Sleep is fitful and only possible following the fatigue of constant shifting around and adjusting the stones that are my mattress. It seems as though my entire body was covered in blows – the stones are bruising me. Its becoming colder. The sun is reduced; It shines via a window also illuminates the particulars of everything hovers above me. I am one of those internet bound carcasses. As it succeeds, the chirps and squishes begin — shadowy flutters of darting fantoms swirl above me. They seem to get attracted with my presence — often diving at me and bombing me using their droppings.The smell grows fouler through the afternoon; my toilet is my bed. In the beginning he’d come and stand over me; staring, pissing, playing himself. Now, when he attracted me the slop, he had been wearing a gasoline mask.The regular chores of the reasons are far more interesting as I let my mind to drift into this creature entombed in my barn. It is not as distracting of late due to this stink, and I now must face the task of cleaning it. I have prepared a stage based on the designs I’ve observed at the county fair; A vanity that holds her knees and wrist so she’s on all fours.For days I have been content with just knowing that it had been saved there. To compensate and inspire the task of cleaning up it, I’d like to bring it to another level.I’m likely to bifurcate her two for one. At the head I will have her do cosmetics. The cock sucking will have a classier feel. At the tail, a machine will soften and ditch her gash because of my cock.Something is up; he’s standing over me holding the black head bag and that terrible pole which locks round my throat. He requests me to role over onto my stomach — I understand that drill, so that I put my hands behind my back instantly. (Reaching throughout the grate he guards the shackles together.) He slides the bag in my head, yanks the string tight and locks it.I hear the muffled sound of the grate scratching on the cement. He yanks me from this hole by my throat. The concrete bits my skin as I struggle to gain my footing. This is the worst — that he pushes me forward by that pole. It is a stifling fright — I can’t see where I’m stepping. He seems to delight in letting me excursion or briskly walking me into obstacles.I’m on all fours secured at the knees and wrist. It has to be a platform or table of some kind. He pulls the hood off my head — the intent of this place is suddenly clear. A bucket of water and a hose have been lying on the ground. Im sure he’ll make what is to come as horrible as you can. I am ’t help but sigh with excellent relief because this vile stench is all about to be washed from me.
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