Stroke It - August 2010
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|  When the interview starts off she doesn't know what to expect. She is nervous. Unsure. This kind of thing is new to her. She hasn't ever done this type of "formal" BDSM before. She sits before perfect strangers with the full knowledge she is embarking upon a journey she has needed for some time. We watch her a bit, from all angles. Watching her nervousness. She changes positions frequently. When a question comes out of her no one answers. Her trepidation grows to a new level. Her unease. She's a newbie. Her heels make a squeaking noise as she flays her foot up and down, nervous unrest. But she sits there, needy. Knowing she must get through this before anything "real" happens. Finally, she hears the words, "Brinn, what brought you in today?" She straightens up and crosses her leg. Her back becomes stiff and she gathers her answer: "experience", "different equipment", "I've never done anything like this before." She lets me know there's been a BF, an old BF, that 90% of their sex was bondage related --that there's been a gap lately in her sex life. She tells me she likes to be gagged and choked. How she wasn't even interested in sex until she happened across bondage two years ago. She tells us that she masturbates daily, almost always of a bondage scenario. How she likes horses, riding pants and crops. I ask her what she hopes to get from the day. "Experience, something new". She tells me she hopes she really enjoys it. "Let's get started." She is sitting in an old office chair from the 50s when we find her next. A tight leather collar around her neck keeps her face filled and red. She is nude except for her panties and heels. She has her legs brought up and separated, tied off like that, undignified, so we can see her crotch readily. An unseemly position for her, to be sure. She moves her head around: back & forth, up & down, trying to gain some additional comfort from that collar around her neck. She is firmly tied to the chair, at the lower legs and the arms, across the chest. She can only sit there and wait. Finally, I ask her if she likes asphyxiation play. When she answers yes I pull a large, clear bag over her head. It comes down over her entire upper torso to the breasts. It is duct tapped into place, sealing it shut around her upper body. As the tape winds around her we can see her already checking the air inside, taking a deep, a penetrating breath as she calms her nerves. Occasionally she lets out a whimper, a sound that belies her countenance. Her nipples get clamped and she mouths out a silent, “Ouch”. She can only look down at them jutting away from her chest, unable to touch or move them. Her head falls back in the bag as she lets what is about to happen sink in. She keeps her breathing in check as I tie thin leather cords to her middle toes and off to their respective nipple clamp. Her bag is already becoming opaque from condensation. She is now breathing much more rapidly as the air supply becomes thinner and thinner inside. The look upon her face is of worry and concern, like she is holding back an all out panic. She tells me it is overwhelmingly hot inside. That she can feel the sweat dripping down her face and chest. She knows she must keep her cool to maximize the air. The bag is already closing in on her. Each time she breathes the bag opens and collapses, but with each breath it opens less and less. Now she finds herself blowing on it, blowing it away from her face as the moisture inside fights to keep the bag stuck to her skin. I slam the Hitachi onto her cunt. She finds herself fighting a whole new battle –one where the lower half of her body feels good and the upper half is suffocating. She can’t lose focus or she’ll lose her breath. She finds it almost impossible to remember to keep blowing the bag away from her face until suddenly it is there, on her mouth and she freaks –torn away from that good feeling and back into panic mode –blowing with unnerving ferocity to keep it away from her face hole. She tells me she wants to focus on the vibrator but she knows she has to focus instead on not suffocating –almost like she was simply talking to herself. It is becoming hard for me to even see her inside there now. The sweat filling the inside of the bag is copious and runs down the width of her torso. Suddenly she tells me her pussy is winning and that she can’t focus on the bag at all. Her body tenses up like she has had an electrical shock, her head thrown back and her eyes are slammed shut. Then we hear her mumbling an almost inaudible mantra: Focus on the bag, focus on the bag, focus on the bag. Then she grits her teeth tightly and starts saying: I will not cum, I will not cum, I will not cum. It doesn’t take long for her to begin to beg. To beg for permission to cum so she can have the bag off her face, her desperation unmistakable. She is at the very crux, the pinnacle of two vastly opposing needs. When the bag finally came off there was no difference between how she looked getting out of a rain storm and how she looked now. She was completely and categorically drenched. The pace of her breath was of someone who had just run a 100 yard dash in high heat and humidity. She was exhausted, unequivocally beaten down. That’s when I placed a large ring gag in her face hole and left her like that. It is time for Brinn to meet