Cast: Sierra Cirque
Genres: POWER EXCHANGE, Humiliation, Torture
Video language: English
leep is fitful and solely possible after the exhaustion of constant shifting around and adjusting the stones that are my ottoman. It feels like my body has been overspread in blows - the rocks are bruising me. Its getting colder. The sun is lower; It beams throughout a window and illuminates the details of what hovers above me. I am one of these rope harness tied carcasses. As it darkens, the chirps and squishes start -- shadowy flutters of darting fantoms swirl above me. They appear to be to be attracted by my presence -- often diving animal play me and bombing me with their droppings.
The smell grows fouler by the day; my lavatory is my daybed. In the starting that guy would come and stand over me; staring, pissing, playing with himself. Today, when this chab brought me the slop, this chab was wearing a gas veil.
The everyday housework of the grounds are much greater quantity interesting as I allow my mind to wander to that creature entombed in my barn. It is less distracting of late cuz of the stink, and I now have to face the task of cleaning it. I have prepared a platform based on the designs I have seen animal play the county fair; A grooming table that holds her wrist and ankles so this babe is on all fours.
For days I have been content with just knowing that it was stored there. To compensate and motivate the chore of cleaning it, I desire to take it to one more level.
I am going to bifurcate her -- 2 for one. At the head I will have her do makeup. The knob engulfing will have a classier feel. At the tail, a machine will soften and swell her gash for my jock.
Something is up; he’s standing over me holding the dark head bag and that terrible pole that locks around my neck. He orders me to role over onto my belly -- I know this discipline, so I put my hands behind my back just now. (Reaching throughout the grate this guy locks the shackles jointly He slips the bag on my head, yanks the chain taut and locks it.
I hear the muffled sound of the grate scraping on the concrete. He yanks me out of the aperture by my neck. The concrete scraps my skin as I struggle to gain my footing. This is the worst -- this chab pushes me forward by that pole. It is a stifling fright -- I cannot watch where I am stepping. He appears to be to delight in letting me tour or briskly walking me into obstacles.
I’m now on all fours locked animal training the wrist and ankles. It have to be a table or platform of some kind. He pulls the hood off my head -- the purpose of this position is suddenly clear. A bucket of soapy water and a pantyhose are lying on the floor. Im sure this chab will make what is to come as horrible as possible. I can’t assist but sigh with great relief as this vile stench is about to be washed from me.
Format: mp4
Duration: 50:55
Video: 1920x1080, AVC (H.264), 4822kbps
Audio: 120kbps
File size: 1.8 GB
