trashcan

nachos

thought I would troll my Mistress with this amazing lunch im about to eat :) set your phazer to Hate

smooth

One of my favorite rituals as a slave is shaving my body, not just because I am a sissy but because of it it feels and what it means. A slave just looks so much more presentable when they are nice and smooth this is important because everything about a slave is a representation of that slaves owner. I remember being so turned of when I saw pictured of Dommes with a hairy slave or a slave with a beard or even one with long hair if it was a male. It just looked stupid to me I guess it doesnt look very uniform or something. But really I think it just looks proper, shows submission shows that you have a routine that you must do for your owner on a regular basis. It is amazing how just such a routine can change a person so much. Today I got in the shower quite scruffy with just the intention of washing up but I looked at my self and thought I should shave maybe just my legs because when I have to shave soon to start my sissy maid duties it will take less time if that is already done. So i grabbed the razor and began to take the first pass along my thigh. As I did so a familar feeling ran through my leg up my spne and back down. With each pass I took it felt less like me shaving my body and more like my Mistress's hand guiding me. When my legs were finished I felt so much more like myself that I couldnt stop there I had to do the rest I did my clit and my upper body. Then I got my favorite body wash and began to scrub, as I cover my self in the feminine sent I was thinging about my ownes rule that I must be clean shaven at all times. This was a rule I came up with infact I assisted upon it for the very reason that when I stepped out of the shower I felt renewed in my submission as if that ritual had affirmed my place at her feet. I ended by covering my newly shaven body in baby oil and running eagerly up to my room to put on my favorite pair of panties so that my day could begin.

