Abyss starts her day here at The Attic as all girls do, The Interview. This girl is a little different in so much that she runs the gamut of emotions as we speak with her. One moment she is ready to burst from her chair and in another, especially when talking about how happy she is to have a pure bondage experience, she wells up with emotion. She is peppered with questions about her experience with bondage- one time -to how often she masturbates or fucks. Her first sexual experience, what she does for a living to her education level. She was one of the rare girls who thoroughly enjoyed her first sexual experience. Wow. As she is telling me about this experience I get up and wrap a rubber hose tightly around her neck. So tightly that it turns her face red, her voice changes slightly, gives her pause and well, kind of freaks her out. I admonish her for ceasing to tell me about this first sexual experience. Distracted, thoroughly distracted she continues. Abyss ends up stumbling into a bit of soul sharing. 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 forced 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 forced 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 forced 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. When I come back to get Abyss I have a water hose in my hand. She is filthy from the concrete floor and her chest is coated in slobber from the ring gag in her face hole. Still nude and chained to the wall, I hit the nozzle on the hose and send a wash of cold water onto her soiled body. She begins to scream immediately. She tries to get away from it but the chain to her metal collar is only so long and the small boulder manacled to her ankle allows little quick movement. She turns her back to me and I spray her from head to foot. I make her hold her armpits up. I have her turn back around and spray her directly in her gagged face. Spray her armpits and pussy, her legs and feet. She gets a severe soaking down before I bring her a bucket to pee in. At first she was confused looking. Standing next to it and then sitting next to it. Perhaps she wondered if she should just pee through her skimpy black panties? At any rate, five seconds later she drug her boulder over to it, squatted directly over the bucket and let it fly. When she was done I had her sit down on the cold, wet concrete. I collected her bathroom and then poured it over her head. I unlock the chain from her collar and then I drop a dog shit bag into the wet mess on the floor. I tell her to pick it up, that she needs to clean up the dog shit in the back yard. She is forced to put her head down into the wetness in order to get her hand close to the bag to even pick it up. Then she stands and begins to make her way out to the grass. Out where the dogs like to shit. It is slow going for her with that boulder on her ankle. She has to drag it making the manacle around her ankle unpleasant. Often the boulder gets stuck on the small things: the brick edging around a walkway or the lip of a paver, it even sinks into the soft dirt. She struggles to get to the grass. And once she is there she has to drag the boulder to each pile. She has to get her face right up to the dog shit in order to pick it up. Still wearing her metal collar it is time Abyss get to know Luther up close --face hole up close. Her wrists have been unshackled from her collar. Her arms are now drawn behind her back and pulled up in a reverse prayer position. Her thumbs have been tied off to the collar, keeping her arms jacked up high and the pressure around her neck constant. She is standing nude save for those little black panties she peed through earlier. Her legs are wide apart as she waits in silence for her instructions. I walk in and ask her if she likes to suck cock. When she answers her voice is weak and raspy. She tells me she does. That she’ll swallow too. She is then ordered onto her knees to start sucking Luther. She easily hits 2.75 but needs to push just a little harder to get three inches in. After about six or seven down strokes the first gag hits her –and heaven knows, she has an easily activated gag reflex. You hear a deep guttural sound that clearly tells you something did try to come up. And then it does. Something green with a chunk or two in it and she quickly leans to the side to let it hit the floor next to her. Then she swallows hard and gets right back to servicing Luther. Every other down stroke she makes a terrible gagging sound. It is annoying so I tell her to stop it. To continue getting him deep but not to make that sound again. The first tear streams down her left cheek. I admonish her to act like she enjoys sucking Luther. She is told to deep throat him and, while holding him in her mouth, tell me back: I should act like I enjoy sucking Luther. That’s when the next volume of fluid came up from her belly. Standing in the out building in a partial suspension, she is wearing only her panties. Her arms are in a box tie which is secured to the ceiling. One leg is drawn up high, the foot of that leg well above her waist. She is perched precariously. A two pound weight hangs from the big toe of her drawn foot. Her position taxes her and she often finds herself hopping around on the tip toe of the only foot reaching the floor. I walk in and have her stick her tongue out at me. I clamp it between two flat pieces of wood locking it outside of her mouth. She is confused by this. Unexpected, she’s never seen anything quite like it. Immediately she begins to drool. She doesn’t seem to quite know what to do. She stands there a moment, confused, unsure what to look at or how to act. A few moments later I return and cut her panties from her body. As I’m walking away I hear her babble something about needing to pee. So I turn around and tell her to go ahead if she needs to. A few seconds later a stream, no a river, no, an ocean of urine started its way from her cunt and ran in all directions at her foot. I mean it was a fire hydrant worth of thick pee coming out of her that seemed to go on forever. She literally could have put a small fire out with that torrent. I’m not shitting you, it was ALOT. She tried to hop and stay out of it, to keep her one foot that was touching the ground from actually getting in it but hey, she had a small little lake on the floor. There was no way she was going to stay out of that. I immediately walk over to her and place the Celebrator right on her clit. She turns to a quivering, grunting, high pitched, groveling fool in a half second. It doesn’t even appear she can think straight as long streams of slobber cascade past that purple tipped tongue. I stop and place the Celebrator on her lips and on the back of her tongue, vibbing them off as I go. Then the Hitachi is popped onto her cunt and she drops immediately into some far off head space. I snap her back and tell her to never stop looking at you, The Viewer. I big stream of viscous slobber hangs from her face hole refusing to break apart or fall to the floor. She is quiet for a moment but then suddenly begins to grunt, quicker and quicker until BAM, she’s pissing on my hand and I hear her ask permission to cum. I yell at her for urinating on me and she goes into a cascade of apologies. I wipe it on her face as she hangs there whimpering like a newborn. The vibrator is removed and she is promptly whipped for enjoying herself.