Stroke It - September 2010
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 19 year old Abby has never done anything like this before, she just had a need.
She is sitting in a darkened room in an old office chair when we find her. She’s wearing all black, her elbows tied together behind her back, her wrists tied together in the front. Her big, expressive eyes look around nervously when we find her. She doesn’t know where to cast her gaze or what to do with herself. She wants the ice broken but no one is willing to do it. She tries to engage someone but they ignore her. She is beginning to sweat, to wonder if she made the right decision. Her hair sticks to her face and she doesn’t like it. She’s nervous and alone. She doesn’t know us from Adam, but she knew she wanted to try something different for a change; she is growing increasingly unsettled, increasingly concerned, as the interview begins.
She mentioned in the interview she likes to suck cock. So to find out what she can do she was asked to get out of her chair and get on her knees and start pleasing Luther. Still tied in her elbow harness with her wrists brought around to her front and tied she lowers herself down to the Cock Sucking Position (CSP) and immediately takes him in. She starts off strong taking him deep into her face hole. But after a couple of mouth strokes she stops and turns to look at me like, “what now?” I let her know that I’d make it clear when it was time to stop. And with that she dug in. Dug in with a repetitive down stroke and upstroke, it made this rhythmic sound of dead cock, plastic and wetness. She took it like a machine --in and out, in and out. It was so machine-like I asked her to stop, to hold it in her mouth as deeply as possible and just sit. Just sit and wait. Her throat didn’t like that and she frequently filled her cheeks with, with something, before coughing violently and gagging off to the side. She would look over with those big, pleading eyes and ask with them, ask what she should do next. I told her to pull off and spit on him. She hacks up a mouth full of fluid and spits it out right on top of Luther, it hits the floor with a smack and then she takes him in. Her full lips wrapped completely around the girth and then she’s told to hold it again, deep. You see her neck well up, her cheeks and then her demeanor, her long hair stuck to her sweaty face. She’s forced to pull off and cough it up next to him. Once she is tacked back on she’s made to tell us how much she likes to suck cock. She isn’t even able to enunciate her words clearly with so much girth filling her face hole. But I make her tell me over and over again. Suddenly, it isn’t funny anymore, that this cock sucking is serious business, that we are serious about it.
When we find Abby next she is nude and hanging by her outstretched arms which are bound to a 5” round, 7’ long piece of bamboo. Heavy bowling balls hang from each end of the bamboo pole. Her feet are completely off the ground. If she wants to release the pressure on her arms all she has to do is place a foot, or two, onto the small 1” pipe thread -with a copper cap- jutting up from the floor directly beneath her. It is a tempting release. Just resting on that small little copper head will relieve the weight her body obstinately pulls on her arms as she swings in mid-air. The problem for her is, the pipe thread with a copper cap is energized. An electrical clamp on her nipple completes the circuit each time she tries to support her weight on the copper capped pipe. So she does have a choice, either hang there like a piece of meat or relieve the weight pulling upon her outstretched arms and have her feet and nipple be shocked relentlessly –it’s her choice –we just sit back and watch. She has never experienced electricity before in her life. She sees the copper tapped prop, she wants to touch it, to support herself, but therein lies much trepidation. We watch as she first picks both legs up and crosses them in what must be a trying and energy draining hold –an effort to avoid the electricity. Then, before long, she just has to see how painful that power is going to be, whether it is better or worse for her than just hanging there, hanging in mid-air. The first time her foot touches it she screams and pulls them back up, again crossing her lower legs behind her upper thighs. She tries to hold that position for awhile, certain the power is too much for her to handle, too much even to relieve the pain in her arms. Soon she can’t even hold that position and finds herself needing to drop her legs down, to either side of the power point, to be careful with it. But she loses concentration and a foot erratically hits the electrical support and she screams out in fear, in pain. Her legs and feet dance all around it while she hangs from her outstretched arms. She wants to touch it, she wants to feel the immediate relief on her arms --just not the power that will surge through her foot and nipple as well. Soon, her legs are failing about all around her copper support, a dance of desire and need, of want and pain. She is getting to the point where she must, where she has to endure the shock, to gain relief elsewhere for a time. That is when things get a bit more interesting for Abby...
