Naomi

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Church Female just had her 20th bday this month and determined she wished to come back Into The Attic. When she arrives, the knock at the door is so meek and light, if one wasn’t nearby they would never hear it. JR greets her, greets her in and has her sit down in an elderly office stool in the center of the room. He waste no time in positioning a thick, broad leather dog collar around the fair flesh of her neck –a dog collar taut enough to change the color in her face. She has on a rather racy half-shirt for The Church Girl, blue with a dip in it that provides a generous look of her breasts. Her denim are taut and reveal a pair of lil' enduring hips. Uber doll hips. As the dog collar heads around her neck she gets bigger more bashful and unsure. She is evidently nervous. Just sitting there calmly is a contest for her. Next, a iron bit gag is locked into her face hole. Once on, there is no way the gag can be removed. It digs deep into the corners of her hatch and distorts her face. When she hears the click of its lock attach it into place she instantaneously looks about the apartment apprehensively. JR ask her to attempt and eliminate it, to witness if she can exile it from her mouth. She attempts stiff to push it out using her tongue. She lowers her head and moves it from side to side, but the gag lingers put. Even with one’s hands-free the gag cannot be removed. It keep her tongue on the bottom of it where a pool of slobber is now kicking off to collect. JR has her stand up and haul the strenuous wooden office stool she has been sitting in off to the side of the room. Then brings her back to stand in the center of the apartment where he ties a string from her dog collar to the ceiling, holding her in place. As he ties the dog collar she stands there shaking from fright. Her stance, her tremors let you know she is freaking out inwards her head. JR jerks her neck up high to the ceiling before binding her wrists back behind her back. If she wants some ease off that neck she’s going to have to stand on her C.S. Lewis happy peak toes. JR leaves like that for awhile, standing abruptly, with the gag locked firmly in her face hole, leaving her there to ponder what might take place next. When JR comebacks he notices how she likes to keep that tongue underneath the bit of the gag, poking out. So he grabs a clothespin and places it on the end of her tongue. This her to always have her tongue out as far as possible. Then he commences to ask her ridiculous, mundane questions about her job. Sane stuff in the face of her evident discomfort. She attempts to guzzle and reaction but every maneuverability of her hatch requires exacting concentration. The words she utters are nearly incomprehensible. Then he wants to know about any supreme dates she has been on lately. She babbles something no one can understand, as she does so the clothespin in her tongue juggles up and down and slings a string of slobber flying as she does. Soon, she has a constant load of slobber hanging from her face hole as she attempts to reaction his questions, her torso raw from the constant drool. She attempts to tell him about some guy she bed the other night but understanding her is impossible. JR cuts her off and tells her to count from one to one hundred and then he’ll be well-prepped for her. As he leaves the apartment he can hear her mumbling out the numerals as he heads to fetch something to make her highly uncomfortable with.