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When the sun goes down the wild cat wakes up. Natural predator, perfect hunter. No victim could escape her so she can play with them the way she wants. And regardless to the size and stubbornness everything that became her toy has no choice but accepting its fate because she knows so many ways to defeat any enemy.

Four cute balloon clusters decorated with the helium filled loons and my long red nails. This combination guarantees some mesmerizing popping performance!

Who will prevail — the tight latex surface of a helium filled balloon or a sharp piece of steel? Even though the result seems to be predetermined I promise you a lot of teasing and foretaste of every single burst.

These cute unicorn helium balloons are so tight that it’s scary even to touch them! But Mariette is known as a totally fearless popper — she grabs my loons one by one and merrily sitpops them all with no remorse! Her fun and courage inspires me to take part too.

It’s hard to keep the discipline when you learn your students to follow their impulses. Sometimes it leads to unpredictable failures. Like this time when I prepared a bunch of helium balloon for nailpopping exam and asked Selenite and Celestine to watch for it for a while. And guess what! They started popping these balloons! I was mad at them and tried to stop it. They did it in so amateurish way… but I must admit that there was a true passion in their behavior. So I gave up and let them finish popping these balloons with the only condition — they would help me to inflate a new bunch tomorrow.

There is no need to rush when it comes to popping a big bunch of lovely colorful mylar balloons. They have no chance against my super high spiky heels on my feet or against the sharp blade in my mouth so it won’t be hard to turn these loons to shreds. The only point is pleasure and teasing, pleasure and teasing again.

I’m perfectly prepared for the final session. I have stiletto heels for those big hearts on the floor and long sharp nails for the helium bunches around me. Sexy and deadly! Only Room balloon will survive.

Every time I sit on a big balloon I feel the tension of the tight latex under me that increases with every hump. The bouncing neck becomes bigger and bigger and it is so stretched and clear that I can see through it even when it was opaque when we started. The excitement overwhelms me…would this loon take one more jump or would it burst right now? And one more? Maybe it will tear in the neck and flatten fast… or maybe it will be too stubborn and I will have to rip it with my fingers? And suddenly it explodes under me spilling the tiny shreds of latex all over the room!.. I feel my heart is racing, pumping the blood full of endorphins… I need another one right now! Luckily I’m well prepared — seven SA36'', seven Q24'', one RCR and a bunch of 14'' and 16'' balloons filled with helium. So let’s take another one and see what happens next…

Here’s my training site to practice my balloon taming skills. A 50+ balloons column, a bunch of heliums and several big balloons will try to challenge me now. Haha, they all still have no chance!

The room is filled with purple balloons. The scent of latex is everywhere, I think I can even feel it with my skin. I’m going to taste every second of squeezing the heel into the tight latex, dipping my fingers in shiny black gloves into those poor but so irresistibly attractive balloons. To feel the moment of turning them to shreds under my pressure. I don’t want to make all those bursts fuse into one long loud noise — I will admire every balloon in our little fatal game again and again… until all of them are gone. The Room balloon will be the only survivor.

I feel nervous before the wedding ceremony and struggling to remember the lines of my wedding vow. I try to stay focused but all these balloons around me are so distracting… even when I don’t look at them my hands are still willing to grab the balloon and pull it closer to me. But my sharp nails are not okay with that and I suddenly burst one balloon with them! Surprisingly I brings me a desired relief… my favorite thing helps me to escape the stress. So why won’t I do it again? There are three big bunches of helium balloons around me, my nails are sharp and I’m ready to go! So I’m going to spend next minutes with a kinky pleasure of popping balloons and this is the only thing I desire now!

I see that you got a bunch of helium filled mylar balloons… again. It’s so childish! Why do you love them so much? Seems like you’re attached to them… that’s weird. Don’t you mind me popping some of these balloons? Never mind, I will pop them anyway right in front of you!

I’m on my popping spree and still have a lot of balloons to play with! Two huge helium bunches made of 36'', 24'' and 14'' balloons are nothing against my willing to make them burst under me, my heels and my nails! The rest 12'' balloons on the floor will be heelpopped rapidly. The only survivor — GL1200 Room 7 — will be deflated and taken away to my collection as a reminder of this epic action.

I filled the entire room with numerous big black and red balloons with the only reason — to see my play toy Mariette who is afraid of popping trembling and shrieking every time I burst a balloon straight into her or force her to pop one. The mix of fragile an robust balloons enhances the uncertainty and makes every interaction with every loon absolutely unpredictable. And I know numerous ways how to make it even more exciting for me and for her. Nails, heels, squeezing, sitpopping — poor Mariette would definitely regret she came here… until she starts feeling that weird pleasure coming from the mixture of fear and excitement.
Part 2 — popping the rest of round balloons, helium filled balloons, zeppelins, shaped balloons