Lolita is in the Objectification Chair. Nude, arms spread out crucifix style. Her neck, her upper chest, her legs and every quarter thereof is firmly fastened; she can’t move. She is wearing a black gas mask. Three tiny holes in the bottom of the mask is all she has to draw her air through. He breath is a task, she has to work to fill her lungs. The sound of her breathing is the only thing you notice. The way she works for it. I come out and suck her nipples into small vacuum tubes, then her cunt. She cries out when her cunt, from one side to the next, is heaved into the clear pussy pump. And she continues to moan. She lets me know it is uncomfortable. I leave her there for awhile, the whole of her pussy sucked into the clear vacuum pump while her nipples begin to lactate within their respective clear vacuum cylinders. Her nipples have grown long and engorged with the constant pressure. We can see her inside her mask. Her eyes look around, her head. She blinks inside that world she’s in, with all of her most sensitive areas under constant attack. When I return I remove her pussy pump and mount Mr. Handy in her cunt. When I leave her again she tries to fuck it using her pelvis. When I bring the Hitachi back and place it on her cunt she throws her head back and her breathing becomes far more labored. She moans constantly. She keeps humping Mr. Handy but with more urgency. She throws her pelvis out to meet the vibrator. She wants to push. Her nipples grow darker every minute from the pressure. With her head thrown back and her eyes slammed shut she ask permission to cum. I give it to her and immediately remove the Hitachi. Instead, I place tape over the last of her breathing holes and walk away. She’s in the out building, standing nude in the center of the room. Her arms are tied high behind her back. A thick, wide leather collar around her neck is attached to the ceiling by an old rusty chain. If she wants to breathe easily she must stand on her tip toes. There is a long stick of bamboo tied across her shoulders. Each end runs 2.5 feet out on either side of her body. When we find her she’s trying to find something herself –a more comfortable position. Every way she stands seems to be just as uncomfortable and air restrictive as the last. She shakes her head around trying to gain something she can work with out of that collar. When I find her I have two 10 qt. buckets with me. I hang one on either end of the bamboo pole strapped across her shoulders, then begin to fill them evenly with water. I get them about half full and leave her a bit. Already I can see her neck is jacked up even higher with the weight of the water buckets pulling down hard on her shoulders. When I return I have some nourishment for her. A bowl full of banana pudding mixed with jalapeno peppers, artichoke hearts and milk. I feed it to her like she’s a newborn baby. And like a newborn, she wants to spit it up as soon as she gets it into her mouth. You see the anguish wash across her face as she tries to swallow it. She in fact, appears as though she wants to cry –or throw up. She has to struggle to swallow it past the collar, past her gag reflex and then struggle to keep it down in her stomach. When I’ve fed her the last giant spoonful I fill her buckets up the rest of the way, up to the brim. That comes to about 40 lbs. pulling her body down, pulling on her collar, and making it that much more difficult to stand on her tip toes. To get air. It doesn’t take long for the effects to begin to show. Staying up in a breathing position is now her main focus. It takes a toll, she starts to crack. Her face shows the trouble she’s having. Her body is tense, her panic building. Occasionally she blurts out a sound, a sound that appears to come from her without her wanting it too. Sounds that are shaped and affected by the collar pulling at her neck. In trying to find a more comfortable position she scares herself. Her whole body is tense, being pulled in two different directions. Her face starts to bloat. She’s dancing for air. When I come back I have the Hitachi. I press it against her cunt and she immediately responds. She leans her whole body into it, choking herself further. She moans and grunts, she tries to meet it with her pelvis, dancing about on her tip toes with 40 lbs. of water strapped to her back. When she gets close to cumming I stop and make her stand on one leg. It makes her cry. All she has left to balance herself is her neck and a tip toe of one foot. It strains her neck and after several seconds she breaks down. I make her turn around slowly for me, so I can see her nudeness from behind. She coughs and sputters and does what she’s told. I slam that Hitachi back down on her cunt and within seconds she ask me for permission to cum in a weak, raspy voice. I give it to her and she tears one off so fast she pisses herself and the floor below her. Poor Lolita, when we find her next she is outside. She is strapped to a chair completely nude and completely unable to move. What’s worse, there’s a terrible rain storm overhead and it is only 60 degrees outside. We know that because a large, round outdoor thermometer is sitting right beneath the chair she’s strapped to. She’s already soaking wet and shaking. Her legs are shaking so hard it causes the chair to make a constant noise. The rain is really coming down outside so to make her situation that much more uncomfortable I strap a giant black ball gag into her face hole. Its huge and she moans when it goes in. It gives her face the appearance of being in a constant scream. She looks like a wet rat out there. Cold, nude and humiliated. After awhile I come out and check on her with a hot cup of coffee and cigarette. I ask her if she’d like to come inside and get dry and warm. She tries to tell me something, but then a big wash of drool comes flowing beneath the ball gag and falls to her chest to get mixed with all the water already soaking her body. Then she muffles out something about “yes, please, I’d like to come in”. Problem is, I have a hot meal waiting for me inside. Plus, it’s cold out here. So I let her know, she can come in after I’ve had my dinner and desert. Then I leave her out in the elements and watch her from inside while having dinner.