Sierra Cirque in Infernalrestraints Creep Keep October 21, 2016 Nipple Shock, Small Tits

Her illness has become more ingrained. She’s been in the ass bar ring for 48 hrs. I took her arms out of play by shackling them to the back of the ass ring. Her legs are shackled together, thus, her wrists can afford her small equilibrium. She is pushed into a dip position and also her just mobility is waddling on her bum. I’m thrilled that the tracking process is fully implemented; now I can watch her from anywhere. That is insufferable! My ass and back are constantly aching. Just how long have I been like that? I fear if I attempt to recline I’ll drop over and not be able to sit again. I have shown no complaint or resistance to his machinations — I dare not. I think this strategy is working because he has me. He lavishly likes the perversity of the bondage and how he manipulates me. It arouses my mind. I’m utterly dependent on him. My isolation has turned my mind to just him — I still look forward to my return, although this idea is abhorrent!I am famished and thirsty — obviously, this is intentional, though I had to sign up some purpose to this insanity I suspect he wishes to control me at a more sophisticated manner; something past power, coercion and gender. He clearly is maniacal and extremely organized in at the methods he employs to terrorize me. This infernal bar he has locked in my mind goes to the back of my tongue, and it has begun to rust from my spit. The flavor of iron is the one thing which wets my mind. The drooling is continuous — I’m quite thirsty that I tip my head back and attempt to swallow it. This release is not the worst however. Desperate to ease myself I wiggled over to the iron grill he’s chained me to and minding a shit throughout the grate. I piss on the flooring boards. Although it’s a torturous attempt I discovered that I can roll on my back and my side. This has to be placed carefully for I will then use my tongue to lick up the stink.

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