Luther. She does so in a strappado wearing a latex mask with holes for the eyes and mouth. Save for her black heels she is nude and on her knees. I ask her if she has ever sucked a cock before. “Yes”, she says. Do you like sucking cock? “Yes”. Do you swallow. “No”. Why I ask. She tells me she doesn’t like too. That it is too salty. I let her know salt is an important mineral we all need in our bodies. I ask her if she thinks she is a good cock sucker. She tells me she likes to think that she is. I ask her why, what makes her good? She tells me she enjoys figuring out what to do with her tongue to make a guy cum. I ask her what she’ll do if a guy only wants his cock deep throated. She tells me, “I’m in trouble, I gag easily.” I tell her this isn’t her luck day then. Luther only likes it deep --tonsil deep --and to get busy doing it. She leans forward and takes him in. Takes him in a surprising three inches thru that latex mask. But right away, as she backs off, you see her lunch wanting to come back up. I warn her, from this point forward do not remove Luther from your face hole –no matter what. Gagging is not a reason to stop. I have her tell me, while face fucking Luther, that she is a “good cock sucker”. Yeah, it’s a struggle for her but it sure sounds fantastic with that cock tickling her tonsils. Once she finally gets that out and understandable, beginning to choke, she is told to tell me: “In spite of the fact I suck at sucking cock, I really like to suck Luther”. She is made to repeat this over and over again while she fucks Luther with her face hole. It is a repetitive struggle for her, copious amounts of slobber and sweat stream down from behind her latex mask, sometimes she can be understood and sometimes not. But every time humiliates her further. When it is over she is made to look you, The Viewer, in the eyes and admit she is a sorry cock sucker. When we find Brinn next she is locked into a wooden stock by the neck and wrists. The stock is chained to the ceiling keeping her standing in her heels. A leather hood is tightly drawn over her head and secured. She is only wearing her panties. She has been left there awhile before I finally come in to clamp her nipples down in small round vises. And once they go on her breathing changes noticeably inside her leather hood. She even dances around a bit trying to shake off the discomfort. I ask her if she is an equestrian. She answers, “yes”. I bring out a horse whip and swing it repeatedly through the air close to her body. I ask if she can identify it. She tells me a “gauss whip”. Then I lay into her abdomen without mercy. When I’m done I ask her if she’s ever done that to a horse before. Exasperated, “Not like that”, she tells me. Then it is her back, her thighs, her chest and ass that get it next. She is dancing around and crying out as the blows reach her fair skin. She has no idea where the blows will land next –and the next ones are aimed right at the little piece of nipple protruding from her nipple vises. She moans out in pain, she cries inside her hood. Then, without any rest, the cane finds its way to her flesh. First it is her upper thighs. Each stroke lands with a thud and a sound from her we haven’t yet heard before. They leave angry red streaks. Some turning purple within minutes. I remove her vises from her nipples and then immediately --with blood still rushing back into them-- flog them unmercifully. She screams with each strike, lifts a leg up and stamps it down hard. It hurts. I cut her panties from her cunt, unzip her little access hole to her mouth and then shove her dirty panties into her face hole before zipping the tight leather covering back closed. She moans her displeasure; the increased difficulty she is having behind that hood. Afterwards I suck her clit into a small, clear cylinder. Her clit so far sucked into the tube it gives her the appearance of having a little dick. She is told to keep her legs spread wide as I go fetch the largest diameter cane I have. Her breathing is now at an impossible pace as I rear back the cane and strike her solidly across the ass. The mark it leaves is immediate. Red, angry and welting. Before the sting has even left her another blow lands just at the bottom of her ass cheeks. Sweat drops from each elbow. Another stream falls down each side of her torso while yet more coats her chest. I ask her how her panties taste and she screams out: “Like sweat!” I make her repeat it over and over again as I flog every quarter of her body. I make her tell me she is a sweaty bitch in high heels. I cane her breasts, her nipples. I cane them until the sounds coming from her head are inhuman. And then I make her tell me she likes it. And when I’m done caning her nipples I clamp them. She is finally being broken. It is clear that her tears are falling without end inside her hood. She heaves and shakes as though she were at her own funeral. She is masturbated while her clit is still sucked deep into the tube, while she cries inside her hood. She has no idea I’m only half way done with her. |
