It's been a few days since Master 'showed' me off to his friends. Master has not requested anything weird from me since. Master has not punished his plaything, except for not allowing relief of a constant throbbing c**k hanging lowly between legs still littered with c*m. A feeling of doom lingers through the dwelling. The body shivers just thinking a more sinister punishment is on the horizon. Oddly, Master has been quite sweet at times as well. Instead of putting food and water in the bowls in the cage, He carries the body downstairs to hand feed it morsels from Master's plate. The food is nothing but sustenance, no bursts of flavor come through. Open mouth, chew, swallow, and repeat until no more pieces come.
On the fourth morning of Master's lack of his doll's use, giant hands grasp
