Poor Zayda. That cry baby. She showed up this evening in the most amazing pair of boots. Unfortunately, we couldn’t leave them on. But I’m getting ahead of myself.
The day started out with a test of the new clear cage, dubbed for this shoot, The Aquarium.
Zed kept a close eye on any leaks or bowing of the material. After filling it 3/4 we decided we were ready. Only one serious leak was present and, given we’d be shooting in the new shoot room, within a house, having an uncontrollable leak was a serious issue. So Zed repaired it and…
…in goes Zayda J. Shackled, manacled, with bowling balls attached to her neck.
This was going to be one wet day for Ms. J. A long, cold wet day…waiting on that tank to fill. Zed had installed a lawn sprinkler. One of those kind that go, tak, tak, tak, tak, whooosssh, tak, tak, tak tak, whooosssh. I must say, I got a bit amused when it got turned on. A bit of a shock for poor Zayda.
But it did start to fill up, eventually.
And eventually it became time to put Zayda thru further ado. Like affixing her neck and wrists to a board –which had bowling balls attached to it– and chaining her to a tiny chair underneath some juniper trees while a water sprinkler hoses her down in 40 degree weather.
Now come on, is there really a better way you’d rather spend your evening? Don’t lie.
The sound she made as she shivered, the metal shackles hitting the metal frame of the tiny chair she was chained on; it made this sound. This sound that had a certain frequency to it. It kind of made you smile inside, all warm and fuzzy, even though she wasn’t, as you watched from the comfort of the house.
But then I started to wonder if she could have an orgasm in such an extremely uncomfortable environment. So I grabbed the Hitachi, lubed it up with Adams Peanut Butter and called Victor over.
And once Vic had sterilized it, yep, no problem with the orgasm. Frankly, it turned out to be a wet shoot for me too –at least my forearm.
But then it was time to move on. Time to put her somewhere for awhile, somewhere strenuous, with an ass hook, and go kick back.
Come back to her when I’m done doing whatever the fuck it is I’m doing…as long as it takes awhile. And when I did come back I laid into her ass, back of thighs, even the achilles heel with a cane. She cried. As usual.
And as usual, she also had an orgasm. And again, she sprayed. Really, she had some pretty goddamn serious orgasms here. She ended up blowing that ass hook out of her butt and her pussy convulsed in a way that made it look like it wanted to turn itself inside out.
Anyway, I’ve got to get to bed. It’s 3:42 AM. Elizabeth will be here tomorrow getting completely worked over by Angel.