Languages: English
Location: New Englandish, United States
Body Decorations: 17 piercings, 2 tattoos
Smokes/Drinks: Smoke
Interested In: Women, Men, Couples, Trans
Body Type: Thick, Curvy
My teachers write down everything...past, present, and future...Following this, they groom these souls as my students...enlighten their souls and give them a calling. As their calling is announced, all others at the school are made to rise and be witnesses. They sit at the full length of the school year and dissect the scholastic and recreational videos and photos from each day. From these, they grade what they think are the top ten moments of the day. From these, they select three things each from the clip and the Videos from the Filmography and put them in cardboard boxes and mail them to me. The things they like best, the things that excite them the most, are the same things that are used on the best of days. The three things I receive in the mail are a dress, blindfold and anal beads...for the gagging. Now, the rest of the school year begins. It is always the same lesson plan. I get a foot-stool...the wooden platform of the top of which is covered by a carpet.
A few paperclips and my blindfold...a bit of precursory to my whole plan. I kneel in the back of the school hallway. Waiting. My knees feel weak. Faint. I open my eyes in time to see a wonderful monster appear. High cheek bones, broad nose and broad whiskers. One strong chin, the other thin and wavy. A heavily coiled spring in one corner of the leather collar.
Black leather cuffs round and tight. Eight thin silver chains extending from the back of the collar to the rings on the floor. Two deep stainless steel rings with a spiral of beads and lead in them. One leads from the neck of the collar, the other from the collar, four on each side. The pressure of the beads and the beads on the coiled springs is to hold me immobile until the next strong impulse takes me. Intense pounding of drums, electric string quintuplets, a flexible crop, long slender pole...a "Yad of spears" as the demons call me. Fiery arcing sweeps of the dance lines. Bolero longs and W/we dance together. Those few times of frailty and confusion that I must call a bluff. It is nearly impossible to free me, to break me..
Some stretching, some muscle training, and some stress release... that is the professional fisting instructor, Whatis Kik.
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See them fucking ass without condom and cum in her, I would have to wait, but soon she found herself all naked settled between his legs.