Release Year: 2013
Studio: Insex Archives
Genres: restraint bondage power play soreness heavy pd enema 912 insexarchives
white noise
I watched with trepidation as my strange sofa was wheeled out in front of me. Wires, tubes, fluid bags, suction and electricity. The platform awaited me; it loomed eerily previous to me, all the tools of anxiety in anticipation of my stripped body. I was removed from my cage and obediently lay down. My passion was laced with terror as I realized that it was truly happening now; I had waited for months to live this dream and it was about to become real. I was belted down to the sofa. Headphones were placed in my ears, blaring white noise and strange otherworldly sounds. My metal helmet was placed over my face and tightly secured. I was now trapped- but almost all of all trapped inside my own head. I became just now disoriented in the darkness and unrelenting sound. My legs were widen and a tube and sextoy were inserted as I lay motionless and powerless to struggle or even respond.
Suddenly, all the groping and probing hands were gone. I was all alone now in the darkness and the drowning endless sound. I tried to concentrate on the sound; time became my castigation. With each passing pont of time, my body sent recent messages of panic and pang: the marital-device stuffed so tightly within me, the burning of the tube, the soreness of my tied muscles. The sound was my solely anchor to reality- I began to feel increasingly disconnected from my body, from my self. My disorientation grew as I dimly heard voices beyond the white noise. I began to wonder if they were really voices or just hallucinatory and contained within the inexorable static.
When I felt suction on my pantoons and clitoris, I was overjoyed! At final, a pont of time when I am connected and not alone! The electricity felt like strange prickling fingers, teasing and caressing my skin. Even as the charge increased, the pang was a welcome distraction. When it ceased, I quietly begged pd for greater quantity. My miniature hope was that that guy would leave it on and it could aid me to survive the agonizing hours that I knew remained. But my real anguish was to be wheeled away, abandoned as a mere prop during the time that Donna played with 331. After the shock treatment, time became an uncanny blur. I remember dimly some blankets placed over me. Occasional sounds and voices floated into my consciousness; I could no longer distinguish em. The white noise receded until it appeared to be like silence. Before my helmet was removed, the noise was switched off. It was so sudden and unexpected that it jarred me greater amount powerfully than any electric shock. When the helmet came off, my eyes screamed animal training the scathing light by my mind was still stunned in the absence of the white noise. It had become comforting to me; it had been like an umbilical cord that anchored me to the earth as I floated in my dreamlike space. My return to the voices and the blinding lights of the studio felt like a strange birth-- I was given away from my placid womb of endless empty space.
spacegirl
Original FileName: 20030423 - Deprived (Live Feed From April 19, 2003) (Spacegirl, 331, Donna)
Format: real
Duration: 1:26:11
Video: 320x240, RV30
Audio: 43kbps
File size: 140.6 MB
