InfernalRestraints - Sierra Cirque - Slink Have fun

Download HD Video (4.8 GB)


Trips to the county honest are always resourceful. The beasts are fantastic and there is that undertone of care and enjoy they receive. The contraptions of husbandry are peculiarly interesting and one implement has always fired my imagination: the grooming table. It is with such elation and reflection I stand over her now, liking a supreme Camel smoke. She is most beautiful with a ebony spandex smother love glove hood spread over her head. It is a adorable contrast from that painted face mounted in the wall several days back. I stuffed a duo love glove tubes up her nose slots to assure 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 drape my weight from that damnable bootie 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 jammed up my nose are maddening and my breath is labored because of them. I am absorbed in an oppressive, gloppy 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. However 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 strangling blackness. Do I perceive 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 finally inhale. That banger is blowing smoke at me. I can’t avert my head as it is locked at the neck. With every deep-throat I receive another dose. I cannot run away it; I feel dizzy -- my figure tingles and trembles.