Abby is nude and bound torso style to a post, her butt on the floor. One leg is tied to another post nearby in a half cocked position. The other is fully extended out from her and roped to the floor “Gulliver’s Travels” style. Her arms are pulled straight up above her head and bound to the same post as her torso. She can’t move an inch. When we find her a clear bag has already been pulled over her head –not tied off mind you, just pulled down over her head. She’s never had a bag pulled over her head before, something that panics her. Those big eyes look around, wondering if someone is paying attention to her predicament. She sits as we watch. She knows she is the center of attention, her quandary. She becomes more and more self aware. More knowledgeable about how she looks, her sweating, how her face contorts when she can’t breathe. How her increasing desperation is viewed by others. Those big eyes look around behind that bag and she grows increasingly more panicked. She lets the room know she doesn’t like the bag over her head, how it makes it hard to breathe. That’s when I close in and tie it off tightly around her neck. Immediately it begins to draw down upon her face with each breath. It barely enlarges on her exhale. She tells the room she’s scared. She doesn’t like it. We can hear the bag crinkle with movement each time she respires. I make her tell me what it is like inside there, how it affects her. She tells me she feels like she is stuck. The bag ever quickly expanding and contracting around her head, her face, her face hole. She tells me no air is left inside and pleads for it to be removed. All I do is untie it -rather than pull it from her head. All she receives is the air wafting up from her tits to the inside of the bag. That is her fresh air to breath. When the Hitachi hits her cunt she’s never had anything like that before, either. Immediately she states that the air is hard to process. But she clearly enjoys her predicament now. She tells me it feels good, that it is “really, really intense”. Her free foot kicks about mindlessly out of control. Its building now, we can clearly see she is working up to a point she can’t deny --and then she asks for permission to cum. Denied. She’s told the only way she can cum is if she asks me politely to tie that leather cord around her neck to seal off that clear bag around her head. She says she can’t do that, but we know better, we know that will change...
Abby is hogtied and nude. Her perfect C cup breasts shoved into the floor against the dry rice spread out before her. Her arms in a strappado and tied off behind her back. One leg is drawn upon itself with rope over the upper thigh and upper calf. The other leg is bound only by her big toe, tied off to her elbow harness. Both feet are in bondage as well. She is tightly drawn up in a package, a sex package. JR sits across the room with his dick hanging from his pants. All she has to do is make it across the floor, across all that dried rice, and meet his member, suck and feel his dick. That’s all. Knowing she has never in her life been gagged before JR gets up off the floor and takes a large black ball gag and shoves it in her mouth --after she admits this is her first time-- and buckles it in tightly, her pistol earrings penned down beneath the buckle of the gag on either side. We take a moment to watch her, to see how she deals with this object in her face hole for the first time. She, herself, is unsure. Sucking sounds can be heard, desperate sounds of a swallow that are unmet --as well as a big-eyed, self-aware look to see if we noticed. She places her head forward, on the floor, and takes it in. I make her tell me what it is like to be gagged for the first time, gagged for the first time while hogtied on the floor. She tries to answer, she tells me it’s “hard to breath”. When I sit back down across the room from her I ask her to come to me, to suck my cock. She tries right away to meet my demand, but within moments, sweaty again and exhausted, she feels the task is impossible. Hogtied, with dry rice spread before her, she is demoralized. She tells me, “the fucking rice hurts”. I know, that’s why I put it down there. She needed strong encouragement frequently to get her ass moving. She constantly pleads that she cannot do it as I yell at her to make it happen. After some effort she finally realized if she just rolls to her side she can make far better progress. With rice stuck to her face and body and more digging into her torso she inch worms her way over to where I’m sitting with my cock. When she finally makes it she is exhausted. She immediately rests her head in my lap as I unbuckle her giant ball gag. Then she gets right down to business blowing me. Her head gets shoved down further and she gags immediately. But she goes right back to it taking it as deeply as she can. She struggles to keep her head up high, her upper chest, so she can take it deep. It is a workout for her and by the time she is done beads of sweat line her face. When I’m done with that hole I gag it and move to the next one. She’s in for a treat...
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 Juniper has been up in JR’s attic for over an hour before he finally comes around to check on her. Nude and on her back, she has her legs and arms drawn up and tied off to a board above her head. It is dark and musky up here, and she is completely exposed with her legs wide open and her pussy out there for anything to savage. She is ball gagged and ass hooked as well. A clear electrical plate covers her cunt while a nose hook tied off way back behind her head prevents her from seeing what will take place. There is a large electrical box sitting in front of her connected to her pussy plate when JR finally arrives. And when he finally comes up the stairs she knows it. She can hear his footsteps and we see her take in a deep breath. He goes right for the electrical box attached to her cunt and flips the switch. She immediately becomes animated, her hands begin to open and close, her eyes open and she starts to moan it’s effects. Her legs, taunt and tied at the ankles above her head, the ones which were placid before, suddenly jump into motion. She tries to move them, whether voluntary or involuntary it is hard to tell, but they don’t go anywhere in spite of the current now coursing through her cunt. Her ass flinches and closes, catching the ass hook lodged in her brown eye each time. I ask her if she wants something to distract her from the pain. When she answers yes I compress her with nipple clamps –then tickle her relentlessly. She screams and yells, laughs and cries. I ask her if it is funny and she can’t do anything but scream back in terror. If it is so funny then I’ll just turn up the electricity. Afterwards, I tie her nipple clamps to the area between the back of her knee and elbow since they all line up so well –then jack up the power before leaving her awhile, ass hook still firmly planted in her poop shoot. She screams continuously now, crying as well. Juniper is new to this and she has never had anything like this happen to her before. Being a newbie to bondage and all, she had told me this was her fantasy position but now, I’m not so sure. What was she expecting here? With her nipples pulled in opposite directions and her ass hooked while electricity pulses through her cunt she has to be told to pull herself together as JR leaves to go fetch something that will just make her day a bit more uncomfortable...as he leaves he has to cover his ears from the screams she is emitting...
