Bijou is Into The Attic on her 4th visit. She was ready to come back in and we were ready to have her. She starts off fully dressed and under stress. Hanging from nothing but her wrists she is wearing lovely boots, skirt, blouse and light sweater. Fully clothed. Like she just got off work. But hanging. By those wrists. Under stress. She’s even swinging a little bit, collecting herself before she’s even lost it. Concentrating. She swallows hard and looks straight ahead. You can tell she’s wondering how much more she can endure. But we watch her awhile. She’s a Good Girl. She sucks in her lower lip. She grows more uncomfortable by the nano-second. Eyes blink quicker, she looks about more frequently. Her face shows more concern. After several minutes I come to her aid and place a block of uneven wood beneath her boots. She gets a small reprieve, a difficult one at best. We see her take a breath when she finds purchase. She coughs. She coughs suddenly where she could not before, the pressure from hanging just too great upon her chest. She found a way to stand on that uneven block of wood. We see her flex her hands now, to regain. I come on and start asking her questions. As soon as she tells me her weight I kick the block of wood from beneath her and continue the interview; again hanging by her wrists. It clearly distresses her. I pull her skirt down revealing her pantańes –then give her back her block of wood again. I mean after all, we have a long road ahead of us. Next I undo her belt and ask her how often she masturbates. I ask her what she fantasies about and she replies, “getting tied up…”. She likes getting slapped, being left in an “awkward position” for a long time. I flog her pussy. I remove her blouse. Now I flog her open breasts. She’s barely resting on that block of wood. It won’t be there much longer. She’s shaking. When I put the nipple clamps on she screams out. When the weights get added it sends her into subspace. I pull her panties down and expose her pussy. I put the Celebrator on her clit. She’s almost universally thankful. I tell her to tell you, The Viewer. “Oh god!” Heavy breathing. Need to cum. Denied. She keeps telling me how good it feels, about how she suddenly needs to cum. “Oh fuck!”…“Oh please, oh please”. I make her hang herself for better pleasure. “Please, please, please!” Weights hanging and swinging. She screams out. Violently shaking now, mouth agape. “Please may I cum, please!!!” Her panties are hanging just off the toe of her unsupported boot. She again ask for permission to cum, so I make her ask me to place the weighted nipple clamp back on the nipple it fell from. Afterwards, she asks for permission and I deny it. Jesus, we aren’t even half done with this scene. Keep your legs spread!! It’s time to beat her breasts. It’s time to make her hang for awhile, with her legs spread. Now we find Bijou with her pigtails, sitting in the Spider Chair. Bowling balls are hung from each pigtail. She’s nude and exposed. Shaking even. I stuff Big Blue in her cunt, the stick it is attached to is long enough to just rest on the floor and keep her plugged. She made noise when I planted it, told me it was big. She likes to watch me, watch what I’m doing. I pull out a child’s toy. A toy Nerf gun and start shooting her with Nerf bullets. Time to hose her down. It’s a lot of water, ice cold water. It takes her into a whole different space than she was just in. I shoot the water stream on her clit. She’s trying to catch her breath; bowling balls still hang from her pigtails, she’s manacled to the Spider Chair. She is in distress. She never opens her eyes when I suck one tit into a clear cylinder and then clamp the other nipple. She just cries and says, “fuck!”. It’s already starting to change colors, that suction tit. Her massacre is running. When the Hitachi hits her the whole way she breathes changes. Her demeanor changes --the sounds she emits. The manacles make noise as she deals with the situation. I tie a short, rubber length tube around her neck tightly, choking her, making her gasp like a fish from water. She likes it, in spite of her face changing. Her lovely earrings beat about her face as she shakes and convulses from the cascade of events taking over her. She’s asking to cum --violently. Begging with great desperation. She’s made to ask you, The Viewer. Denied. More begging. Gasping. Tears. She can hardly move her head to and fro, the bowling balls and pigtails, the tight rubber tube. She tries to gauge her situation, the room about her. She’s desperate. She really wants to cum. No. Negative. She is shaking from head to foot. The water she was sprayed with crystallizing on her skin, her pussy still stuffed with Big Blue. The Hitachi is relentless. She is screaming out now, she’s trying to get away but cannot. She’s in a predicament. It is more than a predicament at this point. Poor Bijou. She is now found completely nude. She is lying on a copper pad with her chest upon it. Her arms, specifically her elbows wrap around a metal bar in the floor that comes up and over her upper chest, from the back. She is lying on her stomach. Her pigtails tied to this metal bar as well, keeping her