Stroke It - March 2010
Updates occur every Thursday - and on occasion more frequently.
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Elise shits out a golf ball! Bonus Video, an out take from last week!
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 21 year old Stacia is back to see us at The Attic. Originally in as a Good Girl almost two years ago, she's back as a Bad Girl now after gaining some sexual experience out in the world at large. She came in wanting to try a few things.
First off, we sit Stacia down and interview her, get to know her better. We find out when the first time she had intercourse was --and to our surprise it was just recently. And that she has only had it with one guy. She goes on to explain she is rather small down there, petite, and why. We learn how often she masturbates and that her favorite toy for masturbation is a blade. If she likes to suck cock. She tells us how she discovered bondage and what about bondage turns her on. We learn her boundaries. We learn what brought her Into The Attic.
Stacia is dressed, wearing a paisley skirt and a white blouse. Her arms are tied in the prayer position behind her back with rope looping around her neck from her wrists. She is told to get on her knees and show us how she does it --this will be only the second cock she's ever sucked, albeit a dead one. She's a bit tentative at first, but gets it down surprisingly easy, at least down to three inches. She seems far more concerned with getting it as far down her throat as possible versus getting Luther off. She lines up her mouth and then slowly starts taking it in. Slowly. She accepts it all the way to the 3.5 inch mark and then holds it before making a final push for inches. When she pulls off she tells me its only her second cock ever. When I tell her its okay not to try and break the record but to just make Luther cum, then we see her real cock sucking skill.
Now we find Stacia naked and bound in The Electric Chair. Her wrists are bound above her head pulling her arms taunt. She has electrodes on her nipples. The chair itself is charged in the seat and back. Stacia has never experienced electro play before. And to my surprise, she is the only chick, the only human I've ever met who could take the maximum setting directly on her nipples. Wow. Having never been gagged before in her life I buckled in a large black ball gag and turned on The Electric Chair. Turned it on with the sole purpose of finding out just how much and how long she could take the power. And when the level rises higher than anyone has taken it before you see her start to undulate. A shriek emerges with each sine wave. Gagged as she is, it still sounds like she is being stabbed in the chest as the electricity rises and falls. It is starting to take a toll on her now. It makes her jerk uncontrollably as she's tied in the chair. Her arms grow tired and the mental fortitude begins to wear down. Her body is being attacked on the chest, on her back, on her ass cheeks and upper thighs. It keeps her intensely focused at all times. The power is turned up higher, until the sound coming from her is constant. And then, and then she gets a taste of her first ever vibrator...
Nude and suspended from the ceiling is how we find Stacia. Her knees and wrists are pulled up higher than her waist. A rope above her breasts holds her upper torso. Her arms are pulled back in a strappado. It is a position reminiscent of a swinging hogtie. She's just hanging there for the long haul, trying to breathe...and then she can't.
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 Elise is sitting on the floor in the old building. She's wearing a light blue sun dress and flats. Her wrists are bound together and then to her legs, just above the ankles. She's just there waiting, and rocking. Her tongue is sticking out of her face hole with two chopsticks bound to it in the most painful, uncomfortable way. Her hair is tied in the back forcing her to keep her head thrown backwards. She alternately grimaces, tries to swallow (in a wet, gaspy way) and rocks herself to assuage the discomfort. A tear runs from the corner of her right eye. She wails at times, her discomfort growing more and more intense. Her tongue changing color. I walk in and address her. She's been given some lines to repeat back to me and now it's time to hear them. She swallows hard and without satisfaction, then states something almost incomprehensible, the chopsticks preventing her from enunciating anything clearly. But we can just make it out, "I am a bondage slut." Then, "I must be in bondage 24/7." She starts to cry. She keeps trying to swallow, this gargling type of sound following it. Then, she coughs and gags for a second, followed with, "I can't control my urges. I no longer own my own holes." When I can just barely make out bits and pieces I make her take it from the top again. She starts to cry over this. But she is made to do it anyway. And once we can finally make it out, barely, she picks up where she left off. "You own them. My holes are only good for fucking. I am a cum receptacle." And with that two small funnels are shoved in her nostrils and a condom I masturbated into an hour beforehand is procured. Once the funnels are in place some of the content of that condom is poured down one nostril. Immediately she coughs and gasps. A string of that cum flies from the back of her throat and lands across her lip and chin. She's gasping. She's trying to deal with that backwash, that intense cum filled backwash that's overtaking her now. Cum, in a long string, falls from her purple tongue and down her throat. It bubbles out from deep inside her face hole and emerges in a dishwater, soapy bubbles kind of look. The rest of the cum is squeezed out from the condom and onto her sequestered tongue, in her face. Then the used condom is tied around her tongue filled chopsticks. She's then left alone with her screams.
