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    Into The Attic - Lolita By The Neck

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    When we find lolita next jr has strung her neck up to the ceiling from a wide leather collar. Nude, she is in a box tie. One leg has been doubled back upon itself and tied. Her situation is so dire she needs to rest her tied leg lest she herself to death. Jr makes her ask for it, nicely. But he only let’s her have it for a short time. The next time she asks for it he tapes her mouth shut with duct tape and ask if she wants anything from carl’s jr. Before he leaves for the night.

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    Vogue Gets Suspended And Bagged - 22 year old vogue is into the attic on her first visit. And what a visit it was. Let's dig in.

we first find vogue fully dressed, bent at the waist and her neck, with a steel collar around it, attached to a wooden post in the floor. She's also tied in a strappado and has a large spider gag tightly strapped into her face hole. We watch her awhile, standing there, attempting to gain some sort of comfort. She starts being questioned. About her position, what she thinks about it. She tries to tell me but I can't understand her. After making her repeat her answer several times I gave up. I ended up removing that gag so we could actually have an understandable conversation. Like how often she masturbates, whether she prefers boys over *****, her first sexual encounter, does she like sucking cock (oh yes!), When was her first bdsm experience, etc. During this conversation I grabbed an ankle, wrapped rope around it and pulled the leg up off the ground and tied it to the ceiling. Then I grabbed the other ankle, wrapped rope around it as well and pulled it up to the ceiling, suspending her while her neck is still attached to the wooden post. Once I had her up I started to cane the bottom of her foot. It required at least seven strict cane strokes before she even had a reaction. But once she did, her eyes would sort of roll back in her head each time she accepted the strike. After caning her foot she gets two pound weights  off her little titties. Once those were in place I grabbed the hitachi and vibbed her off. Cleary, the pain and discomfort coupled with the hitachi was sending vogue far into the pleasure doom. It didn't take long for her to ask for permission to cum. And when she did, I denied her. Instead, I told her to ask me to place a bag over her head instead. So right away, she asked for that bag. When I asked her what the bag was for she told me, "so I can cum". And I put it right on her. Pulled it right over her head and sealed it with tape around her neck. Punching a few small air holes near her mouth we watched her gasp inside as she was vibbed off. We see her in there, the bag all pressed against her face, disfiguring it. We hear her breathing, we can actually tell from her breathing she likes this, this crazy ************** coupled with an intense vibrator on her cunt. I hear her ask for permission to cum and she's denied. We need to watch her further, breathing, looking through the bag full of condensation. She asks again and again she's denied. She grunts, she starts to whine and make noise; this typically calm collected female. It is obvious from the noise she's just now starting find herself somewhat needy, desperate even. She doesn't like being denied,,,or does she. Oops, she's gasping for breath in there. Did she just ask again? For permission to cum? Yes, she did. So I made her admit she was a cock tease, that she was used to getting everything she wanted and that she enjoyed demeaning men. Then I denied her orgasm, again. Instead, I had her ask me to wipe her pussy juice on her face. After wiping it on there, on the bag over her head, she literally tried to suck it through the bag into her mouth. At least, until the hitachi sidetracked her. It didn't take long for her to ask again for permission to cum. This time I gave it to her. And when it came over her she became possessed. Her legs grew wide in her suspension, neck still affixed to the wooden post, her guttural scream built from somewhere down deep and then began to emerge, to overflow her lung capacity. She flailed and pulled from somewhere that wasn't apparent previously. Some new strength she didn't comprehend before. She came. And when she did I was immediately reminded of one of those distraught middle eastern women, wailing at the wall. Her bag expanding and collapsing, her mouth fully open in an attempt to gain the maximum air supply --she's fucking screaming in there. And then I punished her, for having such a good orgasm. For enjoying it.


    Elise  Herself - When we find elise again she is butt naked save for a pair of black heels, red panties and a tight leather collar around her neck. A chain runs from the ceiling down to the collar keeping her up on her tip toes, least she  herself ***********. Her elbows are bound together behind her back. Her shiny black hair is in a ponytail as she dances about trying to relieve the pressure on her neck -but there isn’t a good spot that works. She has found that if she raises one leg off the ground it also raises her hip which allows just the slightest of relief for breathing. But holding that one high heeled leg up is taxing and she can only maintain it for short periods of time. After spending several minutes watching her in her distress, coughing and gagging and breathing with a rasp, jr comes in and immediately places the hitachi on her cunt. Within seconds she pleads for an orgasm which she is given. And when she tears it off it brings tears to her eyes as well as an increased inability to breathe. Jr never removes the vibrator and soon the cum slut is begging for release again. And again she is given that permission. When her two massive orgasms are over her panties are clearly drenched. Disheveled doesn’t even come close to describing what she looks like when she feels the last of the orgasm fade away. Her entire face is wet from snot, tears and slobber. Jr takes her down from the neck chain and throws a dirty mattress to the floor for her to sit on. With her elbow harness still in place he has her take off her soiled panties. He then he folds them -crotch first out- and shoves them completely into her face hole –right where her tongue will be sure to meet her **** slime. Then he tapes them in with wrap after wrap of clear packaging tape. She clearly holds back a gag reflex as jr sits down next to her and has her take his dick out of his pants. It is time for her to service him.


