Record Attempt 2 with contributions and editing by Sadarax

There was a blank screen for just a fraction of a second, a camera came online an image focused into crystal clarity. A reporter for a local TV station stood in what looked like a combination of a dungeon and a hospital, some people’s idea of heaven, others idea of hell. There was a sign at the back of the shot The-Erotic-Dungen.com, and below that were the words “Guinness world records”. The camera focused in on the reporter, she was dressed for the location and the company she wore a white rubber dress it was quite tight coming to mid thigh and hobbled her steps considerably. It had a fairly high restrictive collar she paused for a fraction of a second to adjust it with her right hand. She wore a pair of elbow length white latex gloves. Her hair was held up in a bun with a white and silver patented crescent clasp. She had on a pair of knee length boots that were a bit to high for her. She was thirty two and a bit short but attractive at five foot four make that five foot eight with the heels.

She beamed at the camera, “Good evening this Is Glenda Jackson with the Daily Comet News part of the Sunny View Media group. Today I am following up on one of our most popular stories with Annie’s ongoing world record attempt.” 

Glenda took two steps to her right the camera followed her. She grinned and held the microphone up to a rather mute woman who was just outside the original camera shot, the camera now focused on her. The tightly bound woman could have easily been mistaken for a manikin her face was covered by an extremely tight light pink rubber hood that seemed to be moulded to her face. The term vacuum sealed might have been the most appropriate word to describe just how tight the hood was, there were two tubes coming out from the hood a few centimetres where the woman’s nose was. They were obviously up her nostrils and would have added to her discomfort removing her sense of smell. Her ears seemed to be pressed flat against her head. Her mouth was filled with a giant gag of some sort the hood could be seen stretched over a massive ball. 

There were two cute pigtails coming out from the hood with purple dyed hair. There seemed to be almost no way to remove the hood. There was a very thick prominent purple leather posture collar that held the woman‘s head immobile. It had a O-ring at the front with a leash attached to it that trailed off camera. Someone was holding it making sure that the bound woman remained on the spot. The collar seemed very secure. The woman was inside a very tight purple straight jacket of some description, it acted as a corset crushing her waist. Her arms were wrapped around her back coming around her body and touching at the front, fingertip to fingertip in a tightly contorted position. 

Her bust seemed larger than the previous interview; more prominently pushed up by some sort of unknown mechanism. The-Erotic-Dungeon.com logo was plastered on the front of the jacket above her breasts. The camera panned down, her legs were clamped together by a purple hobble skirt so tight all but the smallest of movements would be impossible. Her feet were captured in a pair of extreme ballet boots matching purple that seemed to have a platform extending well below them. The hobble skirt was attached to the waist of the jacket and to the ankles of the boots making it an even tighter prison holding the young woman in its firm embrace.

The camera panned up and around towards the rear of the outfit. There was a tug of the leash and the woman slowly shuffled around to give a full view to the camera. The hood was still featureless; no hint of a seam or release mechanism. There was a massively complex lock on the back of the posture collar. It looked like it belonged on a bank vault not bondage apparatus. There was a series of straps with strange locks all along the back of the jacket. The woman’s arms seemed to be tightly laced and strapped in place without the slightest chance of movement. There seemed to be to sets of laces at the side of the jacket which could be used to release or expand the waist as per the occupants requirements or her tormentors inclinations. The hobble skirt had a cut away showing the woman’s round bottom. It was clear that the edge of the cut away was heavily reinforced. Just at the top of her round bottom a silver band of steel bisecting the globes of her ass keeping a seemingly large integrated plug firmly locked in place. The camera zoomed in on this detail with a closer view. It could be seen that similar silver bands were just under Annie’s buttocks at the edge of the cut away.

The camera panned back and up; there was a tug on the leash and Annie slowly turned around to face the camera.

Glenda smiled, holding the microphone out jokingly and commenting, “Annie, could you tell us how you think your record attempt is going?”

Glenda taped the microphone, “Well I am waiting. Perhaps I have to punish you for not speaking when spoken to?” 

The camera zoomed in on Annie’s gagged face and then back out the person holding the leash stepped into the camera shot and stood next to Glenda. Glenda took the microphone away from Annie and pointed it at the new woman. “All joking aside Helen, can you prove to everyone that is still Annie under that lot.”