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|  Butt naked and strung up in the out building is where we find Lolita. The wrist of one arm is pulled up and attached to the ceiling. She can barely place one big toe onto the floor. She does have another option, however. The very small, very short metal post mounted just below her. It is capped with copper and electrified. If she wants respite from that arm being pulled taunt, indeed her whole body pulled taunt, she can rest one foot on that metal post. We watch as her long, lithe body strains under the weight of itself. She moves one foot to the post and then the next. She can’t balance and routinely finds herself swaying and catching her bound arm with her free one. Adding to her discomfort a tight crotch rope is applied, looping ultimately around her neck and tied off in the back. It digs deeply into her cunt. She whimpers as I walk away, clearly in more distress than before. You can see on her face she knows she will be tested. It is a slow cracking of her spirit. Where she first seemed in control and ready for anything she now starts to break. Her breathing grows more and more labored and at times she releases a moan or whimper she didn’t know wanted out. She looks up at her bound wrist above her head with desperation. Anguish envelopes her countenance. When the power gets turned on to her little support post she writhes. Her whimpers turn into a cacophony of movement, sounds and pain. What little relief she could obtain from the short post now comes at a desperate price. Sweat beads on her forehead and runs down her sides. Her look of desperation now complete. She tries to muster one last bit of self control and then it is done: She is broken and the tears begin to fall. When we find her next she is again standing in the out building. Wearing only her tight jeans and a translucent latex hood, her neck is collared and a chain runs from it to the ceiling. She has small little holes in which to breathe through, just at her nostrils. Eye holes allow her vision. We can see her face all smashed inside, the mask giving her an otherworldly appearance. Almost like she isn’t human, a rubber dolly instead. One arm is jacked up behind her back and tied off while the other is bound at the wrist and tied by a crotch rope through her legs. She frequently shifts her stance, widening and lessening the width of her legs in an effort to release the pressure of her collared neck. I add a spreader bar to her ankles to keep her position at its maximum discomfort. Her latex mask is so tight around her head she is unable to speak. She is asked a question: What was the last thing you masturbated too? She tries to answer but can’t open her mouth. She struggles with it a minute, making noises of struggle, trying to move her mouth. She is prompted again for an answer. She states something completely unintelligible and muffled. She is asked to repeat herself until we can understand her. She is exasperated. We hear only the sounds of her sucking air through her small nose holes. It is loud and with a measure of fear, of growing desperation. A small trickle of fluid -–is it snot or sweat?-- can be seen running from one of her nose holes and down the latex mask. Her biggest task is staying calm, to keep her breathing steady and free of panic. When the Hitachi hits her cunt that becomes much more of a challenge. Indeed, her breathing quickens, the sound of sucking air fills the room and competes with the buzz of the Hitachi. She starts to panic, losing her battle to get enough oxygen. The vibrator is pulled away, pulled just in time for her to get her composure back and then it hits her cunt again. She bucks around in a total panic before the mask is pulled away from her face and she is able to suck in as much air as she needs to calm herself. When she regains her composure she is told to pull her jeans down as far as possible and to show you her pussy. Then the Hitachi is placed in her hand and she is forced to masturbate herself in front of you. As her excitement grows so does her despair, her ability to control her breathing. She struggles for every breath she takes, she sucks the air from outside into her nose holes with great force. Her face beneath the mask is covered in sweat, it runs from each of her nose holes. Her need builds, her sexual desire increases at the same rate she needs oxygen until it builds to a crescendo. Suddenly we hear her muffled, desperate request for permission to cum. Granted. She explodes into a mass of raw emotion. She screams behind the mask. The whole of her body tenses and shakes as if she were having a seizure. She is rigid. Then all out panic over takes her. Now we find Lolita nude and atop The Box. She is manacled to it hand and foot in the prone position. Her chest hangs over the far end. Wide strips of copper lie beneath her breasts and abdomen. She is being electrocuted. A tight collar around her neck is chained to the ceiling. She spends all of her time trying to minimize the shock. She can raise herself up and off the copper for only so long before her arms grow weary from fatigue. Then she must lie atop the copper sheathing again. We watch her as she lowers herself, just barely touching her tits to the copper before screaming out and picking herself back up. But she ultimately finds herself forced to endure the shock so her body can rest enough to pick herself back up again to escape the surging electricity. It is wearing her down. She grows more and more fatigued, more weary and exhausted until finally she blurts out: Oh Fuck! Then the tears begin to fall and she is once again broken. That is the point in which she has a massive orgasm. Nude and on her chest with her ass in the air