When we find Elise she is squatting in her panties. She has a metal collar about her neck with a chain, on the bottom, running from it to the floor. On the top of the collar, another chain runs from it to the ceiling. Her head is forced to stay in a single position. A chair sits beside her and in the seat lies a naked magazine. Her hands have been taped with clear packaging tape. After a few minutes she decides to stand, or, at least stand with her back bent at a 90 degree angle. But then, its either squat for awhile or stand with your back bent over. Either way, it gets uncomfortable rather quickly. Dildos litter the room. Of all shapes, sizes, lengths and girths. Blow up ones, butt plugs, long dong silvers --you name it. They're everywhere, like a dildo factory blew up. When I walk in I head directly for the naked magazine and start perusing it. I sit down for awhile and take my time looking at the ladies. When Elise looks over at me I bark at her to keep her head down. When I find a woman I like in the mag I show it to her. I ask her what she thinks. Afterward, she's told to get her panties off for me. Once on the ground I'm careful to find the crotch and then fold them just right, so that when shoved into her face hole she tastes everything that's right about them. And I do. Taping those panties in with clear tape. Then she starts this sort of humming sound -even as I'm doing it. She is a bondage slut. Afterward, her arms are drawn up by the wrists to the chain running from her collar to the ceiling. Drawn up high and straight preventing her from ever squatting again. Her thighs are bothering her, her calves. I have her turn around and shove into her asshole a penis sized dildo. She is warned not to eject it and then she gets two hard swats from the flogger right on her ass. Then she's made to turn around so we can see her face, so she can tell us she deserved that. She's told to turn back around and then her exposed ass is met with a wooden paint stir stick. The sound that came from her was high pitched and lasted some one minute in length before she could regain her facilities. Then she is told to poop out the dildo. It comes out with such grace that it hits the floor standing. Another, larger dildo is picked up and shoved into her asshole. She wails as it goes in. It takes a push to get the last of it in there. Afterward, she is smacked severely on that ass with a wooden stick and ejects that huge dildo immediately. After she is made to apologize it gets stuffed right back in there. But the pain is so intense she keeps lifting her legs, out of desperation, to assuage the pain. There just isn't anything else free to move. After making Elise endure several more dildo stuffings --and pooping out of those dildos-- her ankles are manacled and attached to the chain running from the bottom of her collar to the floor. This creates a much more desperate, confining and uncomfortable situation for her. She is then flogged, severely, on her ass. She struggles to find a position that works for her. She can't sit, she can't fully stand and her ass and thighs have been lit up. She is struggling. All she can taste is her own spit and cum.
