Same here. I use gags 50% of the time with those playmates that crave the feeling of utter helplessness and loss of control. And the use of gags is anything but quiet, and does in fact enhance the desperation. Drooling is also a form of self-humiation that additionally gets my gal-pals off.
Ya see, this is what I'm talking about.
As soon as someone mentions that ball-gags are a BDSM thing, which I totally believe they are, the hard-cores come out of the woodwork swinging away and calling everyone "wing nuts" for not wanting to strap someone to an X-frame and beat them into submission, or force an orgasm while they mix a little tickling in there.
They are also the first to preach about safety when making their partner (hell, let's just be honest here and call them "slaves") drool, gag, choke, and struggle for air ... all for the sake of their own amusement.
I don't know about you, but if I was gasping for oxygen, the last thing I might remember is the "drop it" rule my master imposed, while I'm turning 6 different shades of purple.
Purists don't need all that other crap, and I'm willing to spell it out for you if needed.
The farthest most purists are willing to go is some light bondage, if that.
They love the tickling and the laughter and the fun. It's not a profession and doesn't involve a dungeon or an exchange of power or money.
Hoods, masks, gags, x-frames, racks, whips, spankings, beatings, humiliation, pissing, shitting, goats, sheep and any of their other barnyard buddies are out of bounds.
I feel kinda foolish having to explain this, but I think the introduction of all this industrial strength torture kind of misses the mark when it comes to the joys of pure tickling.
How all of the above sick shit got lumped in with it is beyond me.