Mar 102015

Elise BDSM
Year of manufacture:2011
Genre: BDSM, Bondage, Fetish
Duration:01:13:18
In roles:Elise
Description: Elise has been left up in a dark, lonely part of The Attic. She’s in the Spider Bench, nude, ankles manacled to the legs while her wrists are bound to the rear legs behind her. A cord twists around her neck and is bound 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 although she were in heat. Her vagina wholly demonstrated and in the midst of trying to hump something that isn’t there. Her breathing clearly distorted and gasping. She occasionally bucks her whole flesh looking for something to get off on. She’s lustful there in the attic with no way to acquire off. And her flesh 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 at last go up into the attic to check on her. Changing her position I untie her arms from the Spider Armchair and then restrain 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 tits, then lasts down her thorax before spanking her vulva. It takes place so quickly, without time for her to prepare, that she’s caught wholly off guard. Within seconds she is crying. Screaming out. She endeavours to shake her flesh, to shake off the sting. But she can barely move as it is and then the flogger starts out in on her back. Some strikes make her cry out instantaneously while others leave a oral cavity wanting to moan 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 bush, wiping it tensely 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 vulva, leaving it there. Slobber and snot run from her face hollows, coating her thorax before running down off her cunny. One foot moves to it’s own tune. In response, I take thin leather strips and bound up her large toes off to the bench. When I’m done I flog her armpits. The yelling is so fervent 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 milker so goddamn maximum yet she didn’t let a peep out. But her flesh was fluctuating and her mouth was locked down harsh on that gag. When that vibrator at the last moment 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 Denied.
Now we find Elise nude and sitting in The Electric Stool. She’s with gag in mouth 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 armchair. She doesn’t have to wait long. The first time she feels it her entire body jerks at the shock. Then again and again, until she isn’t just jerking anymore –she’s moaning while at the same time trying to pick her flesh up off of the chair. It’s very clear this is an practice that is taxing her. Because she never stops yelling 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 hollows in her face. Just the energy she is expending with the yelling, shouting and trying to acquire 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 gain some of The whole bench starts out to move across the room now. I step up and be a awesome lad and turn it down a bit. But I as well pull down over her head a clear bag. A few cavities accept poked over her nose before taping the booty of the bag around her neck. There she’s left, bag expanding and collapsing over her head as she attempts to breath. I make sure to turn the electricity right back up before leaving. As we watch her it’s clear that as things become more intensive the less she is able to breathe inside that bag. She gets to the point where she groans out in long drawn out verses, the bag expanding and collapsing ever quicker. She starts to panic now. Teat squeezes are combined which send her bawling in a one unceasing, desperate plea. When she thinks she can’t 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. Instantaneously I start in on her thighs. Never giving her much of a break to soak in the previous spanking, I just start in on the next thigh. The screaming is so intensive I can’t even hear myself think. She is utmostly trying to get away from the electricity while taking these cane strokes at the same time. She desperately endeavours to accept up and away from the easy-chair to no avail. Within seconds she shows marks from the cane. I know her voice had to be hoarse after this episode.
Elise did a lot of rocking today. Rocking her skin when in difficult, fierce situations. This episode was no exception. Nude, 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 aching. She’s right, plus this one is electrified under the thighs and vulva. I drew her ankles up and restrained them to the horse. Then I wrapped a rope around her torso and drew her wrists up to that so her elbows really jutted away from her thorax and kept her from easily resting her hands onto the horse itself. I watched her a bit. Obviously turned on, she kept rocking her vagina against the A-frame of the horse, kisser ajar. That’s when I picked up a wide leather belt and buckled it forcefully around her neck. Till 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 vagina. It is clear from the onset that she is going for the breathing concept, much like a pregnant maiden does to get thru a pregnancy, where she concentrates on what’s most valuable and all else filters down. Breath. Breath. Her hot bottom starts out to find a rhythm up there on The Horse. She shakes it back and forth in a rhythmic manner. Clearly it works for her vagina ’cause she’s so completely 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 chastised for it. She’s flogged over her breasts. We finish and watch her break down. Closing in on her face. We know she wants to cum again. Enormous tears keep falling from her eyes. Her face is in distress. She’s clearly shouting when I ask her if she desires to cum. Between the sobs she says…”yes”.
At the last moment, she is taken off of the horse and box fixed. 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 pushed into the cavity. Once inside she is walked to the back of the concrete entrance and told to acquire down on the ground. Onto her belly so I can location 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 hollow I entered in, reclaim the floor and leave for the night. Elise is on her own.

Elise BDSM

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Elise BDSM

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