Stroke It - December 2009
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 Part II
...and now we find Elise in a terribly compromising position - flipped over and resting on her shoulders, with her ass high in the air. Her legs secured in one direction while her arms are secured in the other direction. A wire can be seen going into her asshole. Her clit is visibly still swollen from her clit tube experience. Soon a tube of Icy Hot cream arrives and is placed on her ass for safe keeping. The reason for the wire in her ass becomes apparent very quickly as the electricity flowing through it keeps turned on. Immediately her asshole can be seen clamping down on something. She twitches about and screams. Then I take the Icy Hot and generously rub it into and all over her pussy, swollen clit and asshole. It doesn't take long for her to feel the effects either. It pretty much keeps her screaming and unsettled right away. I take the larger clear cylinder and suck her now screamingly uncomfortable pussy into it. Suck it so far up in there it disfigures it. We can see it inside the tube, all covered in Icy Hot while she screams bloody murder. I think she started to cry at this point. A cane is fetched to administer strikes directly onto her asshole. She screams out something about her pussy being on fire but I bet she forgets about that as soon as the caning starts up. And she does. She's left to simply cry about it when it's over. Crying and sort of rocking back and forth to assuage the discomfort. She's finally given a small reprieve with the Hitachi but because her whole pussy is sucked into the tube direct contact cannot be made --but she still seems to like it. But the reprieve is short lived. The electricity to her asshole gets turned up until she can't even talk to us anymore. Then her asshole gets caned again before ultimately turning to her feet. When it is over she's left crying and sobbing in her predicament. By the time I come back to her and take the cylinder from her cunt its angry. It is swollen and red, disfigured. Gobs of Icy Hot still stuck to it. Then I grabbed Big Blue and fucked her with it. And that cunt gets vigorously fucked. She screams the whole time it takes place.
Now we find Elise sitting in the middle of the room naked. A bunch of loose change sits on the floor in front of her. Mostly quarters, some dimes and nickels, a few pennies. She is instructed to count the change and let us know the total. When she's done the grand total is $8.30. She's told to get on her upper back and get her pussy up in the air. A speculum is procured and stuffed in her cunt. Once the pussy has been wretched open and locked in place all of that change is then poured right down into her waiting hole. It gobbled it up just like the coin machine at your local supermarket. She is then asked to stand up and squat. Her arms are pulled up over her head and secured. Labia clamps are then attached to her cunt and pulled down to the floor and secured. Now, if she stands up out of her squat she will pull the clamps attached to her labia. Almost immediately she cries out from the predicament --it is just so easy to pull those clamps. Her legs begin to shake right away. She is forced to hang by her wrists to relieve the pressure in her upper thighs. She begins to cry almost immediately. A bead of sweat runs right down the middle of her chest from her neck line. The desperation in her face is clear. No change has fallen out of her cunt, though. She tries to dance a little on her big toes, trying to gain a better position. Big tears course down her cheeks as I apply nipple clamps to her breasts. She tries to breath, to control her emotions, but the predicament just keeps getting the better of her. She breaks down in sobs. I add one pound weights to each nipple clamp. Where her pussy was what hurt the most before, now she tells us it is her nipples. She just closes her eyes, mouth agape and tries to concentrate. Tries to deal with the pain and the predicament. I pull out the cane. When she sees me coming with it she instinctively tries to move. This causes her nipple weights to swing and she immediately regrets her decision. Her arm pits get caned. She breaks down into sobs. She screams and nothing comes out of her mouth but fluid; every hole in her face has snot and spit and tears running from them. She is told that if she doesn't quit crying she will be gagged. She meekly tells me, "I'm done crying". I gag her anyway with a whiffle ball gag. Her left nipple clamp falls off just as I do. It gets placed right back on there while that nipple still has the blood rushing back into it. That act alone causes her to break down and sob like we've not seen her yet. Generous amounts of slobber are pouring from her gagged mouth now. Snot runs freely from her nose. She's left there awhile to be watched. Suddenly, the left nipple clamp falls off yet again, with a loud bang as it hits the floor. The moment it happens her face grows even more distorted as she builds up into another heaving emotional mess. I remove the remaining nipple clamp and then add new ones, Clover clamps. The chain stretches behind her neck before attaching to her nipples. In this way the nipples are pulled upward hard and constantly. There's so much fluid coming from her face holes the whole of her chest is soaked. When she lets me know she needs to pee real bad a metal bucket is shoved beneath her cunt so she can go to the bathroom. Once she's done urinating the bucket is removed and, much to her surprise, it is upended and the urine poured all over her head. Then she's caned again.
