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The door was answered excuse pretty much straight away. I risked a quick glance at the man who answered the door. He was very tall (but most people are to me), dark spiky hair, two day stubble, and a excuseme lovely excuse smile. I felt myself excuse blush a little as he spoke excuseme to me.
'Yes excuseme' my eyes excuse found their usual excuse way down excuse to the excuse floor excuse again
The metronome was mama bright silver and every time it moved to the right it reflected the sunlight from excuse the window into my eyes. Far from being excuse unpleasant excuseme this felt very soothing and combined with its regular click click it seemed very compelling. After a excuse time I noticed excuseme that music was also playing. It was excuseme only when movies I excuseme concentrated me that I could actually excuseme hear it excuse. It was only when excuse mama I stared at the metronome that I could concentrate. There also seemed to be a voice excuse speaking softly, but as that was excuse quieter excuse than the excuseme music I thought that it might be excuseme just a figment of my imagination.
I felt like I was on the deck of a me ship. Swaying in time. I was a child on a swing excuse mama. I was in my excuseme mothers arms being gently rocked. I was swimming is the excuse softest warmest place.
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I started to read a little excuse. It was excuse the part of Portia from 'Julius Ceasar'. As usual when excuse I start to read, I excuse completely loose myself in the character. I become that person. I am that person. I try to put that across to whomever is watching me and in the course of doing this I kind of phase excuse out. I excuse had not been reading for more me than a minute excuseme when Nick stopped me.
The silent man walked over to excuse the camera, removed the lens and excuse turned excuse mama it on excuse.
'SIT'
'It's time for your screen test Suzy. What you are going excuseme to movies do is you excuseme are going to masturbate excuse. You are going to masturbate excuseme like your life depended on it. All the time you are mama doing that you are excuseme going to excuse mama tell us excuse mama what kind of girl excuse you are mama and how much you like showing off. We excuse are excuseme going to film you doing excuse this and when we tire of you we excuse are going to ask you to write down the names of all excuse your excuse family excuse. When we are through with you for today we are going to excuse make copies of mama the tape and post them out to everyone that is on excuse mama your movies list. We are going to do this because we want to and me it amuses us'
I rubbed my clitoris frantically me with my excuse mama right middle finger. My body was bucking like excuse I were horse riding.
After a excuse conversation in which the me silent man seemed only to speak in gestures excuseme Nick approached me.
The silent man knelt at my feet and attached straps excuse to excuseme my ankles. These straps were connected to the bottom of the frame and they appeared to be weighted because my legs felt leaden. I was in turmoil excuseme, I was unable excuse to move and my whole weight (and then some) was being supported by my calf excuse muscles. Already they were aching excuse, but excuseme I knew that I excuse had to stay on tip toe or my weight would be shifted to another more sensitive excuseme part excuse mama of my body.
It was then that the lights started mama.
'Dress .' one of excuse them commanded
'Lift your head'
'Walk excuseme' said excuse the man
I felt my body excuse begin to move excuse. It was me as if excuseme my feet were glues to an invisible tightrope as me I excuse started to movies walk in an excuse awkward fashion, one foot excuse directly in excuse mama front of the excuse mama other. This soon became second excuse nature once excuse I had learned to swing my hips from side to side.
'I excuseme want to tell you about your latest roll movies.....Your me latest roll is excuse to do whatever you are told whenever you are told it. You excuse will make films until our audience excuseme are tired excuse of seeing excuse your ugly face. You will be sold to the first person that requests you excuse when this happens. You will stay here and we excuse will feed you enough to keep you healthy. While we excuse are recruiting excuse you will look after us in whatever way we excuse desire. When excuse mama you are not needed you will be kept in a little cage.'
The metronome was mama bright silver and every time it moved to the right it reflected the sunlight from excuse the window into my eyes. Far from being excuse unpleasant excuseme this felt very soothing and combined with its regular click click it seemed very compelling. After a excuse time I noticed excuseme that music was also playing. It was excuseme only when movies I excuseme concentrated me that I could actually excuseme hear it excuse. It was only when excuse mama I stared at the metronome that I could concentrate. There also seemed to be a voice excuse speaking softly, but as that was excuse quieter excuse than the excuseme music I thought that it might be excuseme just a figment of my imagination.
I felt like I was on the deck of a me ship. Swaying in time. I was a child on a swing excuse mama. I was in my excuseme mothers arms being gently rocked. I was swimming is the excuse softest warmest place.
Tick
I started to read a little excuse. It was excuse the part of Portia from 'Julius Ceasar'. As usual when excuse I start to read, I excuse completely loose myself in the character. I become that person. I am that person. I try to put that across to whomever is watching me and in the course of doing this I kind of phase excuse out. I excuse had not been reading for more me than a minute excuseme when Nick stopped me.
The silent man walked over to excuse the camera, removed the lens and excuse turned excuse mama it on excuse.
'SIT'
The silent man knelt at my feet and attached straps excuse to excuseme my ankles. These straps were connected to the bottom of the frame and they appeared to be weighted because my legs felt leaden. I was in turmoil excuseme, I was unable excuse to move and my whole weight (and then some) was being supported by my calf excuse muscles. Already they were aching excuse, but excuseme I knew that I excuse had to stay on tip toe or my weight would be shifted to another more sensitive excuseme part excuse mama of my body.
'Lift your head'
'I excuseme want to tell you about your latest roll movies.....Your me latest roll is excuse to do whatever you are told whenever you are told it. You excuse will make films until our audience excuseme are tired excuse of seeing excuse your ugly face. You will be sold to the first person that requests you excuse when this happens. You will stay here and we excuse will feed you enough to keep you healthy. While we excuse are recruiting excuse you will look after us in whatever way we excuse desire. When excuse mama you are not needed you will be kept in a little cage.'