Release Year: 2015
Genres: BDSM, Bondage, Torture, Fetish, Baubles
Video language: English
She is sitting in a easy-chair, feet not touching the ground and completely dressed when we find her. Her hair is a fiery, deep auburn. It is severe not to notice how the color takes you aback. She looks nervous, and is. She manages a weak smile every once in a while 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 camera 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 get 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 displayed upper body. She sucks it in and attempts harder as the welts already start out to show on her fair skin. When she is in conclusion unclothed she is told to sit back in the bench. Her wrists are chained to the top of the easy-chair causing her fixed arms to push her forward, her thorax, her bust also pushed forward and out. Her ankles and thighs are fixed to the legs of the armchair. Her cunny fully exposed. Her arms are then wrapped with saran wrap. A fierce leather collar is tightly brought about her neck and secured. Indeed tight. Her face changes to red and becomes fuller. Her voice sounds diversified. She is our plaything 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 other time with black vet wrap stern them even further. She is asked when the last time she wanked was, "Last night". The whip starts out in on her torso, focusing it’s attention right on her hooters and then teats. It distracts her. She can’t seem to finish her sentence. She tries uttermost to prolong a conversation with me, whip marks beginning to show in numbers now on her upper body. She keeps trying and I keep whipping. She is squirming now, she tries to receive away from each blow but there’s nowhere to go. Her face hollow showing every nuance of fear and desperation –to acquire the fuck away from that whip. Her entire upper body is lit up. From her pom-pom to the anal 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 also wrapped with vet wrap, constricting it tightly, flattening her bust. A pair of hemostats is brought out and attached to the hair in one armpit. Then I find out exactly where she is most ticklish. It looks like it is the foot and it sends her into a fit. She isn’t even thinking about that whipping anymore. But she will. After she accumulates herself, after the last vestige of a smile has left her face the cane comes out. It strikes her on the thigh first. She instantaneously sucks in a deep breath. She controls it. It’s like she’s in a Lamaze class. Then the tickling starts right back up again. On that foot. She goes from hardly being able to contain the flood of pain to bursting out in severe laughter. Then BAM! That cane strikes her again right on the top of the thigh. Her brain promptly switches gears. Now it is unbearable, sharp discomfort. The kind that makes you suck in deep like you fell into a cold stream. She even starts 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 in again. It nearly without delay changes her face, her countenance. She can’t control it, this contrast, this juxtaposition of pleasure and discomfort, happiness and sadness. And so she is subjected to this roller coaster ride over and over. Until in conclusion, her head is wrapped. Wrapped where the only thing displayed is her face hole and nose. And then her armpit hairs are pulled from her skin using the hemostats. Large bunches of them are pulled immediately, she weeps out, but before she can even stop her burst of noise the cane falls intense onto her other thigh. It’s a dual torment she wasn’t prepared for nor could see coming. Then, first the whip followed by the flogger, her thorax takes a caning. When the Celebrator hits her clit she almost has a convulsion. Her whole skin changes, dips and soaks in that overwhelming feeling of entire immersion. It’s followed by the Hitachi which appears to be a total flesh practice for her. It’s like she does not even have control of herself anymore. The easy-chair, just beneath her rose hole is soaked in white fluid that seeped from her cunny. I aggregate it on a stick and have her suck it like a lollipop. In conclusion, she begs for an orgasm as though she were begging for her life.
Undressed, on her knees and locked into a intense wooden stock when we find her next. Her gigantic toes have been strapped unitedly and then fixed up to her stockade. Pencils are then taped between her fingers, vigorously. She doesn’t think she can take it but we know better. She bawls out in pain. The pencils providing a unending 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 nipple grips, something to help take her mind off the handy pencils. When they go on she bawls out with suffering. Weights are added to them. She is told to spin around for us, so we can see her butt. Doing so causes her squeezes to swing like severe pendulums, back and forth. What can she do? She is in for a long session of whipping. It starts out at her feet and works its way up her buttocks and backside. There is nowhere for her to go. She takes it. She deals with it by breathing serious, sucking in air and letting it out slowly. But she cries as well. By the time it’s over her entire backside, from the shoulders down to the ass of her feet are marked with small little red lines that welt up. And then it’s time for her thrashing. She starts to shake. When it is over Large Black comes out and fucks her. He pumps her deep and she responds to it. The way she breaths, the way she yells –one would almost think a utmost burden had been lifted off her shoulders. The release it gives her, the pleasure she has from it is undeniable. And her rose clearly shows signs of satisfaction. A hard amount of pasty cum drips from her fuck cavity. Her kisser is just an open circle, her eyes slammed shut –she is in ecstasy. She nearly starts out to cry from how pleasant it feels to her. Rapture has descended upon her location. When Big Black has finished pounding her she is made to lick him clean. Now she is whipped for enjoying it so much.
Bared and hanging from the ceiling like a piece of meat –that’s where we find her next. She is doubled over and bound that way. Her wrists are bound to her ankles. She’s fixed up into a tight little package. Her butt high and her head low. Her vagina is wholly demonstrated –almost on expose. I wind her up and then spin her fierce. She truly couldn’t be more exposed and defenseless. When the whip comes out this time it focuses its attention on her peach and buttocks. When it’s over the White Buddy comes out and takes over. She keeps telling me how badly she needs to pee. So once the White Fellow 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 Buddy from her bush 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, anal of her feet and anal. The angry marks and bruising it leaves are almost immediate. Then the White Dude is stuffed in her other time and bangs her severe. When it gets pulled out she again pisses herself. She is crying, 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 various idea for her…
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