Elise is widely spread at the ankles. She has a crotch rope that separates each labia as well as running down right through the center of her lips, over the clit. It is incredibly tight. Each ankle is drawn outward and tied off. Her legs are well separated. She is bent at the waist. Her wrists are bound together and then drawn through her outwardly drawn legs and tied off. A rope is tied to her crotch rope which is then tied to the ceiling. There is no way she can change her position, to stop exposing herself. We can see her face only through her outstretched legs, as she is bent over at the waist. When we find her she is trying to gain a position that works for her, even for a moment. But then suddenly I come in and strike her with no hesitation at all. With a large wooden paint stir stick. She screams out immediately and tries to shake it off, tries to assuage the pain. It takes her a good while to process that pain, that strike. You see the face change and the cry build. The emotion build. She just keeps shaking her ass in bondage. That's all she can do, at this point. She's incredibly sexy, and in that moment I strike her again, severely, with the flogger. She lets out a scream that lasts some while, lasts until I lose track of time, really. It just seems to go on and on --and she can take a lot. But I did hit her with as much force as I could muster. Then it happens again. Her face contorts, she screams a silent scream and then after a few moments a deadening wail emerges from her throat. If she could collapse she would. Within seconds a riding crop is brought down on her. Before she has time to finish processing the last strike. The screams of agony, of her yells, her shaking and her discomfort are at a head. Fluid starts to run from all the holes in her face, upside down, and smack the floor beneath her. Her calves are caned. Immediately her skin shows the welts. She is in a constant state of motion, of crying, of extreme discomfort. As she sees me approaching with the next implement she begins to wail, "Oh my god, no, no, please, oh my god". Then WHACK! Oh dear, we've only just begun....
We find Elise naked and in a chair. Her legs are drawn up and bound onto themselves. Each is pulled outward exposing her cunt. Her arms are bent over and tied onto themselves then drawn back behind her head. Her whole body is firmly secured to the chair. After a couple of minutes watching her she gets a dental gag inserted and her mouth propped open to maximum. Then a very large, clear bag is pulled down over the top of her. A bag big enough to fit her entire head and torso in. Then its taped into place creating her own little air/weather environment inside. She is then flogged across the chest sending her into Wail Mode. Afterward, while she is still wailing, her exposed pussy is flogged. It takes her time to collect herself when it is over. Still crying inside her bag she has nipple clamps put on her while she attempts to regain her composure. It must suck not to be able to get those off your tits while some crazy fucker decides to cane the top of your feet while you try to breathe inside your new weather environment. It is starting to get quite a bit of condensation building up in there. The air must be getting hot and stuffy --but we still have those feet to cane. And when I'm done I remove her nipple clamps and flog her chest, right where the clamps had been. Then flog her caned feet. The whole process sends her into the netherworld. She screams almost constantly. She tries to shake her body but she can't move an inch. And inside her bag it is getting difficult to even see her anymore. All that hot air she keeps expelling in her screams only creates a more uncomfortable atmosphere for her. When that Hitachi finally hits her pussy she sounds like she is pushing a watermelon from her cunt. It is a preternatural scream. Primal. She's running out of air in there and the screams still go on,,,,she better hurry....
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 As is usual, we sit the new girl down and interview her. Get to know her a bit. Learn about her sexual history and what turns her on, or off. It doesn't take long to learn Calico is a lifestyle BDSM player. That she enjoys the activity in her personal life. We learn about her first sexual experience, whether or not she likes to suck cock and how she feels about being bi. We get to know her. Then, abruptly, she is asked to stand at a podium and write a dissertation on why she feels she is so great. She has five minutes to write a dissertation that lasts two minutes in speech. If she fucks up there will be a serious price to pay for that. And, apparently aware of the gravity of the situation, she gets right busy with writing up her paper. Afterward, she is tightly bound to a wooden post laden in copper sheathing. A copper pad rests beneath one foot. She is nude and so secured to the post she cannot move. A thick leather belt is around her neck. The only free leg she has is bound and pulled upward, toward the ceiling. Everything else is plastered to the post. The podium and her paper are sat in front of her. She is asked to begin her speech. But not before the electricity gets turned up. She bites her lip. She smiles at first. Then little barks come out, screams follow. Nipples clamps bring up the rear. And then she's in a state of discomfort so strong she starts to grow serious. Even delirious. As she delivers the speech it is peppered with screams, outburst and a total lack of focus. She often becomes so distracted she must start things from the top, again. Crying. Looking at her foot, her leg, one can see that the muscles are in a state not controlled by her. Often she has to stop and just scream. Scream out loud and protest. That she can't do it, that she can't last, that she can't even see straight. TAKE IT FROM THE TOP AGAIN! And then she screams. Her heaving chest, her deep breaths, animate her nipple clamps. A fuck stick is fetched and mounted in her swollen cunt. She's crying. But her pussy is clearly needy. It doesn't take long before it is dripping cum. When the Celebrator hits that fat, swollen clit she tells me how much she hates it, how intense the feeling is. And when she asks for permission to cum she is surprised when she gets denied.
