When we find Elise next she wearing that elegant black evening dress with shiny black heels. She is in a strappado. Her arms, her elbows brought close together behind her back. Rope wraps the length of her arms holding them close together. A rope through her wrist binding pulls her arms high above her head behind her. Her ankles are drawn outward, wearing those heels. Tied in place she cannot bring her legs together. She is my all trussed up in my out building. She's already been this way awhile, struggling with the position. Her arms are so jacked up behind her toward the ceiling it is imposs...

When we find Elise next she wearing that elegant black evening dress with shiny black heels. She is in a strappado. Her arms, her elbows brought close together behind her back. Rope wraps the length of her arms holding them close together. A rope through her wrist binding pulls her arms high above her head behind her. Her ankles are drawn outward, wearing those heels. Tied in place she cannot bring her legs together. She is my all trussed up in my out building. She's already been this way awhile, struggling with the position. Her arms are so jacked up behind her toward the ceiling it is impossible for her to find a position that can be endured for any length of time. That's when JR shows up and cuts her dress off. She now finds herself nude, save for the black panties she has on. She can't stop moving, trying to find a position that doesn't stress her. JR finds the Hitachi and presses it against her cunt, through the panties and starts to get her off. She leans into it, needy like. Within seconds she forgets all about her surroundings and focuses on nothing but her cunt, her little dick. She screams out, “Oh her need building. Then, “Ohhhhh fuuuccccckkkk!” reaches her lips and she finds herself in complete desperation for an orgasm. She looks at you, The Viewer, and asks for permission to cum. When she gets it she lets out a scream of desire, of want and need and of sound that belies how good it feels to her. When it is over she thanks him, more as a way of backhandedly getting him to stop, to take away the Hitachi from her cunt -but he doesn't. He holds it there in spite of her newfound sensitivity. It wails away and she finds herself slipping again into a space she can't control. She wails and screams and shakes her hips, curses fowl language. She has no control over her sex. JR owns that. When she cums again she hangs herself from the strappado, lifting her feet inches from the floor. Snot and spit hang and swing from her face holes as she pushes out another orgasm she had no power over. When it is over, without the medicating benefits of the Hitachi, she finds that she can now barely stand. The position so taxing, perched on her heels, that no movement or way offers her any composure. She finds herself blurting out expletives in an attempt to assuage how she finds herself. He cuts her panties off, her wet, cum filled panties and shoves them into her mouth --crotch side first. Then he tapes them in with clear tape. Wraps it about her head with no concern for her hair or face. She is left with her biggest face hole stuffed, stuffed with her own soiled panties, her cut black evening dress near her heeled feet. When JR returns he shoves a G-Spot vibrator up her ass, turns it on high and sits back. She immediately begins to to moan through her panty gag. She shakes her hips up and down --that brown hole of hers' invaded. When JR finally comes back he has the Hitachi in his hand. He shoves it against her cunt and sends her into a desperate, deficient space. She begins to scream through her gag, muffled as it is. She begs for permission to cum, she pleads with him but he withholds it. Right when she reaches the apex of desire he pulls it away and leaves her. Leaves her to go mow the yard.