The twentieth day of Christmas

New day, new fucking ways to be humiliated and degraded my Mr Finch. First up; The dildo shaped package. And then, if there are no other damn instructions, some yoga.

Can I even be surprised? The suspiciously dildo-shaped package was in fact, a fucking dildo. Yeah. I know. Insane.. It came with a note too. *clears throat*. you know, you don't actually have to include that, book? Dumb shit. Anyways..

"This is a 1 to 1 copy of my cock, at least it'll feel that way.. I want you to use it today. The whole day. Don't bother picking up your package today. It'll be at your door tomorrow morning. Have fun.."

Guess I'm fucking myself ALL day today. Can't fucking wait... Actually, I don't have to! Seems like my hands are already ready to get going. Yes, in case you wondered; I'm still dressed like a whore, I talk like a whore, and I smell like a whore. How are you?

Soo.. ugh.. Apparently that fucking myself all day was quite literal. I've been at it for four hours now. I've cum six times. So how is this... Shhh~ thing magical?

It -Agh.. It has messed with my twat, I mean, my cunt, my pussy. Fuck! I can't even say the V-word, must be the damn choker.. My slit is fucked now. Not like, ~gah, not like in getting fucked. No. It's fucking loose. It's like the minge of an actual whore. Been stretched waaay to fucking far by countless delico- Emh. Many cocks.. I don't think I'll be able to -Gah.. To add to the diary more for today.. Here's a picture of me fucking myself with Mr Finch's perrrfect cock..

So obv~Ngh, obviously it doesn't look like any healthy human cock. But it feels like one, an incredible one. Mr Finch's amaz- ...I'm trailing off.

At least now you know what the fuck I'm up to. And NO, I can't fit the whole damn thing..