Humiliation

I am starting to seriously question my choice in human companions.  First she robs me of my manhood and then she spends the next ten days dressing me up in humiliating outfits and taking pictures of me.  At least I finally get to ditch my large plastic cone of shame tomorrow.  I never could master the whole going through doors and not walking into walls thing.  Only six more days, two hours, seven minutes and fours seconds and I get to run and play again....not that I'm looking forward to it or anything. 

"Help!!! My bone is stuck in my cone!"

"I will not succumb to the anesthesia, I will not sleep" 

"Ohh the humiliation"