And now Luther. Calico meets Luther for the first time with a smile on her face and an elbow harness about her arms. They are drawn up toward the ceiling. She'd told me she loves to suck cock. That's nice, 'cause we have a big one. When told to get started she doesn't smile anymore. She gets serious. She takes it in and works it for a couple of seconds before pulling off and then spitting on it. A big wad. I wonder if she does that to guys when she sucks cock? Then she takes it back down hard. Coughs. Pulls out and spits on it again. She easily gets three inches down. Then she holds it. She sort of nestles it down, shakes her throat a bit and works another inch in. We see it. We watch it. Sexy. Real sexy. Long red hair falling around her shoulders. Luther fills her entire mouth. Her face hole strains to take the whole girth. She tells me later it was the biggest cock she has ever sucked. A cascade of slobber falls from her mouth. She gets four inches again and holds it. Her face contorted from the size, then pulls out and spits on it again. She's really pretty, and that's what makes it so delicious. From her mouth down she is soaked in slobber and spit. I make her hold it at four inches and then tell me what her holes are good for.
Calico now finds herself nude. She is bent at the waist. Her wrists are bound together and then tied to her legs just above the knees. Around her waist is a thick rope that has been tied off to the ceiling. She is wearing nothing but black heels and her long red hair. And that hair, that long hair is tied off to her waist rope. She is forced to hold her head up. There will be no hiding of your face. When I walk behind her I drop three implements of destruction behind her. I don't know that it freaked her out, but she made sure to watch me closely after that. Her position, while simple, is taxing. She's told to do a 360 for us, so we can see her arse, her body. So it can be inspected before beaten. Her asshole is pulled apart and she is told to wink it at you, The Viewer. A whiffle ball gag is brought out. One that has been filled with a melted, lime green popsicle and then re-frozen. Almost immediately she starts to drool. But drool isn't the right word for it. More like a damn busted. Then, suddenly, without any warning at all she gets a swift, hard smack of the paddle on her ass. And it wasn't like a "warm-up" smack either. She is asked to thank me for it. Which was done between the sounds of her distress and the sound of her drool hitting the floor below her. Then, again, without warning another swift smack to the ass. She tries to hold it together. Maintain that composure. But you see it crack. Her face, her countenance, it holds a duality for a moment. One part refinement, one part I'm about to lose all inkling of self-fucking-control. You see the cry start up, the fear and concern on her face bubble up to the surface, bubble up in her expression and then disappear. She wants to cry. She's asked what her holes are good for. She's very concerned now. She tries to watch me, what I'm doing back there behind her. Then --SMACK! She is so beautiful when she cries, when she suffers for us. She does exactly as she is told. Then, as snot, tears and slobber run from all the holes in her face, a rubber hose is brought around her neck, tightly. Her face changes color. It looks like it will explode. Three numbered implements are laid behind her and she is told to pick a number. Then the implement is used on her without mercy. Afterward, after the tears and crying and losing of self-control I let her have a cigarette break. One where she gets to smoke two at once through her nostrils. She doesn't like it. Makes her eyes well up and her mouth ajar. She swallows hard and sets in for the long haul. It's a mind thing now...keeping your composure, your breathing in check, your FREAKED OUTNESS. She tells me it's tough. So I grab a thick leather belt and cinch it around her dainty neck and choke her off, while she enjoys her smoke break. Oh dear, now it's time to make her choose a number again, while smoking her cigarettes through her nostrils.