dear diary

very soon I will be living my life as a sissy maid 24/7 this is a goal I have always wanted to achieve but have always been to scared to explore my female side to that extent. I do not consider my self transgender but I have been crossdressing for as long as I can remember. I recall putting on costume jewlry when i was very young clipon earings plastic pearls I would pretend I was such a pretty girl though I less than 10 I still understood the wonder feeling I had breaking a taboo. My cousin used to put make up and her clothes on me and parade me around my aunts house like we were best girl friends again I was very young. I would wear my elderly aunts bathing suits and my cousins shoes and panties when they were not around. I beacame a clepto with female garments I would steal them anytime I had a chance. I had a suit case full of them, I loved the smell when opening that suit case it just reaked of a toxic mix of contraban perfume a the strong sent still lingering from their former owners. When we played power rangers or xmen I was always the girls and usally the flirty ones, we would play xmen I would be rogue, power rangers I was the pink one of course, he man I was shera so forth and so on. A time came when kids at school started smoking this was about in 6th grade I was immidetly attracted to it not because "all the cool kids were doing it" because of how attractive girls looked smoking. Not only was I attracted to it I wanted to emulate it so I would steal packs of cigarettes and dress up and smoke pretend I was someones girlfriend and he would light my cigaretts. I sometimes would smoke with my some friends while they thought they were cool feeding their addiction I was feeding a different one a lusting desire to be a girl. Being told I was wrong for this by everyone I came out to about it never made me turn away from my desires for more than a short orgasm shamed moment. I had stolen my aunts credit card numbers to call femdom phone sex when I was about 12 or 13 I would call and listin to the recording and pound my clit. Until my parents found out due to her latest CC bill they went rooting through my stuff looking for the credit card info but instead the found my suitcase filled with my closted same. A kinds ransom in stoled female clothes cigarettes and diapers and of course the credit card number. Furious after confronting me they made me throw the suit case away never to be seen again. When I got older I had confessed my love of dressing to many girl friends and I have such a way about me that they were happy to indulge. I had so often had fantasies of being with men and had probed my pussy more times than I can count but I had never been with a man until I had met a dominate couple off collar me. They were excited to meet told me to pack a bag and they would come get me for the weekend this would also be my first experice serving femme by this point I had gathered quite a wordrobe but no wig or breast forms I would just stuff with tissue paper like an  eager preteen. and try to manage my hair in the most fem way possible with bows and such and I was horrible at doing make up but I managed. Over the weekend they had me dress in tons of diffrent clothes while serving them then on sat night we played for hours she fucked me with a strap on they beat me I ate thier live in slaves pussy until she came. Then when it was time for bed my head was forced on the mans cock. But you can barley call it forced with out reservation i sucked him dry while he made out with his wife. Then finally the first taste of cum that was not my own! I was addicted it felt amazing to had his cock in my mouth after that weekend they gave me a bunch of clothes hand me downs from their oldest daughter and I saved up and bought a wig. It was black and cheap but it made me feel 10x more feminine because I really wanted to attracted more men. I hooked up with severl men since my first time but none had fucked my pussy and I was so ready to be fucked but I guess i suck cock well because they all would come in a very short time then would have nothing left. One time I went to a guys hotel my first time being in drag in public but I was pretty passable due to my size a second or third look might have given me away but I didnt care to much. I marched up to the elevator with my purse filled with cigarettes condoms and lube and a small blue dildo. I arrived and his room excited for my treat he opened the door I closed it behind me with out talking fell to my knees put his cock in my heavily lipstick clad mouth and with in 60 seconds I felt his load go down my throught I swalloed with dissipointment as I looked up he was pulling out and he sat on the bed making claims that he could get hard again and wanted to fuck. So i got on top of him and tried to force a limp cock that was smaller than my clit into my pussy after what seemed like forever of trying diffrent postions me trying to suck him hard nothing ever worked so I left and made the walk of shame back toward the lobby stopping off at the bath room to stick the dildo in my ass then making the rest of the walk. Finally a man spared no time i sucked him for about 2 seconds until his cock was hard then he bent me over spit on my ass and forced him self inside. Now I have had so manythings in my pussy champagne bottles tampons dildos more than I can remeber and it never hurt or if it did it was a good pain but this hurt because it was not a force at which i could not contol. But after about 5 mins of the old in out in out it felt amazing it was so degrading taking his cock the way he used me like a girl and treated me like a girl until the moment he left with that satisfied look on his face I was in heaven. For the first time I realized that I might be gay i have been with many women and never felt anything like that. But i was never really attracted to men just cock and I had never been with a man dressed as a boy always female. I just always liked it better that way because I wanted to emulate girls they have always been sexy to me. That is why I have always chosen to be owned by them because they are powerful men will do anything for a girl. That is why I realized I am not transgender I am a sissy I have no right to be a girl I am to lowley for that I am there simply for the amusement of superiors. As they strip away my man hood I eagerly hand it over but it was always short lived either because I choose to end it for some reason of she does. Then back to boy clothes I go but now I am lucky enough to have an owner who wishes to truly train me as a sissy servant. Train me to be more femme and keep me that way make sure I stay a freak and accept who I am ..her property. So starting very soon I will live everyday as ashlynn the faggot sissy maid to Mistress Carrie. I have my own sissy maid room in the attic where a slave belongs I want to paint it pink and make it as homely as possible I want to put an ac in it so that at times I will be lucky enough to be chained up there or maybe locked in a pink cage. It is a small room but its my maid quaters and I love it, I would like to fill it with cleaning supplies and the vacum and mop. Surrounded by shevs of cleaning supplies when I am in there should do alot to keep me in my place. Mistress also is making sure that I always have long nails this ensures that I feel ultra femme and I must admit I am addicted to them I feel naked with out them adorning my fingers. I love feeling then as I touch or pick something up I love looking at them as they grasp my cigarette. Mistress also has me taking diet pills which are amazing I went from being a compulsive eater to never being hungry and haveing to force my self to eat some yogurt. This will hep me get rid of my gut that really holds me back from being a proper sissy. I would also love to do corset training every day to achieve a better figure. My wordrobe will only grow espically in the iniform department and I couldnt be more excited. We both feel I am more subserviant and proud when female and since all girls need a diary its time to update this one more often. Mistress is working hard to lay a good foundation to start this chapter of our lives and so am I.

