Genres: BDSM, Bondage, Fetish
Video language: English
She is sitting in a chair, feet not touching the ground and fully dressed when we find her. Her hair is a fiery, deep auburn. It is hard not to notice how the color takes you aback. She looks nervous, and is. She manages a weak smile from time to time as we watch her like a bunch of voyeurs. Her name is asked, "Lane". Age? "20". She's told to get up and take her shirt off. She looks directly into the camera with a new kind of excitement as her arms are brought into an elbow harness. Once her arms and wrists are secured she's told get her pants and shoes off. She doesn't think she can do it but we know better. She has to think, to improvise, figure it out. When she takes too long the whip is brought to bear on her backside, her exposed chest. She sucks it in and tries harder as the welts already begin to show on her fair skin. When she is finally undressed she is told to sit back in the chair. Her wrists are tied to the top of the chair causing her bound arms to push her forward, her chest, her breasts also pushed forward and out. Her ankles and thighs are bound to the legs of the chair. Her cunt fully exposed. Her arms are then wrapped with saran wrap. A heavy leather collar is tightly brought about her neck and secured. Really tight. Her face changes to red and becomes fuller. Her voice sounds different. She is our toy now. Something to just look at for a moment, her exposure and the way she handles it. Her whip marks from earlier are clearly visible now. A clothespin is placed on her clit. Her arms are wrapped again with black vet wrap constricting them even further. She is asked when the last time she masturbated was, "Last night". The whip starts in on her chest, focusing it's attention right on her breasts and then nipples. It distracts her. She can't seem to finish her sentence. She tries hard to carry on a conversation with me, whip marks beginning to show in numbers now on her chest. She keeps trying and I keep whipping. She is squirming now, she tries to get away from each blow but there's nowhere to go. Her face hole showing every nuance of fear and desperation --to get the fuck away from that whip. Her entire torso is lit up. From her pussy to the bottom of her neck she has fiery red lesions. Welt marks run across her breasts and over her chest in a single lines, raised and angry looking. While the sting is still fresh on her body her torso is also wrapped with vet wrap, constricting it tightly, flattening her titties. A pair of hemostats is brought out and attached to the hair in one armpit. Then I find out exactly where she is most ticklish. It looks like it is the foot and it sends her into a fit. She isn't even thinking about that whipping anymore. But she will. After she collects herself, after the last vestige of a smile has left her face the cane comes out. It strikes her on the thigh first. She immediately sucks in a deep breath. She controls it. It's like she's in a Lamaze class. Then the tickling starts right back up again. On that foot. She goes from barely being able to contain the flood of pain to bursting out in extreme laughter. Then BAM! That cane strikes her again right on the top of the thigh. Her brain immediately switches gears. Now it is unbearable, sharp pain. The kind that makes you suck in deep like you fell into a cold stream. She even starts to break down a little, something more just under the surface that she let out a couple of times before she could reel it in. And then the tickling starts in again. It almost immediately changes her face, her countenance. She can't control it, this contrast, this juxtaposition of pleasure and pain, happiness and sadness. And so she is subjected to this roller coaster ride over and over. Until finally, her head is wrapped. Wrapped where the only thing exposed is her face hole and nose. And then her armpit hairs are pulled from her body using the hemostats. Large bunches of them are pulled at once, she cries out, but before she can even finish her burst of noise the cane falls hard onto her other thigh. It’s a dual anguish she wasn’t ready for nor could see coming. Then, first the whip followed by the flogger, her torso takes a beating. When the Celebrator hits her clit she almost has a convulsion. Her whole body changes, dips and soaks in that overwhelming feeling of complete immersion. It is followed by the Hitachi which appears to be a total body experience for her. It’s like she doesn’t even have control of herself anymore. The chair, just beneath her cunt hole is soaked in white fluid that seeped from her cunt. I collect it on a stick and have her suck it like a lollipop. In the end, she begs for an orgasm as though she were begging for her life.
Naked, on her knees and locked into a heavy wooden stock when we find her next. Her big toes have been tied together and then tied up to her stockade. Pencils are then taped between her fingers, tightly. She doesn’t think she can take it but we know better. She moans out in pain. The pencils providing a constant source of it. And, heaven forbid, she touch or bump them into anything. She grimaces as we watch her deal with it. Then come the nipple clamps, something to help take her mind off the handy pencils. When they go on she screams out in pain. Weights are added to them. She is told to spin around for us, so we can see her ass. Doing so causes her clamps to swing like heavy pendulums, back and forth. What can she do? She is in for a long session of whipping. It starts at her feet and works its way up her ass and backside. There is nowhere for her to go. She takes it. She deals with it by breathing hard, sucking in air and letting it out slowly. But she cries as well. By the time it is over her entire backside, from the shoulders down to the bottom of her feet are marked with small little red lines that welt up. And then it is time for her caning. She begins to shake. When it is over Big Black comes out and fucks her. He pumps her deep and she responds to it. The way she breaths, the way she moans –one would almost think a heavy weight had been lifted off her shoulders. The release it gives her, the pleasure she has from it is undeniable. And her pussy clearly shows signs of enjoyment. A serious amount of pasty cum drips from her fuck hole. Her mouth is just an open circle, her eyes slammed shut. She almost begins to cry from how good it feels to her. Rapture has descended upon her place. When Big Black has finished pounding her she is made to lick him clean. Now she is whipped for enjoying it so much.
Naked and hanging from the ceiling like a piece of meat –that’s where we find her next. She is doubled over and bound that way. Her wrists are tied to her ankles. She’s bound up into a tight little package. Her ass high and her head low. Her cunt is fully exposed –almost on display. I wind her up and then spin her hard. She really couldn’t be more exposed and vulnerable. When the whip comes out this time it focuses its attention on her cunt and ass. When it is over the White Boy comes out and takes over. She keeps telling me how badly she needs to pee. So once the White Boy is in her, fucking her, I give her permission to pee. But she can’t. And she needs to go badly. When I abruptly pull the White Boy from her cunt she spews out about a cup full of urine. A wooden paint stick is brought out and she is beaten on the back of her thighs, bottom of her feet and ass. The angry marks and bruising it leaves are almost immediate. Then the White Boy is stuffed in her again and fucks her hard. When it gets pulled out she again pisses herself. She is screaming, begging for release. She belts out how badly she needs to pee. Desperate. She doesn’t think she can take much more, the pressure too much. But I have a different idea for her…
Format: Windows Media
Duration: 1:01:16
Video: 960x540, Windows Media Video 9 Advanced Profile, 1379kbps
Audio: 156kbps
