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Ive shoot since I made the last one. My experience was hot that the wait to come back was torturous. Together with my neck and wrists at a fiddle along with my ankles chained and shackled back of the throat, pulling my throat head in a angle it begins. I am lying in my stomach, hip bones and wrists digging to the wood and I can not seem to get comfortable. I attempt rolling in my side, making my elbows feel momentarily better, but I’m still trying to discover that unattainable place that is tolerable. Cyd starts the meeting with me and I feel my excitement begin to rise as we talk about the day’s possibilities. I’ll get to do a scene a gloomy people bathroom, in my set. I’m overjoyed at the proposal of an enema. That sort of humiliation makes me moist just thinking about it.It is bloated and black. I need to be in some type of box. My head is smashed against a wall in front of me along with my toes scrape on the wall . I’m restrained by leather straps that help keep my own body curled into a ball. 2 dildos protrude from that which I can only presume is the wall directly behind me. One is deep inside my pussy and the other is stuffed in my bum. The box begins to move, jolting and bumping as if it is currently rolling on uneven ground. It seems like there are items from the box under my mind, which are rattling about as we proceed, with me. Noises that are small are made by me and try to shout out through the gag in my mouth. Suddenly there’s a blinding light. The doors to my small box are flung open and he appears and starts to pet my head in an almost tender manner. He attaches it to a point from the ceiling and produces a pulley. I frown, confused. What could he be planning? I do not need to wait long to learn, as he hooks the racket to a few of the leather straps and I am fast suspended in the ground, dangling like a bit of meat. Exposed in his mercy and fully. Eventually he lowers me onto a cart, unhooks me, and wheels me away.To meet my fantasy in the filthy toilet, I am bound and gagged onto the cold floor. It is pitch black, save for a harsh light blinding of visiting my environment, any hope I may have. He waves it about and smokes a cigar. The excitement of not knowing what will happen is turning me to extents. Then something is shoved in my bum. It gets hot, afterward cools. It is thrilling and frightening all at once, and my enthusiasm grows. I want more. But I am left alone on the ground.