When we find Juniper next she is nude and or her back. She is firmly secured to the floor. One leg and the opposite arm are completely roped down like the giant in Gulliver’s travels, while the opposite arm and leg are firmly secured to wooden posts mounted to the floor. A large dildo mounted on a pole -which is mounted into the floor- is stuffed in her cunt. A dental retractor is in her face hole. Almost immediately JR walks up to her, whips out his dick and begins to let loose a hot spray of urine that seems to go on forever. He focuses on her cunt, spraying it down with yellow urine that carries an unmistakable “first piss of the day” smell. He fills her belly button on the way up to her face. She stretches her neck to get away from it but she can’t move a limb. A large pool builds beneath her and makes a puddle that drains off below and behind her head. She is crying now. Humiliated in someone else’s piss stench. He apologizes to her before turning away. We see her break down. It starts off slowly with her head on its side in the pool of urine. Then a maelstrom of emotions begin to wash over her that reach a crescendo in the broken down way in which she sheds those tears. She’s never had anyone piss on her before. She is also a girl that can cum if you just turn the Hitachi on and don’t even touch her with it. Then her clit becomes hyper-sensitive. When JR returns he has the Hitachi with him. As soon as she sees him carrying it she begins to break down again. Just that act alone brings her to tears. He mounts it on her cunt and leaves it to fetch nipple clamps, then clamps them down hard as she wails away like a Middle-Eastern woman on the streets of Bagdad. As he leaves the room its clear she’s already ripped the first orgasm off because the crying and wailing only get that much louder afterwards. JR will not be back until he’s finished doing chores around the property.
The next time we find Juniper she is nude in the out building. Her arms are pulled high above her head at the wrists and tied off. A wide spreader bar is locked between her ankles. She has a giant black ball gag buckled into her face hole –she looks like she is in some sort of permanent scream. A rope around her waist is tied down to the center of her spreader bar. It keeps her in a state of always wanting to crouch down, it is just that she can’t with her arms tied tautly above her head. She’s just looking around, wary, adjusting her position as best she can. Her innocent face; her young nubile body is very vulnerable and exposed and she knows it. When JR shows up he has an old dirty Cabbage Patch doll bound up in a strappado that he ties around her neck. Then he begins winding clear packaging tape around her lower arms and her head lodged between them. He wraps it around her entire ball gagged head. She panics when the tape starts to get close to her nose holes. She can’t see out well now as he moves down to her chest. He wraps the tape right over her little titties and flattens them out as he winds strip after strip over her breasts. Not stopping there, he gives her a packaging tape bikini as well. Once she is all taped up he takes the liberty to tickle the holy shit out of her. Starting at the arm pits he digs in with each of his fingers. Lightly at first, enough to let her know what’s coming, enough to let her sink into what she knows is coming in that sort of dreadful way. Then in no time flat she’s screaming at the top of her ball gagged, face hole lungs. At some points it is so high pitched ear plugs are needed to keep the eardrums from bleeding. She bucks about, twist around but nothing breaks her free from those fingers digging into her sides and arm pits. And when it seems like she can’t possibly last another second it stops. She is exasperated and infuriated. Her breathing rapid, she starts to bring herself back under control. Once she reaches a low, constant groan JR rushes her and starts the tickling right back up again. She freaks immediately and starts to scream out as best she can. She whips her body back and forth so fast she looks like an agitator in a washing machine. Her screams are punctuated only by her cries of mercy. Dear Mercy. Her cries and screams turn to anger and frustration as she now starts to curse him. She is trying to break free as though her life depended upon it. But poor Juniper, her cries have just begun.
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 Lolita is in the Objectification Chair. Nude, arms spread out crucifix style. Her neck, her upper chest, her legs and every quarter thereof is firmly fastened; she can’t move. She is wearing a black gas mask. Three tiny holes in the bottom of the mask is all she has to draw her air through. He breath is a task, she has to work to fill her lungs. The sound of her breathing is the only thing you notice. The way she works for it. I come out and suck her nipples into small vacuum tubes, then her cunt. She cries out when her cunt, from one side to the next, is heaved into the clear pussy pump. And she continues to moan. She lets me know it is uncomfortable. I leave her there for awhile, the whole of her pussy sucked into the clear vacuum pump while her nipples begin to lactate within their respective clear vacuum cylinders. Her nipples have grown long and engorged with the constant pressure. We can see her inside her mask. Her eyes look around, her head. She blinks inside that world she’s in, with all of her most sensitive areas under constant attack. When I return I remove her pussy pump and mount Mr. Handy in her cunt. When I leave her again she tries to fuck it using her pelvis. When I bring the Hitachi back and place it on her cunt she throws her head back and her breathing becomes far more labored. She moans constantly. She keeps humping Mr. Handy but with more urgency. She throws her pelvis out to meet the vibrator. She wants to push. Her nipples grow darker every minute from the pressure. With her head thrown back and her eyes slammed shut she ask permission to cum. I give it to her and immediately remove the Hitachi. Instead, I place tape over the last of her breathing holes and walk away.