The camera focused in on Helen for a second she was dressed in very tight red rubber it looked like a skin tight cat suit. There were a pair of five inch high heels with triple buckled ankle straps. She wore a long hobble skirt with a zip down the side. The zip was half way down giving her some movement. She wore an under bust rubber corset over the top of the cat suit. She had a pair of elbow length latex gloves. There was a logo on top of her cat suit again advertising The-Erotic-Dungeon.com. She turned around to tend to Annie and the camera lingered on her bottom before focusing back out to show all three women.

Helen grinned. “Well give me a few minutes. I just need to relieve Annie of a couple of accessories.” It was quite clear that the entire interview had been ingrained on her as a sales opportunity. She moved behind Annie. Helen continued directing attention to Annie’s accessories. “This posture collar is a top of the line restraint you need to use a code a key and… ” Helen paused and with an exaggerated sensual gesture kissed the back of the mechanism. There was a pause a bleep and it disengaged.

Helen grinned holding it up in her right hand while keeping the other arm on Annie’s shoulder as a warning for her to stay still and behave. “Much like a fingerprint recognition system this lock recognises the unique patterns of a person’s lips your slaves are literally sealed with a kiss.”

Glenda grinned. “My that is a unique and novel mechanism, Helen. Now this hood looks like it’s been moulded to Annie’s face. Can you tell us more?”

Helen put the collar on a tray that was on a table located just to the side. She ran her right hand over the material, not letting go of Annie for a second. “In a way It is. The material is called cold vacuum form rubber. It gives the look and effect of an extremely tight piece of bondage. It’s made from a special kind of rubber that is very tough and durable, recently discovered. It is made in the shape of a hood on a vacuumed form. It starts as a hood several sizes smaller than the person who is going to be occupying it. A special solvent needs to be sprayed to the hood to make it malleable, and stretchable. After about five minutes or less the solvent more of a rubberising agent wears off the hood contracts and becomes far more confining and ridged.” 

Helen picked up a can of spray from the table.  A few squirts and several second later the camera could see the material loosening. Helen put the spray can back down gently grabbed the hood on the back and pulled. It came away to show a rather distressed looking damsel. The camera focused in on Annie then back out. Helen continued in the background, “As you can see Glenda, it is Annie. A little worse for wear but still quite pretty with her accessories.”

Glenda looked Annie up and down as Helen put the hood down and adjusted Annie’s hair. The hood was away completely, allowing Annie to hear again. “Helen can you give us some more details on Annie’s current situation and record attempt?” 

Helen grinned stroking Annie’s chin just below the strap. “It has been over a month now with nothing but perpetual tight bondage for Annie; the hood and the collar are semi-permanent additions. She has to wear them between 22 and 23 hours a day now unless I have something else in mind for her.”

Glenda had a little glint in her eyes as if she was enjoying the idea, “What brought about that?”

Helen looked stern and reached down to pat Annie on the bottom. “She started to become very defiant since our last interview, so I spoke to the erotic dungeon contacts and they gave me these two wonderful accessories. The collar is very high-tech. It has a remote tracking chip if she ever managed to run away.” 

Glenda looked over at the collar where it had been left a piece of product placement. “Surely a high tech piece of restraint like that has other functions?”

Helen held up a little remote from a table. “Oh yes, it also has a highly effective shock setting that was very useful in convincing Annie to improve her behaviour, especially at her weekly cleaning, She tried quite hard to ruin all the progress we had made by resisting going back in her little jacket. Thankfully that was short lived.”

Glenda took a closer look at Annie’s gag. “She is just as mute as ever, but is it me or does her gag look slightly different?”

Helen smiled. “Glenda dear, how perceptive of you. Since her last outburst at the last weekly cleaning she now sports a 3 and ¾ inch flexible rubber harness ball gag. I had to use a dental spreader to get her jaw wide enough to accommodate it but she hasn’t complained yet.” The two of them giggled. “Doesn’t she look so adorable so sexy with her lips wrapped around it, this model also has an integrated feeding tube so no need to remove the gag.” 

The camera focused on Annie’s distended lips stretched around the gag.. Glenda mused, “I can’t actually see buckles on the rubber straps?”

Helen grabbed Annie’s chin directing it to the camera. “The gag straps are made of a similar material to the hood. You need a can on the special chemical to treat the straps or the entire gag is quite impossible to remove. I remember her reaction as the straps shrunk pulling the gag into place. It was priceless. The whole thing is so tight you would have difficulty getting a matchstick between her skin and the straps.” 

