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Release Year: 2010
Genres: BDSM, Bondage, Fetish
Video language: English

Elise has been left up in a dark, lonely part of The Attic. She’s in the Spider Chair, naked, ankles manacled to the legs while her wrists are restrained to the rear legs behind her. A rope twists around her neck and is chained off to the ceiling directly above her. This keeps her back straight and her neck pulled up taunt. It also keeps her breathing restricted. As we find her she is writhing about, choking herself. It is almost as though she were in heat. Her vagina fully exposed and in the midst of trying to hump something that isn’t there. Her breathing clearly distorted and gasping. She occasionally bucks her entire skin looking for something to get off on. She’s horny there in the attic with no way to get off. And her body never stops moving the whole time. In a permanent state of gyrations, of choking herself, the humping of air. She’s in heat. After some time I finally go up into the attic to check on her. Changing her position I untie her arms from the Spider Chair and then fix them up over her head and slightly behind her. Now she’s quartered and a ball gag goes in to round things out. Without warning the flogger makes contact with her titties, then continues down her chest before flogging her bush. It happens so quickly, without time for her to prepare, that she’s caught completely off guard. Within seconds she is screaming. Screaming out. She tries to shake her skin, to shake off the sting. But she can barely move as it is and then the flogger starts in on her back. Some strikes make her cry out immediately while others leave a mouth wanting to scream but unable to, at least for the first few seconds afterward. She is sobbing as I find a broken piece of shingle lying on the floor. I take the coarse end and rough her nipples up with it and then move to her cunt, wiping it vigorously over her clit. When I’m done she’s a heaving, sobbing mess; unable to control her emotions. I grab Big Blue on a stick and mount it into her labia, leaving it there. Slobber and snot run from her face holes, coating her chest before running down off her bush. One foot moves to it’s own tune. In response, I take thin leather strips and fix her big toes off to the chair. When I’m done I flog her armpits. The screaming is so severe that I tell her to shut up and cease making noise for any further strikes. Oh my god, I don’t know how she did it but she did. I struck that tit so goddamn hard yet she didn’t let a peep out. But her body was shaking and her mouth was locked down hard on that gag. When that vibrator finally hit her vulva you should have heard the begging. She’d been in heat for some time and now and after all she’d been thru, she was beyond desperate for release. Denied.
Now we find Elise naked and sitting in The Electric Chair. She’s gagged and she’s fixed in a way that immobilizes her. Unable to move an inch she waits for the power to get turned on to the chair. She doesn’t have to wait long. The first time she feels it her whole skin jerks at the shock. Then over again and again, until she isn’t just jerking anymore –she’s screaming while at the same time trying to pick her flesh up off of the chair. It is very clear this is an experience that is taxing her. Because she never stops crying at the absolute top of her lungs while at the same time she has very large tears dropping from each eye and snot/slobber is pouring through the holes in her face. Just the energy she is expending with the screaming, crying and trying to get not here has to be sucking what’s left of her endurance away. It has become so much for her that she begins to violently shake her whole skin in an effort to gain some type of relief. The whole chair starts to move across the room now. I step up and be a beautiful guy and turn it down a bit. But I also pull down over her head a clear bag. A few holes obtain poked over her nose before taping the ass of the bag around her neck. There she’s left, bag expanding and collapsing over her head as she tries to breath. I make sure to turn the electricity right back up before leaving. As we watch her it is clear that as things become more ultimate the less she is able to breathe inside that bag. She acquires to the point where she weeps out in long drawn out verses, the bag expanding and collapsing ever quicker. She starts to panic now. Nipple clips are added which send her screaming in a one continuous, desperate plea. When she thinks she cannot handle it anymore the bag is removed and replaced with a latex breath hood. Inside the hood I place her soiled panties. Once the hood is on a cane is procured. Immediately I start in on her thighs. Never giving her much of a break to soak in the previous caning, I just start in on the next thigh. The screaming is so heavy I cannot even hear myself think. She is seriously trying to obtain not here from the electricity while taking these cane strokes at the same time. She desperately tries to acquire up and away from the chair to no avail. Within seconds she shows marks from the cane. I know her voice had to be hoarse after this scene.
Elise did a lot of rocking today. Rocking her flesh when in difficult, severe situations. This scene was no exception. Naked, in an elbow harness and atop The Wooden Horse, the moment she got on it she told me it was a device designed for nothing but maximum discomfort. She’s right, plus this one is electrified under the thighs and peach. I drew her ankles up and straped them to the horse. Then I wrapped a rope around her chest and drew her wrists up to that so her elbows in reality jutted not here from her torso and kept her from easily resting her hands onto the horse itself. I watched her a bit. Obviously turned on, she kept rocking her cunny against the A-frame of the horse, mouth ajar. That’s when I picked up a wide leather belt and buckled it tightly around her neck. Until she was gasping. So there she sits, precariously perched as nothing prevents her fall but herself, with a wide leather belt around her neck and amperage running through her thighs and peach. It is clear from the onset that she is going for the breathing concept, much like a pregnant damsel does to obtain thru a pregnancy, where she concentrates on what’s most important and all else filters down. Breath. Breath. Her horny asshole starts to find a rhythm up there on The Horse. She shakes it back and forth in a rhythmic manner. Clearly it works for her labia ’cause she’s so totally into what is happening to her. So I tell her, if you can get yourself off, doing what you are doing, do it. And she ultimately does…all by herself! But then she is harshly punished for it. She’s flogged over her tits. We stop and watch her break down. Closing in on her face. We know she wants to cum once more. Big tears keep falling from her eyes. Her face is in distress. She’s clearly screaming when I ask her if she wants to cum. Between the sobs she says…"yes".
In the end, she is taken off of the horse and box chained. Then walked to a small hole in the floor where she is told to enter down into the ground, in a small crawl space where she can be left for the night. Once the floor has been dismantled she is charged into the hole. Once inside she is walked to the back of the concrete entrance and told to get down on the ground. Onto her stomach so I can place her into a hogtie for the evening. Once secured she is left to her own devices in the small concrete walkway beneath ground. I simply leave the hole I entered in, reclaim the floor and leave for the night. Elise is on her own.

Format: Windows Media
Duration: 1:13:18
Video: 960×540, Windows Media Video 9 Advanced Profile, 2915kbps
Audio: 156kbps



File size: 1.6 GB

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