Elise
Little Elise is standing with a taut rope around her neck. The other end of the rope is tied off to the ceiling. She's fully dressed in her tight waist hugger jeans and sweet little sweater. Her wrists are bound behind her back and it doesn't take long before an extremely tight crotch rope gets added to her predicament. She stays on her tip toes so she can breathe better. You can tell from the sounds she makes, the way her throat makes them, the way she keeps trying to clear her throat, the way her neck is pulled up and her head titled to one side, that's she's definitely having trouble breathing. She dances. She's so tiny. I have her get her shoes off which forces her on her toes a little higher. Then I make her get her socks off --knee high socks. It's a choke filled dance for her to remove them. She's made to turn around so we can see her tight little ass, the rope bisecting her buns, then have her pull on her own crotch rope. She's offered a book to stand on while I go to prepare her dinner. Given that she'll be eating her dinner from the dog food bowl I lay it down at her feet where she's balancing on her book. But first, I feed Steve his dinner in the bowl. And given that Steve is 100% dog he slobbers and licks the entire bowl free of his dinner. Afterward, Steve is taken outside to shit while she's left dancing by the neck in front of the dog bowl where she'll be having her dinner next. As I await the meal to finish cooking I take the Hitachi and vibe her cunt off through her crotch rope and pants. It doesn't take her horny little ass long to beg for an orgasm. She's given that permission and she blows one out into her panties. Then her crotch rope is removed, her pants removed and then her panties are removed. Another very tight crotch rope is re-added sans her clothing and then her panties, wet, folded crotch side out, are taped to her face. Then her book is taken away from her. Immediately she begins to make raspy, choking noises. She gasps and draws air through the moist panties. Her feet are arched high. Her dance pace quickens. She starts to panic before realizing her book is just a foot away. She extends her leg and tries to drag it over. She moves it only a little before trying to step up on it in haste, before running out of air. She manages but soon discovers she needs to get it right underneath her neck rope for maximum relief. She struggles with it, continually choking herself before managing. The second she gets it back under her I lay into her bare ass with a riding crop. The pain so sharp for her she has to raise one leg to try and shake it off. She howls like a wolf at the moon each time she is struck. But then those howls turn to tears. Just plain 'ole sobbing. She is dental gagged. Then gagged again with a ball gag inside the dental gag. For some reason, perhaps because her mouth is so jacked open, this act starts her into a state of mental anguish. You see it wash over her, and then she starts crying again. Time to cane her. The drool immediately begins to run out of her mouth and wash down her chin like Niagara Falls as I rare back with the first cane strike. It lands on her upper thigh with a thud, which was quickly followed by an excruciating scream of pain. It makes her legs shake. It sounded so terrible, with such anguish in it, I even felt sorry for her as I landed the next strike in the same place. She tried hard to suck it up. There was silence initially. Just her lifting that leg up, balancing by the neck, with all that slobber and drool coursing from her face hole, getting slung about in the air as she tries to steady herself, but she ended up screaming anyway. And by the time she was done with her caning she was seriously drained. Emotionally and physically. She must have lost a quart of saliva there. I don't think I've ever seen little Elise cry like that. Jesus, she really got broken down....to be continued. Elise, up in the attic, is ass hooked and in a strict hogtie. She is suspended from the ceiling. Long leather strings attached to her nipple clamps carry heavy two pound weights. They hang just a few frustrating centimeters from the floor. If she arches just right she can get one, maybe both to touch the floorboards in order to relieve the relentless pull of the weight on her nipples. She hangs there awhile, occasionally grinding her hips or silently moaning. She's horny. She'd like to have sexual release. You can see it building as she hangs there. Then suddenly one of the nipple clamps breaks free and smacks the floorboards with a thud. The grimace on her face tells you it wasn't pleasant. It rolls off in the corner to await reassignment. She's really starting to moan now, her hips in a constant state of humping, humping the air. The one remaining nipple clamp swings heavily like a pendulum. She's seething now, the humping and grinding, twisting of her pelvis tells you her cunt is wet and needful. When she starts to try and shake off the other nipple clamp I step in and reattach the fallen one. She cries out in pain. A cry out that last some time. So I gag her with a spider gag. Then the other one falls off, the one she had been trying to shake off. It drives her crazy as the blood rushes back into the nipple. I console her by twisting it between my fingers and then reattaching the clamp and weight. There's nothing she can do. The tears fall and hit the floor right beneath her as she starts to sob, as the sharp pain subsides and the dull pain sets in. Forced resignation. It sounds pitiful. She now seems torn between sobbing and grinding her pelvis. She has quite the little pool of tears and slobber building on the floor beneath her. After several punishing blows to her ass cheeks with the riding crop she loses any sense of self control she had left. The small Hitachi is fetched and placed between her legs and mounted next to her cunt. It doesn't take long before her sobs start to turn into sounds of pleasure. So the riding crop is taken to her again until it is clear the sounds coming from her have nothing to do with pleasure. She's left with heaving sobs and giant tears falling to the floor while the vibrator hums away next to her cunt. It takes awhile before the tide starts to turn again, before her body starts to shake and her hips grind in the air, before the sobs are replaced with needy desire. Before that desire leaves her in tears again.
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