My owner is in charge of reminding me that. She knows it was a true need what i had in me when i approached her, the need to know, the need to be told who i was. She did all that and more.

For she gave me something i had struggled to find in books of spirituality and never found: guidance, a light that could shine on my path.

To the daily 20 whacks that i have to deliver with the plastic ruler to my disgusting man-thing, owner maso has determined that i have to add 10 more. These extra blows are in part punishment, but i guess that it was time to have a taste of the true torture that my owner experiences herself.

So i made sure to feel sparks flowing from each blow.

She may relish pain and abuse. She may delight in a demeaning treatment whenever an army of black cocks go to her dungeon and fuck her relentlessly. She may smile at the end of a flogging session, or give sincere thanks for a turd that has landed on her face. But she's my owner, and i do wish for her the best things, including a bit of peace and rest every now and then.

i hope to learn how to act in a way that won't harm her again.

i hope to be strong enough the day that she and her Master decide that is the time for me to abandon everything and give up my clothes and posessions, because that day will come.

And it may well be that i'm left without a single thing in this world, but i'll make sure that the memory of my owner is at all times with me, throughout the pain and the trials i may be subjected to, hoarded like a precious treasure, untouched by the absurdity of this world.

Thank you owner maso.

pp