Abby Reid
19 year old Abby has never done anything like this before, she just had a need. She is sitting in a darkened room in an old office chair when we find her. She’s wearing all black, her elbows tied together behind her back, her wrists tied together in the front. Her big, expressive eyes look around nervously when we find her. She doesn’t know where to cast her gaze or what to do with herself. She wants the ice broken but no one is willing to do it. She tries to engage someone but they ignore her. She is beginning to sweat, to wonder if she made the right decision. Her hair sticks to her face and she doesn’t like it. She’s nervous and alone. She doesn’t know us from Adam, but she knew she wanted to try something different for a change; she is growing increasingly unsettled, increasingly concerned, as the interview begins. She mentioned in the interview she likes to suck cock. So to find out what she can do she was asked to get out of her chair and get on her knees and start pleasing Luther. Still tied in her elbow harness with her wrists brought around to her front and tied she lowers herself down to the Cock Sucking Position (CSP) and immediately takes him in. She starts off strong taking him deep into her face hole. But after a couple of mouth strokes she stops and turns to look at me like, “what now?” I let her know that I’d make it clear when it was time to stop. And with that she dug in. Dug in with a repetitive down stroke and upstroke, it made this rhythmic sound of dead cock, plastic and wetness. She took it like a machine --in and out, in and out. It was so machine-like I asked her to stop, to hold it in her mouth as deeply as possible and just sit. Just sit and wait. Her throat didn’t like that and she frequently filled her cheeks with, with something, before coughing violently and gagging off to the side. She would look over with those big, pleading eyes and ask with them, ask what she should do next. I told her to pull off and spit on him. She hacks up a mouth full of fluid and spits it out right on top of Luther, it hits the floor with a smack and then she takes him in. Her full lips wrapped completely around the girth and then she’s told to hold it again, deep. You see her neck well up, her cheeks and then her demeanor, her long hair stuck to her sweaty face. She’s forced to pull off and cough it up next to him. Once she is tacked back on she’s made to tell us how much she likes to suck cock. She isn’t even able to enunciate her words clearly with so much girth filling her face hole. But I make her tell me over and over again. Suddenly, it isn’t funny anymore, that this cock sucking is serious business, that we are serious about it. When we find Abby next she is nude and hanging by her outstretched arms which are bound to a 5” round, 7’ long piece of bamboo. Heavy bowling balls hang from each end of the bamboo pole. Her feet are completely off the ground. If she wants to release the pressure on her arms all she has to do is place a foot, or two, onto the small 1” pipe thread -with a copper cap- jutting up from the floor directly beneath her. It is a tempting release. Just resting on that small little copper head will relieve the weight her body obstinately pulls on her arms as she swings in mid-air. The problem for her is, the pipe thread with a copper cap is energized. An electrical clamp on her nipple completes the circuit each time she tries to support her weight on the copper capped pipe. So she does have a choice, either hang there like a piece of meat or relieve the weight pulling upon her outstretched arms and have her feet and nipple be shocked relentlessly –it’s her choice –we just sit back and watch. She has never experienced electricity before in her life. She sees the copper tapped prop, she wants to touch it, to support herself, but therein lies much trepidation. We watch as she first picks both legs up and crosses them in what must be a trying and energy draining hold –an effort to avoid the electricity. Then, before long, she just has to see how painful that power is going to be, whether it is better or worse for her than just hanging there, hanging in mid-air. The first time her foot touches it she screams and pulls them back up, again crossing her lower legs behind her upper thighs. She tries to hold that position for awhile, certain the power is too much for her to handle, too much even to relieve the pain in her arms. Soon she can’t even hold that position and finds herself needing to drop her legs down, to either side of the power point, to be careful with it. But she loses concentration and a foot erratically hits the electrical support and she screams out in fear, in pain. Her legs and feet dance all around it while she hangs from her outstretched arms. She wants to touch it, she wants to feel the immediate relief on her arms --just not the power that will surge through her foot and nipple as well. Soon, her legs are failing about all around her copper support, a dance of desire and need, of want and pain. She is getting to the point where she must, where she has to endure the shock, to gain relief elsewhere for a time. That is when things get a bit more