Pre-Christmas Adventure

Last night, I gave Tom his Christmas presents.  I got him a ring gag and a nice pair of handcuffs.  I started dressing him up and he looked so hot in a collar, cock ring, manacles, and the gag.  I pushed him down onto the bed and climbed on his face.  The gag forced his mouth open, and he could tongue me though the hole.  It seemed like it was hard for him to reach, though, so I settled down a bit further on his face.

And something went wrong.

I wasn’t sure what, but I could see it in his face and climbed off.  I helped him get the gag off and he started rubbing his jaw.  Then he looked very alarmed.  “Ah cahnt close mah mout” he said.  “Ah think ah dislocated mah jah.”

I googled jaw dislocation and, yup, seemed like it.  And he’d need to see a doctor to have it put back into place.  So, we got clothes on as fast has we could, he wrapped a scarf around his face to conceal his gaping maw, and we headed to the emergency room.  I felt so bad, and I couldn’t even kiss him because his jaw hurt.  He kept telling me he loved me and it was okay, though, which made me feel a bit better.

Everyone at the hospital thought it was hilarious.  I think he got seen extra fast because everyone wanted to see the interesting-looking jaw dislocation.  I had to talk to everyone for him, since he was hard to understand.  The nurse asked for his emergency contact’s phone, which I didn’t know, and Tom got so frustrated he ended up holding up fingers to show her.

The doctor put a piece of gauze in Tom’s mouth, asked Tom to please try not to bite him, and pulled his jaw down and back into its socket.  Apparently it didn’t even hurt that much.  At least six nurses and doctors asked how it happened.  “In a good way,” Tom replied, enigmatically.

“She didn’t beat you up, did she?” asked the doctor jokingly, pointing at me.

“She was going to,” Tom said.

Once his jaw was fixed, we sat together on the gurney with our arms around each other. “I’d really like some fruit, but I probably shouldn’t,” Tom said to me through clenched teeth.  He was afraid to open his mouth much, since apparently it would be particularly susceptible to dislocate again for 12 hours.

“How about a smoothie?” I asked.

So, we got smoothies and played Lengend of Zelda.  It wasn’t quite the evening we had planned, but it was really fun anyway.

Merry Christmas!