Creep Suck - Sierra Cirque - Bondage, Spanking, Torture
BDSM - Creep Suck - Sierra Cirque - Bondage, Spanking, Torture, added Sun, 07 Mar 2021 22:54:36 +0200
Genres: BDSM, Bondage, Rope Bondage, Submission, Domination, Torture, Spanking
Sleep is fitful and only possible after the fatigue of constant changing round and adjusting the stones that are my mattress. It feels like my body was covered in blows off - the rocks have been bruising me. Its getting colder. The sun is reduced; It beams through a window also illuminates the details of exactly what hovers above me. I am one of these web bound carcasses. As it succeeds, the chirps and also squishes start -- dark flutters of darting fantoms swirl preceding me. They appear to be attracted with my presence -- frequently diving at me and bombing me with their own jealousy.
The odor grows fouler from the day; my bathroom is my mattress. In the beginning he'd come and stand over me; staring, pissing, playing himself. Today, when he introduced me that the slop, he had been wearing a gas mask.
The everyday chores of those grounds are much more intriguing as I let my thoughts to wander to that monster entombed within my barn. It is not as distracting of late due to this stink, and I must face the job of cleansing it. I have prepared a platform based on the designs I have seen at the county fair; A grooming table that holds her wrist and ankles so she is on all fours.
For days I have been happy with just knowing that it had been stored there. To compensate and inspire the task of cleaning it, I'd like to bring it to a different level.
I am going to bifurcate her -- two for one. In the head I will have her do cosmetics. The penis sucking is going to have classier feel. In the tail, a machine will soften and swell her gash for my prick.
Something is up; he's standing over me carrying that the shameful head bag and that horrible rod that locks round my throat. He orders me to role over onto my belly -- I understand that drill, so I put my hands behind my back immediately. (Reaching through the grate he shoves against the shackles collectively ) He slips the bag on my head, yanks the string tight and protects it.
I hear the muted sound of this grate on the concrete. He yanks me out of this hole by my neck. The concrete scraps my skin as I fight to get my footing. This is actually the worst -- he pushes me that rod. It's a stifling fright -- I can't see where I am stepping. He appears to delight in allowing me trip or briskly walking me into challenges.
I'm currently on all fours secured at the wrist and ankles. It must be a platform or table of some sort. He pulls off the hood off my head -- the intent of this position is suddenly apparent. A bucket of water and a hose have been hanging around the ground. Im sure he will make what's to come as dreadful as possible. I can not help but sigh with fantastic relief because this vile stench is going to be washed out of me.
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Format: mp4
Duration: 50:55
Video: 1920x1080, AVC (H.264), 4822kbps
Audio: 120kbps
File size: 1.8 GB
