Bijou showed up with a half eaten sandwich. Right away she wanted to finish it so, I figured it was a good time to get things started. I tied one arm up high behind her back and wrapped the other end of the rope around her neck to make a collar. Then I let her finish it. She is wearing a long black dress with black heels. She also has on a pair of panties that I told her to wear all day for me –all day at work and then late into the evening. I watch her as she eats the sandwich nervously. I pepper her with questions concerning her sex life. I ask her if I take those panties off what I will find in the crotch. She finds it hard to swallow the sandwich, the rope tightly wound about her neck. When we find her next she is wearing the same outfit, tied in much the same way. A rope connects her neck to the ceiling while another attached to her neck supports a bowling ball hanging behind her back. Another woman’s heels are sitting in an arch around her position. When I get to her I place manacles on her ankles with a short chain between them. I tape pencils between the fingers of her free hand. They leave her with a never ending source of deep seated discomfort. When I squeeze them she sucks in air quick, grimaces and lets out a sharp moan of pain. Her dress is untied in the back and pulled down below her breasts exposing her now bare titties. When she sees me approach her with nipple clamps she sucks in a deep breath, grits her teeth and sets her face in stone. When it is clamped on she screams out. When the other is clamped down her ears turn red and she blurts out, “Oh fuck!” I ask her how much pussy hair she has and then pull a clear bag over her head. That seems the least of her worries right now as she deals with the pain of those nipple clamps. And that only gets worse as I weight them down with heavy locks before tying a leather cord around her neck to seal the bag off. I make her tell me, from inside her little bag, what she thinks about when she masturbates. She tries to breath as little as possible fearing the bag will close around her face. But with each intake and exhalation of breath the bag does close and expand around her head and face. She swallows hard trying to maintain her composure. But we can see an undercurrent of panic just below the surface. She instinctively reaches up to pull the bag from her face with that free hand only to discover searing pain when she bumps the pencils taped between her fingers. But the growing panic only makes her do it again. She tells me she is worried, worried she isn’t getting enough air. I make her ask me for it. For fresh air. Then thank me when she gets it. Breathing is definitely something you need to get permission for. When I think she’s had enough fresh air I seal the bag back as she begins to whimper and cry about it. The bag makes a crinkling noise with each breath she takes. It grows hot and stuffy within seconds for her. A minute later the air is dead and stale inside. She starts to cry. Her eyes get distant. She’s trying hard to keep herself under control. I press the Hitachi up to her cunt through those dirty panties and get her off for a bit, fuck up her breathing in that bag. After a second she blurts out how she can’t breathe and begs me for fresh air. I give her just a little bit and then make her tell me all about the last time she got fucked. I hang more weights on her nipple clamps, seal her bag back up and start vibbing her cunt off again. She’s torn between the good feeling down below and the real bad panic-y one up top. Soon she’s begging for more fresh air as one of the nipple clamps is pulled off from the heavy weights. She screams out in pain. But she also screams out for an orgasm. She begs for it, begs for it as though she were begging for her own life. Begging behind that bag over her head. The other clamp pulls itself off and she continues to beg for it. Pleads over and over again for permission to cum. When she is at her apex of desire I deny her. I remove the vibrator, pull her bag off her head and then ball gag her with a huge black ball gag. She is shaking her head no as I buckle it in. Then I pull the bag back over her head and leave her there. When I come back to get Bijou I take her down. I remove the bag from her head and untie the rope connecting her neck to the ceiling. Immediately a large portion of support for that bowling ball is now gone. It pulls on her neck rope, choking her. She struggles to hold it up with the hand tied behind her back. Her giant ball gag only makes the effort, even breathing, difficult. She desperately tries to sit down, sit down so that bowling ball stops pulling on her neck. But even that is a terrible effort. She can’t just bend over and sit or she risks having the bowling ball swing around and hit her. Squatting with the manacles around her ankles is intensely painful. If she puts her one free hand out to steady herself she’ll bump those pencils taped between her fingers. In the end she just can’t do it. She has to be helped onto the floor. So I leave her there awhile, ruminating with her predicament. When I return I have her scoot her way across the floor to Elise Graves’ shoes. Over to her heels. Elise is going out on the town tonight and needs Bijou to clean them for her. I have Bijou pick them up and smell them. Rub them on her face. When I remove her ball gag she picks up a pair of Elise’s black heels and starts licking them. Licking the sides, the heels, under the shoe. I have her get her tongue deep inside as well, where Elise’s little foot resides. Just handling the shoes is a painful process for her, the pencils still taped tightly between her fingers. She often winces in pain. I make her tell me: Some other girl is going out tonight and I have to clean her shoes. When she has licked that pair of heels clean I have her scoot her ass over to the next pair, dragging her bowling ball along the way. She still has two more pairs of heels to go. When she is all done I have her lay onto her back and vib her off to a massive, earth-shaking orgasm through her dirty panties. Then bring her to tears by not removing the vibrator after she’s ripped her Big O off. When I’m done I remove her soiled, messy panties and tape them into her mouth and leave her. When we find Bijou next she is nude and bound upon a lattice of bamboo. Her arms are secured up over her head. A rope is wound around her neck holding her head back. Her legs are drawn up and tied widely separated. Her snatch is clearly visible in this unladylike of positions. Sitting before her is a container of large glycerin