Dark and lonely

Cast: Elise
Genres: BDSM, Bondage, Fetich

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 chained to the rear legs behindhand her. A rope twists around her neck and is tied 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 pom-pom fully displayed and in the midst of trying to hump something that isn’t there. Her breathing clearly distorted and gasping. She occasionally bucks her entire body looking for something to acquire off on. She’s rousing there in the attic with no way to get off. And her skin never stops 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 Bench and then bound up 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 hooters, then lasts down her thorax before caning her pom-pom. It occurs so quickly, without time for her to prepare, that she’s caught fully off guard. Within seconds she is crying. Bawling out. She essays to shake her body, to shake off the sting. But she can scarcely move as it’s and then the flogger begins in on her back. Some strikes make her cry out immediately while others leave a mouth wanting to scream 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 paps up with it and then move to her cunt, wiping it tightly over her clit. When I’m done she’s a heaving, sobbing mess; unable to control her emotions. I grab Gigantic Blue on a stick and mount it into her cunny, leaving it there. Slobber and snot run from her face holes, 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 bind her large toes off to the armchair. When I’m done I flog her armpits. The screaming 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 intense yet she didn’t let a peep out. But her body was vibrating and her muzzle was locked down hard on that gag. When that artificial cock in the end hit her vagina 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 Easy-chair. She’s with gag in mouth 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 stool. She doesn’t have to wait long. The first time she feels it her complete flesh jerks at the shock. Then again and one more time, till she isn’t just jerking anymore –she’s crying while at the same time trying to pick her body up off of the armchair. It’s very clear this is an experience that is taxing her. Because she never stops moaning 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 cavities in her face. Just the energy she is expending with the screaming, 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 to violently shake her entire flesh in an effort to gain some format of relief. The whole chair starts to move across the room now. I step up and be a fine man and turn it down a bit. But I as well pull down over her head a clear bag. A few hollows get 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 essays 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 bawls out in long drawn out verses, the bag expanding and collapsing ever quicker. She starts to panic now. Pap clips are combined which send her shouting in a one constant, 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 extremely trying to accept away from the electricity while taking these cane strokes at the same time. She desperately tries to obtain 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, 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 uttermost aching. She’s right, plus this one is electrified under the thighs and bush. I drew her ankles up and restrained them to the horse. Then I wrapped a rope around her chest 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 vagina against the A-frame of the horse, oral cavity ajar. That’s when I picked up a wide leather belt and buckled it vigorously 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’s clear from the onset that she is going for the breathing concept, much like a pregnant woman does to accept thru a pregnancy, where she concentrates on what’s most weighty and all else filters down. Breath. Breath. Her sensual asshole 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 peach ’cause she’s so entirely 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 tits. We stop and watch her break down. Closing in on her face. We know she desires to cum again. Massive tears keep falling from her eyes. Her face is in distress. She’s clearly crying when I ask her if she craves to cum. Between the sobs she says…"yes".In the end, she is taken off of the horse and box fixed. Then walked to a small cavity 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 get 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 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, Wm Film 9 Advanced Profile, 2915kbps
Audio: 156kbps

File size: 1.6 GB