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Trips to the county honest are always resourceful. The animals are sexy and there is that undertone of care and enjoy they receive. The contraptions of husbandry are peculiarly interesting and one instrument has always fired my imagination: the grooming table. It is with such gusto and reflection I stand over her now, lovin’ a superb Camel smoke. She is most fantastic with a ebony spandex throttle rubber hood stretched over her head. It is a nice contrast from that painted face mounted in the wall several days back. I wedged a duo rubber tubes up her nose crevasses to assure there is no mishap with breathing. This was a safety measure as she has been locked on all fours stewing since sunrise. My knees are killing me!!! The only relief is to cautiously string up my weight from that damnable anal hook he seems to enjoy so much. I’m sweating from this exertion. I feel the sweat squelching around my chin and mouth. The tubes wedged up my nose are maddening and my breath is labored because of them. I am devoured in an oppressive, goopy blackness. The pressure, which was a mere enjoyment when he pulled it over my head, is aching now. The wickedest kittling and pricking assaults my skin; I imagine it must be flies or mosquitos feasting. I hear the door slam. However I cannot observe or hear his movements, I am sure he is up to something. My mind swirls with imaginings of what he is about to do. My head screams, “Please do something!” The despotism of what my own thoughts conjure reverberate in this strangling blackness. Do I feel that he is close? I hold my breath to empty any sound in my head. All of a sudden an acrid stench assaults my nose when I ultimately inhale. That plower is blowing smoke at me. I can’t avert my head as it is locked at the neck. With every suck I receive another dose. I cannot escape it; I feel dizzy -- my figure tingles and trembles.