Genres: BDSM, Bondage, Fetich
Elise has been left up in a dark, lonely scene of The Attic. She’s in the Spider Stool, nude, ankles manacled to the legs while her wrists are chained to the rear legs behind her. A rope twists around her neck and is restrained 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 vulva fully demonstrated and in the midst of trying to hump something that isn’t there. Her breathing clearly distorted and gasping. She occasionally bucks her whole flesh looking for something to get off on. She’s appetizing there in the attic with no way to get off. And her body never finishes moving the entire time. In a incessant state of gyrations, of choking herself, the humping of air. She’s in heat. After some time I lastly go up into the attic to check on her. Changing her position I untie her arms from the Spider Chair 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 tits, then prolongs down her chest before thrashing her cunt. It happens so quickly, without time for her to prepare, that she’s caught completely off guard. Within seconds she is bawling. Screaming out. She endeavours to shake her skin, to shake off the sting. But she can scarcely move as it’s and then the flogger starts out in on her back. Some strikes make her cry out without delay while others leave a mouth wanting to bawl 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 teats up with it and then move to her peach, wiping it tightly over her clit. When I’m done she’s a heaving, sobbing mess; unable to control her emotions. I grab Enormous Blue on a stick and mount it into her rose, leaving it there. Slobber and snot run from her face holes, coating her upper body before running down off her cunt. One foot moves to it’s own tune. In response, I take thin leather strips and fix her big toes off to the chair. When I’m done I flog her armpits. The groaning 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 melon so goddamn harsh yet she didn’t let a peep out. But her body was fluctuating and her muzzle was locked down serious on that gag. When that dildo in the end hit her pussy 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 Bench. She’s gagged and she’s strapped in a way that immobilizes her. Unable to move an inch she waits for the power to acquire turned on to the easy-chair. She doesn’t have to wait long. The first time she feels it her whole skin jerks at the shock. Then again and another time, ’till she isn’t just jerking anymore –she’s moaning while at the same time trying to pick her flesh up off of the bench. 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 big tears dropping from each eye and snot/slobber is pouring through the cavities in her face. Just the energy she is expending with the shouting, yelling 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 begins to violently shake her whole flesh in an effort to gain some format of relief. The whole stool starts to move across the room now. I step up and be a fine fellow and turn it down a bit. But I also pull down over her head a clear bag. A few hollows accept poked over her nose before taping the booty of the bag around her neck. There she’s left, bag expanding and collapsing over her head as she tries 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 fervent the less she is able to breathe inside that bag. She gets to the point where she yells out in long drawn out verses, the bag expanding and collapsing ever quicker. She starts to panic now. Pap clamps are united which send her moaning in a one continuous, 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 location 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 birching, I just start in on the next thigh. The screaming is so intensive I can’t even hear myself think. She is seriously trying to receive away from the electricity while taking these cane strokes at the same time. She desperately endeavours to obtain up and away from the 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 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 uttermost discomfort. She’s right, plus this one is electrified under the thighs and pussy. 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 torso and kept her from easily resting her hands onto the horse itself. I watched her a bit. Obviously turned on, she kept rocking her vulva against the A-frame of the horse, muzzle 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 cunny. It’s clear from the onset that she is going for the breathing concept, much like a pregnant chick does to receive thru a pregnancy, where she concentrates on what’s most significant and all else filters down. Breath. Breath. Her lustful ass 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 rose ’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 hooters. We finish and watch her break down. Closing in on her face. We know she wants to cum another time. Huge tears keep falling from her eyes. Her face is in distress. She’s clearly screaming 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 chained. 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 hollow. 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.
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