interesting for Abby... Abby is nude and bound torso style to a post, her butt on the floor. One leg is tied to another post nearby in a half cocked position. The other is fully extended out from her and roped to the floor “Gulliver’s Travels” style. Her arms are pulled straight up above her head and bound to the same post as her torso. She can’t move an inch. When we find her a clear bag has already been pulled over her head –not tied off mind you, just pulled down over her head. She’s never had a bag pulled over her head before, something that panics her. Those big eyes look around, wondering if someone is paying attention to her predicament. She sits as we watch. She knows she is the center of attention, her quandary. She becomes more and more self aware. More knowledgeable about how she looks, her sweating, how her face contorts when she can’t breathe. How her increasing desperation is viewed by others. Those big eyes look around behind that bag and she grows increasingly more panicked. She lets the room know she doesn’t like the bag over her head, how it makes it hard to breathe. That’s when I close in and tie it off tightly around her neck. Immediately it begins to draw down upon her face with each breath. It barely enlarges on her exhale. She tells the room she’s scared. She doesn’t like it. We can hear the bag crinkle with movement each time she respires. I make her tell me what it is like inside there, how it affects her. She tells me she feels like she is stuck. The bag ever quickly expanding and contracting around her head, her face, her face hole. She tells me no air is left inside and pleads for it to be removed. All I do is untie it -rather than pull it from her head. All she receives is the air wafting up from her tits to the inside of the bag. That is her fresh air to breath. When the Hitachi hits her cunt she’s never had anything like that before, either. Immediately she states that the air is hard to process. But she clearly enjoys her predicament now. She tells me it feels good, that it is “really, really intense”. Her free foot kicks about mindlessly out of control. Its building now, we can clearly see she is working up to a point she can’t deny --and then she asks for permission to cum. Denied. She’s told the only way she can cum is if she asks me politely to tie that leather cord around her neck to seal off that clear bag around her head. She says she can’t do that, but we know better, we know that will change... Abby is hogtied and nude. Her perfect C cup breasts shoved into the floor against the dry rice spread out before her. Her arms in a strappado and tied off behind her back. One leg is drawn upon itself with rope over the upper thigh and upper calf. The other leg is bound only by her big toe, tied off to her elbow harness. Both feet are in bondage as well. She is tightly drawn up in a package, a sex package. JR sits across the room with his dick hanging from his pants. All she has to do is make it across the floor, across all that dried rice, and meet his member, suck and feel his dick. That’s all. Knowing she has never in her life been gagged before JR gets up off the floor and takes a large black ball gag and shoves it in her mouth --after she admits this is her first time-- and buckles it in tightly, her pistol earrings penned down beneath the buckle of the gag on either side. We take a moment to watch her, to see how she deals with this object in her face hole for the first time. She, herself, is unsure. Sucking sounds can be heard, desperate sounds of a swallow that are unmet --as well as a big-eyed, self-aware look to see if we noticed. She places her head forward, on the floor, and takes it in. I make her tell me what it is like to be gagged for the first time, gagged for the first time while hogtied on the floor. She tries to answer, she tells me it’s “hard to breath”. When I sit back down across the room from her I ask her to come to me, to suck my cock. She tries right away to meet my demand, but within moments, sweaty again and exhausted, she feels the task is impossible. Hogtied, with dry rice spread before her, she is demoralized. She tells me, “the fucking rice hurts”. I know, that’s why I put it down there. She needed strong encouragement frequently to get her ass moving. She constantly pleads that she cannot do it as I yell at her to make it happen. After some effort she finally realized if she just rolls to her side she can make far better progress. With rice stuck to her face and body and more digging into her torso she inch worms her way over to where I’m sitting with my cock. When she finally makes it she is exhausted. She immediately rests her head in my lap as I unbuckle her giant ball gag. Then she gets right down to business blowing me. Her head gets shoved down further and she gags immediately. But she goes right back to it taking it as deeply as she can. She struggles to keep her head up high, her upper chest, so she can take it deep. It is a workout for her and by the time she is done beads of sweat line her face. When I’m done with that hole I gag it and move to the next one. She’s in for a treat...
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