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 break...

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 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. 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.