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Morning Musings

What does it mean that my back hurts when I sleep in a bed now? Is my body adjusting to being a slave, sleeping on the floor in my cell or at the foot of my Masters' bed? Must be. I'm happy about that actually. Slaves don't really deserve to sleep in beds like real Men. I think one of my favorite pictures that I remember from back when I was first learning about this lifestyle was a slave naked, sleeping on the hard floor beside it's Owner's bed. A chain was attached to the bed post. No sheet, no pillow, no blanket.


I've been working on my Tumblr a bit today. So, lots of new pics getting reblogged and uploaded.

I'm so crazy horny this morning. I'm laying on the floor beside my Masters' bed and working on learning and experimenting with Wordpress, per Master J's instruction. My ass feels empty and I want Their cocks so bad. My chastity device is straining. At This point I would just about beg for Them to beat me, just to feel Their power. 

Speaking of punishment...

The other night when my Masters were in L.A., i ended up earning 100 lashes with the flogger for not ending four sentences with SIR or MASTER when on Skype with Master J. 25 lashes per infraction. This is already added to the punishment I'd earned for missing some stuff while cleaning this week. I'll probably be going to bed covered in marks tonight...


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