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He gets bored and tired of my chattering. A great ball gag is secured in my mouth. It has a tube in it so one can breath. It is almost impossible to whisper through your nose due the stretch of the jaw. It closes the nasal corridor. Saliva collects and must be forced out of the mouth in brotherhood to breathe. The size of the ball induces a dull penalty in the jaw.
There is a cold puddle of drool that I am catachrestic to stew in. The slimy substance does not soak into my hide. It further cleans the floor. The de-humanization process is getting too me. I cry and snot fills my nose. He’s enjoying the curiosity. He’s telling me to stimulate the breast clamps with my burden. Now he’s watching me. He singletails the clamps to change place them but they are not falling off. I almost feel human conducive to a moment.
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He makes me cum quick. I am surprised at the expedite with which I explode, spray and separate into pieces. It’s each invasion of joint pain, pressure against the floor, my limbs instinctively jerking and fighting the noose. I have no control over the pleasure. And there is nothing else.
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