Church Girl just had her 20th birthday this month and decided she wanted to come back Into The Attic. When she arrives, the knock at the door is so meek and light, if one wasn't nearby they would never hear it. JR greets her, welcomes her in and has her sit down in an old office chair in the center of the room. He waste no time in placing a thick, wide leather collar around the fair skin of her neck -a collar tight enough to change the color in her face. She has on a rather racy blouse for The Church Girl, blue with a dip in it that provides a generous view of her breasts. Her jeans are tight ...

Church Girl just had her 20th birthday this month and decided she wanted to come back Into The Attic. When she arrives, the knock at the door is so meek and light, if one wasn't nearby they would never hear it. JR greets her, welcomes her in and has her sit down in an old office chair in the center of the room. He waste no time in placing a thick, wide leather collar around the fair skin of her neck -a collar tight enough to change the color in her face. She has on a rather racy blouse for The Church Girl, blue with a dip in it that provides a generous view of her breasts. Her jeans are tight and reveal a pair of bearing hips. Uber woman hips. As the collar goes around her neck she grows more timid and unsure. She is clearly nervous. Just sitting there quietly is a challenge for her. Next, a metal bit gag is locked into her face hole. Once on, there is no way the gag can be removed. It digs deep into the corners of her mouth and distorts her face. When she hears the click of its lock fasten it into place she immediately looks about the room apprehensively. JR ask her to try and remove it, to see if she can eject it from her mouth. She tries hard to push it out using her tongue. She lowers her head and moves it from side to side, but the gag stays put. Even with one's hands free the gag cannot be removed. It her to keep her tongue on the bottom of it where a pool of drool is now beginning to collect. JR has her stand up and drag the heavy wooden office chair she has been sitting in off to the side of the room. Then brings her back to stand in the center of the room where he ties a rope from her collar to the ceiling, holding her in place. As he ties the collar she stands there shaking from fright. Her stance, her tremors let you know she is freaking out inside her head. JR jacks her neck up high to the ceiling before tying her wrists back behind her back. If she wants some relief off that neck she's going to have to stand on her C.S. Lewis blessed tip toes. JR leaves like that for awhile, standing abruptly, with the gag locked firmly in her face hole, leaving her there to ponder what might take place next. When JR returns he notices how she likes to keep that tongue underneath the bit of the gag, poking out. So he grabs a clothespin and places it on the end of her tongue. This her to always have her tongue out as far as possible. Then he begins to ask her ridiculous, mundane questions about her job. Sane stuff in the face of her obvious discomfort. She tries to swallow and answer but every movement of her mouth requires exacting concentration. The words she utters are almost incomprehensible. Then he wants to know about any good dates she has been on lately. She babbles something no one can understand, as she does so the clothespin in her tongue bounces up and down and slings a string of slobber flying as she does. Soon, she has a constant stream of spit hanging from her face hole as she tries to answer his questions, her chest wet from the constant drool. She tries to tell him about some guy she bed the other night but understanding her is impossible. JR cuts her off and tells her to count from one to one hundred and then he'll be ready for her. As he leaves the room he can hear her mumbling out the numerals as he goes to fetch something to make her very uncomfortable with.