My job was to keep Carissa "busy" for the day. I never ask why as I don't need to know. I have also been informed that it is not necessary if she is comfortable. It all started easy enough, I had Carissa up against a sturdy post with her arms behind her and bound around the post. A gag is not necessary as we are in the middle of nowhere, but I soon get tired of the constant complaining and I am bored. I look through what is available at the hideout and find a ballgag, rope, and tape. My boredom gets the best of me and I decide to have some creative fun. I tightly strap in the black ballgag, then I manhandle her for a while before adding a waist and crotchrope to Carissa's predicament. I then pull the crotchrope up and forward, before tying her legs apart wide. Watching Carissa struggle and tremble as she deals with having her muscular legs spread so far somewhat cures my boredom, but now I have the urge to continue on. I decide to help out a bit, by tying a length of rope into her hair and tying it off to the post above her head. After groping her tits earlier, I am now curious, so I snip away her blouse and bra. Her crotchrope is attached to a chain hoist and before I do anything else, I tighten it up a tad more. I enjoy watching her drool as she endures her strenuous bondage with her tits out, but after a while boredom starts to set in once again. This is where Part 1 ends.