Dienstag, 11. Mai 2010
Back in the collar
Oh my sir and I. We had a huge fight. Caused a scene right in the middle of the town. He even slapped my face and I...I picked up a stone and threw it after him. It hit him on the back of the head and it was bleeding. It was of course about the collar.
He would not believe that I wanted to be his slave again. Understandable after all.
I am a collection of loose ends. I never seem to fit.
But in the end, he did believe me. He had two conditions. I must not kneel for anyone and I may sit on furniture if I see other slaves doing it as well.
Why the change in me? Some may say I was brainwashed. The torture from the other day was fierce. It seems it doesn't matter anymore. And if I am to be a slave then at least I want to be HIS slave. So as from now on I will call him Master again.