beef

I have been in quite a submissive rut the past month or so I am not exactally sure why. I have tried to serve Mistress to the best of my ability but I really didnt get the enoyment out of it I used to. I am not sure why this is either I have tried hard to get back to the place I was before where nothing mattered but her but I just cant do it. It used to be the most amazing feeling serving her I couldnt imagine a better feeling we bonded so much when we played and when I served her. My head constantly bowed to the floor my eyes on her feet or her cigarette should I have been lucky enough to catch a glimpse. But now I feel as though I am in limbo my sister leaving the nomadic lifestyle lack of rules and structure all contributed to this I imagine. Also my owners submissive and needy side is really showing through which effects how much I can get away with and I often test the waters. Mistress says that if she punishes me she is giving in but then what is the point of punishments even existing? It really helps keep rules in place because the rules are also there for a reason. Like at school for example you break a rule you get detention or what ever same concept applies here breaking a rule should require action. Now on to my contestant disrespectful behavior..I am disrespectful to my Mistress alot of the time this never would have happened in the past. I was fully respectful of my owner at all times now there was jokeing but I knew my place and am begining to forget it at times recently. Again this disrespect has no recuperation being a slave is alot like being a kid you have no right to disrespect anyone espically you parents because you are a direct reflection of how they raise you. You disprespect someone you get punished again helps keep you on the right track. Another way to solve this problem is to live in a higher protcol atmosphere. Instead of just being on the floor spend most the time on the floor in a slave position. Instead of just standing stand with good posture head bowed hands behind your back a posture collar helps with posture a great deal since it forces the wearie into an upright position. A set protocol is very good to have to maintain respect because of how proper it looks for you slave to be constantly at attention. Like in the army there is a certin way to do everything and it works so well they soliders respect eachother and respect the higherarchy in the military. It also feels amazing knowing someone cares about you and them selves enough to instill such a protcol. Examples of such things are when walking walk with your head down and arms behind your back unless carrying something, curtsying when leaving and entering a room, a certin way of opening the door and greeting guests in Mistress's home, being in nadu or some other slave position with on the floor the postion of course to suit the situation such as instead of just kneeling being in nadu when idle, or slaves kiss when waiting for Mistress to arrive from somewhere even if its just going out side for a moment because you never know when she will want access to your body, instead of lazily relaxing while Mistress is showing you something on the computer kneel with your hands behind your back. The only realxation of this protcol would be at Mistress's discression and reserved for like kneeling next to her wathcing a movie or something special. Also I can imagine the problem with my attitude being lack of chastity the male orgasam is an aweful aweful thing. Men are driven by their cocks thats all they think about sissy slaves should not care about their clits what so ever they are on this earth to serve and its hard to keep that in mind sometimes. However I feel as if I am doing quite well concidering i do not have my cage on. There are all things that have been going thogh my head as of late. The strict control is alot of work infact its a ton of work on both parties and I understand that though some things are worth it in the end eventually things become rotuine. But alas I should not focas on my needs but rather those of my Mistress these are mearly feelings, ideas and observations.

Maggi

It was such an amazing experience to serve along side you, I felt very lucky to be a part of your life. I truly believe we connected in an amazing way. We looked amazing serving Mistress Carrie together the way she deserves. I have always said in the past my owner deserves another slave someone to suit her needs as well as my own. The needs I had were very simple I just wanted to help you along your journey so that someone could relate to that amazing feeling I have from my slavery to her. I hold the conversations that we had very dear to my heart. You have a great heart and I think you are a very strong beautiful person despite the low opinion of yourself there are many people who love and care about you. I miss having you in my life in the worst way. I felt so proud kneeling next to you at events and looking to my left to see you walking on your leash with your hands behind your back radiating such a glow of happiness from someone so down all the time. The energy felt when Mistress Carrie played with both of us was beautiful it was those times that made me remember why I wanted to be a slave. I am sorry we didnt get along at times but your emotions are out of control I am aware this cannot be helped. I feel bad that I was so impatient with your disorder but we all have our own way of doing things I am sorry ours was not the same. Never have I seen someone so happy to be of service, you were so very protective of Mistress Carrie that I felt comfortable knowing you could take care of her if I could not and that ment the world to me. As I figured from the beginning your emotions got the best of you and you could no longer handle being a servant. I was far to emotionally invested in you as my sister but i think I wouldnt have had it any other way. The bond shared between slave is uncanny so very strong and I just took a deep breath and let it all in that could have been a mistake but im really not sure. I still feel betrayed by your actions. Very hurt. I was always cautious because of the love you had for andrew seemed to be far greater than the love you had for Mistress Carrie. It showed very clear, from the moment you tried to top me I could tell you were acting and that it really wasnt you it seemed so very forced and unnatural. But when you were serving  you seemed so at peace and real. I spent alot of time sticking up for you to both my Mistress and friends in the community so I feel very stupid when I was proven wrong. I am going on the basis that you could not control your actions that the emotional wall you put up cannot be broken down by anyone. The love I felt for you and even your children was very powerful I put myself out there only to have my heart broken. I took this far harder than my Mistress i guess its because I spent so much time with you and we were on the same level you just seemed to fit in so well. I am sorry beyond words to see you leave this family.