Finally, we have little Elise sitting in the middle of the floor, her legs drawn in to her and tied off. Each big toe pulled up and tied to her chest harness. Since no change fell out previously we need to remove the coinage and count it up. She is instructed to start digging it out and placing it in her piss bucket for counting later. She gets started and with great effort begins to find the coins in her cunt. Apparently, they are buried rather deep. Digging in there causes her to grimace and work hard to find them. But once she does she tosses them into the piss bucket with a metallic clang. We can see that her pussy and clit are still quite swollen from the previous scene. Its taking her awhile so I saddle up to her change bucket and start urinating in it myself. After about a two minute piss she has a lot of urine to contend with in her bucket. After some effort she has them all out of her pussy and in the bucket. Now she is told to collect them from the bucket, count the total and report it back to us. With each dip of her hand she brings out the pungent, urine soaked change for counting. In the end, after it was all tallied, her pussy actually created one cent more than was placed into her cunt. That's when the piss bucket was fetched and my urine poured all over her head.
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 Part I
A rap at the door brings Elise Into The Attic. Immediately she is told to remove her clothing and get on her knees. She doesn't even have time to say hello or finish the beverage she arrived with. She is chained about the waist. Manacles are placed onto her wrists and ankles. Her wrists are secured behind her back to the waist chain. Her ankles are secured to short lengths of chain stemming from her waist. The chain is cold and she grimaces as it goes on. Once she is secured she has her head taped up before being allowed to fill out her paper work. Paper work that all models complete before a shoot. Afterward, she is instructed to make her way into the shoot room and sit at the middle of the floor. There she has a metal collar placed around her neck, drawn forward and then chained to a heavy wooden post. There she waits for some time. The heavy steel links of chain both biting into her flesh and securing her in place. After watching her for some time she has her head cut away from the tape. Now, we can see her face clearly. Immediately she has a calf feeder bottle shoved into her face hole and she is forced to consume a large quantity of water. Forced to drink it for a good long time, while the bottle is also being squeezed from the outside. Nipple clamps are then affixed. After some additional time watching her she is gagged. A black ball gag is tightly buckled in. The panties she wore to the shoot are collected and then stuffed inside a latex breath hood. The breath hood is then pulled down over her head so she can enjoy the restriction of breathing coupled with the smell of her own dirty panties. And there she is left, chained, nipples clamped and drawing in the air filtered thru her soiled skivvies. We watch her awhile. As other activities take place she sits there, rocking back and forth. The toe on one foot moving in some rhythm only she knows about. Her breath hood growing and collapsing. After some time of waiting she then has her clit sucked into a small clear cylinder. We can see it is pulled down far into the glass; misshaping it. She is told to get up now, still chained to the small post. To get up and do a 360 degree turn so we can see her body, her clamped nipples and elongated clit. Her asshole. It takes her some time to get up on her feet, chained and restricted the way she is. She is actually made to move the chains out of the way and show us her asshole, the clear clit cylinder clearly visible, hanging between her legs. We can hear her labored breathing inside the hood. She is told to hold the position she's in, bent heavily at the waist, manacled. An electrical plug is inserted into her asshole. Once inside she is allowed to sit back down again. Her breathing is much more heavy now, drawing and collapsing the latex hood in a far more dramatic fashion. She is concentrating on her breathing. Keeping it in check. When she is asked what hurts the worse she points to her nipples. So I add one pound weights to each. Finally, the breath hood and ball gag are removed. She's told she has to fuck the dildo that is mounted to the wooden post she's been chained too. Because no lube will be used she must use her face hole to moisten the dildo before insertion. She struggles greatly just to get into position to suck it, the weights on her nipples