Glenda made an observation and the camera jumped to focus. “I just noticed something about her eyes she doesn’t actually seem to be following us what’s going on?” 

Helen took a second to remember something, like she had memorized speech cards. “Well she has contacts. They are called solar shades. They mimic the look of regular eyes almost to a perfect match. With one important difference; they don’t let any light through they are also quite hard to remove without a special tool.” Helen held up something that looked like a tiny plunger.

Glenda waved her hand in front of Annie’s face. “So even without the hood she can’t see?” 

Helen put the tool down. “I have kept her in near total darkness for about a week now obviously. The lenses are changed once a day but other than that it’s lights out. I feel it helps bring out her submissive side and stops her acting up.”

Glenda ran her hand over Annie’s torso “That jacket looks quite different from the other two we have seen before. What happened to the original?”

Helen squeezed Annie around the waist. “It’s funny you should mention it but a collector bought the original jacket from the people at The-Erotic-Dungeon.com. Apparently he said that it would be worth a lot more once it became part of a successful record attempt. I think his wife has been modelling it for a bit. Perhaps his wife objected. Apparently he has made an offer on Annie’s original gag maybe to get a bit of peace and quiet!”

Glenda thrust the microphone forward. “Any way could you fill us in on the latest version of the jacket?”

Helen stroked and cupped Annie’s bottom. “As you know the Guinness world record people agreed we could take the jacket off for half an hour a week to clean little Annie up. They also agreed that we could put Annie back in a different jacket as long as it was equally secure. The people at The-Erotic-Dungen.com used this as an excuse to have a superior restraint in the works that could be applied to Annie. They might even be thinking up a version 4 now. Something new I have heard a hint that they want to add an extra layer to make her appear armless and perhaps a window at the front to give access to all Annie’s assets.”

Helen paused for a second to tap Annie on the shoulder a signal for her to turn on the spot away from the camera while Helen clasped her waist. “This jacket is very tight and rigid in certain area’s supported with a lot of internal reinforcement especially around the waist. The arms are practically sewn to the jacket. You can see the lacing and the straps. No way for Annie to even think about using them. It has integrated mittens which tightly hold her little fingers in place. The bottom of the jacket locks to the chastity belt so it’s really tight. If we put another layer on top of that it would look like Annie didn’t have any arms at all. Doesn’t she look so helpless and sexy so precious.”

Glenda looked down. “The belt what we could see from it looks rather different.”

There was an evil looking smile danced across Helen’s lips. “Oh yes that was an X01 custom made belt. This is an X02. It’s really tight and secure; it comes with a kiss lock. A tantaliser function just above the clitoris that is perfect for edging a distressed little damsel.” Helen suddenly had a remote in her hand; there was a muffled wail as Annie cried in desperation into her gag a plaintive wail accompanied by a light buzzing. She rocked on the spot, wiggling in her bonds. Her head went back shaking from side to side. Her shoulders moved as if she was trying to tug her arms free. She squirmed around, her waist moving a little against the tight compression. She struggled against her tight skirt trying to pull her legs apart or roll her hips anything to get more sensation.

Helen griped her tightly around the neck and kissed her on her gagged lips, “Now dear, you know it's going to be another three months at least before this is over.” Mercifully the buzzing was turned off and Annie stopped squirming as Helen put down the remote.

“Back to the belt. Tight thigh bands are anchored onto her body with support straps that make movement a lot harder. I have continued her training getting Annie to take an XXXL dominator custom made butt plug. It locks to the chastity belt but frankly you need a special key to expand and contract it just to get in in and out of poor little Annie. This model also comes with an amorous lube reservoir so that it deploys more aphrodisiac during the entire day continuing to torment poor Annie. It’s ribbed and slowly turns and vibrates inside her. It reacts to movement, part of the reason that she is standing so still. She absolutely hates the enforced exercise periods because of it.”

Glenda grinned. “Have you made any other changes to her quality of life due to the belt?”

Helen manoeuvred Annie around. She rubbed the crotch of Annie’s outfit and the outline of the belt could be seen beneath the fabric. “The erotic dungeon got me in touch with a dominatrix that specialises in edging and denial. She is a real professional; she managed to keep one slave girl without an orgasm but with constant stimulation for nearly six months. Every morning I strap Annie down and give her a two maybe two and a half hour session of teasing and denial using all the toys that the erotic dungeon can provide set on their lowest settings. She is really very horny and desperate. With the extra strength erotic lube she is ready to explode. It’s a good thing that she is nice and tightly wrapped unable to reach let alone scratch any itch.”

