




Last night was like a dream. My Master took me out. Still within the boundries of the Bermuda Triangle we went to places I've never seen before. I was allowed to wear shoes and Master looked stunning in a grey suit. First we had dinner at a posh restaurant, then he took me dancing, then we went to the Opera house and completed the evening at some romantic spot in a hammock. It still feels sureal to me. Maybe it was a dream after all.
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