swinging heavily as she adjusts. One clamp and weight falls from her right nipple, making a weighty sound as it hits the floor. She screams out in pain. She mounts the dildo, clit still sucked far into the cylinder. Once the hole is breached she starts to fuck it vigorously. But each stroke requires her to squat. She is forced to keep her legs bent and her body kept low in order to fuck the dildo. Quickly she tires. She can't do more than ten strokes before she is forced to sit on it for relief. To stuff the whole thing inside of her and sit down on the post itself. And when she does so I replace the clamp and weight that fell from her nipple earlier. Clearly she is under duress. One foot is moving in some strange, unknown rhythm while her mouth forms the shape of a scream that never leaves her mouth. As soon as she starts fucking the post again the clamp falls right back off. I think she likes it though. She's fucking that dildo with action and sounds that tell me she's enjoying herself -to a point. Then she has to sit back down again and rest on that post. And when she does the whole of her legs are shaking. Fatigued. That clit still sucked into that cylinder. A new, stronger and sturdier clamp is procured and attached to the free nipple. The weight also added. She's told to resume fucking the dildo, to fuck it to exhaustion. When she is so fatigued she must sit down onto the dildo and rest I take a rubber hose and tie it tightly around her neck. She's like a fish out of water now, trying to breath. I place the Hitachi onto her clear clit cylinder and vib it off. She gasp for breath and screams at the same time. Her legs are shaking violently. That clamp and weight fall off again, momentarily distracting her. But she asks for permission to cum in the moment. Denied. The clamp is replaced. Placed right back to that now disfigured nipple. Again, she is forced to consume a large amount of water thru the calf feeder. Afterward, the Hitachi is placed just above her clit tube and she's vibbed off this way. Within seconds she is crying. Within seconds she is also asking for permission to cum through those tears. She's breaking down now, the sound of her rattling foot incessant. When I ask her if the dildo feels good she tells me..."especially when I sit on it and it goes in real far". That's when I have her get off and attach a new, bigger, longer, girth-er dildo. Again, she is made to lick, suck and spit on the new dildo for insertion into her pussy. This one is much bigger in all dimensions. After she humps it for a bit I tell her sit on it. To rest upon it like a chair. She manages, with her clit tube hanging over the end of the post once she is seated. Her internal organs shoved out of the way to accommodate the dildo. "Full" she tells me. In between her sobs for mercy and permission...that's when the real torture begins....
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 We welcome Star Into The Attic on her first visit out of retirement. Let's get started.
As usual we sit the subject down and chat with her about a whole range of things. We learn all about her bondage experiences, how she got started, what she likes about it, why she disappeared from the scene and even her favorite sexual position. At the end of the interview she's given a choice between having her neck strung up to the ceiling and dancing upon electrified copper pads or standing in a bucket of ice.
Now we find Star on her tip toes. She's standing on those electrified copper pads. She's wearing a lovely green sun dress and she has that rope around her neck, keeping her up on those tip toes. She keeps her hands around the rope for stability. Her ankles get tied outward to make sure they stay in place over those copper pads. Once she gets separated the power is turned on. Almost immediately she exclaims. She dances just ever so slightly. She keeps her hands just above her head firmly planted on the rope going from her neck to the ceiling. Her breathing has changed. It is punctuated with repeated quick breaths. She sucks in quickly and grimaces often. The Tippy Toe Barefoot Dance has begun. After several minutes of watching her dance about she's made to grasp two copper sticks which get duct taped into her hands. This leaves her precariously positioned now, the electricity flowing all the way into her calves as she balances on her tip toes. Her elbows are brought together behind her. Her wrists then pulled to the front of her torso and tied off. The electricity to the copper sticks in her hands is applied. To complete her predicament her nipples and breasts are sucked in clear cylinders and she's left to dance for us.
