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 a...

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...