The repetitive squeak of metal against metal. She swings, bound onto a steel grate thats hanging mid-air, parallel to the floor. Her neck and torso are strapped tight. Her lower legs and arms have been pulled through the grate, folded backwards, and fixed in place. Mr. Pogo slips into her cunt, fuck her. Then in her oral cavity. The grate, perfectly balanced, pivots easily. Her head angles downward, her muzzle at penis height. A flogger strikes her jubblies, giving them a blush. The whip that slaps her pussy colors her labia rosy. He sits in front of her face. Manipulating first one hollow, then the another. It doesnt take long. She comes speedily, happy. Wooden stocks weigh on her neck and wrists. She sits on a bed of spikes. He acquires intense when he sees tears run down her cheeks. Through all the excruciation she laughs. But after she comes, when she cant do what he desires, she tears up. Doused in excess, her balance centers upon one point only. Small effort sets her in motion, back and forth, swinging.
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MBA from Stanford University, certification as a coach, and her undergraduate degree in English literature from Yale, Tara takes a unique approach that blends inner work with practical skills training, and weaves together both intellectual rigor and intuitive wisdom.