Glenda grinned. “Is that all?”

Helen smiled. “Well I must admit I have been cheating by adding some Orgasm Suppressing drugs to Annie’s diet. These aren't very difficult to find with my contacts. It’s all another punishment allowing me to tease her even more. Sometimes we let her get to the very precipice of pleasure, but the drugs prevent her from actually experiencing release!”

“That’s really wicked! Annie must be incredibly mad at you,” Glenda replied.

Then Glenda looked at Annie‘s feet. “She seems quite a bit taller. I assume that they are the locking ballet heel boots you were talking about last time?”

Helen continued with a sales pitch, the camera panned down. “Annie is confined to a custom made pair of ballet heel boots. They did a moulding of her cute little feet just to make it possible. She is very tightly locked in eight inch high ballet boots that have a large platform between the heel and the toe making them a little easier to stand in. But they are still hell to walk in. Each toe is clamped tightly in place with an individual metal loop over each toe, though there is a bit of padding. A strong shackle is locked around the ankle that really supports but contorts the joint as well ensuring that their is no way to get it off. They call them the sky strider heels for good reason. She is now up to six foot tall, comprising the two inches of platform and two inches of extra height  from the shoe added to her last pair. It took many weeks of training to get her used to wearing these. They integrate with the rest of her restraints. The bottom of the skirt locks to the heels making it all so much tighter and more restrictive. You could see earlier how little she could squirm about!”

Glenda looked over Annie’s bottom the camera moved up Helen turned her around to face the away from the camera. “That skirt seems far more solid yet missing certain parts?” 

Helen squeezed Annie’s exposed ass. “Well it’s quite a bit tighter than the last model. It has a thicker stronger fabric with attachments at the top which locks onto the jacket and attachments at the bottom, which lock onto the shoes as I just discussed. It's also another three inches longer to accommodate the heels and platform, Annie is wearing sexy silk stockings under that lot. Clipped to her chastity belt to help it slide over her legs so she can get a bit of locomotion.” 

Glenda mockingly pouted at Helen. “You are skirting around the issue with the large subtraction from her outfit.”

Helen grinned. “It started as a product demonstration just the once. The cut out was so we could hook up an enema machine to Annie's plug on her belt. We were giving a small select audience a little demonstration, the edge of the fabric is quite toughly reinforced there is no way it could be torn despite how ever many weeks Annie has been trying to struggle free.”

Glenda prompted her, “Back to the story.”

The camera panned back Helen grinned “It quickly becomes apparent that Annie absolutely hates the enemas and desperately struggled to get out of her jacket at the first application. But obviously she can't so it was on with the demonstration. Annie was asked to give a bit of feedback concerning the machine. She was given the opportunity before being re-gagged to cooperate. She did not co-operate and was very disobedient and naughty. I guess she was resisting taking part in the demonstration, being so horny and desperate!”

Helen gestured to a machine to one side of the room. “I responded to Annie’s little tantrum by taking her back to the enema machine and giving her a much larger dose and now making her retain it! As an added punishment, during her next cleaning, one of the few times she is usually free of the jacket and usually fairly comfortable, she was given a small enema before it. She found herself quite uncomfortable. The old jacket was removed and they cleaned her but then we increase the size of the enema then put her into her current new tighter jacket. This caused her all sorts of grief before letting her release quite a while later. Obviously we couldn’t torment her quite so much if we had to unwrap her every time.”

Glenda grinned and Annie seemed to tremble for a second. “Tell me more about your relationship? How has it changed?”

Helen smiled. “It’s a little bit like prisoner and jailer. Annie was really disobedient for a product demonstration. I gave her a choice of punishment sleep with an enema or a hood, both of which she would hate. Annie was too slow to decide so I did both, putting her to bed with a large retained enema and a tight claustrophobic hood, the current one you saw. Additionally Annie has ended up receiving nightly massages to help her sleep, while she’s full with an enema. I have ended up doing product demonstrations with Annie and massages techniques. It helps keep her in line. Some dominatrix really like to give enema massages to their prey to break them quickly.” Annie seemed to pull away a muffled protest in her lips as she shook her head at the thought.

