Year of manufactured product:2011
Genre: BDSM, Bondage, Fetish
Duration:01:13:18
In roles:Elise
Description: Elise has been left up in a secrecy, lonely part of The Attic. She's in the Spider Chair, de~d, ankles manacled to the legs while her wrists are bound to the construct legs behind her. A rope twists around her neck and is tied against to the ceiling directly above her. This keeps her back close. and her neck pulled up taunt. It also keeps her aspiration restricted. As we find her she is writhing about, choking herself. It is not quite as though she were in heat. Her pussy fully exposed and in the middle of trying to hump something bdsm torture that isn't there. Her respiration clearly distorted and gasping. She occasionally bucks her entire body looking with regard to something to get off on. She's horny there in the pure with no way to get off. And her body never stops affecting 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 loft to check on her. Changing her position I untie her accoutrements from the Spider Chair and then tie them up over her front part and slightly behind her. Now she's quartered and a round gag goes in to round things out. Without warning the flogger makes touch with her breasts, then continues down her chest before flogging her cunt. It happens to such a degree quickly, without time for her to prepare, that she's caught completely distant from guard. Within seconds she is crying. Screaming out. She tries to agitate her body, to shake off the sting. But she can slenderly move as it is and then the flogger starts in steady her back. Some strikes make her cry out immediately while others adieu 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 nipples up with it and then rouse to her cunt, wiping it vigorously over her clit. When I'm concluded she's a heaving, sobbing mess; unable to control her emotions. I grab 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 coffer before running down off her pussy. One foot moves to it's confess tune. In response, I take thin leather strips and tie her big toes along to the chair. When I'm done I flog her armpits. The screaming is in such a manner intense that I tell her to shut up and cease form noise for any further strikes. Oh my god, I don't discern how she did it but she did. I struck that affections so goddamn hard yet she didn't let a peep gone ~. But her body was shaking and her mouth was locked into disrepute hard on that gag. When that vibrator finally hit her cunt you should wish heard the begging. She'd been in heat for some time and after this and after all she free bdsm picture galleries'd been thru, she was beyond without hope for Denied.
Now we find Elise nude and sitting in The Electric Chair. She's gagged and she's tied in a means by which anything is reached that immobilizes her. Unable to move an inch she waits beneficial to the power to get turned on to the chair. She doesn't be under the necessity to wait long. The first time she feels it her all body jerks at the shock. Then again and again, until she isn't pure jerking anymore --she's screaming while at the same time afflicting to pick her body up off of the chair. It is remarkably clear this is an experience that is taxing her. Because she not at all stops screaming at the absolute top of her lungs while at the same time she has very large tears dropping from each eye and snivel/slobber is pouring through the holes in her face. Just the animal spirits she is expending with the screaming, crying and trying to fall away has to be sucking what's left of her patience away. It has become so much for her that she begins to violently shake her whole body in an effort to gain some of The totality chair starts to move across the room now gratis download extreme bdsm videos. I step up and be a nice guy and turn it down a bit. But I also pull down over her head a clear bag. A few holes procreate poked over her nose before taping the bottom of the pouch around her neck. There she's left, bag expanding and collapsing too her head as she tries to breath. I make sure to revolve the electricity right back up before leaving. As we watch her it is immaculate that as things become more intense the less she is efficient to breathe inside that bag. She gets to the point at what place she cries out in long drawn out verses, the bag expanding and collapsing perpetually quicker. She starts to panic now. Nipple clamps are added that send her screaming 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 place her soiled panties. Once the blind is on a cane is procured. Immediately I start in without interrupti~ her thighs. Never giving her much of a break to drench bdsm mpegs in the previous caning, I just start in on the next thigh. The screaming is so intense I can't even be informed myself think. She is seriously trying to get away from the electricity during the time that taking these cane strokes at the same time. She desperately tries to get up and away from the chair to no avail. Within seconds she shows marks from the cane. I discern her voice had to be hoarse after this scene.
Elise did a portion of rocking today. Rocking her body when in difficult, intense situations. This scene was no exception. Nude, in an elbow harness and atop The Wooden Horse, the deciding point she got on it she told me it was a emblematic legend 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 filly. Then I wrapped a rope around her chest and drew her wrists up to that such her elbows actually jutted away from her torso and kept her from easily resting her hands onto the gelding itself. I watched her a bit. Obviously turned on, she kept rocking her pussy in compensation for the A-frame of the horse, mouth ajar. That's while I picked up a wide leather belt and buckled it tightly about her neck. Until she was gasping. So there she sits, precariously perched considered in the state of nothing prevents her fall but herself, with a wide leather girth around her neck and amperage running through her thighs and pussy. It is unimpeded from the onset that she is going for the breathing universal, much like a pregnant woman does to get thru a pregnancy, whither she concentrates on what's most important and all else filters from the top to the bottom of. Breath. Breath. Her horny ass starts to find a rhythm up there on The metart bdsm Horse. She shakes it back and forth in a rhythmic respectful deportment. 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 c~ing her breasts. We stop and watch her break down. Closing in on her face. We know she wants to cum again. Big tears celebrate falling from her eyes. Her face is in extrem bdsm videos distress. She's clearly great when I ask her if she wants to cum. Between the sobs she says..."ay".
In the end, she is taken off of the horse and box tied. Then walked to a weak hole in the floor where she is told to enter etc. 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 pit. Once inside she is walked to the back of the concrete entrance and told to get down on the ground. Onto her deep so I can place her into a hogtie for the nightfall. Once secured she is left to her own devices in the unintellectual concrete walkway beneath ground. I simply leave the hole I entered in, recover the floor and leave for the night. Elise is on her be in possession of.
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