Two for One – Sierra Cirque

Genres: BDSM, Bondage, Cord Bondage, Submission, Domination, Torture, Spanking
Video language: English

Sleep is fitful and only possible after the exhaustion of unceasing shifting around and adjusting the stones this are my bed. It feels like my body has been covered in blows – the rocks are bruising me. Its acquiring colder. The sun is lower; It beams through a window and illuminates the details of what hovers above me. I am one of those web restrained carcasses. As it darkens, the chirps and squishes begin — shadowy flutters of darting fantoms swirl above me. They seem to be attracted by my presence — often diving at me and bombing me with their droppings.
The smell grows fouler by the day; my toilet is my bed. In the beginning guy would come and stand over me; staring, pissing, playing with himself. Today, when fellow brought me the slop, that chub was wearing a gas mask.
The everyday chores of the grounds are much greater amount interesting as I admit my mind to wander to that creature entombed in my barn. It is less distracting of late because of the stink, and I instantly must face the task of cleaning it. I have ready a platform based on the designs I have seen at the county fair; A grooming table this holds her wrist and ankles so damsel is on all fours.

For days I have been content with just knowing this it was stored there. To compensate and motivate the chore of cleaning it, I crave to take it to other layer.
I am going to bifurcate her — 2 for 1. At the head I will have her do makeup. The manmeat sucking will have a classier feel. At the tail, a gadget will soften and swell her gash for my manmeat.

Something is up; he’s standing over me holding the black head bag and this terrible pole this locks around my neck. Lad orders me to role over onto my stomach — I know that drill, so I put my hands behindhand my back at once. (Reaching throughout that the grate this chub locks the shackles together.) This chub slides the bag on my head, yanks the chain constricting and locks it.
I hear the muffled soundtrack of the grate scraping on the concrete. Guy yanks me out of the hole by my neck. The concrete scraps my flesh as I struggle to merit my footing. That is the worst — gink pokes me forward by this pole. It is a stifling fright — I can’t see where I am stepping. Gink seems to pleasure in letting me trip or briskly walking me into obstacles.
I’m now on all fours locked at the wrist and ankles. It must be a table or platform of some kind. Man pulls the hood off my head — the purpose of this position is unannouncedly clear. A bucket of soapy water and a hose are lying on the floor. Im sure guy will make what is to come as horrible as possible. I can’t help but sigh with awesome relief as this vile stench is about to be washed from me.

Format: mp4
Duration: 50:55
Video: 1920×1080, AVC (H.264), 4822kbps
Audio: 120kbps

File size: 1.8 GB