Creep Have fun (19 Apr 2017)

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Trips to the county honest are always resourceful. The beasts are sumptuous and there is that undertone of care and enjoy they receive. The tools of husbandry are especially interesting and one device has always fired my imagination: the grooming table. It is with such enjoyment and reflection I stand over her now, lovin’ a fine Camel smoke. She is most beautiful with a black spandex strangle rubber hood spread over her head. It is a cute contrast from that painted face mounted in the wall a few days back. I rammed a duo rubber tubes up her nose fuckholes to guarantee there is no mishap with breathing. This was a safety measure as she has been locked on all 4s stewing since sunrise. My knees are killing me!!! The only ease is to cautiously suspend my weight from that damnable asshook he seems to enjoy so much. I’m sweating from this exertion. I sense the sweat squishing around my chin and mouth. The tubes rammed up my nose are maddening and my breath is labored because of them. I am devoured in an oppressive, sticky blackness. The pressure, which was a mere gusto when he pulled it over my head, is sore now. The wickedest kittling and pricking assaults my skin; I imagine it must be flies or mosquitos feasting. I hear the door slam. Though I cannot witness 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 oppressive domination of what my own thoughts conjure reverberate in this smothering blackness. Do I sense that he is close? I hold my breath to empty any sound in my head. Suddenly an acrid stench assaults my nose when I ultimately inhale. That plower is gargling smoke at me. I can’t avert my head as it is locked at the neck. With every inhale I receive another dose. I cannot escape it; I sense dizzy -- my figure tingles and trembles.