She’s in the out building, standing nude in the center of the room. Her arms are tied high behind her back. A thick, wide leather collar around her neck is attached to the ceiling by an old rusty chain. If she wants to breathe easily she must stand on her tip toes. There is a long stick of bamboo tied across her shoulders. Each end runs 2.5 feet out on either side of her body. When we find her she’s trying to find something herself –a more comfortable position. Every way she stands seems to be just as uncomfortable and air restrictive as the last. She shakes her head around trying to gain something she can work with out of that collar. When I find her I have two 10 qt. buckets with me. I hang one on either end of the bamboo pole strapped across her shoulders, then begin to fill them evenly with water. I get them about half full and leave her a bit. Already I can see her neck is jacked up even higher with the weight of the water buckets pulling down hard on her shoulders. When I return I have some nourishment for her. A bowl full of banana pudding mixed with jalapeno peppers, artichoke hearts and milk. I feed it to her like she’s a newborn baby. And like a newborn, she wants to spit it up as soon as she gets it into her mouth. You see the anguish wash across her face as she tries to swallow it. She in fact, appears as though she wants to cry –or throw up. She has to struggle to swallow it past the collar, past her gag reflex and then struggle to keep it down in her stomach. When I’ve fed her the last giant spoonful I fill her buckets up the rest of the way, up to the brim. That comes to about 40 lbs. pulling her body down, pulling on her collar, and making it that much more difficult to stand on her tip toes. To get air. It doesn’t take long for the effects to begin to show. Staying up in a breathing position is now her main focus. It takes a toll, she starts to crack. Her face shows the trouble she’s having. Her body is tense, her panic building. Occasionally she blurts out a sound, a sound that appears to come from her without her wanting it too. Sounds that are shaped and affected by the collar pulling at her neck. In trying to find a more comfortable position she scares herself. Her whole body is tense, being pulled in two different directions. Her face starts to bloat. She’s dancing for air. When I come back I have the Hitachi. I press it against her cunt and she immediately responds. She leans her whole body into it, choking herself further. She moans and grunts, she tries to meet it with her pelvis, dancing about on her tip toes with 40 lbs. of water strapped to her back. When she gets close to cumming I stop and make her stand on one leg. It makes her cry. All she has left to balance herself is her neck and a tip toe of one foot. It strains her neck and after several seconds she breaks down. I make her turn around slowly for me, so I can see her nudeness from behind. She coughs and sputters and does what she’s told. I slam that Hitachi back down on her cunt and within seconds she ask me for permission to cum in a weak, raspy voice. I give it to her and she tears one off so fast she pisses herself and the floor below her.
Poor Lolita, when we find her next she is outside. She is strapped to a chair completely nude and completely unable to move. What’s worse, there’s a terrible rain storm overhead and it is only 60 degrees outside. We know that because a large, round outdoor thermometer is sitting right beneath the chair she’s strapped to. She’s already soaking wet and shaking. Her legs are shaking so hard it causes the chair to make a constant noise. The rain is really coming down outside so to make her situation that much more uncomfortable I strap a giant black ball gag into her face hole. Its huge and she moans when it goes in. It gives her face the appearance of being in a constant scream. She looks like a wet rat out there. Cold, nude and humiliated. After awhile I come out and check on her with a hot cup of coffee and cigarette. I ask her if she’d like to come inside and get dry and warm. She tries to tell me something, but then a big wash of drool comes flowing beneath the ball gag and falls to her chest to get mixed with all the water already soaking her body. Then she muffles out something about “yes, please, I’d like to come in”. Problem is, I have a hot meal waiting for me inside. Plus, it’s cold out here. So I let her know, she can come in after I’ve had my dinner and desert. Then I leave her out in the elements and watch her from inside while having dinner.
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 Michelle came to us expressing a great deal of desire to try something new. She'd never been tied up before. She conveyed how much she fantasized about bondage when she masturbated, how she likes man handling and rough sex. She told me she really only had one limitation –no personal, sexual contact. But as it turned out she had one more than that –her own fear. In this set of clips you’ll find Michelle nervous as a cat in a room full of rocking chairs as we talk about her sex life and what she hopes to get from the day. In the end, we really only got one scene from her. Each time she was tied up she would start to panic and then ask to be untied. In the cake scene we cut, she was right on the verge of asking to be untied again. I shoved the cake under her face and told her to get busy before she let her mind get the best of her.
What you see in these images is a girl who very much wanted to be placed into bondage with no sense of control whatsoever, yet found her mind racing when the fantasy became reality.
Still images contain additional images not shown in videos.
