Kneeling, blindfolded and gagged with a headgear that affixes her head to a post, Calico is a mute lump of flesh for us to work over. The flog, hitachi and lash all make an appearance. Red welts quickly form stripes across her pale flesh, as the sleep mask prevents her from anticipating the next blow. The vibrator elicits moans from beneath her stringent gag as she squirms defenselessly.