Sierra Cirque: Creep Fellate
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Sleep is fitful and only possible after the tiredness of stable shifting around and adjusting the stones that are my bed. It perceives like my assets has been decorated in blows - the rocks are damaging me. Its getting colder. The sun is lower; It beams thru a window and illuminates the details of what hovers above me. I am one of those web corded carcasses. As it darkens, the chirps and squelches commence -- shadowy flutters of darting fantoms swirl above me. They seem to be attracted by my presence -- constantly diving at me and bombing me with their droppings. The aroma gets larger fouler by the day; my wc is my bed. In the kicking off he would come and stand over me; staring, pissing, frolicking with himself. Today, when he brought me the slop, he was wearing a gas mask. The everyday chores of the lands are much more interesting as I permit my mind to ramble to that creature entombed in my barn. It is less distracting of late because of the stink, and I now must face the task of cleaning 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 content with just knowing that it was stored there. To compensate and motivate the chore of cleaning it, I want to take it to another level. I am going to bifurcate her -- two for one. At the head I will have her do makeup. The man meat gargling will have a classier feel. At the tail, a machine will moderate and erect her slit for my cock. Something is up; he’s standing over me holding the dark-hued head bag and that shitty pillar that locks around my neck. He orders me to role over onto my tummy -- I know this drill, so I put my mitts behind my back immediately. (Reaching thru the grate he locks the fetters together.) He slips the bag on my head, yanks the chain taut and locks it. I hear the silenced sound of the grate scratching on the concrete. He yanks me out of the crevice by my neck. The concrete scraps my skin as I struggle to gain my footing. This is the worst -- he thrusts me forth by that pole. It is a stifling scare -- I cannot see where I am stepping. He seems to sheer pleasure in letting me journey or briskly walking me into obstacles. I’m now on all 4s locked at the wrist and ankles. It must be a table or platform of some kind. He pulls the bondage mask off my head -- the goal of this position is suddenly clear. A bucket of soapy water and a hosepipe are lying on the floor. Im sure he will make what is to come as terrible as possible. I can’t help but breathe with great ease as this vile stench is about to be washed from me.
Sleep is fitful and only possible after the tiredness of stable shifting around and adjusting the stones that are my bed. It perceives like my assets has been decorated in blows - the rocks are damaging me. Its getting colder. The sun is lower; It beams thru a window and illuminates the details of what hovers above me. I am one of those web corded carcasses. As it darkens, the chirps and squelches commence -- shadowy flutters of darting fantoms swirl above me. They seem to be attracted by my presence -- constantly diving at me and bombing me with their droppings. The aroma gets larger fouler by the day; my wc is my bed. In the kicking off he would come and stand over me; staring, pissing, frolicking with himself. Today, when he brought me the slop, he was wearing a gas mask. The everyday chores of the lands are much more interesting as I permit my mind to ramble to that creature entombed in my barn. It is less distracting of late because of the stink, and I now must face the task of cleaning 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 content with just knowing that it was stored there. To compensate and motivate the chore of cleaning it, I want to take it to another level. I am going to bifurcate her -- two for one. At the head I will have her do makeup. The man meat gargling will have a classier feel. At the tail, a machine will moderate and erect her slit for my cock. Something is up; he’s standing over me holding the dark-hued head bag and that shitty pillar that locks around my neck. He orders me to role over onto my tummy -- I know this drill, so I put my mitts behind my back immediately. (Reaching thru the grate he locks the fetters together.) He slips the bag on my head, yanks the chain taut and locks it. I hear the silenced sound of the grate scratching on the concrete. He yanks me out of the crevice by my neck. The concrete scraps my skin as I struggle to gain my footing. This is the worst -- he thrusts me forth by that pole. It is a stifling scare -- I cannot see where I am stepping. He seems to sheer pleasure in letting me journey or briskly walking me into obstacles. I’m now on all 4s locked at the wrist and ankles. It must be a table or platform of some kind. He pulls the bondage mask off my head -- the goal of this position is suddenly clear. A bucket of soapy water and a hosepipe are lying on the floor. Im sure he will make what is to come as terrible as possible. I can’t help but breathe with great ease as this vile stench is about to be washed from me.
Added: 2017-05-29 • Views: 18 • Duration: 50:55
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