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Added: July 30, 2018 |
Category: Bondage
Trips into the county fair are all always resourceful. The creatures are wonderful and there is the undertone of care and love they receive. The tools of husbandry are particularly interesting and one apparatus has ever fired my imagination: the dressing table table.It is using such joy and manifestation I put over her now, appreciating a good Camel smoke. She is most beautiful using a black latex hood stretched above her head. It’s a nice contrast from that painted face mounted in the wall a few days back. I inserted a few rubber tubes up her nose holes to ensure there is no mishap with breathing. This is a security measure as she has been hammered on all fours stewing since sunrise.My knees are killing me!!! The only relief is to cautiously hang my burden out of this damnable buttocks hook he seems to love so much. I’m perspiration from this exertion. I feel the sweat squishing around my mouth and chin. The tubes jammed my nose are bothersome and my breath is worked because of these. I am engulfed in a temperate, sticky blackness. The strain, that was a mere feeling if he pulled it on my head, is aching now. The wickedest tickling and pricking assaults my epidermis; I picture it must be flies or mosquitos feasting. I hear the door slam. Though I am unable to see or hear his moves, I am certain that he is up to something. My head swirls with imaginings of what he is about to do. My head yells, “Please do something! ” The horror of what my thoughts conjure reverberate within this smothering blackness.Do I feel that he is close? I hold my breath to empty some sound in my mind. Unexpectedly an acrid stench assaults my nose once I eventually inhale. That fucker is blowing smoke at me. I will ’t even avert my head because it is locked at the trunk. With every inhale I get another dose. I cannot escape it; I feel helpless — my body tingles and trembles. |
