Elise
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....