collars

I had something really good to write but i have no idea what it was I completely forgot that really sucks, I guess I can take some time to talk about collars and what they mean . Once upon a time there was a boy who was always in a collar for play for everyday life for anything he had always just assumed that collars where just something worn not something earned. Then a girl came into this boys life and changed all about what he thought. Because the boy loved being on a leash and love to feel that closeness and connection with his owner but with out a collar that was not possible. The girl had a very beautiful collar that she had taunted the boy with the hopes of one day wearing. So the boy worked very hard to wear the collar and did everything he could to learn of its importance. Until one day the collar was place around his eager neck and the boy was to touched and overwhled with joy the he wheped in the arms of that girl for quite some time. This boy then learned a very important lesson that a collar is a symbol of commitment and ownership. Not just something what you wear just to wear.

cold

I am trying to write but the baby is crying and its drving me insane i surely remember why I do not want kids they are noisy and crazy. It is as if there is nothing you can do to please its crazy stressful just having them. I cant imagine owning 2 slaves that must be insane. All my life I have wanted siblings but they distract from my serving sometimes and I find that i much rather be left alone to my own devices. Espically with my sister because she like a real sister gets on my nerves from time to time but I do lover her wish makes me wonder if I am investing to much time and energy and emotion into what could be a let down. She is hard to work with like she has a certain way things need to be done ...Her way but that isnt to say her way as in she will explain how she wants it done it just means her way as in she has to do it if anyone else does it she will go crazy. Her emotions seems very false at time other then when she shows anger or sadness there is no actual emotion that I am aware of it is a very tough skin to crack. I wish there was a way to get through that skin and show her that it is ok to show how she feels or maybe she feels nothing at all other than just the control she desires from Mistress. Also her kids sometimes drive me insane but that is just kids in general. I feel like I have been a private person my whole life so has my owner and kids invade the privacy constantly. I am hiding in a dark whole away from every one so that I can attempt to write my journal in peace and yet still the children have managed to find me and the babies screams have managed to reach me. I wish that my sister was treated more like a slave and less like an equal at times it just seems unfair but this is all new anyway...also she says she hates the cold and it is freezing in her house all of the time.

punishment

Punishment is one of the most important things for a slave, it means more than just correcting a mistake. It means that your owner took the time to make sure you learn from that mistake. A firm hand guiding you take you so far and the care if take to correct someones behavior is such a primal urge there is no reason not to give into it. A punishment means that you may have messed up but there will be a tomorrow and that you can try harder to please your owner. I feel amazing after a punishment I feel as if all the planets are aligned and everything is right with the world. Punishments come in all shapes and sizes so to speak they can range from a firm handed spanking to writing lines. But one of the worst things you can do for a slave is suspended the very thing that keeps them going in day to day life...their slavery. Because with out the right to be a slave they are just nothing just a normal person feeling empty and in limbo wondering weather or not the privilege of being a slave will ever be reinstated. For some a punishment is a test of strength and devotion, some people crack under this pressure and find that slavery is not infact for them. But one who is truly devoted to its owner will punish them selves far worse than their owner could ever do. I know for me there has been more than once I have felt so bad about disappointing my owner that it has brought me to tears. Also I have witnessed my sister go through the same thing during her first time disappointing her owner. We are all human and even owners make mistakes but what is most important is learning and evolving from them.

making changes

Some time things always happen for a reason and a wonderful subbie girl just fell into Mistress Carries lap and I feel such a close connection with her as does my owner. Though she is emotional unstable right now my hope is that she will be guided through this time and everything will turn out for the best. Sometimes making choices can be hard so can making changes epically those that effect other people. She is someone who love to have so much control over everything in her life. She wont even allow me to do her dishes because they have to be completed a certain way which is a reason her house may have been such a wreak. I tend to find that rituals like that become heavy and may seem like alot of work because they must be done perfect each time. She feels as I one did and still do that she had just woken up a slave and had been serving Mistress Carrie forever and I describe how I had felt the same way like being hit by a train and then her love and power flowing through you as if it had alway been there. She seems like such a perfect fit we all get along great she is very respectful and aware of her place. She has assets that make a good slave that you cannot teach someone with Mistress's guidance she could be an amazing person and an amazing servant. 