is how we find Lolita next. A 16lb. bowling ball is fastened to one ankle. Her arms are in a strappado behind her back. A IV stand is rolled over to her with a 5 quart enema bag hanging off of it. It is full of milk. I pop an enema nozzle into her ass hole. She nervously looks behind her trying to see what I will do next. I stop and ask her whether she has ever had an enema before. No, she says. I ask her what she thinks will be happening next: I really don’t know, she replies. I take a black ball gag and tightly buckle it into her face hole and start the milk flowing. It only takes moments before she groans once and then twice. Soon, she begins to groan in an awful, woeful way. Consistently, rhythmically. The flow is stopped and I question her. I ask her how it feels in her body. She lets me know she needs to “poop”. When her cramps subside I let the flow start up again. We go through this dance several times, listening to her wail and deal with the cramps before they subside and more milk is discharged into her rectum. But it is getting harder and harder for her to deal with the pain in her body. That personal pain of needing to shit violently. In spite of her cries and cramps, in spite of the shriek of her panic and urgency I put still more milk inside of her. She isn’t sure she can handle it, the look of terror on her face when she sees me go to release yet more milk leaves no doubt she is at her limit, at her ability to keep from shitting on herself. She starts to beg for permission to “poop”. Her requests just get more and more desperate and needy. She is literally begging to take a shit. When the bag is emptied I warn her not to let any out and then remove the nozzle from her shit hole. Then she is told to get up and go fetch her bathroom, a tin bucket sitting across the room. She makes her way up and stands. She hunches over as she drags the bowling ball attached to her ankle toward the far side of the room. When she collects her bucket she brings it back to where she received the enema so that she can squat over it and release it. She cries from frustration and need, she needs to go bad and it takes time to get her bathroom in place. Once she does she is told to squat and shit in it. Without any hesitation she does just that. At first her embarrassment controls her ability to let it flow from her ass. It is clear from the sound of the milk hitting the bottom of the bucket that her sphincter is still tightly closed, her shame not allowing her to relax in this humiliating situation. But then urgency takes over where shame left off and the milk begins to rush from her ass. The sound of it filling the bucket lets you know she isn’t holding back one bit now. It sounds like a tap has been turned on full blast. I make her stare at you, The Viewer, while she releases it. And it is clear from her face that absolute relief is washing over her. It even trumps her dehumanization. Her ball gagged face looks back at you as she empties quarts of milk out of her ass hole. I tell her how disgusting what she is doing is --even as the full sound of milk gushing from her hole splashes into her bucket. When she drops her head in shame I yell at her to keep looking at you, The Viewer. It seems like the flow of milk from her ass will never cease. It is loud and obvious when more than milk finds its way from her dirty hole. You can hear it splash as she stares at you in humility. At times she moans in unison with the massive flow of liquid leaving her behind. It causes large spit bubbles to pop from behind her ball gag, and yet, the milk just keeps flowing. She begins to cry as all sort of disgusting noises start coming from her ass –and still she is made to stare at you. And it is disgusting. It reminds one of the sounds you might hear from a highway rest stop in the men’s room of a guy who consumed way to many spicy tacos the day before. Keep staring at the camera! Finally she muffles out a statement: I’m done. She is told to get up with her bucket and show it to you, The Viewer. I ask her what is in it. I make her look at it. I make her tell me what made those disgusting turds. When I can’t understand her I make her tell me again until we can understand her. When I’m satisfied I have her take her bucket back across the room, ankle still chained to the bowling ball and place it back where she found it. |
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|  When we find Juniper she is standing on small blocks of wood with very high heels on while in the out building. She is in a standing spread eagle, her legs and arms drawn wide. She has on a tiny little pair of panties and bra. A spreader bar insures her feet stay widely separated, as do her little blocks of wood. She’s been there awhile. As we watch her we hear the rhythmic clanging of the chain above her head. I walk in and place a giant black ball gag in her face hole. So big it barely fits. She immediately moans her displeasure. About four seconds after I buckle it in she can be heard saying, “oh fuck”. It completely fills her face hole stretching her jaw to its max. The fear in her face is evident and, after awhile, she just closes her eyes and deals with it. I come back and remove her panties. When I start to place clamps onto her labia she freaks out. She tries to say something to me in a panic. She’s freaking out. I remove her gag and she immediately ask me where I plan