Meg

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Meg told us when she left the last time she was here she had been ruined for life. That she didn't want to have fucky-fucky any other way than in bondage. Meg paid us a come back visit. Five minutes after she knocked on the door she was nude, bound, gagged, head put in a bag and then chained by the neck to a hook in the floor of an old out building. That's where we find her, lounging on her side attempting to rest. It is cold out here. The opaque bag on her head gives us a peek of her face as it reams and collapses with each breath. She rolls her posture but it is difficult for her; cell corded and fun bags roped tightly, unable to see. The bag on her head embarks to fill with condensation. She increases in size increasingly afraid of not being able to breathe. She calls out once or twice in dread with no answer back, her desperation building. She sobs out again and we see her attempt to jiggle the bag from her head; she is clearly working her gag, attempting to thrust it out. She commences to sob out relentlessly now as I walk up to her and place a cup of plain, boiled spaghetti noodles in front of her. As the steam rises up from the cup I tell her that once they are ice cold she can have them. After awhile she garbles through the bag and ball gag to tell me she is hungry..."can I have the bag off my head to eat?" I squirt the cold noodles directly onto the messy concrete floor in front of her. Jesus Christ. When the bag and ball gag came off she brutally dug into that bunch of noodles and started gobbling it like a super-naughty . But after consuming half of it she abruptly stops and asks for permission to go pee. A iron bucket is fetched and positioned right next to her noodles for her to relieve herself into. After some effort getting herself into posture over the bucket she lets it fly, doing her best to keep any of that urine from her noodles. When she's done urinating she heads back to finishing her dinner. She washes the noodles down with water from a calf feeder bottle that she had to work indeed stiff to reach. After dinner she's rolled onto her back and her gams doubled back and corded off at the knee to each shoulder. With her puss now totally exposed she is drug into the remainder of her spaghetti noodles and vibbed off until juices runs from her poon to her asshole. She is not permitted an orgasm. Instead, she is made to get on her stomach in a hogtie, in the middle of the uneaten noodles and have an ice cold bum hook inserted. She is then made to do a 180 on the floor just so we can be sure that she totally senses that bum meet up in there. When she shifts around we clearly see milky creamy juices seeping from her cunt. It is pungent. She begs me to have fun with it. I bring her up to the point where she begs for let out and then she is denied. She begs for it. She pleads. She ask me to strike her if I'll just let her cum. I give her permission and she has a destructive climax with her puss polishing into those cold, humid noodles. Afterward, she is urinated upon and left.