It's time for the Luther Meet & Greet. While still wearing her sun dress and in an elbow harness she gets a crotch rope applied. A while ball gag is buckled into her mouth. She is asked to service Luther while wearing it. So she gets on her knees and does her best to get that tongue out from behind the gag, to slip it beneath the ball so she can lick Luther, however inaptly. We see just the tip of her tongue make its way out and down Luther's shaft; doing her best to lick his balls and head, drool dripping from her lower lip. The gag is removed and she fully takes Luther now. She opened that mouth up wide, paused for a second and then took it down her throat. She managed to get a full 3.25 inches down of that girth-y shaft. Then she worked Luther's cock like she wanted to impress him. The resonance, the in and out, just working the first few inches only, but doing it in a cycle that built. The way she ate it, the line of drool from her lower lip to the tip. The little wet gagging sounds, the little desperate sounds that popped up when she went deep. How tired she looked and then took it again. Trying to control the gag reflex....Luther got his cock sucked again.
Star is suspended, hanging first laterally. After a few minutes additional rope is added and she's brought up into a full on, head first swan dive. One leg is doubled back and tied onto itself. The foot is taken and bound to the opposing leg. When the nipple clamps when on she screamed. That prompted me to go find the one pound weights which I then hung from each nipple clamp. At that point, she couldn't decide what hurt worse --her nipples or something else entirely. After watching her from some time hang in her swan dive I proceeded to determine which vibrator she likes better --the Hitachi or the Celebrator. And trust me, those weights swung around wildly.
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 I’m out on the lake, fishing. I’m in my fish cat, waders and fins on, minding my own business. It’s a clear cold day for fishing and I haven’t been getting many strikes. After about an hour paddling around suddenly, out of nowhere, ODFW speeds up to my fish cat and takes me into custody, right there on the lake. After a three hour drive back to civilization I’m placed into an interrogation room where I wait another two hours. I while away the time, still dressed in my waders, fishing cap and flannel shirt, by doodling out images of girls in bondage. Finally, a cop shows up, rips my bondage doodling from my legal pad and puts it into a manila folder she’s carrying with her. I can see it has photographs of various women. Women I’ve not seen before. Right away she asks me what I’ve done “with all those women”. I’m thinking to myself…is she talking about Attic women,,,or some other set of women? Uh oh, I think there’s been some kind of mistake…
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 Bijou is Into The Attic on her 4th visit. She was ready to come back in and we were ready to have her.