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 Bijou showed up with a half eaten sandwich. Right away she wanted to finish it so, I figured it was a good time to get things started. I tied one arm up high behind her back and wrapped the other end of the rope around her neck to make a collar. Then I let her finish it. She is wearing a long black dress with black heels. She also has on a pair of panties that I told her to wear all day for me –all day at work and then late into the evening. I watch her as she eats the sandwich nervously. I pepper her with questions concerning her sex life. I ask her if I take those panties off what I will find in the crotch. She finds it hard to swallow the sandwich, the rope tightly wound about her neck.
When we find her next she is wearing the same outfit, tied in much the same way. A rope connects her neck to the ceiling while another attached to her neck supports a bowling ball hanging behind her back. Another woman’s heels are sitting in an arch around her position. When I get to her I place manacles on her ankles with a short chain between them. I tape pencils between the fingers of her free hand. They leave her with a never ending source of deep seated discomfort. When I squeeze them she sucks in air quick, grimaces and lets out a sharp moan of pain. Her dress is untied in the back and pulled down below her breasts exposing her now bare titties. When she sees me approach her with nipple clamps she sucks in a deep breath, grits her teeth and sets her face in stone. When it is clamped on she screams out. When the other is clamped down her ears turn red and she blurts out, “Oh fuck!” I ask her how much pussy hair she has and then pull a clear bag over her head. That seems the least of her worries right now as she deals with the pain of those nipple clamps. And that only gets worse as I weight them down with heavy locks before tying a leather cord around her neck to seal the bag off. I make her tell me, from inside her little bag, what she thinks about when she masturbates. She tries to breath as little as possible fearing the bag will close around her face. But with each intake and exhalation of breath the bag does close and expand around her head and face. She swallows hard trying to maintain her composure. But we can see an undercurrent of panic just below the surface. She instinctively reaches up to pull the bag from her face with that free hand only to discover searing pain when she bumps the pencils taped between her fingers. But the growing panic only makes her do it again. She tells me she is worried, worried she isn’t getting enough air. I make her ask me for it. For fresh air. Then thank me when she gets it. Breathing is definitely something you need to get permission for. When I think she’s had enough fresh air I seal the bag back as she begins to whimper and cry about it. The bag makes a crinkling noise with each breath she takes. It grows hot and stuffy within seconds for her. A minute later the air is dead and stale inside. She starts to cry. Her eyes get distant. She’s trying hard to keep herself under control. I press the Hitachi up to her cunt through those dirty panties and get her off for a bit, fuck up her breathing in that bag. After a second she blurts out how she can’t breathe and begs me for fresh air. I give her just a little bit and then make her tell me all about the last time she got fucked. I hang more weights on her nipple clamps, seal her bag back up and start vibbing her cunt off again. She’s torn between the good feeling down below and the real bad panic-y one up top. Soon she’s begging for more fresh air as one of the nipple clamps is pulled off from the heavy weights. She screams out in pain. But she also screams out for an orgasm. She begs for it, begs for it as though she were begging for her own life. Begging behind that bag over her head. The other clamp pulls itself off and she continues to beg for it. Pleads over and over again for permission to cum. When she is at her apex of desire I deny her. I remove the vibrator, pull her bag off her head and then ball gag her with a huge black ball gag. She is shaking her head no as I buckle it in. Then I pull the bag back over her head and leave her there.
When I come back to get Bijou I take her down. I remove the bag from her head and untie the rope connecting her neck to the ceiling. Immediately a large portion of support for that bowling ball is now gone. It pulls on her neck rope, choking her. She struggles to hold it up with the hand tied behind her back. Her giant ball gag only makes the effort, even breathing, difficult. She desperately tries to sit down, sit down so that bowling ball stops pulling on her neck. But even that is a terrible effort. She can’t just bend over and sit or she risks having the bowling ball swing around and hit her. Squatting with the manacles around her ankles is intensely painful. If she puts her one free hand out to steady herself she’ll bump those pencils taped between her fingers. In the end she just can’t do it. She has to be helped onto the floor. So I leave her there awhile, ruminating with her predicament. When I return I have her scoot her way across the floor to Elise Graves’ shoes. Over to her heels. Elise is going out on the town tonight and needs Bijou to clean them for her. I have Bijou pick them up and smell them. Rub them on her face. When I remove her ball gag she picks up a pair of Elise’s black heels and starts licking them. Licking the sides, the heels, under the shoe. I have her get her tongue deep inside as well, where Elise’s little foot resides. Just handling the shoes is a painful process for her, the pencils still taped tightly between her fingers. She often winces in pain. I make her tell me: Some other girl is going out tonight and I have to clean her shoes. When she has licked that pair of heels clean I have her scoot her ass over to the next pair, dragging her bowling ball along the way. She still has two more pairs of heels to go. When she is all done I have her lay onto her back and vib her off to a massive, earth-shaking orgasm through her dirty panties. Then bring her to tears by not removing the vibrator after she’s ripped her Big O off. When I’m done I remove her soiled, messy panties and tape them into her mouth and leave her.