She is nude and in a hell of a predicament. Two sticks found in the back yard are draped over her shoulders. Her wrists are brought together and then tied to the sticks that pass beyond her shoulders and outward. It creates a strappado for her. But the other end of the sticks, which pass over her shoulders in the opposite direction, have her nipples tied to it. So that if she lowers her arms at all it pulls her nipples away from her body. And keeping her arms up and elevated behind her is a painful, impossible position for her and her nipples. When we find her, we find her dealing with this position. Stressing. In distress. She runs into the wall, distracted with her discomfort. I pull up a chair and tell her I'm horny. To give me a lap dance. She looks horrified and tells me she doesn't think she can do it. But I insist. While crying she turns around and backs into my crotch, she rubs her ass there. I ask her if that's how she'd turn on a lover. More crying. I let her know it was a pretty sorry lap dance, and her troubles have only just begun.
In the end, Calico can be found up in the attic. She is nude and sequestered there in bondage. In a full on spread-eagle, she is clamped down to the wooden floor at her ankles, wrists and upper arms. Immobile. A Hitachi hangs from the ceiling and rests directly upon her cunt. On her clit. She can't move. Its dark and dank and dirty up there. And the Hitachi has been left on full blast.
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 46 year old Pickle Princess Raven is back in to see us. Middle-aged chicks like bondage too.
Raven starts out giving me the gum she made the mistake of chewing in front of me again. So right away that gets plastered across her face and bridge of nose. She is fully dressed but in a strappado. A ball gag goes right into her face hole. After a couple of minutes it is clear the position is stressing her. Her jeans are unbuttoned and her pussy groped. She tries to swallow hard with that gag in. I make her tell me when the last time she had sex was. She lets me know it was this morning and I ask her with who. She tells me her BF. When I ask her what her BF thinks of what she is doing here she tells me he doesn't know about it. After vibbing her off through her pants she gets one leg raised off the floor...
We now find Raven, still fully dressed, lying on the metal frame bed. She is on her stomach, arms pulled backward and upward. Her ankles and legs, widely spread, are drawn toward her head and tied off. A hair tie keeps her head up off the bed and immobilized. She's asked to tell us all about her best sexual experience of her 46 years of life. While she tells us about it her clothes are cut from her body. Once her cunt is exposed a fuck stick with Big Black on it is laid on her butt cheeks. When it finally makes it into her cunt hole she's like, "Oh God!" When I ask her how it feels she tells me, "I can't explain it!" Her pussy was drenched before it even when in her hole. It is almost like she becomes possessed in a way. Her voice changes and she talks very differently than usual. When the Hitachi hits her cunt she starts to break down, to cry. At one point she tells me she's going to "squirt". And then screams start. I tell her she cannot squirt on my bed and she desperately tries not to do so. "Oh god, no!!" She yells it repeatedly. She begs for permission to cum. When denied she begs to have the Hitachi removed. She tells me she is "weak". And then, one monumental scream ends it all...
Raven is now spread-eagle outside, up against a brick wall. A gas mask covers her face. A spreader bar keeps her ankles well apart. Angel steps out with a fuck stick and begins smacking her cunt with it. She pulls her cunt lips open and checks for wetness. Then she mounts the stick in her cunt. Afterward, Angel takes a Super Soaker and douses her down with a gallon of water. Unsatisfied, she grabs the fuck stick and pumps it in and out of her. She grabs the clover clamps and attaches one end to her clit and the other to her left nipple. Then back to the Super Soaker. She douses her face, then reloads and sticks it right up on her cunt and lets it fly. She's a douche bag now. And when Angel begins to vigorously finger fuck Raven some of that douche water starts spilling out onto her hand. So she spanks Raven's pussy for it, all the while Raven is screaming, crying and begging for release. But when the fuck stick and Hitachi meet her cunt hole at the same time, Raven has a bit more than she can handle...
