The next day Smiffy comes back and lets me out of the cage. For a moment I thought he's gonna let me go. But no. He has some leather straps I have to wear. Neck, wrist, waist and ankles. And he has this long leather paddle with metal studs in it. I ain't gonna argue with that! No way!

Then he puts this leather blindfold over my eyes and pushes me down.

"Time for some more punishment, little thief" he mutters.

And I gets his dick in my mouth again.

Well, whaddyagonnado? I sucks it for all I'm worth. Maybe if I please him enough he'll let me go.

But if I please him too much, he WON'T let me go. Why would 'e?

I mean, what the fuck do I have to do to get outta here?

For now I'll just concentrate on pleasing his dick. It is kinda nice...