When we find Bijou next she is nude and bound upon a lattice of bamboo. Her arms are secured up over her head. A rope is wound around her neck holding her head back. Her legs are drawn up and tied widely separated. Her snatch is clearly visible in this unladylike of positions. Sitting before her is a container of large glycerin suppositories, nipple clamps and toothpaste & brush. She can’t tell what the container holds within it. I ask her what she thinks is next. She considers it for several moments and then tells me: I don’t think you’re going to brush my teeth. When I pick up the nipple clamp she starts to cry. She just hates them. So I clamp it down onto her nipple and tie a leather cord to it and then her heeled foot. She screams out when it goes on. And doesn’t stop for several seconds. That’s when I start to tickle her. Right in that exposed arm pit. She stops crying and starts begging me to stop, unable to control her laughter. She’s now screaming for me to stop, telling me how cruel it is, begging. I place my hand over her mouth and nose and dig in. She stares back at me with a face full of pleading. Her laughter rapidly turning to cries of anguish before I finally give her a break. Just as she begins to collect herself I run back to her and dig into the other arm pit with my hand back over her mouth. She’s trying to scream out behind my hand, failing her legs and pulling her nipple clamp in the effort. She’s at her limit when I pull away and leave her, a squabbling, pitiful mass of flesh. She can’t even catch her breath she’s so worked up. While she is still crying I fetch the biggest cane I have. I taunt her with it. I make her kiss it and tell me how bad she wants it across her chest. She pleads with me not to do it. I rare back and bring it down fast –stopping just before striking her. I do it again and again, until she’s crying from the uncertainty, the possibility. After I’m done terrorizing her with the cane I grab a bowl of water, place toothpaste onto the toothbrush and force her face hole open. Then I proceed to give her mouth a good cleaning. After cleaning the upper mouth I stop for a second and shove the toothbrush, brush end first, up her nose and scrub each nostril before returning it to her mouth to clean the lower half and tongue. When I’m done she has a mouth full of toothpaste she doesn’t want to swallow. She doesn’t have any choice but to just spit it out right onto her own chest, right onto herself. She does and it runs down thickly between her breasts. Then her soapy face hole is ball gagged. Once she’s gagged I make her tell me: I sucked some cock before I got here and I needed my mouth cleaned out. Thank you for cleaning it out and getting rid of that cock smell. Barely understandable with that gagged face hole, I make her repeat it again. When I grab the container of suppositories she has no idea what they are –only that whatever the contents are they are going straight up her asshole. I pull one of the suppositories from the container and show it to her. She pleadingly ask me what it is and I just take it and shove it up her brown hole. Then another and another until she has five of them up her bum. I show each one to her before it gets on its way, and each time she shakes her head no pleading with me not to do it. Within seconds she tells me through her gagged face hole that she is getting hot. That her bung hole feels warm. She doesn’t know why and ask me. I just tell her that it is going to get a lot warmer in there. She groans out and announces she doesn’t feel good. The glycerin suppositories are leaching all the moisture from her bowels and emptying it into her rectum. But she has no idea about that. She tells me she feels sick, that she needs to poop, that her asshole feels like it is burning. She pleads with me to help her but I just stand there staring at her, watching her lose herself. Begging. She’s crying the whole time, moaning about how it hurts. Elise Graves shows up and shaves her pussy hair off as she pleads for permission to poop them out. I give her permission and she tries to push them out. She strains before we finally see one fly out like a projectile missile. After a few more pushes another breaches the rim and lands just behind the other. Soon, she has them lying in a little line right at her sphincter as Elise shaves away. She tells me she feels cramp-y and I tell her to tell you, The Viewer: I have a brown hole that’s empty. Then I shove five fresh suppositories back up her asshole and leave her awhile.
When I come back she immediately tells me how cramp-y she feels inside, that she needs to go to the bathroom. I tell her to go ahead. Then suddenly a suppository comes flying out again, then four more machine gun style. She has a pool of butt juice collecting beneath her. Every push she makes doesn’t just blow the suppository out it also flushes a little water out each time. So she sits in it, humiliated. She tells me how uncomfortable she is. I grab two cotton balls and shove one up each of her nostrils. Then I tape them in with clear tape, distorting her face. I grab the suppositories that have already been up her butt and lay them across her face behind the tape. When I’m done I shove ten more fresh suppositories up her ass. She immediately begs to be able to poop them out. She keeps going on about how bad her cramps are and I flatly tell her I don’t care. I see liquid rush from her bum as she cries for release. She’s begging for her asshole and nipple to be left alone. I offer to remove the nipple clamp and she pleads with me to do so, forgetting how badly it will hurt when it is removed. And I do remove it. The very second it comes off the blood rushes back into that tender flesh and she screams out in excruciating pain. Then she wails for some time before finally collecting herself enough to thank me. Between sobs she again tells me she does not feel good. But when I ask her if she wants that pussy played with she lets me know right away she does. When I put that Hitachi on her cunt she gets lost in herself. She lets out sounds reminiscent of large game animals. She moans the pleasure. When I ask her if she has forgotten about her asshole she tells me yes. So I stop the vibrator and shove ten more suppositories up her ass as she screams for mercy, begs me not to place another one up there. When she can’t keep them in her ass from the cramps I move the ones that slid out out of the way and shove fresh ones back in to replace them. I simply ignore that deafening sound of her begging me not to do it. Then I return with the Hitachi and bring her right up to the point of need, have her ask me for permission to cum and then give her that permission only to immediately remove the vibrator from her cunt. She breaks and begins to cry, pleading with me. She can’t understand why she can’t just have that one little thing. I make her an offer. I’ll let you cum but...