She starts off fully dressed and under stress. Hanging from nothing but her wrists she is wearing lovely boots, skirt, blouse and light sweater. Fully clothed. Like she just got off work. But hanging. By those wrists. Under stress. She’s even swinging a little bit, collecting herself before she’s even lost it. Concentrating. She swallows hard and looks straight ahead. You can tell she’s wondering how much more she can endure. But we watch her awhile. She’s a Good Girl. She sucks in her lower lip. She grows more uncomfortable by the nano-second. Eyes blink quicker, she looks about more frequently. Her face shows more concern. After several minutes I come to her aid and place a block of uneven wood beneath her boots. She gets a small reprieve, a difficult one at best. We see her take a breath when she finds purchase. She coughs. She coughs suddenly where she could not before, the pressure from hanging just too great upon her chest. She found a way to stand on that uneven block of wood. We see her flex her hands now, to regain. I come on and start asking her questions. As soon as she tells me her weight I kick the block of wood from beneath her and continue the interview; again hanging by her wrists. It clearly distresses her. I pull her skirt down revealing her pantańes –then give her back her block of wood again. I mean after all, we have a long road ahead of us. Next I undo her belt and ask her how often she masturbates. I ask her what she fantasies about and she replies, “getting tied up…”. She likes getting slapped, being left in an “awkward position” for a long time. I flog her pussy. I remove her blouse. Now I flog her open breasts. She’s barely resting on that block of wood. It won’t be there much longer. She’s shaking. When I put the nipple clamps on she screams out. When the weights get added it sends her into subspace. I pull her panties down and expose her pussy. I put the Celebrator on her clit. She’s almost universally thankful. I tell her to tell you, The Viewer. “Oh god!” Heavy breathing. Need to cum. Denied. She keeps telling me how good it feels, about how she suddenly needs to cum. “Oh fuck!”…“Oh please, oh please”. I make her hang herself for better pleasure. “Please, please, please!” Weights hanging and swinging. She screams out. Violently shaking now, mouth agape. “Please may I cum, please!!!” Her panties are hanging just off the toe of her unsupported boot. She again ask for permission to cum, so I make her ask me to place the weighted nipple clamp back on the nipple it fell from. Afterwards, she asks for permission and I deny it. Jesus, we aren’t even half done with this scene. Keep your legs spread!! It’s time to beat her breasts. It’s time to make her hang for awhile, with her legs spread.
Now we find Bijou with her pigtails, sitting in the Spider Chair. Bowling balls are hung from each pigtail. She’s nude and exposed. Shaking even. I stuff Big Blue in her cunt, the stick it is attached to is long enough to just rest on the floor and keep her plugged. She made noise when I planted it, told me it was big. She likes to watch me, watch what I’m doing. I pull out a child’s toy. A toy Nerf gun and start shooting her with Nerf bullets. Time to hose her down. It’s a lot of water, ice cold water. It takes her into a whole different space than she was just in. I shoot the water stream on her clit. She’s trying to catch her breath; bowling balls still hang from her pigtails, she’s manacled to the Spider Chair. She is in distress. She never opens her eyes when I suck one tit into a clear cylinder and then clamp the other nipple. She just cries and says, “fuck!”. It’s already starting to change colors, that suction tit. Her massacre is running. When the Hitachi hits her the whole way she breathes changes. Her demeanor changes --the sounds she emits. The manacles make noise as she deals with the situation. I tie a short, rubber length tube around her neck tightly, choking her, making her gasp like a fish from water. She likes it, in spite of her face changing. Her lovely earrings beat about her face as she shakes and convulses from the cascade of events taking over her. She’s asking to cum --violently. Begging with great desperation. She’s made to ask you, The Viewer. Denied. More begging. Gasping. Tears. She can hardly move her head to and fro, the bowling balls and pigtails, the tight rubber tube. She tries to gauge her situation, the room about her. She’s desperate. She really wants to cum. No. Negative. She is shaking from head to foot. The water she was sprayed with crystallizing on her skin, her pussy still stuffed with Big Blue. The Hitachi is relentless. She is screaming out now, she’s trying to get away but cannot. She’s in a predicament. It is more than a predicament at this point.
