IntoTheAttic/Elise 2

Release Year: 2014
Genres: BDSM, Bondage, Humilation, Torture, Electric, Fetich, Playthings
Video language: English

Elise has been left up in a dark, lonely scene of The Attic. She’s in the Spider Chair, nude, ankles manacled to the legs while her wrists are fixed to the rear legs behindhand her. A cord 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 as well keeps her breathing restricted. As we find her she is writhing about, choking herself. It is almost as although she were in heat. Her vulva completely displayed and in the midst of trying to hump something that isn’t there. Her breathing clearly distorted and gasping. She occasionally bucks her complete body looking for something to receive off on. She’s rousing there in the attic with no way to acquire off. And her skin never finishes moving the complete time. In a unceasing state of gyrations, of choking herself, the humping of air. She’s in heat. After some time I at the last moment go up into the attic to check on her. Changing her position I untie her arms from the Spider Armchair and then bind 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 milkers, then continues down her upper body before birching her cunt. It takes place so swiftly, without time for her to prepare, that she’s caught totally off guard. Within seconds she is screaming. Shouting out. She attempts to shake her body, to shake off the sting. But she can scarcely move as it’s and then the flogger starts in on her back. Some strikes make her cry out instantaneously 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 bush, wiping it tensely over her clit. When I’m done she’s a heaving, sobbing mess; unable to control her emotions. I grab Huge Blue on a stick and mount it into her cunt, leaving it there. Slobber and snot run from her face cavities, coating her thorax before running down off her pussy. One foot moves to it’s own tune. In response, I take thin leather strips and fix her massive toes off to the bench. When I’m done I flog her armpits. The shouting 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 breast so goddamn heavy yet she didn’t let a peep out. But her flesh was vibrating and her muzzle was locked down intense on that gag. When that vibrator finally hit her peach 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 Armchair. She’s gagged and she’s bound in a way that immobilizes her. Unable to move an inch she waits for the power to receive turned on to the armchair. She doesn’t have to wait long. The first time she feels it her whole skin jerks at the shock. Then again and again, ’till she isn’t just jerking anymore –she’s crying while at the same time trying to pick her flesh up off of the stool. It is very clear this is an practice that is taxing her. Because she never finishes screaming 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 yelling, moaning 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 starts out to violently shake her entire flesh in an effort to gain some type of relief. The entire chair begins to move across the room now. I step up and be a amazing boy and turn it down a bit. But I also pull down over her head a clear bag. A few cavities get poked over her nose before taping the anal of the bag around her neck. There she’s left, bag expanding and collapsing over her head as she essays 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 gets to the point where she cries out in long drawn out verses, the bag expanding and collapsing ever quicker. She starts out to panic now. Pap grips are combined which send her bawling in a one ceaseless, 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. At once I start in on her thighs. Never giving her much of a break to soak in the previous birching, I just start in on the next thigh. The yelling is so hard 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 tries to get up and away from the stool 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 body when in difficult, fervent 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 cunny. I drew her ankles up and restrained them to the horse. Then I wrapped a rope around her upper body and drew her wrists up to that so her elbows truly jutted away from her upper body and kept her from easily resting her hands onto the horse itself. I watched her a bit. Obviously turned on, she kept rocking her bush against the A-frame of the horse, oral cavity ajar. That’s when I picked up a wide leather belt and buckled it tensely 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 doll does to get thru a pregnancy, where she concentrates on what’s most notable and all else filters down. Breath. Breath. Her sexual buttocks 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 peach ’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 punished for it. She’s flogged over her titties. We stop and watch her break down. Closing in on her face. We know she wants to cum one more time. Enormous tears keep falling from her eyes. Her face is in distress. She’s clearly moaning when I ask her if she craves to cum. Between the sobs she says…"yes".
Finally, she is taken off of the horse and box bound. 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 hole. Once inside she is walked to the back of the concrete entrance and told to accept 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 hollow 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

File size: 1.6 GB