IntoTheAttic

22 year old Chloe is a complete newbie to the world of bondage and BDSM. Young, attractive and willing. Hmm, maybe willing is a bit of a stretch. This chick had several key limitations --in spite of what you hear in the "Couch Interview". She couldn't be bound up very tightly nor would she allow her nipples to be fucked with. As well, she had a very low pain tolerance. So with these limitations we got started. Next for Chloe is a little cross time; crucifixion style. She's so cute and looks so good tied to that cross. She's quite securely bound and helpless. So, that's when I take out the riding crop and whip the top of her thighs. I make her tell the camera "I don't like pain too much." Rather hard to make out what she says to us with that ball gag in place. Nice full lips wrapped around it. Oops, is that drool making its way out? After whipping her thighs I shove a small Hitachi completely into her cunt while keeping the industrial Hitachi firmly planted on her clit. She is given clear instruction not to have an orgasm. Damn, she really has some of the nicest legs into The Attic. She's so spacey, so dreamy. She just keeps mumbling shit that I can't make out. Her head keeps going from side to side in some slow motion dance. Big smile on her face in spite of the ball gag. I stop and use the Eroscillator next. Now her eyes close. The smile is replaced with a look of anguish. Her hands are now in fists. After a few seconds she ask permission to cum. No. I told her to ask me to whip her instead. Still in her somewhat catatonic state, we see her shake her head back and forth to indicate she isn't going to do that. Well, I guess you aren't going to have your orgasm then. So she finally ask to be whipped. I make her tell us that she can't hold her O off any longer, that she needs to be whipped for it. This sort of thing makes her terribly self-conscious. But instead of whipping her I just keep working her clit over. Soon, a big wad of drool rolls out from between her full lower lip and the ball gag. She now is asking for me to flog her tits. So I do. It was fun. Smacking those tits with the flogger. After a bit I stuck my finger in her cunt, got it all wet, then wiped it right under her nose while a big string of drool wafted about from her lip. In fact, there's just so much drool running out now that I take my finger and catch it so I can make her face all messy. Then I smacked her tits. She didn't like that. But I told her, if you want to have an O you must take another smack across the chest of the greatest intensity. So we did. And with that out of the way she got the Hitachi placed on her clit. This just sends her into a zone. A state of semi-coma. She has a constant stream of drool that runs down her chin. Eyes closed. Murmurs escape from her gagged mouth. Soon she's trying to pull her legs closed and she keeps moving up and down as much as she can. Suddenly, a big wash of spray cascades from her slit and she's bent at the knees. After the torrent of juice I grab a paper towel, sop it up and then wipe it all over her face. I mean all over it. Then I ask her if she feels better in my most condescending voice. And because she made such a mess I took the liberty of punishing her pussy with the flogger. But then, I couldn't help myself and I whipped those titties again. To my utter amazement, she flipped me off!