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 Elise Graves - Captured Cunt - Part I
JR is looking for where he left Elise Graves. There are several spots around his dilapidated property where she could be and he has checked just about all of them. There’s one last hole to check, though. He is ripping up the flooring behind the bar when we find him. There’s a small crawl space down in there. A dank, dark place full of humidity, spiders and extreme isolation. He pulls up the linoleum floor to reveal a small opening covered by two large, square boards. Once those are pulled up he climbs down the short ladder, almost unable to fit through the opening. Once down inside he finds Elise back in the corner, naked and chained by the neck to a beam above her head. It only allows her a short area to move around in. She also has an old rusty chain around her waist and through her crotch. Her wrists are manacled to her waist. Her ankles are also manacled with a short chain between them. She has been down in this hole for god knows how long. The space is wet and cold. She is ball gagged in spite of the fact no one could ever hear her scream down here. All she has to keep her company is a large rat trap, a litter box and some old rags to sit her bare ass on. When JR finds her she is just getting up to go pee in her litter box. Getting into a standing position is almost impossible for her. The manacles around her ankles dig into her flesh. She is forced to place her back on the concrete wall and push up to get a “standing” position. When she reaches her litter box, where a fresh pile of shit is already present, she again has to place her back against the wall and squat down over it to let it fly. Her neck chain is stretched to the maximum when the urine starts to flow. When she is done she negotiates her way back to the corner and sits. Sits there with no idea how long she has been in this hole, whether it is even day or night or what day of the week it is. But today is her “lucky” day...
She was a dirty, disgusting piece of shit when he fetched her from the hole. But now she is fresh and showered. JR likes to make his women get all prettied up for him and that’s just what he did to Elise. When we find her JR is making her model some hot looking girl-next-door outfits for him –now that she is cleaned up like a decent human being. He likes what he sees, too. The first thing he has her in is form fitting white pants and a black blouse. He makes her pose and spin around so he can see her ass better. He drinks in her lines as she looks around nervously, unsure of what is next. She keeps twirling the end of her hair and trying not to look his way. When he’s seen enough he has her change into something else. A pair of tight, old blue jeans and a soft, feminine green camisole made of a silky material. It all fits her so well, her uber female body. Again he has her turn to see that ass encased in those well worn jeans. It is just the type of outfit that if you saw a chick wearing out in life it would stick with you all day. Then he has her change into green shorts and an orange sweater with black flip flops. The contrast, the way the clothes fit her feminine body, those sexy lines –he has her turn around immediately to see that ass. He poses her and touches himself. If the outfit before this one left an impression this one drives him crazy. It’s all he can do to keep from cutting a hole in her shorts right now and fucking her. But he pushes on and has her change next to a black evening dress with shiny black heels. The dress fits her in all the ways that it should; cuts in at the waist and stays close past her upper thighs before stopping above the knee. He can’t quit looking at her feet in those heels, her legs. Those legs are perfect. One could not conceive or create from scratch a more perfect set of lines. She looks ready for an evening at the opera versus what JR has in store for her. And now he has her put on elegant, patterned black hose, short red skirt and a black top. Another pair of black heels finishes her outfit. The skirt poofs out on all sides allowing a generous view of that hose climbing up past her thighs. He gets all caught up again in those feet, those feet encased in sexy black hose captured by the black heels. He gets lost there for a moment before allowing his eye to climb past her ankle and up the leg. Holy crap, he has her change again before he loses his own control. Back to black heels, a whole new pair, with no hose and just her bare feet encased, captured. Her toes painted red. She stands there before him, nervous and scared, but he stares at them, drinking in the site. The delicate strap around her ankle, the way she holds her feet together, the pretty toes –then his eye turns upward, up her leg. He can’t quit thinking of how he will defile her. When his eye runs upward he finds her in a red dress, a little girl dress. When he reaches her face he stares her in the eye taking it in. Taking her in. Knowing what he will do later to her while she wears this dress. Holy shit, she is beautiful. So innocent looking and nervous. Her fair, unblemished skin, her red dress with black heels and red painted toes evoke a pure virtue ripe for what he has in store. It is time to get started...
