Added: October 9, 2018 |
Category: Bondage
Her condition has become more ingrained. She’s been at the buttocks bar ring for 48 hrs. I shot her arms from play by shackling them to the back of the buttocks ring. Her ankles are shackled together her legs can manage her small equilibrium. She’s pushed into a crunch position and also her just mobility is waddling on her bum. I’m delighted that the monitoring process is completely implemented; now I can see her out of anywhere. This is insufferable! Back and my ass are always aching. Just how long have I been like this? I fear when I attempt to recline I will fall over and not be able to sit again. I’ve proven no complaint or resistance to his own machinations — that I dare not. I think this approach is working because me has not threatened. He lavishly enjoys the perversity of the bondage and how he manipulates me. It dominates my mind. I’m utterly dependent upon him. My solitude has changed my mind to just him I look forward to his return, although this idea is abhorrent!I am famished and thirsty — clearly, this is intentional, if I had to sign up some purpose to this insanity I suspect he wishes to control me into a more complex manner; something outside strength, coercion and sex. He is maniacal and highly organized in in the methods he employs to terrorize me. This infernal pub he has secured on my head extends to the back of my tongue and has begun to rust out of my spit. The flavor of iron is the only thing which wets my palate. The drooling is constant — I’m so thirsty I tip my head back and attempt to swallow it. This discharge isn’t the worst however. Agree to ease myself I wiggled over to the iron grill he’s chained me expelled a shit through the grate. I hit on the flooring planks. I discovered I can roll onto my back and my own side, While it’s a torturous effort. This has to be placed closely for I will then use my tongue to lick up the piss. |
2018-10-09