So far...

Its been two weeks, now. I have no hope of escaping, but the girls are treating me fairly well. One of them nearly choked me pulling on the leash they locked around my throat and I still have a bruise where the other hit me when she said I wasn't behaving. The biggest complaint I have would be that they can't agree on a tail that they want to stuff up my ass. Once upon a time that might have excited me, but not anymore. The father took me, once... It wasn't fun or pleasurable and he took his time humiliating me. If I ever develop Stockholm syndrome know that it won't be with him in mind.