to place those clamps. She tells me she is very worried, fearful. I tell her to throw her pelvis out at me, to offer it up. Then her labia is clamped. She closes her eyes and tries to calm herself as a line of sweat courses down one arm pit. I sneak up behind her and begin to tickle her there, in the pits of her arms. She hates it, in spite of herself she laughs violently, uncontrollably. She picks up both feet off her little blocks of wood and suspends herself, kicking her legs around with the spreader bar still attached. She begs for mercy so I stop and re-gag her. As I walk off I hit her arm pits again. When I return I take The White Boy and mount him in her cunt. The other end of the dick-on-a-stick is taped to her spreader, insuring she better not lift her legs up. Then I whip each arm pit as she grimaces through her ball gag and slobbers down her chest. When I bring back the Celebrator and pop it on her clit she immediately ask permission to cum. Immediately. When we find Juniper next she is on her back. Her legs are drawn up to her chest. Her arms are tied in a way that wrap around her legs behind each knee. Her legs are caught at the ankles and pulled up high and wide. She is very exposed and vulnerable. She is nude save for her clear stripper heels, micro bra and fence net stockings. She is crying there, all by herself. It is a slow weeping that builds into sobs. I finally walk over to her and let her know I’m tired of hearing her cry and then ball gag her. I fetch some clamps and return, kneeling before her exposed cunt. I gently untie her bra and let it fall to either side exposing her small breasts. I then clamp each nipple. Her sobbing picks up now, significantly. She isn’t just sobbing, she is heavingly upset, crying uncontrollably. I fetch a dirty, disgusting pillow for her to lay her head on and then tie each nipple clamp to her spreader bar and pull them tight. As she wails even louder I deadpan ask her, “Do you like fucking?” When I check her cunt it is wet. Noticeably wet. I make her tell me what she likes best about fucking as I vib her clit off with the Celebrator. This just makes her wailing that much more pronounced. You’d think she just lost a loved one in a car accident or something. So I grab The White Boy and stuff him in her and begin fucking that cunt of hers. At the same time I pop the Hitachi on her clit and start vibbing her off. This just sends her into LaLa Land. She can’t even breath except in some crazy halting fashion as she gurgles out snot and slobber from her face holes. To distract her from that woesome crying she is doing I pop The White Boy out of her cunt hole and have her stick her tongue out from behind her ball gag and clean The White Boy off. I wipe it all over her face and try to stick it up her nose as I have her ask me to stick it back in her cunt. So I do. I have fun just pulling it in and out really fast. Sometimes it makes a popping, suck-y sound as I jerk it violently from her hole –that is, if you can hear it over her wailing. When I got tired of that I sucked her clit and a good part of her cunt into a vacuum tube and left her there, crying on the floor exposed. Juniper is on The Wooden Horse. She has her micro bra, fence net stockings and a tiny pair of panties on. A very tight and tall leather collar wraps around her neck. Her arms are pulled up high behind her in a prayer position and tied off to her collar in back. She is gasping for air up there. Her face is red and swollen. Her mouth dangles open and her eyes are closed as she feels the apex of The Wooden Horse cut into her cunt. Bowling balls hang from each ankle. She is crying again. And in the same manner as before. Its noticeable and deep. Her eyes are slammed shut as tears fall down each cheek. She knows she has to stay up there for awhile because I told her. She is trying to calm herself, but she is sucking in air like a turbofan jet engine and then suddenly, she can’t maintain and breaks down into a heaving emotional mass. Its deep and comes from the gut. She is wracked with it. She starts babbling out craziness –calling to god and Jesus. But that’s okay, she can still stay up there. In fact, it seems like the perfect time to turn on the electricity to the copper pads residing beneath each buttock and thigh. When she sees me heading for the controller she starts begging me not to do it. “No, no, NO! Don’t. No, no, no, no, no. Please! Please don’t do it!” I just smile and turn it on. As you might imagine she just breaks down even further. Screaming cries as tears cover her wet, messy face. Her breathing and sobs are becoming more and more out of control. She begins to hyper-ventilate. She announces that she feels as though she is going to pass out as belts out further sobs and cries out to some god. I just turn around and walk out of the room. Still dressed in her fence net stockings and micro bra she has each arm tied to its respective leg. From the elbow to the wrists each arm is bound to each leg from the knee down. She is dental gagged AND ball gagged at once. When we find her a thick stream of slobber is falling from her mouth. She is rocking in a way one does to calm themselves. After several minutes of watching her rock and drool onto herself I walk in and tell her to spread her legs so I can see her cunt. I ask her how long ago it was fucked. She tries to give me a hand signal but I admonish her