The plastic head harness will be buckled on unnaturally tight, making sure Jandi’s shouts won’t get loud enough to irritate me. She attempts to brace herself to the difficult spanking and pounding she knows she is coming her way in only a couple of seconds, but she can not find a position that offers any comfort. The steel bar she has been standing is digging into the arch of her foot along with the gag feels like it’s cutting on her face. She starts to sweat, wondering just how long she is going to be made to endure it. 5 minutes? 10? 30? 50? The situation is already excruciating as it really is and I haven’t even begun to hurt her for real.
