Dizzy Abasement For Sierra Cirque

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Trips to the county honest are always resourceful. The animals are glorious and there is that undertone of care and enjoy they receive. The implements of husbandry are notably interesting and one device has always fired my imagination: the grooming table. It is with such delectation and reflection I stand over her now, loving a good Camel smoke. She is most glorious with a black spandex spandex hood opened up over her head. It is a nice contrast from that painted face mounted in the wall a few days back. I rammed a duo love glove tubes up her nose fuck holes 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 me!!! The only ease is to cautiously string up my weight from that damnable butt hook he seems to enjoy so much. I’m sweating from this exertion. I perceive the sweat squelching around my chin and mouth. The tubes tucked up my nose are maddening and my breath is labored because of them. I am absorbed in an oppressive, goopy blackness. The pressure, which was a mere delectation 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. Tho I cannot watch 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 blackness. Do I feel that he is close? I hold my breath to empty any sound in my head. Suddenly an acrid stench assaults my nose when I eventually inhale. That fucker is gargling 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 run away it; I perceive dizzy -- my assets tingles and trembles.