You had very strict rules... The gag stays on until I've drooled enough to cover my chest. I can't touch the gag. It comes off when you say it comes off.

But I'm a squirmy puppy and I can't help but beg through my gag to have my mouth freed, spitting around the gag desperately so I can meet the goal you've set. Then I accidentally reach up and touch the gag, whimpering when it hits me: I've just extended my sentence in this puppy prison.