wiener dog

as I speak to Miss Maggi about her submission to my owner I realize I have went through the same things that she is and in about the same amount of time. I recall being conflicted and I always looked to my Mistress for guidance, she always knows the right thing to say the right words and actions to use to make sure you do what is best for you and what is best for her. There are so many different sides to her but one that is always there is she is an amazing Domme. I never really thought about what makes her so good until recently, after seeing Miss Maggis reactions to my owner I thought about what Mistress Carrie does and how she does it. Because Maggi said that she has never been owned before because no one could ever control her and force her to do stuff because she wouldnt let them. But the thing is Mistress never forces anything she just calmly tells you what is happening and somehow you accept it. It never seems forced or like an act and after serving Ms Maggi and that is all she seems to do she will try to bark our orders or insult and will stumble over her own words. Everything just seems like an act then it clicked and I realized that with Mistress Carrie every thing she does seems so natural it has a way of comforting you. For that I am thankful makes me feel so lucky to be hers.

house

It is such a stress reliever to know where you are going to be the day after the day after tomorrow. Nothing make me more stressed that uncertainty these feelings also effect my slavery. When my mind is so heavy i ofter lose track of what is important and ofter over look the future. Knowing in the back of your mind that everything will be ok eventually but not knowing when is always the problem. Not that I am a control freak but I care about what is happening to my family. Now that i know we will be safe is quite a weight lifted off my shoulders so here is to a long and happy life to call our own.

letter to Miss Maggi

You are amazing and beautiful, it is a pleasure and an honor to both serve along side you and serve you. Thank you for sharing your home with us and opening your heart. You are a wonderful person and it means to much that you are apart of our lives. Rarely a I speechless but last night during the most beautiful breakdown I have ever witnessed I was. It was amazing to see you so vulnerable and to watch Miss Carrie comfort you and take care of you it was almost as if you were reborn in her arms. I recall it happening to me a few times before but to watch it from the outside is one of those things you will only witness maybe one in a lifetime. The energy felt in that room must have echoed through the atmosphere. Thank you for allowing be to witness such an amazing thing. You once asked me what I feel the diffrence between a submissive and a slave is and I can surely tell you that that extreme emotional bond one feels with its owner the one that you felt last night and the one I am sure you are still feeling is a very big difference. Not a feeling that of love but a feeling that no matter where you are or what you are doing you are being guided, watched, and cared for. A feeling that in all truth is one I have never found words to describe but it is a more extreme love and passion that is unlike anything I have ever felt before and this feeling is the same for no 2 people alike. This feeling is such an intense feeling of trust and safety that noting is scared because you feel one with that person. Miss Carrie told me yesterday she had thought about you as being hers and smiled. Which doesn't seem like much but for her it is alot I assure you. She is very selective and has taken quite a liking to you. You had said that you needed her and she caressed your head and said "Mine" is a soft sweet voice. But it was such a powerful thing to say and even as she was leaving this morning she said "I like her :)" to me.  She had told me that everything happens for a reason and it would appear that the off chance that you invited us into your home may have brought us all together for a greater purpose.
-Ashe

PS you will find that everything here is spelled right only because I used Google chrome <3

equals

A slave is not an equal its is nothing but an object sometimes it feels like maybe it and its Mistress forget this and act as if we are equals. Slave is here for service nothing more it is here to serve its Mistress's every demand it seems to be forgetting its place from time to time. Slave should show respect to its Mistress as it is lucky to even be in the same room with her. its eyes should be down at all times as it is not worthy to look at its owner its Mistress deserves nothing but the most up most protocol and respect for her property. Slave has no rights, privacy or say in anything it does, its only purpose is to do as it is told. When it is idle it should kneel silently and speak when spoken to as a slave should. So many of its rules and protocols have been neglected and so many actions have been overlooked. A slave is not a person it needs correction and direction to succeed in its every day life. Mistress Carrie is a Goddess and needs to be worshiped at all times Her slave is here only as her servant nothing more its only purpose is to be humble and make her proud. it is noting but a puppet for its Mistress.

cats

Mistress was very mean to it last night she treated like shit she was strict and demanding very stern in her voice and actions this slave was in heaven. All it was thinking was it didnt care how much pain it had to suffer to get treated like this. Slave still hasnt figured out a way to revive this amazing treatment more often, it has tried being good it has tried being bad. It would seem this proper treatment of her slave is completely random, when it starts her slave never wants it to stop. There is no need for it to go on and on about how this treatment makes it feel its Mistress already knows this. It longs to suffer for its Mistress to show its devotion to be put in its place that it seems to be forgetting it is a slave nothing more and an ungrateful slave at that. it is here to serve its Mistress it is here to amuse its Mistress. This slave feels very bad for avoiding its punishment earlier this week it feel like a piece of shit. It is nothing with out its Mistress such a pathetic slave undeserving of its Mistress's attention.

