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.