A Horrible Night

Well, I was right about the phone. As soon as my captor returned home I was chained to a wall, made to wear my Wednesday gimp mask and sodomised over and over with his new Samsong phone. Here is a capture from the webcam, I'm sure you can see the terror on my face.



I've been drinking a fair bit of man boob milk lately so I had the strength to clench my sphincter so tight that I managed to dislocate my captor's elbow. This was probably not a good move as he then spent the rest of the night exploring my every orifice and collecting my tears. He believes that drinking my tears will reduce his enormous boobs but after 11 years his boobs have only got bigger. I'm not sure if tear drinking is a Jewish tradition or its just something my sick and twisted captor likes to do.