The other leg is tied off and raised toward the ceiling. Once she is bound securely in place the rarely used Fucksall makes an appearance in her cunt. Once it gets started, and we get a look at her face, one cant tell if thats a look of disgust or…..and then, I think, resignation sets in. The Fucksall hard at work pumping that pussy while she just grits her teeth in compliance. Occasionally, she leans her head back and shuts her eyes. Other times she has a look that tells you she wants this to be over with. The Hitachi comes out and starts to work her clit over. This brings more of a reaction out of her than the Fucksall did. She starts to squirm a bit now, testing her bindings. I was barely able to get a confirmation out of her that it “feels pretty good”. Yes, this is a chick who loathes speaking to you. About her body, what feels good, being vulnerable in anyway. We start to see these full lips close and purse. Wet lips. Lips that are easy to imagine on your cock. Just every once in awhile, just for a second, you can see pleasure on her face and then its gone. Fleeting. She cant let go. She just cant let herself enjoy the moment. It does start to get the better of her for a moment though. We start to hear some moans, some murmurs. Except for that one leg pulled up to the ceiling, shes severely bound to the post like a board lying atop another board. She has no movement. Her eyes are closed and her head is titled back. Little sounds escape. Vulnerable sounds. But soon it turns into pain, a distraction. Her face is not one of pleasure but of discomfort. Shes now squirming to get away. The sounds she makes are those of pain. She really wants to get away now….or does she? Next up for Ryan is a strappado on the floor with her legs spread outward. Her big toes are tied off to keep her legs well spread. Her elbows are brought very close together and her wrists are then pulled up high and tied off to the ceiling. The riding crop comes out and whips her ass. And I whip that thing pretty darn hard. I make certain we get things right up to her limit. At one point I stop and ask her to look at you, The Viewer, and tell you that “my ass looks so good it must be punished”. This just throws her into a tailspin. She cannot understand the thinking behind this. It also goes right at the heart of something she is very self-conscious about –talking about her body, her sexuality. It takes Ryan a good three minutes of constant encouragement with the riding crop to finally accomplish this task. And when she did it she was terribly embarrassed to do so. After punishing her ass a bit more the Hitachi gets popped onto her cunt. I make her tell me how it feels. Again, something she abhors doing. The whole process of being used in front of strangers leaves her almost paralyzed with fear and embarrassment. So I punish her even more with the riding crop in her prone position. I whip her until she has to suck in air and grit her teeth to keep from screaming out. When I place a vib on her clit she tells me it doesnt help one bit. But I leave it on there anyway –and she looks fucking gorgeous with her arms in this strappado. And thats how I leave her. Now we find Ryan in the Objectification chair. Bound in an ultimately exposed position, arms and legs spread out, breast tie and bit gag. She has her upper thighs beaten with the riding crop. Her thighs are whipped until she begs for it to stop. Until her hands are fists and the grimace on her face finally relents and she asks me to stop. She hates that. I pull out the Hitachi and work her cunt over. I make it so sensitive shes squirming for release. I pull out the Eroscillator and target that clit. The Hi-Def camera gets right up in her box and shows you her cunt. It shows you the Eroscillator working that clit over in fine detail. And we also see shes having a reaction to it. Shoulders all heaved upward, hands opening and closing sporadically, eyes closed, head titled back again, a look of painful discomfort on her face. Her torso bucks around and her head flops back and forth. She tests her bonds and we see a bit of drool run down her lower lip. There is exasperation and pain on her face. Her foot rocks back and forth in some unheard rhythm. Im not sure if she likes this at all… Finally we see Ryan out back, in the garden. Shes there, bound into a yoga position, elbows and wrists closely brought together. A rope around her neck forces her to lean forward slightly, placing a great amount of pressure on her back. I like to think shes Zen-ing out. A ring gag insures copious amounts of drool. Ryan is simply left in this position. To endure it until she states the safe word. As we watch her we hear chickadees singing in the background. A plane high above streaming by. Bugs and birds out and about on this early September morning. A nice day to be bound up and left in the garden. She looks fucking fantastic out here in nature. Brown skin that beckons your touch. Its so smooth and silky. Whoops, a bug just flew by and we see her freak out a little as she turns her head to follow it. She cant turn all the way around, however. Now shes a little on edge. After a few minutes her back starts to bother her. She cant lean backwards and leaning forward doesnt relieve the pressure. Its beginning to weigh on her now. We can see her tongue through the ring gag moving about; I suppose in an effort to sop up all the spit in her mouth before it runs out onto her lovely brown body. She tests her arms in the tie and tries to gain some form of comfort there; attempting to rearrange the configuration without success. Drool is running out now, copious amounts from both the upper and lower lips. We hear her breathing pick up. She starts to rock one leg and then the foot as well. Yes, things are beginning to weigh on her now. She struggles to gain some comfort. She is as stoic as she can be though. Very quiet in her discomfort. Its delicious, this type of quiet, reserved longing. Her stoic struggle. How she handles it all by herself. Its bad enough that were all watching her…..did she just say her safe word?
