He ask her if she has ever been gagged before. She tells him yes, but when he comes back with a large black ball gag and buckles it tightly into her face hole, it is clear from the dead stare she hasn't ever been really gagged. The room is quiet as she tries to figure out how this makes her feel. She likes communication and now she finds herself silenced. Her eyes dart about the room at times. Awkward is written all over her. Jr continues to tie her to the chair, immobilizing her to it. When he goes to fetch a clear plastic bag to pull over her head she watches him. The moment she realizes what he is doing she becomes visibly shaken. Her chest heaves up and down at a noticeably faster pace. Her heart rate quickening. The adrenaline clearly is pumping through her body sparked by what she knows is about to happen to her. When he ask her if she is nervous she shakes her head up and down. He removes her ball gag and she takes a hard swallow. Then the bag is immediately pulled over her head. She lets out one little murmur of fear that she couldn't contain. He doesn't tie a cord around her neck to seal the bag just yet. She stares straight ahead. After a moment he ask her: not so bad, see?. A breaking "yeah", laden with a dry mouth, fear and great apprehension leaves her face hole. Then he walks over to her and ties the cord around her neck. As he tightens it she lets out another, uncontainable murmur of fear and dread. It is clear she is trying hard to check herself --and then it's tied. Immediately she exhales another tense, breaking murmur. It's like she's on the edge of a precipice. Sure her life is going to end at that moment. She knows right away, instinctively, she needs to control her breathing. It collapses around her face on the intake --she's like a ****** inside the bag. Fear and sharp eyes with a direct stare is all she can muster. After another few moments he unties the cord and lets in fresh air without removing the bag. Her breath comes out quickly but in fast stutters. She swallows hard and lets out fear laden sounds masked as normality. When he comes back around to tighten the cord around her neck she never fails to let out a quivering murmur. The bag seals around her head once more and she purses her lips to control her breathing. Her head barely fits in the small, clear bag, the sides of it so close to her face. When she exhales it is almost as if the bag wants to burst, nowhere for the excess to go. It doesn't take long for the air to become used and thin, warm. When he finally comes back to remove the cord you can see and feel the tension leave her body. As though she felt like she just dodged a bullet, death even. The next time he tightens it around her neck he slams a hitachi on her cunt as well. The combination of all her senses being overloaded causes her to scream out. She doesn't know whether to enjoy the vibrator or worry about breathing. The condensation grows heavy in the bag with the new found expulsion of hot air. She sounds like someone is cutting her down the middle with a sharp knife as the sound of her and the hitachi fill the room. Every breath she makes is stuttered and halting. She gasps instead of breathing. It's getting hard to see her in there. Jr ask if she feels like cumming. She tells him yes and he warns her to ask for permission before doing so --and she does immediately. He gives her permission to do so as long as she stares straight at you, the viewer. And with a scream that gets caught by a bag, she peels off an orgasm she didn't know she could have.