Lane (27.05.2010)

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

She is sitting in a armchair, feet not touching the ground and fully dressed when we find her. Her hair is a fiery, deep auburn. It’s severe not to notice how the color takes you aback. She looks nervous, and is. She manages a weak smile sometimes as we watch her like a bunch of voyeurs. Her name is asked, "Lane". Age? "20". She’s told to get up and take her shirt off. She looks directly into the movie cam with a new kind of excitement as her arms are brought into an elbow harness. Once her arms and wrists are secured she’s told obtain her pants and shoes off. She doesn’t think she can do it but we know greater. She has to think, to improvise, figure it out. When she takes too long the whip is brought to bear on her backside, her exposed thorax. She sucks it in and endeavours stronger as the welts already start out to show on her fair skin. When she is lastly undressed she is told to sit back in the easy-chair. Her wrists are bound to the top of the bench causing her fixed arms to push her forward, her torso, her hooters as well pushed forward and out. Her ankles and thighs are restrained to the legs of the bench. Her peach totally exposed. Her arms are then wrapped with saran wrap. A hard leather collar is vigorously brought about her neck and secured. Truly constricting. Her face changes to red and becomes fuller. Her voice sounds a number of. She is our trinket now. Something to just look at for a moment, her exposure and the way she handles it. Her whip marks from earlier are clearly visible now. A clothespin is placed on her clit. Her arms are wrapped another time with black vet wrap constricting them even further. She is asked when the last time she wanked was, "Last night". The whip begins in on her torso, focusing it’s attention right on her bust and then teats. It distracts her. She can’t seem to finish her sentence. She tries harsh to prolong a conversation with me, whip marks beginning to show in numbers now on her chest. She keeps trying and I keep whipping. She is squirming now, she tries to get away from each blow but there’s nowhere to go. Her face hollow showing every nuance of fear and desperation –to get the bang away from that whip. Her complete upper body is lit up. From her rose to the butt of her neck she has fiery red lesions. Welt marks run across her hooters and over her chest in a single lines, raised and angry looking. While the sting is still fresh on her skin her upper body is as well wrapped with vet wrap, stern it tightly, flattening her breasts. A pair of hemostats is brought out and connected to the hair in one armpit. Then I find out precisely where she is most ticklish. It looks like it’s the foot and it sends her into a fit. She isn’t even thinking about that whipping anymore. But she will. After she assembles herself, after the last vestige of a smile has left her face the cane comes out. It strikes her on the thigh first. She instantly sucks in a deep breath. She controls it. It’s like she’s in a Lamaze class. Then the tickling starts out right back up another time. On that foot. She goes from hardly being able to contain the flood of pain to bursting out in harsh laughter. Then BAM! That cane strikes her another time right on the top of the thigh. Her brain at once switches gears. Now it is unbearable, sharp pain. The kind that makes you suck in deep like you fell into a cold stream. She even begins to break down a little, something more just under the surface that she let out a couple of times before she could reel it in. And then the tickling starts out in again. It almost immediately changes her face, her countenance. She can’t control it, this contrast, this juxtaposition of pleasure and pain, happiness and sadness. And so she is subjected to this roller coaster ride over and over. Until lastly, her head is wrapped. Wrapped where the only thing displayed is her face hollow and nose. And then her armpit hairs are pulled from her skin using the hemostats. Huge bunches of them are pulled instantly, she shouts out, but before she can even finish her burst of noise the cane falls intense onto her one more thigh. It is a twofold torturing she wasn’t in readiness for nor could see coming. Then, first the whip followed by the flogger, her upper body takes a caning. When the Celebrator hits her clit she almost has a convulsion. Her entire body changes, dips and soaks in that overwhelming feeling of complete immersion. It’s followed by the Hitachi which appears to be a total body experience for her. It is like she doesn’t even have control of herself anymore. The stool, just beneath her cunt hole is soaked in white fluid that seeped from her pussy. I aggregate it on a stick and have her suck it like a lollipop. In conclusion, she begs for an apogee as tho’ she were begging for her life.
Unclothed, on her knees and locked into a extreme wooden stock when we find her next. Her huge toes have been restrained unitedly and then tied up to her stockade. Pencils are then taped between her fingers, tightly. She doesn’t think she can take it but we know better. She groans out in pain. The pencils providing a constant source of it. And, heaven forbid, she touch or bump them into anything. She grimaces as we watch her deal with it. Then come the pap squeezes, something to help take her mind off the handy pencils. When they go on she groans out in pain. Weights are added to them. She is told to spin around for us, so we can see her booty. Doing so causes her clips to swing like fierce pendulums, back and forth. What can she do? She is in for a long session of whipping. It starts at her feet and works its way up her bottom and backside. There is nowhere for her to go. She takes it. She deals with it by breathing extreme, sucking in air and letting it out slowly. But she screams also. By the time it is over her entire backside, from the shoulders down to the buttocks of her feet are marked with small little red lines that welt up. And then it’s time for her thrashing. She begins to shake. When it’s over Huge Black comes out and fucks her. He pumps her deep and she responds to it. The way she breaths, the way she cries –one would nearly think a fierce weight had been lifted off her shoulders. The release it gives her, the pleasure she has from it’s undeniable. And her vagina clearly shows signs of satisfaction. A serious amount of pasty cum drips from her fucking cavity. Her mouth is just an open circle, her eyes slammed shut. She nearly starts to cry from how fine it feels to her. Rapture has descended upon her place. When Large Black has stopped pounding her she is made to lick him clean. Now she is whipped for enjoying it so much.
Naked and hanging from the ceiling like a piece of meat –that’s where we find her next. She is doubled over and restrained that way. Her wrists are fixed to her ankles. She’s fixed up into a constricting little package. Her asshole high and her head low. Her pussy is fully exposed –almost on display. I wind her up and then spin her harsh. She in fact couldn’t be more displayed and vulnerable. When the whip comes out this time it focuses its attention on her cunny and buttocks. When it is over the White Guy comes out and takes over. She keeps telling me how badly she needs to pee. So once the White Guy is in her, bang her, I give her permission to pee. But she cannot. And she needs to go badly. When I abruptly pull the White Boy from her pom-pom she spews out about a cup full of urine. A wooden paint stick is brought out and she is beaten on the back of her thighs, asshole of her feet and bottom. The angry marks and bruising it leaves are almost immediate. Then the White Boy is stuffed in her again and bangs her utmost. When it obtains pulled out she other time pisses herself. She is bawling, begging for release. She belts out how badly she needs to pee. Desperate. She doesn’t think she can take much more, the pressure too much. But I have a a variety of idea for her…

Format: Wm
Duration: 1:01:16
Video: 960×540, Wm Movie 9 Advanced Profile, 1379kbps
Audio: 156kbps

Video clip size: 692.8 MB