Rachel has become obsessed with InstantGraham as of late. Men are always sending her lingerie, makeup, and useless trinkets that clutter up the house. None of this bothers or bothered me until I came home one evening after a loooong day of work. I ask Rachel to come over and take my boots off, but she gives me an attitude as she poses on the bed taking selfies. The next thing Rachel knows, she is in the basement in her new lingerie and I am there as well. This is pretty much all she does 24/7 and even though I am exhausted, I care too much about Rachel to let her ruin her life with internet nonsense. I "wake" her up a little by roughly manhandling and groping her as she complains and whimpers. Her wrists are bound behind her with thin twine, before I tie her to the sturdy basement post at her waist. A large football is stuffed and then taped in her mouth, which makes for a very effective gag. I clover clamp her nipples and then tie them together. Her elbows and forearms are also bound tightly with twine and the cruelly pulled up and tied off to the top of the post. I remove my belt and repeatedly whip Rachel's ass with it. She yelps and stomps her feet as she deals with her ordeal and the yanking of the clamps when she flinches upon impact. I step away for a short while leaving her to endure her strict bondage. Even though I let her arms down and remove the elbow bondage, I'm not done with her though, a reverse prayer is next. I This is where Part 1 ends.