Release Year: 2018
Genres: POWER EXCHANGE, Bondage, Rope Bondage, Submission, Domination, Torture, Spanking

Sleep is fitful and solely possible after the exhaustion of constant shifting around and adjusting the stones that are my sofa. 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 animalism me and bombing me with their droppings.

The smell grows fouler by the day; my wc is my sofa. In the starting this chab would come and stand over me; staring, pissing, playing with himself. Today, when this chab brought me the slop, that guy was wearing a gas cover.

The everyday domestic services 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 need to face the task of cleaning it. I have prepared a platform based on the designs I have seen animalism 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 crave 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 10-pounder engulfing will have a classier feel. At the tail, a machine will soften and swell her gash for my dong.

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 that 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 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 -- that guy 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 journey or briskly walking me into obstacles.

I’m now on all fours locked animal play 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 guy will make what is to come as horrible as possible. I can’t aid 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