When we find Elise next she wearing that elegant black evening dress with shiny black heels. She is in a strappado. Her arms, her elbows brought close together behind her back. Rope wraps the length of her arms holding them close together. A rope through her wrist binding pulls her arms high above her head behind her. Her ankles are drawn outward, wearing those heels. Tied in place she cannot bring her legs together. She is my little girl-next-door all trussed up in my out building. She’s already been this way awhile, struggling with the position. Her arms are so jacked up behind her toward the ceiling it is impossible for her to find a position that can be endured for any length of time. That’s when JR shows up and cuts her dress off. She now finds herself nude, save for the black panties she has on. She can’t stop moving, trying to find a position that doesn’t stress her. JR finds the Hitachi and presses it against her cunt, through the panties and starts to get her off. She leans into it, needy like. Within seconds she forgets all about her surroundings and focuses on nothing but her cunt, her little dick. She screams out, “Oh shit!”, her need building. Then, “Ohhhhh fuuuccccckkkk!” reaches her lips and she finds herself in complete desperation for an orgasm. She looks at you, The Viewer, and asks for permission to cum. When she gets it she lets out a scream of desire, of want and need and of sound that belies how good it feels to her. When it is over she thanks him, more as a way of backhandedly getting him to stop, to take away the Hitachi from her cunt –but he doesn’t. He holds it there in spite of her newfound sensitivity. It wails away and she finds herself slipping again into a space she can’t control. She wails and screams and shakes her hips, curses fowl language. She has no control over her sex. JR owns that. When she cums again she hangs herself from the strappado, lifting her feet inches from the floor. Snot and spit hang and swing from her face holes as she pushes out another orgasm she had no power over. When it is over, without the medicating benefits of the Hitachi, she finds that she can now barely stand. The position so taxing, perched on her heels, that no movement or way offers her any composure. She finds herself blurting out expletives in an attempt to assuage how she finds herself. He cuts her panties off, her wet, cum filled panties and shoves them into her mouth --crotch side first. Then he tapes them in with clear tape. Wraps it about her head with no concern for her hair or face. She is left with her biggest face hole stuffed, stuffed with her own soiled panties, her cut black evening dress near her heeled feet. When JR returns he shoves a G-Spot vibrator up her ass, turns it on high and sits back. She immediately begins to wine, to moan through her panty gag. She shakes her hips up and down --that brown hole of hers’ invaded. When JR finally comes back he has the Hitachi in his hand. He shoves it against her cunt and sends her into a desperate, deficient space. She begins to scream through her gag, muffled as it is. She begs for permission to cum, she pleads with him but he withholds it. Right when she reaches the apex of desire he pulls it away and leaves her. Leaves her to go mow the yard.
After cutting the grass and showering he has taken Elise down. We now find her in those green shorts he wanted to cut a hole in and fuck her while she wore them --with that orange sweater. He loves contrasts, especially sexy contrasts like this. Problem is, for Elise anyway, is that she has a wide leather belt around her waist –and neck. Her wrists are cuffed to her waist band in the back. Her ankles tied together and drawn up toward her wrists, sort of a reverse fetal position. Worse, Elise is completely encased in a thin clear plastic bag; she is slowly suffocating inside. It is already growing foggy for her as he seals the bag shut around her waist. It is a full encasement, all the air she breathes now is air that has been used by her. It grows thinner with each breath. Less and less oxygen and more and more condensation and heat inside. She tries to control her breath, her breathing. She wines. She works on maintaining control. She is lying on her side. The thick leather collar tightly secured around her neck doesn’t give her any comfort, let alone make it easy for her to drawl a breath. As time passes it becomes increasingly difficult to see her inside of there. We can hear her breathing, her attempts at controlling it. JR ask her what is the toughest part of her situation. She tells us the collar right now. It makes it difficult for her to get a full breath. Water starts to bead up inside and run down the plastic around her face. It wants to stick to her face, making her panic. She appears all wet inside. Her hair plastered to her face as she attempts her composure. But it is faltering. The heat and water inside, the water from her own breathing, condensation, and the heat from her breath and body conspire against her. She’d like to be out of this, maybe back in her hole. She tells me how difficult the collar makes it for her, green shorts still fitting her like an uber woman. She tells me how hot it is inside there and I tell her how cool it feels outside. She starts to tell me how hard it is to catch a breath. I cut a small opening for her. An opening that I shove a short rubber hose into, for her to breath with. At least that’s what she thinks. Once she has it in her mouth she uses it to take in fresh oxygen –and we can hear her doing so. It is her own fresh air supply as she tells me how tight the collar is. She is sucking it in. We can hear it. And then the Hitachi. She finds herself needing to reach for a new way to breath, to get that orgasm, because she is a bondage slut. But that was temporary, before JR cut her breathing off with a pair of hemostats on the rubber hose punching itself from the bag. He makes her ask, beg for a fresh air supply. He brings out a well nurtured Hookah, one ready to smoke. Finding her rubber hose he picks it up and fills her bag with Hookah smoke. She cries out and wails. She tells him how bad the air is getting, how she can’t see now, how she can’t even see her breathing tube now for the smoke. Her bag is permeated, smoke she did not want. Smoke that just makes her situation that much more demanding. She coughs, and hacks –spits inside her enclosure. She grows into a panic....he decides to see what the Hitachi changes. She screams out at the top of her lungs....this is only the beginning....
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