Tracy
A perennial girl-next-door, Tracy is found out in the old shed, fully clothed and sitting on her butt. She is chained at the neck to a short wooden post. Her wrists and ankles are manacled to a waist chain. A breath hood covers her head as her warm, golden locks fall out from underneath. The panties she wore down from her trip to see us rest inside the collapsing bag of the breath hood --and trust me, they were soaking wet from her cunt when they went in. After several minutes her position becomes more and more taxing. She keeps trying to lay down instead of sit up but her neck chain is too short to allow that -she just doesn't know it. Her breathing, the collapsing and expanding of the hood quickens. After some time passes she is told to get up and show us her ass. She tries for some two minutes to get standing but in the end she fails to do so. So she's helped up and then her neck re-chained to the ceiling and she's told to turn around so we can inspect her. Her pants are removed. She is told to bend over and spread her cheeks. Her breasts are also exposed. Her breath hood is finally removed so we can see her face. She was clearly sweating in there, mascara running down her cheeks. Her relief to come out of it was palatable. After removing her pants and exposing her breasts she is made to sit back down, re-chained by the neck to the post and one hand freed. She's now asked to masturbate herself in front of us with her legs spread wide. It doesn't take long for her pussy to start showing the results of her masturbating. What initially was a cum free cunt quickly turned into one that leaked white, creamy fluid. At one point she got a little lost in her jerking off and found herself somewhat embarrassed. After awhile a fuck stick is laid in front of her and she's told to fuck herself with it, to show us how she likes a guy to fuck her. She was smart enough to blow it first before ramming it inside herself. And fuck herself she did, with one hand still manacled behind her back and her neck chained to a post. While she fucks herself I vib her off with the Hitachi. To my surprise she quickly ask me for permission to cum --and when she tears one off she squeals like a little pig for a good two minutes. Then she's made to clean off the incredibly cum slathered fuck stick with her face hole. Yummy. Tracy is now found in standing naked in the middle of the room. Her arms are in a box tie. She is told to lie down on the cold concrete floor, onto her belly. She clearly does not like doing so. She has to rest her large breasts on the floor to support her. She is then placed into a strict hog tie complete with a hair tie that keeps her lovely face and head pulled back sharply, toe ties that keep her level of mobility to a minimum and a rope around her neck to remind her where she's at. She is clearly uncomfortable. It's a hogtie for this newbie that pushes her boundaries. She's a nice little package to play with now. I sit on the floor away from her and tell her to make her way over to me. She can't believe I've asked her. I belittle her with how simple the task is. She tries first to wiggle, then to rock. Then she tries rolling over onto her backside only to find that's one hell of an uncomfortable position for her. She's a little stuck, like a turtle that has rolled over onto its back. She struggles to right herself. She can't do it. She must be helped. Once she has her pussy turned around and her legs spread the fuck stick is brought out. Her pussy is absolutely slathered in white, creamy fluid. It's all over her cunt like mayonnaise. She's told to tell us that her hole is only good for fucking. Then it gets stuffed with the fuck stick and she is vigorously used. She's told to tell us repeatedly, while being fucked, what her holes are good for. An incredible amount of pussy juice keeps running out of her box. Now the Hitachi joins in on the fun of the fuck stick. She screams the whole time. The fuck stick becomes so coated in pussy juice it is removed and shoved into her face hole for cleaning and then put back into her cunt for further fucking. It is then yanked out of her hole and tossed across the room where she is told to go fetch it in her hog tie. We now find Tracy on The Wooden Horse. Her arms bound into an elbow harness, her wrists pulled up high and tied to the ceiling. After a couple of minutes of watching her deal with this situation she is gagged. But the ball gag has a surprise for her. Before I buckled it in I placed a spoonful of sorghum molasses on it. Immediately she notices and starts to complain through the gag. Within seconds it produces profuse amounts of drool. She tries to tell me how disgusting it is, gagging and coughing the whole while. It is extremely distasteful to her. She tries to spit it out, vehemently. At times the drool comes running from her mouth in such great quantities it looks like a water hose has been turned on inside her face hole. I have never seen this much drool wash out of someone's face hole before. She's desperate to get this ball gag, this disgusting substance out of her mouth. Her face is one constant grimace as she desperately tries to cough and spit it out. Her whole chest, all the way to her pussy, is covered in drool. And yet, she also has to deal with the fact she is sitting atop an A-frame directly pushing into her cunt and tailbone. She tries repeatedly to push the gag out of her mouth, to spit the contents of her mouth out around the gag. She coughs and chokes and attempts to tell us how disgusting this is. How uncomfortable she is. She tries her bonds repeatedly. But in the end, she isn't going anywhere.