When we find Abyss next she is chained by the neck to a brick wall out back. She is nude save for her small black panties. A very large ring gag fills her face hole. It is late afternoon and she is dirty from the concrete floor. The sun falling in the west casts a bright glow on her face as she nervously giggles from a moment, wiping the slobber from her face hole as best she can. You see, the metal collar around her neck also has her wrists manacled to it. A small boulder is manacled to her left ankle. An old wooden chair sits nearby with four pair of Elise Graves' shoes on it. She tilts her ...

When we find Abyss next she is chained by the neck to a brick wall out back. She is nude save for her small black panties. A very large ring gag fills her face hole. It is late afternoon and she is dirty from the concrete floor. The sun falling in the west casts a bright glow on her face as she nervously giggles from a moment, wiping the slobber from her face hole as best she can. You see, the metal collar around her neck also has her wrists manacled to it. A small boulder is manacled to her left ankle. An old wooden chair sits nearby with four pair of Elise Graves' shoes on it. She tilts her head back in an effort to stave the flow of spit that keeps making its way through her ring gag. She just sits there, degraded, waiting upon some sort of instruction, what's next. And then she is finally told to start cleaning Elise's shoes. When she hears the task she turns and looks at them, dumbstruck on how she is going to accomplish the chore. She is told to clean every square inch of them, inside and out. She is to lean her entire body toward them, unable to move her hand away from her neck. When she does get it in her hand she still can't manipulate the shoe in order to clean the whole thing. She has to pass it behind her head to the other hand and then bring it around to her face hole where her tongue can pick up where the other side left off. It is difficult for her, and she strains to get the job done quickly -sometimes dropping a shoe and being to clean it again from the start. By the third shoe she is growing increasingly tired, frustrated. At times she sits back and gasp for a moment, humiliated, then promptly gets back to work. She is yelled at continuously to hurry up: Clean the bottom!, Don't forget the heel!, Get inside the shoe! Whenever a shoe falls to far away from her she is to use her leg and foot to retrieve it, the collar chain simply isn't long enough to give her the distance she needs. And she always has to get her face right into the ground to pick something off the floor with her hand. After the fifth shoe she falls onto herself and sighs heavily, exasperated at how this simple task could be made so incredibly difficult. And then she is yelled at again. To hurry up and finish cleaning another woman's shoes so she can go out for the night and have fun, while you sit there in your filth chained by the neck to a wall.