MUD BONDAGE

With the help of a friend, he filmed me enjoying… then slowly submitting to the mud. It started soft and silky, almost welcoming… but soon it clung to me like filth desperate to mark its property. My body disappeared into the stench — a warm, earthy stink that filled my nose, my mouth, everything. I stopped resisting. I gave in. I let the filth take me, inside and out.