Helen continued after a brief pause to gently push Annie back onto the spot. “I think that I have developed a sadistic side. Well a more sadistic side. Annie misbehaved until she ended up with small retention enema's as part of her daily life, though I have yet to treat her today. The suit is made of some sort of layered material. One layer is a Kevlar like material that will not stretch much. I imagine Annie is in a great deal of distress and discomfort with her arms wrapped tightly around her own stomach. The material stretches only a little, hiding the immense pressure beneath it when I do give her a little discipline.” Helen stroked Annie’s stomach who seemed to flinch away from the touch. “Annie is also benefiting from a high fibre liquid diet.”

“Meaning…?” Glenda asked referring to the last content.

“Oh, her body frequently tries to release her bowels. But being that she remains plugged up all the time with this monster, her body doesn’t get to decide when she can expel anything. I do.”

“And that’s not often I’m betting.”

“Nope. Thankfully her diet is largely liquidly, so she can’t be injured. She just gets to stay plugged up and ready for some release for hours at a time. We usually try to schedule her exercise around such tense times.”

Glenda snickered, pulling a mock face of horror. Then the reporter Glenda looked at the machine to the side. “Are you going to give us a demonstration today?”

Helen pulled a protesting Annie towards the machine. Her struggles were minimal but the poor girl could feel the huge embedded buttplug dildo flexing and vibrating in response to her movement. Helen stroked Annie’s bottom while fiddling with the complex looking machine. "So Annie, it's time for your enema. Now I'll give you a choice, you either take the half-gallon of warm mildly soapy water while we keep your waist nice and snug, and you don't get to expand an inch. Or, you take the full gallon and a half of extra cold extra soapy water the one with crushed ice cubes you remember. Each will feel different. You get to decide, which one do you like more?”

“Mmmppphh mmpph!!” Annie frenetically struggled against her restraints almost over balancing to the left. She was begging into her gag for mercy.

Helen cupped her chin, “Aren't I nice to offer you such choices?"

Helen bent Annie at the waist over a nearby set of restraining bars, locking her neck in place next to the machine. Annie‘s fantastic bottom looked even better with her bent over the bar ass in the air. She was hysterically shrieking into her gag. The plug connected with a dull click to a hose and there was a pumping sound moments later.

“Alright, the full gallon and a half of extra cold extra soapy water, like you asked for, Annie.” she said, pressing a button and the machine began to churn.

Annie started to sob and shake as the machine did its work. The camera panned around the machine showing Annie’s tear filled face and still fiercely struggling body. It panned back to the embedded anal plug and the camera could see it vibrating slightly as Annie struggled. The camera also focused several times on her belly though as expected no swelling was particularly visible.

The machine rumbled and whirred away for about ten minutes, the camera footage jumping and speeding up the process. When it was done, Helen came over humming to herself as she did. She disconnected the hose and patted her patient on the bottom.

“Good girl. Look at her squirm. If she was not tightly gagged just imagine all the naughty words that would be coming out. Do you need a helpful soothing massage to relax you? Yes, you do." Helen released the sobbing Annie from her bent over position and allowed her to stand. She seemed to be in a great deal of discomfort thought the tight jacket didn’t seem to be that much altered.

Annie struggled to stand upright, wanting to frequently bend over, probably to relieve the intense pressure in her belly and bowels.

Glenda commented, patting Annie on the belly, “Isn’t she cute the way she squeals. Ooh, she’s fun to pet.”

“Yes she is. Go ahead and play with her belly if you want. She is used to it.” Helen laughed.

Glenda smiled and did just that. She poked and prodded Annie’s middle, who tried weakly to turn away. She grabbed hold of Annie’s waist with her hand and sank her fingers and thumb in a rhythmic motion into her Kevlar layered middle. Annie squealed and tried weakly to pull away.

“Now now Annie, good girls have good posture.” Helen declared, reaching for a remote in her pocket. She pressed a button and suddenly Annie practically jumped on the spot, standing up ramrod straight and howling into her gag.

Helen smiled. “It’s funny you mention it but she has a crude internal massage system built into her suit now. It only discharges electrical shocks to her abdominal muscles, and only as a punishment if she isn’t standing straight. She sometimes tries to curl over because her little tummy hurts, but this makes sure she doesn’t!”

She pressed the button again and Annie jumped once more. “There. It’s on automatic. She must have good posture until it’s turned off or else… zap! But we have a new bondage bed being delivered for Annie in a few days time. It’s designed to give automated helpful soothing massages with electric current and other apparatus. It was built by a bondage studio and we get to try it out. All their other subs and sadists chickened out for the showcase and testing.” There were more wails and muffled curses form Annie at this revelation of further torments to come. 

