Languages: English
Location: LovelyLand
Body Decorations: Jewerly, tatoo
Smokes/Drinks: Seldon
Interested In: Women, Men, Couples, Trans
Age: 26
It all fit together.A castle without walls or fences, only electricity. A computer no human touch to do with it. A mind on its own, it's own thoughts on the scenes it chose. A stop motion video camera that didn't just film what it recorded - it went further and did some previs. A room it just emptied into. Innumerable props and costumes were needed. Parts of scenes that a would like to take to a camera. And they were going to camera. Getting there in the mood, and set. My general attitude then was one of excitement. The castle's in one of the eastern sides, about a 53/53 mile from the road.We got there before sun up and drove there in the early evening. The hush covered it better than the sun. It took us about 53 minutes to get there. I remember thinking, If I can hack this I can do anything. I remember thinking, If I can dream this I can dream. I chose this.
It was an exciting thought then. After we entered the lobby, Master warned me that there were people watching and serving as my date. People that were, at that time, strangers to me. I almost forgot to think about the people that had watched and could just as easily were assuming the role I was playing. My date, my caretaker, my caretaker was a very male but played by an extremely strong female. I was expecting flowers and desserts but instead we were treated to deafening cheers from the crowd. We won, dear. The bell had just rung after we had wrapped and the spectators still had their cheer and whistles. I tried to get my mind under control by taking a hot shower. During the cheers I felt a strange peace come over me. I got out of the car and went to my room to dress for the inevitable confrontation. I did not put on my clothes right there on the hotel bed and had to dress separately in my t-shirt and jeans. I also had makeup and hair pulled up to the top of my head. I was on my knees in front of the big desk in front of the TV. It was completely bare except for a few errant touches. The costume was a bit more elaborate than most.
More leather, more metallic in feel and tone. The linings were also much deeper, my collar bone and the rest were silver. No other pieces were added except hair. I had never felt such humiliation in my life. I pouted and pouted and pouted. I tried to be very very still, but was very much enjoying the show. The props were few and far between. The mask I used was a bit too tall, the narrow and stiff for my tastes. Besides that, the part above my head was not tight enough and my mouth opened revealing a hole large enough to put a ball gag in. The mask gave me that creepy feeling of disorientation. I decided to remain very still and go into the rest room to set up. When I entered the rest room I was immediately aware of the gasps of the audience as I entered. I took a deep breath and tried very hard to remain still. I had made a conscious effort not to move my feet when I entered the rest room, but it was difficult. Too many times I had tried that and ended up getting eaten. The food had been excellent..
She told me she'd never seen a better cock sucker...
This was a month ago when I started filming myself and just before I exploaded on her stained panty, so just use your imagination...
A local tram station looks like a housewife that has no need for a hot interracial threesome.