Elise - Part 3

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Lil' Elise is standing with a tight cord around her neck. The other end of the cord is trussed off to the ceiling. She's entirely clad in her tight waistline hugger denim and tastey tiny sweater. Her wrists are tied behind her back and it doesn't take lengthy before an immensely tight goods cord gets added to her predicament. She remains on her peak toes so she can sigh better. You can tell from the sounds she makes, the way her throat makes them, the way she keeps attempting to clear her throat, the way her neck is pulled up and her head titled to one side, that's she's undoubtedly having grief breathing. She dances. She's so tiny. I have her get her boots off which her on her toes a tiny higher. Then I make her get her socks off --knee high socks. It's a gasp filled dance for her to eliminate them. She's made to turn around so we can observe her tight tiny ass, the cord bisecting her buns, then have her pull on her own goods string. She's suggested a book to stand on while I go to prepare her dinner. Given that she'll be gobbling her dinner from the food cup I lay it down at her feet where she's balancing on her book. But first, I feed Steve his dinner in the bowl. And given that Steve is 100% he salivates and licks the whole cup free of his dinner. Afterward, Steve is taken outside to poop while she's left dancing by the neck in front of the cup where she'll be having her dinner next. As I await the meal to conclude cooking I take the Vibrator and vibe her vagina off thru her goods cord and pants. It doesn't take her mischievous tiny backside lengthy to pray for an orgasm. She's given that permission and she blows one out into her panties. Then her goods cord is removed, her trousers removed and then her undies are removed. Another very tight goods cord is re-added sans her clothing and then her panties, wet, folded goods side out, are taped to her face. Then her book is taken away from her. Instantly she begins to make raspy, gasping noises. She chokes and draws air thru the raw panties. Her feet are bent high. Her dance tempo quickens. She begins to scare before realizing her book is just a sole away. She extends her gam and attempts to drag it over. She moves it only a tiny before attempting to step up on it in haste, before running out of air. She controls but soon discovers she needs to get it right beneath her neck cord for maximum relief. She fights with it, relentlessly gasping herself before managing. The 2nd she gets it back under her I lay into her naked backside with a railing crop. The anguish so acute for her she has to elevate one gam to attempt and shake it off. She howls like a otter at the moon each time she is struck. But then those howls turn to tears. Just ordinary 'ole sobbing. She is dental gagged. Then ball-gagged again with a ball gag inside the dental gag. For some reason, perhaps because her throat is so wanked open, this action begins her into a state of mental anguish. You observe it wash over her, and then she begins sobbing again. Time to crop her. The spit instantly begins to run out of her throat and wash down her chin like Niagara Falls as I infrequent back with the first crop strike. It grounds on her upper hip with a thud, which was quickly followed by an painful moan of pain. It makes her gams shake. It sounded so terrible, with such anguish in it, I even sensed sorry for her as I landed the next beat in the same place. She attempted rock hard to inhale it up. There was muffle initially. Just her lifting that gam up, balancing by the neck, with all that drool and spit coursing from her face hole, getting slung about in the air as she attempts to stable herself, but she completed up shrieking anyway. And by the time she was done with her flagellating she was gravely drained. Emotionally and physically. She must have lost a quart of slaver there. I don't think I've ever seen tiny Elise sob like that. Jesus, she truly got violated down