When the interview starts off she doesn't know what to expect. She is nervous. Unsure. This kind of thing is new to her. She hasn't ever done this type of "formal" BDSM before. She sits before perfect strangers with the full knowledge she is embarking upon a journey she has needed for some time. We watch her a bit, from all angles. Watching her nervousness. She changes positions frequently. When a question comes out of her no one answers. Her trepidation grows to a new level. Her unease. She's a newbie. Her heels make a squeaking noise as she flays her foot up and down, nervous unrest. But she sits there, needy. Knowing she must get through this before anything "real" happens. Finally, she hears the words, "Brinn, what brought you in today?" She straightens up and crosses her leg. Her back becomes stiff and she gathers her answer: "experience", "different equipment", "I've never done anything like this before." She lets me know there's been a BF, an old BF, that 90% of their sex was bondage related --that there's been a gap lately in her sex life. She tells me she likes to be gagged and choked. How she wasn't even interested in sex until she happened across bondage two years ago. She tells us that she masturbates daily, almost always of a bondage scenario. How she likes horses, riding pants and crops. I ask her what she hopes to get from the day. "Experience, something new". She tells me she hopes she really enjoys it. "Let's get started." She is sitting in an old office chair from the 50s when we find her next. A tight leather collar around her neck keeps her face filled and red. She is nude except for her panties and heels. She has her legs brought up and separated, tied off like that, undignified, so we can see her crotch readily. An unseemly position for her, to be sure. She moves her head around: back & forth, up & down, trying to gain some additional comfort from that collar around her neck. She is firmly tied to the chair, at the lower legs and the arms, across the chest. She can only sit there and wait. Finally, I ask her if she likes asphyxiation play. When she answers yes I pull a large, clear bag over her head. It comes down over her entire upper torso to the breasts. It is duct tapped into place, sealing it shut around her upper body. As the tape winds around her we can see her already checking the air inside, taking a deep, a penetrating breath as she calms her nerves. Occasionally she lets out a whimper, a sound that belies her countenance. Her nipples get clamped and she mouths out a silent, ?Ouch?. She can only look down at them jutting away from her chest, unable to touch or move them. Her head falls back in the bag as she lets what is about to happen sink in. She keeps her breathing in check as I tie thin leather cords to her middle toes and off to their respective nipple clamp. Her bag is already becoming opaque from condensation. She is now breathing much more rapidly as the air supply becomes thinner and thinner inside. The look upon her face is of worry and concern, like she is holding back an all out panic. She tells me it is overwhelmingly hot inside. That she can feel the sweat dripping down her face and chest. She knows she must keep her cool to maximize the air. The bag is already closing in on her. Each time she breathes the bag opens and collapses, but with each breath it opens less and less. Now she finds herself blowing on it, blowing it away from her face as the moisture inside fights to keep the bag stuck to her skin. I slam the Hitachi onto her cunt. She finds herself fighting a whole new battle ?one where the lower half of her body feels good and the upper half is suffocating. She can?t lose focus or she?ll lose her breath. She finds it almost impossible to remember to keep blowing the bag away from her face until suddenly it is there, on her mouth and she freaks ?torn away from that good feeling and back into panic mode ?blowing with unnerving ferocity to keep it away from her face hole. She tells me she wants to focus on the vibrator but she knows she has to focus instead on not suffocating ?almost like she was simply talking to herself. It is becoming hard for me to even see her inside there now. The sweat filling the inside of the bag is copious and runs down the width of her torso. Suddenly she tells me her pussy is winning and that she can?t focus on the bag at all. Her body tenses up like she has had an electrical shock, her head thrown back and her eyes are slammed shut. Then we hear her mumbling an almost inaudible mantra: Focus on the bag, focus on the bag, focus on the bag. Then she grits her teeth tightly and starts saying: I will not cum, I will not cum, I will not cum. It doesn?t take long for her to begin to beg. To beg for permission to cum so she can have the bag off her face, her desperation unmistakable. She is at the very crux, the pinnacle of two vastly opposing needs. When the bag finally came off there was no difference between how she looked getting out of a rain storm and how she looked now. She was completely and categorically drenched. The pace of her breath was of someone who had just run a 100 yard dash in high heat and humidity. She was exhausted, unequivocally