Dark and lonely

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Cast: Elise
Genres: BDSM, Bondage, Fetish

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 tied to the rear legs behind her. A rope twists around her neck and is straped 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 bush 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 acquire off on. She’s horny there in the attic with no way to get off. And her skin never stops moving the whole time. In a constant 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 tie 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 balloons, then continues down her chest before flogging her peach. It happens so quickly, without time for her to prepare, that she’s caught completely off guard. Within seconds she is weeping. 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 weep out immediately while others leave a mouth wanting to cry 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 accept 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 peach. One foot moves to it’s own tune. In response, I accept thin leather strips and tie her big toes off to the chair. When I’m done I flog her armpits. The screaming is so harsh 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 hooter so goddamn hard yet she didn’t let a peep out. But her flesh was shaking and her mouth was locked down hard on that gag. When that vibrator finally hit her pussy 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 bare and sitting in The Electric Chair. She’s gagged and she’s chained in a way that immobilizes her. Unable to move an inch she waits for the power to obtain turned on to the chair. She doesn’t have to wait long. The first time she feels it her whole body jerks at the shock. Then again and over again, until she isn’t just jerking anymore –she’s weeping 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, screaming and trying to get away 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 flesh in an effort to acquires 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 acquire poked over her nose before taping the buttocks 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 severe the less she is able to breathe inside that bag. She gets to the point where she cries out in long drawn out verses, the bag expanding and collapsing ever quicker. She starts to panic now. Nipple are added which send her crying in a one continuous, desperate plea. When she thinks she can not 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 ultimate I can’t even hear myself think. She is seriously trying to get not here from the electricity while taking these cane strokes at the same time. She desperately tries to get up and not here 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, heavy 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 cunt. I drew her ankles up and bound them to the horse. Then I wrapped a rope around her chest and drew her wrists up to that so her elbows indeed jutted away 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 labia 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 bush. It is clear from the onset that she is going for the breathing concept, much like a pregnant girl does to acquire thru a pregnancy, where she concentrates on what’s most important and all else filters down. Breath. Breath. Her horny bum 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 pussy ’cause she’s so totally into what is happening to her. So I tell her, if you can obtain yourself off, doing what you are doing, do it. And she ultimately does…all by herself! But then she is heavy punished for it. She’s flogged over her jubblies. We stop and watch her break down. Closing in on her face. We know she wants to cum over again. Big tears keep falling from her eyes. Her face is in distress. She’s clearly crying 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 straped. 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 belly 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 Movie 9 Advanced Profile, 2915kbps
Audio: 156kbps