head, her face drawn up and visible to us. Her legs are drawn up and off the floor to another metal pipe just behind her arms. But this pipe has an electrode that goes deep into her asshole. It completes the circuit for the copper pad below her tits. Poor Bijou. Time to turn the power on. I wish I had some chips and salsa for this one. The first thing we hear is Bijou scream out in discomfort. I ask her where it hurts. Her chest. Good. Her asshole. Even better. I turn it up more. The screaming is now constant. That sucks. Over her screams, I tell her she’ll get used to it. It’s nice just watching her suffer. So that’s precisely what we do. After some time I ask her again what hurts. Apparently, it is now her feet. So I walk right over and start tickling the bottom of them. She doesn’t know whether to scream from pain or laugh from the tickling. You can actually see both desires wash over her at the same time. It is delicious. Her eyes quickly dart about the room. She’s still screaming as I walk behind her; she’s desperate to know what I’m up too. I’m only plugging in the Hitachi, which connects with her pussy, and then we see her take on a whole new countenance. Even the screams take on a new flavor. A new desire. It starts to sound like a wailing, a desperate wailing instead of a scream. It oscillates. The sound. She tells me she can feel that electricity in her asshole. Another scream. Her mouth is ajar; a line of spit from the upper lip is in relief to the lower lip. Her brow furrowed as the Hitachi hums away. That’s when she asks for permission. Denied. She screams. I hear her say, “please….!” I tell her to ask me to turn up the electricity. I reply, “Only if you are sure.” She tells me as much so I do. She grimaces as I grab the controller. A scream. She tells me it is allot. I tell her to ask me to turn it up even further. I make her tell me again, “…only if you are sure.” Then I make her beg for the Hitachi. She is in a serious predicament now. “Oh my god!”, “oh my god”. I make her tell me I’m doing a good job. I don’t care. She begs to cum in a way I’ve not heard before. It is so genuine. So needy and desperate. Filled with desire and the weight of the world. She needs it. Denied. “FUCK!” Screaming, moaning, intermittent crying. She begs again. I make her grovel for it. I make her tell me what she masturbated to last. Precisely what the imagery was in her head when she came. More screams, screams between the dialog. “FUCK.” She begs for it. I give her permission, I demand that she stare directly into the camera and tell us as she blows her wad. I yell at her to keep those eyes WIDE OPEN! She shakes. Even her head shakes. It washes over her. She screams with it. She tells us she is cumming! I make her repeat it over and over --as long as she is cumming. She’s screaming it out. Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god …it is powerful. I make her regret cumming in the end. Was that bad? Was that the wrong thing to do? In the end, we find Bijou tied to an old ladder. Initially, she has her arms bound up and over her head as she stands flat against it. The ladder is upright and connected to the floor and ceiling. Her torso is also securely connected to the ladder. There she resides. I come up and tape her hands; tape them so that all fingers on each hand are severely connected, pressing upon the other. Her neck is tied off and compromised. Her mouth is next. Clear tape. I ask her why she’s shaking, then clamp her nipple. She screams and kicks her free leg out and back in an effort to assuage the pain. Like that will help. We obviously aren’t done yet. Still crying I clamp the other one. The clear tape over her mouth preventing screams. It is time to suspend her on the ladder. One leg gets picked up and tied off, then the other. Now she is suspended; hanging from the ladder. Her crotch rope still buried deep. Maybe even deeper. Weights get hung from her clamps and she screams out. Heavy ones; one pounders. She moans out her displeasure, heavily. Her mouth is taped shut. One clamp falls off from the weight. She screams. The Hitachi finds her cunt. She moans. She can’t move an inch. When I remove the other nipple clamp she screams. Then I remove her crotch rope. I vib her off a bit, with the Hitachi. She still can’t move an inch. She’s desperate. Growing that way. She makes sounds. Needy sounds. No one would mistake them. I stop and shove Big Blue into her cunt. She groans, and then groans again. The stick Big Blue is attached to is so long that I can just shove it in there and leave it. She immediately tells me she likes it. Her mouth is still tightly, disfiguringly, taped. Her tits jut out from the tight chest harness. She can barely move her head. The tape across her face is strict. So I flog her now, on the breasts. I could tell she was about to cum. So it seemed like an appropriate response. I cane her armpits. She screams again, uncontrollably. She’s even crying now. I end up giving her what she needs…I love watching her cum…and then regretting it. In the end, she told me what she liked. What turned her on the most. Even suggesting stole orgasms over the intense electricity. I like Bijou.