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Added: August 19, 2018 |
Category: Bondage
Two hours in silence and darkness, bound in steel and narrowed by what seems like immeasurable burden… One becomes part of the scenario as if it were fact and not a thing within the grasp of their control. Master James finds a demented glee from the study of His victims busting points. The more he assesses His slave abigail the harder it’s for him to find that sweet spot, but without fail, he will always locate it.Adorned having a spooky gunny sack that covers an even longer criminally eerie gimp hood… servant abigail sits bound and in shadow onto a high stool. She’s motivated to perform what looks like a very simple task outside her many deflecting predicaments. “Tell me a story” Master James urges.And right out of the gate, servant abigail finds herself challenged in a way she hadn't predicted.Struggling in her very first effort to amuse her captor, her story fails abruptly as it ends a dead end street on Vanilla Lane. Master James has a method of motivating his servant to greatness though she begins . . She finds a very small crack into his mind when she begins to tell a story that mirrors his own twisted starts and His rising appetite for larger and larger prey. As her narrative would slow as she analyzed His responses he would recommend her to continue on with one of His many inspirational instruments. You understand. . .like flame throwers and explosives or energy tools with abrasive modifications or the bone frightening shower of water… the noises of metal scraping on metal and flesh and the unmistakable sound of a massive sickle being honed of its rust prior to being hauled across her skin. Dehumanized, weighed down, jump, wet, cold and suddenly burning, pressured to perform and entertain, exhausted, hungry and contested at each point. A really spectacular vision to see as this interaction succeeds. |
