Im here in my cellar. Thinking about my miserable state. Chained to the ceiling of this room. Just like It has been during the last 3 months. I have lost the notion of time. The only way I know that a month has passed is because my tormenters take turns to whip me every 30 days… a monthly whipping… that is my only conection with time and reality…And today… another month has passed… and Goddess Wanda will whip me to recall me who I am and why am I here… at the mercy of the LATIN BEAUTIES IN HIGH HEELSCategory: WHIPPING