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There was a distinct plastic crunch. The girl imagined how Edward twists the cap from the bottle, and winds the nozzle in the form of a penis, time for her dragged on very slowly. Annabelle's thoughts were filled with painful bladder control and tight perineal muscles. With another spasm, the girl was thrown into a cold sweat.
"My love, it's time to get you drink, open your beautiful mouth."
*Don't delay.. Hurry up, I can't take it anymore.*
The blinded girl willingly obeyed with her mouth open, thirst was also her unresolved need. The girl understood that the sooner she got drunk, the sooner she would get into the ladies' room. But Edward had other plans, he was in no hurry and enjoyed his game.
Edward carefully hugged Annabelle between his strictly shackled arms and waist, gallantly pressed the restrained girl to him, paternally kissed her forehead sweating from tension, then slowly brought the bottle to the lips of the captive playing with her, watching in a funny way when Annabelle catches the neck with her lips.
To the pleasant surprise of the girl, it was a standard plastic bottle neck, there was no nozzle in the form of a penis with a thin hole inside. This made it possible to drink water from a bottle much faster.
Edward slowly lifted the bottle, forcing the girl to raise her head as much as possible, then tilted the bottle, allowing Annabelle to drink freely.
Annabelle began to gulp water down in long sips while fighting spasms, trying to buy time for her bladder, but Edward controlled the angle of the bottle, controlling the amount of water she drank.
"Hush, Honey, be patient, you'll choke, please don't rush."
The drunk water pressed like a stone on the bladder, increased the already high painful pressure in the girl's groin, forcing Annabelle to pause in order to maximally strain the muscles of the perineum, holding her back from sipping. The girl broke into a cold sweat.
"Annabelle, why did you stop, don't be naughty? You need to drink every last drop of water in the bottle."
Having overcome the painful spasm, the girl obeyed by continuing to drink water, intensifying her humiliating torture, getting rid of one need, but multiplying another. Tears of despair streamed down Annabelle's bandaged cheeks. It was so humiliating to stand naked in front of a man who strictly controlled her natural needs, obediently obeying his demands, in an attempt to earn with her behavior the opportunity to urinate faster in the toilet. But the most offensive thing was that these humiliations caused in Annabelle an unknown early feeling of sexual pleasure and an ever greater growing attachment and admiration for her mysterious Boyfriend, on whom she was now completely dependent.