to speak to me instead. I don’t care about that gag and drool. “Two days ago”, she manages to get out. She throws her head back in an effort to keep from drooling further. She is getting frustrated by it. It is just so copious. I remove her small little bra and have her tell me what she thinks about her own small titties. I want to hear every detail about how she feels in spite of those gags. She tells me she doesn’t like them because they are small. I let her know I think they are hot –it is almost like they are in bondage themselves, unable to get any bigger. I have her tell me her favorite fucking position: Doggy style. I tell her to get into that position right now. To put her head down on that disgusting pillow and prepare herself for fucking. She has to roll over and then fall to the floor with a smack. Then she tries to move herself over to the pillow but finds she can now no longer right herself. After many tries; rolling her body, rocking it and failed efforts she can’t do it. I take the dirty pillow and shove it beneath her head. She lies there for several minutes silently sobbing. When I return I really give her something to cry about. |
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|  Abyss starts her day here at The Attic as all girls do, The Interview. This girl is a little different in so much that she runs the gamut of emotions as we speak with her. One moment she is ready to burst from her chair and in another, especially when talking about how happy she is to have a pure bondage experience, she wells up with emotion. She is peppered with questions about her experience with bondage- one time -to how often she masturbates or fucks. Her first sexual experience, what she does for a living to her education level. She was one of the rare girls who thoroughly enjoyed her first sexual experience. Wow. As she is telling me about this experience I get up and wrap a rubber hose tightly around her neck. So tightly that it turns her face red, her voice changes slightly, gives her pause and well, kind of freaks her out. I admonish her for ceasing to tell me about this first sexual experience. Distracted, thoroughly distracted she continues. Abyss ends up stumbling into a bit of soul sharing. When we find Abyss next she is chained by the neck to a brick wall out back. She is nude save for her small black panties. A very large ring gag fills her face hole. It is late afternoon and she is dirty from the concrete floor. The sun falling in the west casts a bright glow on her face as she nervously giggles from a moment, wiping the slobber from her face hole as best she can. You see, the metal collar around her neck also has her wrists manacled to it. A small boulder is manacled to her left ankle. An old wooden chair sits nearby with four pair of Elise Graves' shoes on it. She tilts her head back in an effort to stave the flow of spit that keeps making its way through her ring gag. She just sits there, degraded, waiting upon some sort of instruction, what's next. And then she is finally told to start cleaning Elise's shoes. When she hears the task she turns and looks at them, dumbstruck on how she is going to accomplish the chore. She is told to clean every square inch of them, inside and out. She is forced to lean her entire body toward them, unable to move her hand away from her neck. When she does get it in her hand she still can't manipulate the shoe in order to clean the whole thing. She has to pass it behind her head to the other hand and then bring it around to her face hole where her tongue can pick up where the other side left off. It is difficult for her, and she strains to get the job done quickly -sometimes dropping a shoe and being forced to clean it again from the start. By the third shoe she is growing increasingly tired, frustrated. At times she sits back and gasp for a moment, humiliated, then promptly gets back to work. She is yelled at continuously to hurry up: Clean the bottom!, Don't forget the heel!, Get inside the shoe! Whenever a shoe falls to far away from her she is forced to use her leg and foot to retrieve it, the collar chain simply isn't long enough to give her the distance she needs. And she always has to get her face right into the ground to pick something off the floor with her hand. After the fifth shoe she falls onto herself and sighs heavily, exasperated at how this simple task could be made so incredibly difficult. And then she is yelled at again. To hurry up and finish cleaning another woman's shoes so she can go out for the night and have fun, while you sit there in your filth chained by the neck to a wall. When I come back to get Abyss I have a water hose in my hand. She is filthy from the concrete floor and her chest is coated in slobber from the ring gag in her face hole. Still nude and chained to the wall, I hit the nozzle on the hose and send a wash of cold water onto her soiled body. She begins to scream immediately. She tries to get away from it but the chain to her metal collar is only so long and the small boulder manacled to her ankle allows little quick movement. She turns her back to me and I spray her from head to foot. I make her hold her armpits up. I have her turn back around and spray her directly in her gagged face. Spray her armpits and pussy, her legs and feet. She gets a severe soaking down before I bring her a bucket to pee in. At first she was confused