Poor Bijou. She is now found completely nude. She is lying on a copper pad with her chest upon it. Her arms, specifically her elbows wrap around a metal bar in the floor that comes up and over her upper chest, from the back. She is lying on her stomach. Her pigtails tied to this metal bar as well, keeping her head, her face drawn up and visible to us. Her legs are drawn up and off the floor to another metal pipe just behind her arms. But this pipe has an electrode that goes deep into her asshole. It completes the circuit for the copper pad below her tits. Poor Bijou. Time to turn the power on. I wish I had some chips and salsa for this one. The first thing we hear is Bijou scream out in discomfort. I ask her where it hurts. Her chest. Good. Her asshole. Even better. I turn it up more. The screaming is now constant. That sucks. Over her screams, I tell her she’ll get used to it. It’s nice just watching her suffer. So that’s precisely what we do. After some time I ask her again what hurts. Apparently, it is now her feet. So I walk right over and start tickling the bottom of them. She doesn’t know whether to scream from pain or laugh from the tickling. You can actually see both desires wash over her at the same time. It is delicious. Her eyes quickly dart about the room. She’s still screaming as I walk behind her; she’s desperate to know what I’m up too. I’m only plugging in the Hitachi, which connects with her pussy, and then we see her take on a whole new countenance. Even the screams take on a new flavor. A new desire. It starts to sound like a wailing, a desperate wailing instead of a scream. It oscillates. The sound. She tells me she can feel that electricity in her asshole. Another scream. Her mouth is ajar; a line of spit from the upper lip is in relief to the lower lip. Her brow furrowed as the Hitachi hums away. That’s when she asks for permission. Denied. She screams. I hear her say, “please….!” I tell her to ask me to turn up the electricity. I reply, “Only if you are sure.” She tells me as much so I do. She grimaces as I grab the controller. A scream. She tells me it is allot. I tell her to ask me to turn it up even further. I make her tell me again, “…only if you are sure.” Then I make her beg for the Hitachi. She is in a serious predicament now. “Oh my god!”, “oh my god”. I make her tell me I’m doing a good job. I don’t care. She begs to cum in a way I’ve not heard before. It is so genuine. So needy and desperate. Filled with desire and the weight of the world. She needs it. Denied. “FUCK!” Screaming, moaning, intermittent crying. She begs again. I make her grovel for it. I make her tell me what she masturbated to last. Precisely what the imagery was in her head when she came. More screams, screams between the dialog. “FUCK.” She begs for it. I give her permission, I demand that she stare directly into the camera and tell us as she blows her wad. I yell at her to keep those eyes WIDE OPEN! She shakes. Even her head shakes. It washes over her. She screams with it. She tells us she is cumming! I make her repeat it over and over --as long as she is cumming. She’s screaming it out. Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god …it is powerful. I make her regret cumming in the end. Was that bad? Was that the wrong thing to do?
In the end, we find Bijou tied to an old ladder. Initially, she has her arms bound up and over her head as she stands flat against it. The ladder is upright and connected to the floor and ceiling. Her torso is also securely connected to the ladder. There she resides. I come up and tape her hands; tape them so that all fingers on each hand are severely connected, pressing upon the other. Her neck is tied off and compromised. Her mouth is next. Clear tape. I ask her why she’s shaking, then clamp her nipple. She screams and kicks her free leg out and back in an effort to assuage the pain. Like that will help. We obviously aren’t done yet. Still crying I clamp the other one. The clear tape over her mouth preventing screams. It is time to suspend her on the ladder. One leg gets picked up and tied off, then the other. Now she is suspended; hanging from the ladder. Her crotch rope still buried deep. Maybe even deeper. Weights get hung from her clamps and she screams out. Heavy ones; one pounders. She moans out her displeasure, heavily. Her mouth is taped shut. One clamp falls off from the weight. She screams. The Hitachi finds her cunt. She moans. She can’t move an inch. When I remove the other nipple clamp she screams. Then I remove her crotch rope. I vib her off a bit, with the Hitachi. She still can’t move an inch. She’s desperate. Growing that way. She makes sounds. Needy sounds. No one would mistake them. I stop and shove Big Blue into her cunt. She groans, and then groans again. The stick Big Blue is attached to is so long that I can just shove it in there and leave it. She immediately tells me she likes it. Her mouth is still tightly, disfiguringly, taped. Her tits jut out from the tight chest harness. She can barely move her head. The tape across her face is strict. So I flog her now, on the breasts. I could tell she was about to cum. So it seemed like an appropriate response. I cane her armpits. She screams again, uncontrollably. She’s even crying now. I end up giving her what she needs…I love watching her cum…and then regretting it.
In the end, she told me what she liked. What turned her on the most. Even suggesting stole orgasms over the intense electricity. I like Bijou.
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