Juniper
Juniper starts her day nude and sitting on her butt. Her back is against a heavy wooden post. Her wrists are chained behind her, behind the post itself. She has a bowling ball attached to each big toe. A heavy leather belt winds around her neck and the post as well. It keeps her breathing shallow and her torso in place. Her nipples and small breasts are each sucked into vacuum tubes. Her face grows increasingly red and fat from the restriction around her neck. Sometimes she looks on the verge of passing out, her voice raspy. She is confused by the nose hook. At first she doesn’t know what it is, what it is for. Once it gets installed though, and a long leather cord runs from it to the ceiling where it runs through a hook and then weighted on the other end with heavy locks –then she knows what it is for. She is horrified. She blurts out something about, “how can anyone find this attractive!” A clothespin to her clit shuts her up. A couple of more locks added to the weight and now she can’t even keep her upper lip down. She looks just like a little piggy. I make her oink for you, to make pig noises. When I check to see if she is ticklish she freaks out. She doesn’t know whether to laugh or cry as she kicks her legs around dragging each bowling ball bound to her big toes. Her little titties have been sucked into those tubes for awhile now as I place the Celebrator on her clit. It makes her weak immediately. She rips off three orgasms pronto without even asking first. While she’s ripping off another she’s told to start oinking like a pig as she tears it off. The weight of the locks look like they want to rip her nose from her face as she breaks down into tears. Again we find Juniper nude. She is on her belly in a hog tie. A tight collar around her neck keeps her breathing restricted. A long wooden bar comes off the collar and down her back. Her wrists are attached to it as are her ankles. One arm is jacked up high to the pole while the other is much lower. Her appendages are held firmly in place. She rhythmically raises and lowers her chest in order to mitigate the pressure, to make breathing easier. She’s been lying there awhile trying to get comfortable as best she can. The sound of her breathing is heavy and labored. When she hears me walk by she asks for something to eat. I fetch her some chopped fruit and place it about fifteen feet away from her. She doesn’t waste any time trying to make her way over to it. She wiggles and bends herself, pulls with her chest, slides and fights for every inch. She occasionally stops for rest and breath, her nose clearly becoming stopped up from the tight collar. When she finally makes it to the fruit she devours it like a girl who hasn’t eaten in weeks. She doesn’t even wait to swallow before sticking her face hole back into the plate to get more. She seems rabid for it. In no time she has inhaled it, juice and fruit bits dripping from all quarters of her face. Then she sucks the juice from the plate and leaves it bone dry. I didn’t give her chance to ask for more... Wearing nothing but heels Juniper is in a desperate, demanding position. Her elbows and wrists have been tied together and then she is bent at the waist. Bent all the way over so that her back is pressed against a heavy wooden post. Her arms and wrists are then bound to it in a strappado. A belt goes around her neck and the post. Everything in her world is now upside down. I lay an ass hook on her behind and leave it there awhile. Its waiting on me to finish installing another weighted nose hook. Once complete that ass hook is promptly installed deep and tight. Once it is in there there is no way she can lower her hips or waist. She’s in this for the long haul. Her legs are already growing tired in the calves. Those heels aren’t made for this kind of standing. Clamps are placed onto her nipples. Each one brings out a primal scream from her –and I haven’t even added the weights yet. After her little crying fit has been reduced to the occasional sob I take a belt around her ankles and cinch it off. She’d been lifting a leg alternately for awhile now as a way of relieving pressure on that leg –so now she can’t do that, which just makes her start crying again. When the Hitachi meets her cunt she almost explodes –immediately she ask permission to cum. She doesn’t ask really, she desperately screams out for permission. That’s when I stop and add heavy weights to her nipple clamps. She breaks completely down into uncontrollable sobbing. When I slap that Hitachi back on her cunt she begs for release. She screams out and I scream back at her. It is a shouting match now with her begging for and against an orgasm. She doesn’t know if she is coming or going at this point and her terror is only growing. She is on her knees. A dainty black camisole is all she is wearing. Unless you count the rope around her torso placing her into a box tie. Or the giant ring gag in her face hole. Behind her we can see a large Caucasian cock stuck on a post. Its big. Real big. And she looks tired. As time passes she gets lower and lower to the ground until finally she just falls to it and rolls onto her folded legs. She just wants to get this over with. Her mouth is seriously jacked open –like it is in heat, in lusty wait for that cock behind her. Occasionally she looks over at it, she knows where it will be going. When the order finally comes for her to get over there and start sucking it she seems almost relieved. But that feeling passes pretty quickly. She manages to get the large head past the ring gag and then it is all shaft from there. She face fucks it with rhythm. I can hear it hitting her tonsils, wet and gurgley. Before long she finds herself trying hard not to gag. She grows increasingly distressed with each down stroke. She finally has to pull off of it and when she does a cascade of drool washes from her face hole. She gets right back to it without being told. But only for a few more down strokes before she has to pull off again. This time she is clearly breaking down. Copious amounts of thick, viscosity laden drool hangs in long streams from her face as she begins sobbing. Big tears fall from her eyes and then she saddles up again without being told and tries to deep throat it. She is breaking down –both emotionally and physically. She can’t stop sobbing and the heavy, thick drool just makes her look and feel miserable. She keeps pushing forward though, knowing that she can’t stop until she makes this fake cock shoot its wad in her face. She has to stop and rest, kneeling before the cock she places the top of her head on the post and balances there, waiting until her throat can take more of that dead dick. Her sobs are heaving and thick drool gushes from her face. Finally the cock shoots its load into her stuffed mouth before she pulls back to keep from choking and then it shoots a thick wad right into her open eye. The next squirt hits her squarely in the face. She is thoroughly humiliated and broken as she falls to the floor in tears and sobs. Bound to a backless chair she sits nude. Her legs from the knees down are firmly secured to the chair legs. A rope harness around her torso keeps one arm tied behind her back. She has a very tight and tall leather collar on. So tight her face is pudgy and fat. Her voice raspy and her face looks like she is exhausted. With her one free arm she occasionally reaches up to her collar and tries to adjust the constriction, but it is just on too tight. It has been a long day for Juniper. All she wants to do now is eat. She is given a large round loaf of sourdough bread. She is starving. When she is finally given permission to start eating the bread she takes it up like a medieval knight and tears out a large chunk with her teeth. It is dry and she is thirsty. When she swallows it we can see it make its way past the collar. She has to swallow hard and no moisture in her mouth just makes it worse. She is hungry though, so she powers through it, occasionally coughing or adding a little extra time to her mastication. I ask her if she wants something to drink and she readily pipes up. I come back with a nice full glass of water and sit it out of her reach. I fetch her panties, the pair she wore all day today at her job. I drop them into that refreshing glass of water and let them soak a minute before tossing them to her. She knows just what to do, grabbing them up and shoving them into her mouth to squeeze the moisture from them. She’s rabid for it. She works them with that one hand until finally she drops them back down onto the table bone dry. I give her a second dumping. When I look back at the glass of water it no longer appears refreshing or clear –it looks like a glass of salt water. She has a lot of bread to eat.