Sierra Cirque - Creep Have fun

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Trips to the county honest are always resourceful. The beasts are magnificent and there is that undertone of care and enjoy they receive. The tools of husbandry are notably interesting and one contraption has always fired my imagination: the grooming table.It is with such gusto and reflection I stand over her now, enjoying a good Camel smoke. She is most beautiful with a dark-hued spandex bondage mask opened up over her head. It is a ultra-cute contrast from that painted face mounted in the wall several days back. I stuffed a duo protection 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 fours stewing since sunrise.My knees are me!!! The only ease is to carefully dangle my weight from that damnable caboose hook he seems to enjoy so much. I’m sweating from this exertion. I sense 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 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 tickling and pricking assaults my skin; I imagine it must be flies or mosquitos feasting. I hear the door slam. Tho I cannot see 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 tyranny of what my own thoughts conjure reverberate in this blackness.Do I sense that he is close? I hold my breath to empty any sound in my head. Abruptly an acrid stench assaults my nose when I ultimately inhale. That plower is deep-throating 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 break away it; I sense dizzy -- my figure tingles and trembles.