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    Into The Attic - Vogue Gets Suspended And Bagged

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    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.

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    Marina Gets Caned While Trying To Breathe - Occasionally she lets out an exasperated, audible breath of....Dissatisfaction, resignation? She gets gagged. Ball gagged. Tightly buckled in. When I get that last buckle cinched we hear her gasp a bit, behind the gag. She looks around and takes in her new predicament; big eyes and a longing look, lionel is giving her grief. We watch her try to position herself, into something more comfortable. Her feet are hurting. The rubber heels making her stand on the sides of her feet as they are drawn outward. Its debilitating for her. This discomfort sneaks up and then becomes forefront. I step up to her and ask her how she is doing. I ask her how she likes that dead cock in her cunt. She immediately shakes her head in dissatisfaction and moans out disapproval. She manages to make out an audible sentence about how stressful lionel is in her cunt. So I pick up the flogger and lay into her ass. After several demanding strikes I pull a latex breath hood over her head, while she is still ball gagged. Once it gets zipped down over her head she is all by herself in there. We can see her but she can't see us. We watch her in there, concentrating on what's important; breathing. She holds her lungs steady and draws breath in slowly, knowing that anything faster will defeat her effort to get air in her lungs, knowing that it will just collapse all that beautiful latex against her face and nose and close up her ability to breath. She gets groped on her breasts. I start to flog her, her ass and tits. She tries to draw air quicker now, and as she does so it makes a squeaking noise as it tries to pull through the little opening quicker than it can pass. The latex all closed upon her face. She's caned now. Caned on her tits for starters. She screams out, or at least tries too. Her hood collapsing even quicker now around her face as she tries to deal with the severity of each blow. The hitachi comes out and gets slammed against her cunt. She rides that a bit, sucking and blowing air out as best she can beneath her latex hood. We watch her dance around, in place, feeling the vibrator, concentrating on her breath. Nipple clamps come out and are brutally affixed to her nipples. Within a few more seconds she asks for permission to cum. When she is denied her attempt to breath inside her hood takes on a new level. She can't handle it. She loses her concentration and we watch her collapse and expand the latex onto her face so quickly she can't be getting enough air. Her lungs are struggling to suck air through the little opening of the latex and then through the ball gag tightly buckled into her mouth. She manages to calm herself after a few seconds. And as she begins to calm herself I **** two pound weights off of each nipple. They quickly fall to the ground, taking the nipple clamps with them. Now she has to calm herself all over again. And it's a struggle. First the latex collapses around her face cutting off the air, then we hear her lungs trying to pull air through that little opening that is by now either collapsed upon her face or is full of her own saliva from drooling behind the ball gag, and this causes us to hear a high pitched squeaking noise as her lungs try to overcome the pressure of drawing air through an opening that practically doesn't exist. And the hitachi is relentless. She asks for permission to cum and its given. Her latex hood is opening and collapsing at a rate not seen before. Her breath is quick and shallow. She starts to scream. A pushing sort of scream. Like she is pushing something bad, something unforgiven from her body. And as she is excising this need from her carcass i'm telling her that I will punish her for it. For having such a good orgasm. Her feet literally come off the ground and she suspends herself from her wrists as she expels the orgasm, expels the base need that built up inside of her. The latex hood still creating that squeaking sound as she still tries to draw upon her lungs for breath. And she screams again. She is screaming and crying to the point of desperation. She can't breathe now. She can't control her need. She tries to shake the hood off, she's dancing around as best she can, stammering and stomping. Then I punish her. Punished her for having such a good orgasm. For enjoying it. I punished her with a cane and flogger until she cried about it. Until her ball gagged mouth, with spit and saliva running down her chin and chest, told me she was sorry. Until I had snot and spit coursing through every hole on her face. Then I got her off again.

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