beaten down. That?s when I placed a large ring gag in her face hole and left her like that. It is time for Brinn to meet Luther. She does so in a strappado wearing a latex mask with holes for the eyes and mouth. Save for her black heels she is nude and on her knees. I ask her if she has ever sucked a cock before. ?Yes?, she says. Do you like sucking cock? ?Yes?. Do you swallow. ?No?. Why I ask. She tells me she doesn?t like too. That it is too salty. I let her know salt is an important mineral we all need in our bodies. I ask her if she thinks she is a good cock sucker. She tells me she likes to think that she is. I ask her why, what makes her good? She tells me she enjoys figuring out what to do with her tongue to make a guy cum. I ask her what she?ll do if a guy only wants his cock deep throated. She tells me, ?I?m in trouble, I gag easily.? I tell her this isn?t her luck day then. Luther only likes it deep --tonsil deep --and to get busy doing it. She leans forward and takes him in. Takes him in a surprising three inches thru that latex mask. But right away, as she backs off, you see her lunch wanting to come back up. I warn her, from this point forward do not remove Luther from your face hole ?no matter what. Gagging is not a reason to stop. I have her tell me, while face fucking Luther, that she is a ?good cock sucker?. Yeah, it?s a struggle for her but it sure sounds fantastic with that cock tickling her tonsils. Once she finally gets that out and understandable, beginning to choke, she is told to tell me: ?In spite of the fact I suck at sucking cock, I really like to suck Luther?. She is made to repeat this over and over again while she fucks Luther with her face hole. It is a repetitive struggle for her, copious amounts of slobber and sweat stream down from behind her latex mask, sometimes she can be understood and sometimes not. But every time humiliates her further. When it is over she is made to look you, The Viewer, in the eyes and admit she is a sorry cock sucker. When we find Brinn next she is locked into a wooden stock by the neck and wrists. The stock is chained to the ceiling keeping her standing in her heels. A leather hood is tightly drawn over her head and secured. She is only wearing her panties. She has been left there awhile before I finally come in to clamp her nipples down in small round vises. And once they go on her breathing changes noticeably inside her leather hood. She even dances around a bit trying to shake off the discomfort. I ask her if she is an equestrian. She answers, ?yes?. I bring out a horse whip and swing it repeatedly through the air close to her body. I ask if she can identify it. She tells me a ?gauss whip?. Then I lay into her abdomen without mercy. When I?m done I ask her if she?s ever done that to a horse before. Exasperated, ?Not like that?, she tells me. Then it is her back, her thighs, her chest and ass that get it next. She is dancing around and crying out as the blows reach her fair skin. She has no idea where the blows will land next ?and the next ones are aimed right at the little piece of nipple protruding from her nipple vises. She moans out in pain, she cries inside her hood. Then, without any rest, the cane finds its way to her flesh. First it is her upper thighs. Each stroke lands with a thud and a sound from her we haven?t yet heard before. They leave angry red streaks. Some turning purple within minutes. I remove her vises from her nipples and then immediately --with blood still rushing back into them-- flog them unmercifully. She screams with each strike, lifts a leg up and stamps it down hard. It hurts. I cut her panties from her cunt, unzip her little access hole to her mouth and then shove her dirty panties into her face hole before zipping the tight leather covering back closed. She moans her displeasure; the increased difficulty she is having behind that hood. Afterwards I suck her clit into a small, clear cylinder. Her clit so far sucked into the tube it gives her the appearance of having a little dick. She is told to keep her legs spread wide as I go fetch the largest diameter cane I have. Her breathing is now at an impossible pace as I rear back the cane and strike her solidly across the ass. The mark it leaves is immediate. Red, angry and welting. Before the sting has even left her another blow lands just at the bottom of her ass cheeks. Sweat drops from each elbow. Another stream falls down each side of her torso while yet more coats her chest. I ask her how her panties taste and she screams out: ?Like sweat!? I make her repeat it over and over again as I flog every quarter of her body. I make her tell me she is a sweaty bitch in high heels. I cane her breasts, her nipples. I cane them until the sounds coming from her head are inhuman. And then I make her tell me she likes it. And when I?m done caning her nipples I clamp them. She is finally being broken. It is clear that her tears are falling without end inside her hood. She heaves and shakes as though she were at her own funeral. She is masturbated while her clit is still sucked deep into the tube, while she cries inside her hood. She has no idea I?m only half way done with her.