Missing

Last night I got a sudden jolt of horny submission and just couldn't stay off my Mistress's new cock. Its such a perfect black cock after she fucked me and came in my pussy it still wanted more so I blew her cock 2 more times it felt so good when she came in her sluts mouth I just couldn't get enough. Finally when she went to cuddle me I forced her Big Black Cock into my pussy and slept with it there I could feel it stretching me as my Mistess dozed off. What a wonderful way to make love I am such a lucky slave.
Its so weird to go from wearing diapers 24 7 then going to wearing them none this morning my Mistress gave me my bear and blanki and paci then I expected to be diapered but then realized we had none it almost brought me to tears I felt incomplete. I really miss my diapers, I miss the feeling i get squishing around in my own waste I miss  the comfert I get hearing the crinkly noise of my plastic pants. I hate useing the toilet so much it just doesnt feel right I am ment to wear diapers hopefully one day I will live in them again.

nmnjnj joojn

Sometimes I am bad just to see what happens yesterday I avoided a punishment so I felt like I could get away with anything. And I did, I didnt do my chores I didnt really do anything at all an I somehow managed to get away with it. I half expected to get snatched up by my collar and have a cigarette jammed down my thought but no i sat on furniture I didn everything I could to get something or just to see what would happen but instead my Mistress just started cleaning which is something I have never seen her do before. To my surprise she really didnt to anything to get my submission then this morning she tried to take my chastity off and I am thinking why would you want to take that off to clean it while you are not here seems really stupid and defets the purpose of chastity epically with how horny I was from my cuckolding. So i guess I will see how the day goes today I must say Mistress didnt have any pressure to dominate me maybe it was a nice break for her, for me I just woke up not feeling like doing anything but didnt actually think I would.

Cuckolded

Sunday was wonderful Mistress decided to go on the hunt for a real man. She found a black man with a nice big black cock. I was instructed to kneel by the bed and serve any needs they had, I was in a daze most of the time while it was happening it just made me feel so submissive watching her get pounded by his big black cock. I just was hyponitized watching it go in and out of her pussy. I was sure not to make eye contact but I could feel Mistress staring at me the entire time she was getting fucked all that was going though my head was how right it felt to watch my wife get fucked by a real man with a nice cock. I loved watching her suck it she was just acting so slutty a way she had never been with me before, such a perfect Goddess. At one point she was holding his hand as she was pounded from behind and it would have made the best photo because you could see her wedding ring holding his black hand while being fucked. I was allowed the honor or worshiping her feet while she got fucked from behind then when she lit a cigarette while being fucked I almost passed out I wanted to show her respect and not look her in the eye but it was so hard while I awaited her ashes . Mistress degraded me here and there while she was getting fucked but it seems she was far to busy to pay any attention to me at all. Finally after 30 mins or so her Bull came and I was lucky enough to suck the cum out of the condom and fetch him a wet wash cloth to clean his big black cock off with. Mistress is such a wonderful cuckoldress and I am such a lucky cuckold.

022204

slave is back in chastity today and it couldnt be more excited it begun its trial today and so far so good it feel so good to have its clit back in the its home. The cage doesnt seem to be effecting its ownership peirceing yet and hopefully it doesnt at all. So it can stay where it belongs for a very long time.

Last night was amazing Mistress didnt say more than 2 words before it spent most of the night in bondage left alone with its own thoughts. it was mostly thinking that this is its life now and what an amazing thing it is. With its owner coming in the room every now and then for a qucik fuck with her strapon then inserting a large infladable all it could think about was it was going to take whatever its Mistress gave to it . Then after it was allowed to wait in the bathroom while Mistress expelled an enema all over its face it must have swallowed a gallon of her liquid shit. All it could think about is what an amazing life it has to serve such a Goddess thank you as always for allowing it to be at your feet Mistress.

Shackles

it has been locked in shackles the entire day doing its chores and such and this is much harder than it thought. Slave has many chores to do and with it restriction of the cold metal it finds these things quite difficult to do and do well. But it wants more than anything to please Mistress and its suffering in this way makes it very happy. The shackles are very hard to walk in and this slave tried to and due to the restriction it could feel its new peirceing riping. So it was forced to crawl as a slave should be doing, its movement is much more restricted than it thought but it is easily keeping this slave on track and in its place. it cannot wait for a night alone with its owner ...a very mean strict high protocol night this slave hopes.