I’ve been anticipating this shoot since I left the previous one. My prior experience was so hot that the wait to come back was torturous. Together with my wrists and neck at a fiddle and my legs shackled and chained to back of my neck, pulling on my neck head in an angle it begins. I’m lying on my belly, hip bones and wrists digging to the harsh wood and I can not seem to get comfy. I attempt rolling my side, which makes my elbows feel better, but I am still straining to find that tolerable place. Cyd starts the interview with me and I really feel my excitement start to grow as we discuss the possibilities of the day. I’ll get to do some scene a dingy people bathroom, in my preferred set. I’m overjoyed at the proposal of the enema. That kind of humiliation gets me wet just thinking about it.It is bloated and black. I have to be in some sort of box. My head is smashed against a wall in front of me along with my feet scrape on the wall. Leather straps which keep my own body curled into a tiny ball restrain me. 2 dildos protrude out of what I can only assume is the wall directly behind me. One is pushed deep within my dripping pussy and the other one is stuffed in my ass. The box starts to maneuver, bumping and jolting. It sounds like there are items from the box below my mind, which are rattling around as we proceed , . Noises that are little are made by me and try to shout out through the gag in my stomach. Suddenly there’s a blinding light. That he looks and the doors to my box have been flung open and starts to pet my mind in a very tender way. He produces a pulley and attaches it. I frown, puzzled. What could he be planning? I really don’t have to wait long to learn, since he hooks the pulley binding me and I am immediately dangled in the ceiling, dangling like a bit of meat. Exposed fully and at his mercy. Eventually he lowers me onto a cart, unhooks mepersonally, and I away.To meet my fantasy in the filthy bathroom, I am bound and gagged on the cold ground. It’s pitch black, save for a unpleasant light blinding of visiting my environment, any expectation I might have. He smokes a cigar and waves around it in my head. The excitement of not knowing what will happen is turning me to extents. Then a thing is shoved in my ass. It becomes frighteningly hot, then cools back again. It is thrilling and terrifying all at the same time, as well as my enthusiasm grows. I want more. But I am left alone onto the floor.
