(Mobile Media Format, Android, iPhone, etc.) 22 year old marina is back in The Attic on her seventh visit. marina begins her day in a beautiful black dress, her hair well coifed, makeup perfect and the most lovely black, all rubber heels known to man. Problem is, she wearing a pillory which has her on her knees attached to a wooden post in the floor. Her ankles are bound to the post. Within a couple of minutes she gets interviewed. We start discussing what it is she likes about bondage. As she talks to me a nose hook gets installed, disfiguring her face. It pulls her upper lip up so high we se...

(Mobile Media Format, Android, iPhone, etc.) 22 year old marina is back in The Attic on her seventh visit. marina begins her day in a beautiful black dress, her hair well coifed, makeup perfect and the most lovely black, all rubber heels known to man. Problem is, she wearing a pillory which has her on her knees attached to a wooden post in the floor. Her ankles are bound to the post. Within a couple of minutes she gets interviewed. We start discussing what it is she likes about bondage. As she talks to me a nose hook gets installed, disfiguring her face. It pulls her upper lip up so high we see the gums of her teeth. She's transformed into Miss Piggy. When I asked her if she likes humiliation play she told me she likes giving it more than getting it. Knowing how big a fan marina is for pencils to be placed between a subject's fingers and then taped in very tightly, I proceeded to do just that to her. I placed a #2 pencil between each digit of each hand and taped that in excruciatingly tight. So tight there would be a constant, dull pain in her hands at all times. I made sure to squeeze those hands alternately between her answering questions and being groped. When her nose hook kept sliding around she got her forehead taped up so she looked like Cher signing her popular 70's song, 'Half-breed". That's when I caned her upper thighs. That first strike had her sucking in air and popping out of her shoes. The second strike had her collapse down off her knees. As she was recovering from that I sat down next to her, removed my boot and sock and told her to suck my big toe, the cane marks she just received now raising up on the surface of her skin. As she sucks those toes she keeps hitting her pencil infested digits against the wood of the floor or the pillory she's attached too causing her to moan in anguish. When satisfied with my foot job I had her get up, walk around and then lie on her belly --where I proceeded to cane her ass. Afterward, I placed her in a hogtie, attaching her ankles to the pillory itself. Then I asked her to roll over on her back. Knowing that this would be an impossible task I readied myself for the enjoyment of watching her try. Every effort was foiled by her predicament. Just moving around causes her to choke herself. At one point, she had herself almost raised up enough to fool herself into thinking she could roll over, only to find her balance slip and she crashed down onto her pencil stuffed digits causing her to cry out in pain. It is a monumental effort for her. I chide her...like, anybody can roll over, why can't you. She's getting mad. Then she progresses to crying. Just all out crying. When she tells me it isn't possible I strike her with the cane. She screams. More crying. I just tell her, look, that crying isn't going to help anything. We'll still be here after you get done crying so you might as well stop that and just roll over. More crying. After she gets it out of her system she tries again. And again. And again. Finally, I walk over and help her get onto her back. She's made to position herself on the stage where I can vib her off. After tying her thighs open I expose her cunt. Grabbing a clothespin I place it right behind her clit and it outward. After vibbing her off directly on that exposed clit I grab a clear, thin bag and pull it over her head. I wind tape around her neck in order to seal the bag. A few holes are punched over her mouth and nostrils and then we sit back and watch her gasping for air inside. After a minute or so I rip the clothespin off her clit and slam the Hitachi down onto it instead. I make sure to have it right on that button. The bag over her head filling and collapsing even quicker now. She's moaning as we hear the vibrator going about its business. Her breath is quick and short. When the bag collapses on her face it's like a second skin. I squeeze her fingers once more, excruciating pain to shoot through her hands. She starts to cry and whine, her eyes slammed shut inside the clear bag. It's own form growing and shrinking over her face. She looks and sounds desperate, concentrating only on her air and pussy. I squeeze her hands again, sharper. She lets out a shriek so commanding The Devil would have pity on her. Her bag head now containing its own weather environment with all the condensation building inside. I stop long enough to tape her upper head, across the eyes, blinding her. Then it's back to the Hitachi. It doesn't take long before she's asking for permission to cum. And when she does, when that orgasm comes over her, she lets out a primordial scream so compelling three Neanderthals showed up behind me. Then she pushed out two more...