Bridget is again nude. JR has bound her into a predicament. Standing and bent at the waist so that her torso is parallel to the floor, he has wound a rope around her neck that holds her into that exact position. One rope goes from her neck to the ceiling while another goes from her neck to the floor --both pulled taunt so that should she lower or raise her neck at all she will choke herself. He has also tied one arm to her lower thigh at the wrist and pulled the other arm up behind her toward the ceiling. Her long hair has been tied off above her to the ceiling. She finds her body being pulled...

Bridget is again nude. JR has bound her into a predicament. Standing and bent at the waist so that her torso is parallel to the floor, he has wound a rope around her neck that holds her into that exact position. One rope goes from her neck to the ceiling while another goes from her neck to the floor --both pulled taunt so that should she lower or raise her neck at all she will choke herself. He has also tied one arm to her lower thigh at the wrist and pulled the other arm up behind her toward the ceiling. Her long hair has been tied off above her to the ceiling. She finds her body being pulled hard in two different directions with no way to ease the calling of either. Her face is red and angry from lack of air, from the pressure around her neck. She sniffs her nose to try and clear it and it ends up sounding like a fog horn. The rope around her neck doesn't allow for or fluids to drain easily so they build up in her sinuses. When she tries to speak it is raspy and wallowing is difficult. Standing becomes even more so. JR has her tell him how she feels right now, what the worst part of her situation is. Her neck, she tells him. "Its tight, and I have to focus on breathing". She sniffs again and it sounds full. She tells him she can't breathe. She coughs and once again purses her lips to blow through them in measured waves. He has her tell him about the last time she masturbated. What was going through her head before it started. How it unfolded all the way to the point of orgasm. Where she placed the toy on her body. She's confused by this, this type of conversation when she feels so adamantly desperate. She tries to tell him, having to stop repeatedly, shaking her head and muttering about how hard it is to concentrate. JR pushes her and she tells him about how she placed it close to the entrance of her vagina. How she was thinking she might get laid later. Two lines of perspiration are running from her up-raised armpit and falling down the side of her chest. She tells him how long it took for her to cum once that toy was near her clit. When he ask her how she would rate her situation in terms of discomfort she tells him 8.75. Immediately he strikes her with a single tail whip hard on the ass and ask her how she would rate that. "9.5", she tells him. Then mumbles something about, 'I can't move". He comes up behind her and stuffs the Hitachi hard against her cunt and ask her how she'd rate that. She tells him it would be a negative number. JR continues to ask her questions and she is unable to process them any longer. It feels so fucking good but comes with so much pain and discomfort. Every little move she makes just further cuts her sir supply. Between gulps for air she keeps mumbling how she can't move, the vibrator humming away like the machine that it is. She is completely exasperated, taxed, her body confounded by all that is happening to it at once. Her face hole to stay open, like a fish out of water, to take in air. She is heaving and at her end, the sound from her mouth constant now, only rising and falling with each breath. When JR takes it away she is exhausted. Her body completely spent as sweat drips from the tip of her nose.