    Elise Runs Low On Air - 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....


    Bridget Holds Up Weight To Keep From  - She showed up from the office wearing her office attire. Cute, feminine shoes to go with her hose. A polka-dot skirt with a white blouse. Her hair is in a pony tail. When we find her she is already crying. Jr has wrapped a rope around her neck and ran the other end up through a hook in the ceiling and back down to her chest where he has attached a bowling ball and a boat anchor to it. She is crying because she has to hold this weight up else the weight pull the rope and ***** her neck. This is made more difficult because each wrist is manacled to the other with a heavy chain. Over time she finds the weights become increasingly heavy. Her face is already ballooned out and red. A nose hook in her face hole openings keep her head pulled up and back. Jr comes in and inquires what the worse part of her situation is. She swallows, thinks for a moment and then tells him, “it’s hard to breathe”. He tells her to hold the weights up higher. He looks her over real good and then tells her he likes her shoes. Then he wants to know from her how sexy she is. She doesn’t understand the question in her distraction. She ask him, “what?!”, Then starts telling him the answer in a state of confusion. He ask her if she dances and she replies, “salsa”. He wants to see a classic salsa move so he then ask her if she has one to show him. Immediately she says yes, but then changes it to a “no” as she raises the heavy weights up again to get more air, then mumbles something about not being able to move. She seems to start unraveling at this point. Coughing, moving her head side to side in an attempt to make the nose hook feel more comfortable. Her effort to breathe has picked up tremendously. She tells him the nose hook hurts. That it feels like a violation. That there are so many things going on that require her attention. Jr feels his dick get a little hard after her pitiful diatribe. He walks up to her and tells her how cute her skirt is as he is removing it. She starts to cry again and meekly utters, “yeah”. He inquires as to whether or not she is orgasmic. “What?!” She seems confused by every question asked of her. When her panties get pulled down and her pussy exposed she starts to cry more. He turns them inside out and finds a giant stain in them. He puts them up to her face and ask her what the hell that is all about. How it got there. He wants to know if it came from her cunt. Then he folds them just so and places them over her head. The inside of the crotch right over her nose hooked nose. Then he ask her again where the stain came from. She tells him, “my twat”. The weights are really becoming heavy now. She tries to raise one leg and shove the knee of it under her arms and weights to help support them –but to no avail. The crying starts up again, her bottom lip quivering, her face like a red balloon. She just stares straight ahead as a tear falls over her left cheek. He ask her if she thinks she deserves a whipping. She is utterly confused by the question. She starts to answer several times and then very meekly states “no” as the crying starts up heavier. She sees him walking toward her with a whip in his hands. He takes aim at her bare ass cheeks and immediately after the first crack she yells, “jesus!”. He doesn’t stop for a minute. She has her teeth gritted and eyes slammed shut as she cries through the ordeal while trying to hold up the weight. He ask her again if she deserves it and she immediately states “no” before changing it to, “probably”. He whips her across the pussy. Her crying turns into a sobbing. He wants to see that dance move again. After that he wants to know how she masturbates between sobs. He ask her if she would like for him to get her pussy off right now. She shakes her head no repeatedly and then says, “sure”. Her crying now is at the point where she can’t even think straight. Words seem to be foreign to her as jr shoves the hitachi up against her cunt. He makes her beg for something she doesn’t want. If she doesn’t sound convincing he has her do it again. Then tells her to feel sexy while this is going on. She may just have too many distractions right now...


    Lolita Gets    To Eat The Contents Of Her Pussy - We find her naked on the floor. She's tied on her belly, rope around her neck with a bowling ball attached to the other end keeps her head held high. Her wrists are pulled forward and tied off, arms fully extended. One leg, its ankle, is drawn outward and tied. The other leg is doubled over on itself and belted that way --then pulled in an opposite direction. Her hair is tied to its foot. Another rope draws that foot away from her head by the small toe. She's slowly ******* when we find her. Her pussy is clearly dripping liquid from it. Part of a peach lies close by. And that's how we leave her, struggling for breath, watching her in her desperation. Observing her like a zoo animal in a cage. She works for every breath, every swallow she has to make. It doesn't take long before we see moisture well up in the corner of one eye. Her face is stark and red. She's needy --not just for her cunt but for easily breathable air. When the hitachi hits her pussy she freaks. But she quickly acclimates herself. Her bottom lip is dry, she's desperate. She suddenly notices the camera and what is taking place around her. But she continues to grunt like the needy cunt that she is. Her pussy is stuffed and she wants more. The hitachi is removed, her fuck stick dislodged and a plate sat down in front of her cunt. She's told to push out the peach that's been sitting up in there for the last hour. Once it emerges from her hole and hits the plate she is immediately told to eat it. Doing so must have been disgusting for her as she ******, coughed and almost threw it up. She is then ball gagged and left that way.


