on August 29, 2014
A real time session yesterday was particularly fun- he was 25, 150 lbs, 5'8" and spent three hours in a dog cage. During his visit, he had a good bit of hot, hot oil poured on him, he was mocked for his small penis, and the bra he was forced to wear. When he was finally let out, he was grabbed by the neck, pushed face-down and made to sing a little song about how grateful he was. Tone-deaf, as chance would have it. He did the dishes, accomplished some landscaping tasks, and left. Not before being pushed to the floor yet again and relieved of all the cash in his wallet. I gave him permission to get off once he had left, but no once he had returned home. He had to do it while driving and send me a video to prove it. I let him know that if he didn't, the recordings of what he'd been doing all day would be sent to his mother. Her number I took rooting through his cell phone while he lay in the dog cage.
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