Year: 2010
The eminence of the actress: Elise
Subsites and site: IntoTheAttic.com
Genre: BDSM, Bondage, Fetish bdsm gay humiliation
Length: 1:13:18
Description: Elise has been left up in a atrocious, lonely part of The Attic. She's in the Spider Chair, naked, ankles manacled to the legs while her wrists are bound to the train legs behind her. A rope twists around her neck and is tied most distant to the ceiling directly above her. This keeps her back narrow and her neck pulled up taunt. It also keeps her longing restricted. As we find her she is writhing about, choking herself. It is toward as though she were in heat. Her pussy fully exposed and in the middle of trying to bdsm tubes hump something that isn't there. Her craving clearly distorted and gasping. She occasionally bucks her entire body looking since something to get off on. She's horny there in the pungent with no way to get off. And her body never stops persuading the whole time. In a constant state of gyrations, of choking herself, the humping of atmosphere. 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 tie them up over her aim and slightly behind her. Now she's quartered and a sphere bdsm gay japan manga gag goes in to round things out. Without warning the flogger makes contact with her breasts, then continues down her chest before flogging her cunt. It happens in the same state quickly, without time for her to prepare, that she's caught completely most distant guard. Within seconds she is crying. Screaming out. She tries to jar her body, to shake off the sting. But she can meagrely move as it is and then the flogger starts in steady her back. Some strikes make her cry out immediately while others departure a mouth wanting to scream but unable to, at least on the side of the first few seconds afterward. She is sobbing as I notice a broken piece of shingle lying on the floor. I take the of large size end and rough her nipples up with it and then incense to her cunt, wiping it vigorously over her clit. When I'm accomplished she's a heaving, sobbing mess; unable to control her emotions. I grip suddenly Big Blue on a stick and mount it into her cunt, leaving it in that place. Slobber and snot run from her face holes, coating her case before running down off her pussy. One foot moves to it's have tune. In response, I take thin leather strips and tie her big toes off to the chair. When I'm done I flog her armpits. The screaming is so intense that I tell her to shut up and cease making noise for any further strikes. Oh my jehovah, I don't know how she did it but she did. I struck that heart so goddamn hard yet she didn't let a peep disclosed. But her body was shaking and her mouth was locked on the ground hard on that gag. When that vibrator finally hit her cunt you should be under the necessity heard the begging. She'd been in heat for some time and things being so and after all she'd been thru, she was beyond beyond hope for Denied.
Now we find Elise nude and sitting in The Electric Chair. She's gagged and she's tied in a regular course that immobilizes her. Unable to move an inch she waits on account of the power to get turned on to the chair. She doesn't be in possession of to wait long. The first time she feels it her aggregate body jerks at the shock. Then again and again, until she isn't righteous jerking anymore - she 's screaming while at the same time hard to pick her body up off of the chair. It is excessively clear this is an experience that is taxing her. Because she at no time stops screaming at the absolute top of her lungs while at the same time she has same large tears dropping from each eye and snot / slobber is pouring through the holes in her front. Just the energy she is expending with the screaming, crying and sad to get away has to be sucking what's left of her sufferance away. It has become so much for her that she begins to violently jar her whole body in an effort to gain some of The healthy bdsm gay male whipping chair starts to move across the room bdsm thumbs now. I step up and be a nice guy and turn it down a bit. But I besides pull down over her head a clear bag. A few holes arrive poked over her nose before taping the bottom of the pouch around her neck. There she's left, bag expanding and collapsing superior her head as she tries to breath. I make sure to alteration the electricity right back up before leaving. As we watch her it is conspicuous that as things become more intense the less she is clever to breathe inside that bag. She gets to the point where she cries out in long drawn out verses, the bag expanding and collapsing till doomsday quicker. She starts to panic now. Nipple clamps are added that send her screaming in a one continuous, desperate plea. When she thinks she be able to't handle it anymore the bag is removed and replaced by a latex breath hood. Inside the hood I place her soiled panties. Once the blind is on a cane is procured. Immediately I start in without ceasing her thighs. Never giving her much of a break to macerate in the previous caning, I just start in on the nearest thigh. The screaming is so intense I can't even exercise the sense of ~ing myself think. She is seriously trying to get away from the electricity as long as taking these cane strokes at the same time. She desperately tries to dispose up and away from the chair to no avail. Within seconds she shows marks from the cane. I perceive her voice had to be hoarse after this scene.
Elise did a great number of rocking today. Rocking her body when in difficult, intense situations. This exhibition was no exception. Nude, in an elbow harness and atop The Wooden Horse, the trice she got on it she told me it was a resource designed for nothing but maximum discomfort. She's right, plus this undivided is electrified under the thighs and pussy. I drew her ankles up and tied them to the pony. Then I wrapped a rope around her chest and drew her wrists up to that in this way her elbows actually jutted away from her torso and kept her from easily resting her hands onto the charger itself. I watched her a bit. Obviously turned on, she kept rocking her pussy opposite to the A-frame of the horse, mouth ajar. That's at what time I picked up a wide leather belt and buckled it tightly encircling her neck. Until she was gasping. So there she sits, precariously perched as nothing prevents her fall but herself, with a wide leather zone around her neck and amperage running through her thighs and pussy. It is plain from the onset that she is going for the breathing concept, much like a pregnant woman does to get thru a pregnancy, whither she concentrates on what's most important and all else filters in a descending course. Breath. Breath. Her horny ass starts to find a rhythm up in that place on The Horse. She shakes it back and forth in a rhythmic form. Clearly it works for her pussy 'cause she's so totally into which is happening to her. So I tell her, if you can get yourself off, doing what you are doing, do it. And she at last does ... all by herself! But then she is punished for it. She's flogged across her breasts. We stop and watch her break down. Closing in on her face. We know she wants to cum again. Big tears take care of falling from her eyes. Her face is in distress. She's clearly flagrant when I ask her if she wants to cum. Between the sobs she says ... "aye".
In the end, she is taken off of the horse and box tied. Then walked to a feeble hole in the floor where she is told to enter from a thin to a dense state 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 mean habitation. Once inside she is walked to the back of the solidify entrance and told to get down on the ground. Onto her deep so I can place her into a hogtie for the decline of day. Once secured she is left to her own devices in the corpuscular concrete walkway beneath ground. I simply leave the hole I entered in, recover the floor and leave for the night. Elise is on her recognize.
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