    Bijou Cant Breathe - 30 year old bijou came into the attic on her first visit ever. I suspect we'll be seeing her again soon. Let's dig in, if you will.

bijou had told me she was on the rag the day before she was to arrive. I told her to come on in, that we would turn that inconvenience into an asset. So once she was here I put her into a box tie, had her get on the gyno table and roped her feet into the stirrups. Once I had her sequestered I started up a little video for the *instead softcup* product. Of course, i've never inserted a tampon into a **** before (i've pulled quite a few out) let alone utilized the latest revolution in feminine hygiene in 40 years. So after watching the videos and reading the step by step instructions as bijou is bound up tightly beside me on the gyno table and spider gagged, I got started inserting the new revolution in period protection. I collapsed the device, stuffed it in and then dug around to get it positioned properly. Frankly, I thought it was rather easy to get it in there and seated, like a bag on the top of an upside down volcano. I just hope she didn't find the fact that i'm a stranger, that she's tied to a gyno table, while I wear latex gloves and dig around in her cunt with the latest revolution in feminine hygiene too impersonal or ***********. Once done, I went ahead and hooked up electrodes to her clit and ass hole. She'd never had electricity before; she told me it felt strange. I cranked it up on her clit and nipples before pressing the hitachi hard against the top of her vaginal opening. Within a few seconds she was asking for permission to cum. She kept begging. I kept telling her to stave it off. She kept coming back with, "i can't". So I removed the hitachi and cranked up the electricity. Immediately she's saying, "no. No. No." oops, I think she screamed as well. Gritted her teeth and became exasperated. The very moment I placed the hitachi back on her cunt she was begging for that orgasm. Immediately. I told her the only ay she was going to get to cum was to tell me about her most kinky sexual experience while being vibbed off. She just kept begging, like i'd never asked anything of her at all. And she's starting to cry. So I made her concentrate, repeat the question and then answer it --all before she gets to cum. And whew, she got about half the story out before she was begging for mercy. Mercy for that cunt to be able to ejaculate its load. She started right into begging again. But I made her finish the story --and I bet you'll like it. Then I placed a latex breath hood over her head and then slammed the hitachi back on her cunt. Immediately the latex was sucked down upon her face. We can see her but she can't see out. She started panicking. The latex air reservoir expanding quickly and just as quickly being sucked down onto her face. I made her tell me how much she likes this, through the breath hood. How much she needs to cum. She begged for that orgasm and I told her to go ahead. The latex expanding and collapsing even faster now. We can see her in there, trying to get enough air, the table starting to shake as her waves come over her. The floor even shakes --it's like an earthquake has hit. Suddenly she safe words the hood, unable to get enough air and cum at the same time. So I ripped it off and ****** her until she had several massive orgasms in succession. By this time she is screaming out the fact that she is having an orgasm, or two, or three...Afterwards, I stuck a smoke up each nostril (she begged me not to do it) and let her sit back and enjoy them.


    Elise Gets A Clear Bag Pulled Over Her Head  Beaten - Up in the attic she doesn’t have a stitch of clothing on. She is standing on her tip toes in a crucifix position. Her wrists are secured with metal brackets to the cross beams just over her head. Her long black hair falls down around her shoulders. Unable to do nothing more than stand there she looks around her dark little area wondering what will come next. The whip marks from earlier that day clearly visible on her torso. She struggles to free her wrists but the metal is pressed to tightly on her flesh. Jr comes up the rickety stairs with a tall leather collar in his hands. He wraps it around her neck and buckles it tightly. Her tongue pushes out and her mouth is left agape. Within seconds her face grows fat and red. She finds it difficult to swallow. He takes a leather belt and wraps it around her ankles before cinching it tight. At this point she doesn’t even care, breathing is the most important thing on her mind...At least right now. Jr knows elise would rather be beaten senseless than to be tickled. Taking his hands he begins to run them gingerly down each side of her torso while speaking to her gently. She knows it’s coming and then suddenly he digs his fingers into her sides and works his way up and down, sometimes stopping in her arm pits for extra sensitivity. She screams out for him to stop. She begs to be beaten instead. She can’t catch her breath now and jr is digging so deep he leaves marks on her body. She pleads with him between gasps to stop. He does, just long enough to pick up a heavy wooden paddle and strike her squarely on the ass. The pain is so intense she abruptly shuts up, just for a moment, before letting out a scream that no one should have to endure. It causes large tears to fall from each eye socket. The pain so consuming she can’t even remember to swallow before cups of spit fall from her ungagged face hole. She tries to bounce herself up and down on tip toes to shake off the pain. Jr pulls a clear bag over her head before she has even had a chance to collect herself and ties it off around her neck. Immediately the plastic begins to collapse and expand with each desperate breath she takes. He strikes her again and she screams out in terror inside her little plastic environment. When she finally stops wailing jr ask her if that was better than being tickled. When she tells him yes between sobs he digs right into her sides with his fingers and starts a long drawn out tickling of her body. Her screams are so oppressive, so loud he finally has to stop, worried the authorities may be drawn to her siren of agony. She doesn’t know it, but jr is going to beat her until she ask him to tickle her.


    Yulia Makes A Mess On The Floor - Yulia gets bound in a box tie, one leg secured to the ceiling. From there her day gets increasingly worse --that is, after she sprays all over the floor.

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