Sierra Cirque in Infernalrestraints Creep Keep October 21, 2016 Blindfold, Breath Play

Her condition has become ingrained. She has been for 48 hrs at the ass bar ring. I shot her arms by shackling them. Her ankles are shackled together her wrists can afford her equilibrium. She is pushed into a crunch position and also her mobility is waddling on her ass. I am thrilled that the monitoring system is completely implemented I can see her from anywhere. That is insufferable! Back and my ass are aching. How long have I been like that? When I try to recline I will drop over and not be able to sit 19, I fear. I’ve proven resistance or no complaint to his machinations. I believe this strategy is working as he has me. He lavishly enjoys the perversity of this bondage and the way he manipulates me. It arouses my mind. I am utterly dependent on him. My isolation has turned my mind to only him — I look forward to his return, although this notion is abhorrent!I am famished and thirsty — clearly, this is deliberate, if I had to sign up some purpose for this madness I suspect he wishes to restrain me in a more complicated manner; something past power, coercion and gender. He is maniacal and organized in in the methods he uses to terrorize me. This bar he’s secured in my mind goes to the back of my tongue, and it has begun to rust. Iron’s flavor is the one thing that wets my palate. The drooling is constant — I’m so thirsty I try to swallow it and tilt my head back. This discharge isn’t the worst. Desperate to ease myself I wiggled around to the iron barbecue he expelled a shit through the grate and has chained me to. I hit on the floor boards. Although it’s a torturous effort I found I can roll onto my back and then my side. This has to be positioned carefully for I can use my tongue to lick the piss up.