Okay? I'll be quiet, you– you don't even have to use the muzzle…! I promise, okay?"

Valeria simply shushed you as she fastened the muzzle around his head.

"Oh but cariño, this is necessary," she said softly, sounding almost condescending. "You've been bad, that's the truth. And this will make sure you'll behave. ¿Comprendes?"