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Trips into the county fair are all always resourceful. The critters are fantastic and there is that undertone of care and love they get. The tools of husbandry are particularly intriguing and one device has always fired my imaginationthe dressing table.It is using such delight and reflection I put over her today, enjoying a good Camel smoke. She is most beautiful using a black latex hood stretched over her head. It’s a great contrast from this painted face mounted in the wall a couple of days back. I inserted a couple of rubber tubes up her nose pockets to ensure there isn’t any mishap with breathing. This was a safety measure as she’s been locked on all fours stewing since sunrise.My knees are killing me!!! The only relief is to carefully hang my weight out of that damnable buttocks hook he seems to enjoy so much. I’m sweating from this exertion. I think the sweat squishing around my mouth and chin. The tubes jammed my nose are bothersome and my breath is labored for these. I am engulfed in a temperate, tacky blackness. The anxiety, which was a mere sensation if he pulled it on my mind, is aching today. Even the wickedest tickling and pricking assaults my skin; I picture it must be flies or mosquitos feasting. I hear the door slam. Though I cannot see or listen to his moves, I am certain that he’s up to something. My head swirls with imaginings of what he’s about to do. My head yells, “please do some thing! ” The terror of what my own thoughts conjure reverberate in this smothering blackness.Do I sense he is close? I still hold my breath to empty any sound in my head. Suddenly an acrid stench assaults my nose once I finally inhale. This fucker is blowing smoke at me. I could ’t stop my mind since it’s locked at the throat. With every inhale I get another dose. I cannot escape itI feel dizzy — my body tingles and trembles. |