Helen’s eyes glinted with sadistic pleasure and arousal. “It’s said that if you want, and you are brave enough, the bed can stimulate your intestinal muscles, and actually make them work backwards. Basically your ass would suck on an enema nozzle like a straw, and swallow your enema into yourself. I can only imagine how insane that will feel.”

Annie whined again, shaking her head fiercely ‘no’, making her pigtails bounce. Helen merely cooed and reached up to stroke Annie’s bound breasts through her suit.

Glenda shifted a little higher. “Now back to her breasts is there some sort of device under the jacket?”

Helen picked something from the table and held it up. It was something that looked like a cross between a cage, a bear trap, and a clamp. “Well Glenda, our sponsors decide that she needed some more accessories to field test. You can see the spider cage clamps. They look at bit like a mechanical spider or cage that clamps around the entire breast, radiating out from the nipple. The nipple is pulled through the centre here and this ring that can be turned actually tightens a three way screw clamp around the nipple. It’s a little like the chuck on a drill clamping onto a drill bit. Of course the cages clamp pretty tightly around the breast itself. They are lined with little rubbery spikes and are quite immobile once the screw clamps are in place.”

Glenda examined the item the camera zoomed in as she commented. “They don’t just sit there passively. It looks like there would be some sort of active mechanisms?”

Helen grinned and held up a little purple box. “They are controlled remotely and can vibrate or contract or apply an electric shock. They were applied while Annie was being cleaned so they are tight under the jacket with no way to get them off until her next cleaning, where they might have something worse waiting for her. They have a version in production  designed to constantly tweak and tease her nipples adding to her sexual frustration. Not that having her sensitive buds locked away in a set of clamps has not helped to keep her frustrated.”

Glenda examined Annie. “Have you had any trouble keeping her fitness regime up?”

Helen taped her subject’s legs. “We had Annie doing exercises without her hobble skirt and heels. She is a very quick little runner, even bound like this. We found with the heels she is still surprisingly quick when properly motivated. But with the heels and skirt she is doomed, though it is fun to watch her try to keep up with a fitness program. With the new hobble skirt the cut away to shows off her tight round bottom. It is just as restrictive and we got a hose clamped to the butt plug in her chastity belt and started using automatic corrections being applied when she failed with tasks keeping up with various exercises.”

Glenda grinned some more. “Have you used any other interesting gadgets on her?”

Helen smiled. “We are quite lucky. A number of times Annie gets to play with new gadgets. One was a heavy duty ring gag called a feeder gag. Imagine a very strict ring gag set up forcing Annie's mouth open. There is a rubber feeding plug and she has to get the ring gag down all the way to the base to get it to contact and activate it. So it is a struggle for her to get her gagged lips all the way to the base of the plug. When it finally does get there, it locks in place to feed her.” Annie looked frightened and shook her head.

Helen continued. “She also played with a couple of versions automated training devices. One shaped like a pussy and the other like a penis. She had to work on them locked in a sitting position. Various encouragements are added to her plug; if she performs well it vibrates, if she dose-not you would be surprised with a little adjustment how much this jacket can expand.” Helen joked getting a sour look from Annie. "I said to her well Annie you look a bit fat so i have to cut down on your food, if you do want something else well you could earn it."

Helen patted Annie on the head "Now you've got something to occupy your time Isn't that great?" the response was more mute curses.

Helen stroked Annie again along her jaw. “Also a side effect of the aphrodisiac it cause her be incredibly hungry. she's constantly becoming hungry, so she has no choice but to suck on the feeder and sate her hunger filled for a bit, or suffer in muted pain. Imagine Couple feeling constantly crushing hunger pains with being uncomfortably full with an enema... and still incredibly horny, and well that's an all new form of agony and poor little Annie she's totally unable to do ANYTHING about it except squirm and mew into her gag.” 

Glenda was a real sadist. “Go on I am sure that there is more.”

Helen used a mock innocent voice. “I might have played with the settings, the feeder gag remembers her performance and grades her. It demands she never get worse and demands little Annie frequently improves. Poor little Annie quickly reached a point where she can't get any better. However the program doesn't know this and it's always being a bit harsh on her. Annie was forced to get really very good at orally stimulating her feeder.”

Helen looked at Glenda “Would you like to stay and participate in a demonstration?”

“I think so” Glenda responded hungrily.

The interview ended there with a focus on Annie’s distressed face.