Using Estelle
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Estelle's trip to femmeXotique came under an unusual circumstance.
She got on the plane knowing this was going to be one of her toughest weekends ever, that she would be challenged in ways that had never happened before, at least on camera.
Breaking through her little tough girl demeanor isn't easy. Estelle has that down pat. She's a pretty and muscular little girl who simply takes no nonsense in her day-to-day life. She looks ravishing in expensive fashions. And she really enjoys high-class gatherings.
But underneath it all, she just wants somebody to take her home, strip her down and rough her up.
It's not that she's oblivious to the pain and the humiliation. The sting of the floggers, single tail and crop all got deep, visceral responses from her. But all those implements accomplished the one thing Estelle craved: They took her mind off all she SHOULD be and made her feel something right here, right now. That was, she was totally in the moment, riding the waves of pain, gasping for air, twisting and turning to avoid the worst of some blows, braving others.
For Estelle, this whipping was a relief, a release.
It took awhile for the XXXX to take effect. At first, she just stood there, proud and haughty, convinced that she was going to remain above it all. But in the darkened room, with only the camera to capture her true feelings, she gradually began to give in to the sensations.
As those pretty little tits absorbed blow after blow, they pinkened, showing stripes and individual marks from the flogger's tips. Her entire torso went from a porcelain white to a glowing pinkness that showed just how many blows were aimed there.
Then, it happened. One blow came a little too close to another, and her composure cracked. After that, it was all drama, all the time.
Estelle's ever-expressive face lost its poker veneer, and started to reflect how she was really feeling. After each smack, each abrasion to her flesh, she would let out a hard breath, trying to absorb the sensations without letting them overwhelm her.
But overwhelm her they did. Her twisting, hiding behind her arms and trying to avoid blows only caused the intensity to be ramped up.
Estelle, ever the talented actress, claimed she could cry on cue. So, we taunted her through this: "Cry," we said. "Cry, and we'll stop the torture. Or give in. We'll stop when you say to stop."
She just looked around, dazed, trying to bring tears.
But her concentration kept being disrupted by stinging blows to her body. Fake tears wouldn't come, and her pride kept her from admitting it.
Instead, her face contorted, her body literally turned red and her mind went numb.
Estelle fought the feelings, but she couldn't win against them. Ultimately, she just gave in to the fact: She was there, and we were going to use her till we used her up. Just as she had been promised.
Her beating lasted a long, long time. But finally, she was XXXX and unable to respond. Only then did we ask her if she'd had enough. She merely nodded, quietly smiling. "I tried to cry," she whispered. "I did all I could, but I just couldn't do it."
As we headed out to a late dinner, she was asked to share her feelings about the ordeal. "I felt pretty used," she said. "At one point, I wondered if you were ever going to let up on that one nipple, 'cause it was really hurting. Yeah, pretty used."
"Well, wasn't that a good thing? Don't you like to be used."
"Yeah, I like it, but I'd never done anything like this on camera before," she explained.
With that, she huddled against the car door, her mind racing as her body still responded to the whipping. But there was a little smile on her lips as she remembered being used until she couldn't take any more.
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