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 Bijou starts out fully dressed in a business class outfit. Black skirt, black boots and a black blouse. She has a rope around her neck tied to the ceiling. Her elbows are brought together behind her back. She's just standing there. Head cocked to one side by the rope. After awhile JR comes out and gropes her and then asks her how she feels about it. How she feels about bondage in general. What turns her on. What humiliates her. Once her blouse is pulled up and her bra pulled down her tits are sucked into a vacuum of clear cylinders. Afterwards, lots of small metal tacks are placed into each of her hands, then her hands taped into tight fists. Her skirt is pulled down and her clit masturbated for her. She is then sat in a chair and firmly secured to it, legs, ankles, arms. Elise is then fetched. Apparently, she needs to take a piss. And she does so in a nearby bucket she places next to Bijou. After removing her pants and panties she lets it fly. The sound of it hitting the inside of the bucket echoing in the room. When she's done she places her panties into the urine, puts her pants back on and leaves. Those panties are then retrieved from the bucket, dripping urine, and placed inside the breath bag of a breath hood. Which, of course, gets pulled over her head so she can breathe in and enjoy Elise's urine. She mentioned something about it smelling like a truck stop in there. Then strong clamps are placed on her nipples which also serve as electrodes. She's then hooked to a power source and forced to endure painful electro torture to her tits. This only forces her to draw in air more quickly. She screams and then suddenly you can tell --she ingested some of that urine in there. You can hear her spitting in there. And then the Hitachi is brought to bear on her cunt. She doesn't seem to know whether to spit, cry or scream. At one point it just becomes too much and she desperately tries to extract herself from the chair. The power to her tits is turned up and then her clit is tightly clamped. It hurts, and she isn't sure she can take it, until the Hitachi hits it. She has an orgasm so powerful she looks like a small earthquake is taking place. Her head gets thrown back and those panties just fall right into her mouth leaving her spitting and distracted as she tears one off..
Now we find Bijou in a box tie, naked and sitting on a wire frame bed. Her legs are spread open and each ankle is tied to the frame holding her in position. A rope around her neck is tied off to her box tie. Her head is kept pulled back by a hair tie. She's ready for a good stuffing. In preparation for that she's vibbed off with the Hitachi until she begins to scream. Then Big Blue is mounted inside of her. Afterward, the Celebrator is placed right onto her exposed clit. It's too much. Right away she's like, "OH MY GOD!!" Her face contorts and she forgets all about being embarrassed, exposed. Through her screams she is made to tell me how great it feels. Finally, she gets a Hitachi mounted directly onto her clit and left running continuously. Nipple clamps are added and then tied off to the ceiling, as well as her big toes. We can see juice leaking from her cunt and hitting the floor beneath her. She can cum, but no one will be around to turn off the Hitachi, could get a little sensitive afterward.
Bijou is naked and lying on the floor. Her elbows are brought together. A neck rope is attached to her elbows. A hair tie keeps her head pulled back. Within minutes she has one ankle drawn up severely toward her elbow harness. It lifts her chest off the ground. The Hitachi is shoved on her cunt and she immediately gasp. And immediately it sounds as though she just jumped into a cold body of water. She gasps so hard it sucks the air out of the room --and then it is over. She struggles to breath as her other ankle is roped and then pulled up high to the ceiling. Until her pelvis is off the ground. Then she's made to move around for us. Struggle. She's yelled at. It's obvious she's getting pushed --and being yelled at the whole time isn't helping. Through her cries she says she can't do it so I just take a boot and move her for herself. She just sobs and tries to breathe at the same time. A fuck stick is fetched and mounted along her one leg and stuffed in her cunt. A big one. Then her asshole is molested by a finger while she is vibbed off and made to tell me what her holes are good for. An ass hook is procured and placed up to her face. She's told where it is going and to lube it up for us. It is then tightly cinched into her brown eye by another rope around her neck. She's sobbing now. The Hitachi finds her cunt and she soon begs for permission to cum. Denied. It gets turned off and Elise's urine soaked panties dropped a foot in front of her face. She's told to struggle over to them and place her face in them. Because that's the only way she's going to be able to cum. And trust me, it anit easy either. They may just be a foot away but they might as well be a mile away --and you have to yell out whose panties they are while you do it. It brings her down to a heaving, sobbing mess. I didn't think the crying would ever stop. Yep, she got reduced down to her base elements.
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