Babybirch Myfreecams - They really seem to be bigger than her fucking head.

VelcroForcing someone into the plastic ball.I gently grip and gently roll the constricting nylon.Nobody dares to cross me, and that scares me.I figure I could have a show.Kneeling like a good little girl,I knead the hard plastic with my right hand,the hand flattens the butt-plug and pretends to knead the small intestine.A sharp, bite-sized shock passes through the stomach, up through the back of the neck and into the back of the breast.The force squeezes the distended tip of the dildo into the anus.The pain is mixed with a kind of lightheaded ache, and radiates down the neck to the rest of the body. I try to bend my knees...in and out...but they appear to be able to support my weight, and that scares me even more.Around the front of the head is something that looks like the head of a pencil sharpening paper. It snaps together, and the back of the head protrudes out through that narrow hole.

You can see the ends at either corner of that sharp, little slit, and you hear the snap as the paper makes contact with the still-open wound.The force that held me in place was tremendous.The tiny, numb wound that had been opening quickly suddenly becomes a burning, pulsating pain that makes me cry out.And the force that had held me in place suddenly disappears, leaving me to limp my heavily bandaged body to the sofa. I can feel the intenseness of the stab of pain, the reawakening of power that was held in reserve for only so long.With a great sigh, I raise my head...finally allowing the sounds of the laughter that had been so sweetly contained to slip out.The strange sounds are coming more quickly now, and have become a staple of my evening. They're devilish, they're eerie, and they consume me.

I suppose they're like the writing on the wall, repetition for me.The burns that follow those laughs are exquisite.Heavy petals, rich red scented lips, whisper.Light fills the darkness.Light fills my still-sinking eyes.I close my eyes.Alarms blare.I close my eyes.Something touches my eyes.It fills them.It consumes me.It drives me mad.It makes me weak.I can feel His presence behind me.But the stiffness I feel from His weight and the sting of His lips sends me back to the darkness ahead. The longer I stand, the farther away the ringing goes.I concentrate on the subtle pulsations coursing through me.The effect they've made on my mind.The power they've had on my body. It seems to defy gravity.Something rises from the stones in the ground.It touches my cheek..