suppositories, nipple clamps and toothpaste & brush. She can’t tell what the container holds within it. I ask her what she thinks is next. She considers it for several moments and then tells me: I don’t think you’re going to brush my teeth. When I pick up the nipple clamp she starts to cry. She just hates them. So I clamp it down onto her nipple and tie a leather cord to it and then her heeled foot. She screams out when it goes on. And doesn’t stop for several seconds. That’s when I start to tickle her. Right in that exposed arm pit. She stops crying and starts begging me to stop, unable to control her laughter. She’s now screaming for me to stop, telling me how cruel it is, begging. I place my hand over her mouth and nose and dig in. She stares back at me with a face full of pleading. Her laughter rapidly turning to cries of anguish before I finally give her a break. Just as she begins to collect herself I run back to her and dig into the other arm pit with my hand back over her mouth. She’s trying to scream out behind my hand, failing her legs and pulling her nipple clamp in the effort. She’s at her limit when I pull away and leave her, a squabbling, pitiful mass of flesh. She can’t even catch her breath she’s so worked up. While she is still crying I fetch the biggest cane I have. I taunt her with it. I make her kiss it and tell me how bad she wants it across her chest. She pleads with me not to do it. I rare back and bring it down fast –stopping just before striking her. I do it again and again, until she’s crying from the uncertainty, the possibility. After I’m done terrorizing her with the cane I grab a bowl of water, place toothpaste onto the toothbrush and force her face hole open. Then I proceed to give her mouth a good cleaning. After cleaning the upper mouth I stop for a second and shove the toothbrush, brush end first, up her nose and scrub each nostril before returning it to her mouth to clean the lower half and tongue. When I’m done she has a mouth full of toothpaste she doesn’t want to swallow. She doesn’t have any choice but to just spit it out right onto her own chest, right onto herself. She does and it runs down thickly between her breasts. Then her soapy face hole is ball gagged. Once she’s gagged I make her tell me: I sucked some cock before I got here and I needed my mouth cleaned out. Thank you for cleaning it out and getting rid of that cock smell. Barely understandable with that gagged face hole, I make her repeat it again. When I grab the container of suppositories she has no idea what they are –only that whatever the contents are they are going straight up her asshole. I pull one of the suppositories from the container and show it to her. She pleadingly ask me what it is and I just take it and shove it up her brown hole. Then another and another until she has five of them up her bum. I show each one to her before it gets on its way, and each time she shakes her head no pleading with me not to do it. Within seconds she tells me through her gagged face hole that she is getting hot. That her bung hole feels warm. She doesn’t know why and ask me. I just tell her that it is going to get a lot warmer in there. She groans out and announces she doesn’t feel good. The glycerin suppositories are leaching all the moisture from her bowels and emptying it into her rectum. But she has no idea about that. She tells me she feels sick, that she needs to poop, that her asshole feels like it is burning. She pleads with me to help her but I just stand there staring at her, watching her lose herself. Begging. She’s crying the whole time, moaning about how it hurts. Elise Graves shows up and shaves her pussy hair off as she pleads for permission to poop them out. I give her permission and she tries to push them out. She strains before we finally see one fly out like a projectile missile. After a few more pushes another breaches the rim and lands just behind the other. Soon, she has them lying in a little line right at her sphincter as Elise shaves away. She tells me she feels cramp-y and I tell her to tell you, The Viewer: I have a brown hole that’s empty. Then I shove five fresh suppositories back up her asshole and leave her awhile. When I come back she immediately tells me how cramp-y she feels inside, that she needs to go to the bathroom. I tell her to go ahead. Then suddenly a suppository comes flying out again, then four more machine gun style. She has a pool of butt juice collecting beneath her. Every push she makes doesn’t just blow the suppository out it also flushes a little water out each time. So she sits in it, humiliated. She tells me how uncomfortable she is. I grab two cotton balls and shove one up each of her nostrils. Then I tape them in with clear tape, distorting her face. I grab the suppositories that have already been up her butt and lay them across her face behind the tape. When I’m done I shove ten more fresh suppositories up her ass. She immediately begs to be able to poop them out. She keeps going on about how bad her cramps are and I flatly tell her I don’t care. I see liquid rush from her bum as she cries for release. She’s begging for her asshole and nipple to be left alone. I offer to remove the nipple clamp and she pleads with me to do so, forgetting how badly it will hurt when it is removed. And I do remove it. The very second it comes off the blood rushes back into that tender flesh and she screams out in excruciating pain. Then she wails for some time before finally collecting herself enough to thank me. Between sobs she again tells me she does not feel good. But when I ask her if she wants that pussy played with she lets me know right away she does. When I put that Hitachi on her cunt she gets lost in herself. She lets out sounds reminiscent of large game animals. She moans the pleasure. When I ask her if she has forgotten about her asshole she tells me yes. So I stop the vibrator and shove ten more suppositories up her ass as she screams for mercy, begs me not to place another one up there. When she can’t keep them in her ass from the cramps I move the ones that slid out out of the way and shove fresh ones back in to replace them. I simply ignore that deafening sound of her begging me not to do it. Then I return with the Hitachi and bring her right up to the point of need, have her ask me for permission to cum and then give her that permission only to immediately remove the vibrator from her cunt. She breaks and begins to cry, pleading with me. She can’t understand why she can’t just have that one little thing. I make her an offer. I’ll let you cum but...