Elise (28.01.2010)

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, nude, ankles manacled to the legs while her wrists are strapped to the rear legs behindhand her. A cord twists around her neck and is fixed off to the ceiling directly above her. This keeps her back straight and her neck pulled up taunt. It as well keeps her breathing restricted. As we find her she is writhing about, choking herself. It’s almost as tho’ she were in heat. Her bush totally exposed and in the midst of trying to hump something that isn’t there. Her breathing clearly distorted and gasping. She occasionally bucks her complete flesh looking for something to receive off on. She’s sexual there in the attic with no way to get off. And her skin never finishes moving the whole time. In a ceaseless 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 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 jubblies, then continues down her chest before caning her cunny. It occurs so speedily, without time for her to prepare, that she’s caught totally off guard. Within seconds she is yelling. Crying out. She essays to shake her body, to shake off the sting. But she can scarcely move as it is and then the flogger begins in on her back. Some strikes make her cry out at once while others leave a muzzle 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 pom-pom, wiping it tightly 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 bush, leaving it there. Slobber and snot run from her face hollows, coating her upper body before running down off her peach. One foot moves to it’s own tune. In response, I take thin leather strips and fix her enormous toes off to the bench. When I’m done I flog her armpits. The yelling is so intensive 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 serious yet she didn’t let a peep out. But her flesh was shaking and her mouth was locked down intense on that gag. When that dildo at last hit her cunny 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 nude and sitting in The Electric Chair. She’s with gag in oral cavity and she’s tied 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 entire body jerks at the shock. Then again and again, till she isn’t just jerking anymore –she’s screaming while at the same time trying to pick her body up off of the stool. It’s very clear this is an experience that is taxing her. Because she never finishes bawling at the absolute top of her lungs while at the same time she has very huge tears dropping from each eye and snot/slobber is pouring through the hollows in her face. Just the energy she is expending with the groaning, groaning and trying to accept away has to be sucking what’s left of her endurance away. It has become so much for her that she starts out to violently shake her complete skin in an effort to gain some format of relief. The whole chair starts out to move across the room now. I step up and be a nice chap and turn it down a bit. But I as well pull down over her head a clear bag. A few hollows accept 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 endeavours 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 intensive the less she is able to breathe inside that bag. She acquires to the point where she moans out in long drawn out verses, the bag expanding and collapsing ever quicker. She begins to panic now. Pap grips are combined which send her screaming in a one incessant, 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. Promptly 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 fervent I can’t even hear myself think. She is dreadfully trying to acquire away from the electricity while taking these cane strokes at the same time. She desperately attempts to obtain up and away from the armchair 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, intensive 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 discomfort. 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 truly jutted away from her chest and kept her from easily resting her hands onto the horse itself. I watched her a bit. Obviously turned on, she kept rocking her pussy against the A-frame of the horse, muzzle ajar. That’s when I picked up a wide leather belt and buckled it firmly 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 pussy. It is clear from the onset that she is going for the breathing concept, much like a pregnant chick does to accept thru a pregnancy, where she concentrates on what’s most valuable and all else filters down. Breath. Breath. Her erotic ass begins to find a rhythm up there on The Horse. She shakes it back and forth in a rhythmic manner. Clearly it works for her cunt ’cause she’s so wholly into what is happening to her. So I tell her, if you can acquire yourself off, doing what you are doing, do it. And she ultimately does…all by herself! But then she is punished for it. She’s flogged over her balloons. We finish and watch her break down. Closing in on her face. We know she wants to cum one more time. 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 tied. Then walked to a small hollow 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 obtain 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 cavity 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 Film 9 Advanced Profile, 2915kbps
Audio: 156kbps

File size: 1.6 GB