looking. Standing next to it and then sitting next to it. Perhaps she wondered if she should just pee through her skimpy black panties? At any rate, five seconds later she drug her boulder over to it, squatted directly over the bucket and let it fly. When she was done I had her sit down on the cold, wet concrete. I collected her bathroom and then poured it over her head. I unlock the chain from her collar and then I drop a dog shit bag into the wet mess on the floor. I tell her to pick it up, that she needs to clean up the dog shit in the back yard. She is forced to put her head down into the wetness in order to get her hand close to the bag to even pick it up. Then she stands and begins to make her way out to the grass. Out where the dogs like to shit. It is slow going for her with that boulder on her ankle. She has to drag it making the manacle around her ankle unpleasant. Often the boulder gets stuck on the small things: the brick edging around a walkway or the lip of a paver, it even sinks into the soft dirt. She struggles to get to the grass. And once she is there she has to drag the boulder to each pile. She has to get her face right up to the dog shit in order to pick it up. Still wearing her metal collar it is time Abyss get to know Luther up close --face hole up close. Her wrists have been unshackled from her collar. Her arms are now drawn behind her back and pulled up in a reverse prayer position. Her thumbs have been tied off to the collar, keeping her arms jacked up high and the pressure around her neck constant. She is standing nude save for those little black panties she peed through earlier. Her legs are wide apart as she waits in silence for her instructions. I walk in and ask her if she likes to suck cock. When she answers her voice is weak and raspy. She tells me she does. That she’ll swallow too. She is then ordered onto her knees to start sucking Luther. She easily hits 2.75 but needs to push just a little harder to get three inches in. After about six or seven down strokes the first gag hits her –and heaven knows, she has an easily activated gag reflex. You hear a deep guttural sound that clearly tells you something did try to come up. And then it does. Something green with a chunk or two in it and she quickly leans to the side to let it hit the floor next to her. Then she swallows hard and gets right back to servicing Luther. Every other down stroke she makes a terrible gagging sound. It is annoying so I tell her to stop it. To continue getting him deep but not to make that sound again. The first tear streams down her left cheek. I admonish her to act like she enjoys sucking Luther. She is told to deep throat him and, while holding him in her mouth, tell me back: I should act like I enjoy sucking Luther. That’s when the next volume of fluid came up from her belly. Standing in the out building in a partial suspension, she is wearing only her panties. Her arms are in a box tie which is secured to the ceiling. One leg is drawn up high, the foot of that leg well above her waist. She is perched precariously. A two pound weight hangs from the big toe of her drawn foot. Her position taxes her and she often finds herself hopping around on the tip toe of the only foot reaching the floor. I walk in and have her stick her tongue out at me. I clamp it between two flat pieces of wood locking it outside of her mouth. She is confused by this. Unexpected, she’s never seen anything quite like it. Immediately she begins to drool. She doesn’t seem to quite know what to do. She stands there a moment, confused, unsure what to look at or how to act. A few moments later I return and cut her panties from her body. As I’m walking away I hear her babble something about needing to pee. So I turn around and tell her to go ahead if she needs to. A few seconds later a stream, no a river, no, an ocean of urine started its way from her cunt and ran in all directions at her foot. I mean it was a fire hydrant worth of thick pee coming out of her that seemed to go on forever. She literally could have put a small fire out with that torrent. I’m not shitting you, it was ALOT. She tried to hop and stay out of it, to keep her one foot that was touching the ground from actually getting in it but hey, she had a small little lake on the floor. There was no way she was going to stay out of that. I immediately walk over to her and place the Celebrator right on her clit. She turns to a quivering, grunting, high pitched, groveling fool in a half second. It doesn’t even appear she can think straight as long streams of slobber cascade past that purple tipped tongue. I stop and place the Celebrator on her lips and on the back of her tongue, vibbing them off as I go. Then the Hitachi is popped onto her cunt and she drops immediately into some far off head space. I snap her back and tell her to never stop looking at you, The Viewer. I big stream of viscous slobber hangs from her face hole refusing to break apart or fall to the floor. She is quiet for a moment but then suddenly begins to grunt, quicker and quicker until BAM, she’s pissing on my hand and I hear her ask permission to cum. I yell at her for urinating on me and she goes into a cascade of apologies. I wipe it on her face as she hangs there whimpering like a newborn. The vibrator is removed and she is promptly whipped for enjoying herself. |
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