First, the basics:
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December 18th
Last night was the holiday party i catered for YOU for YOUR coworkers. i think, hope and pray that YOU were pleased with my efforts. i'd prepared individual quiche tarts, spring rolls, and other appetizers i hoped would present the event, and therefore YOU, as appropriately upscale. YOU instructed me to wear a tuxedo for the evening and to cater the event without any additional staff. i took coats, writing a quick small note on each as to what the wearer looked like so i could retrieve the right coat when needed. i spent the evening pacing circuits around the room with trays, offering food, filling drink requests, and otherwise making sure all YOUR guests were happy.
i didn't see any of YOUR fellow Masters at this party; it seemed to all be co-workers. i still have no idea what you do for a living; i can only assume, given the guests who arrived, that it's white-collar professional. There was little talk of the office that i was able to overhear. They all seemed like pleasant people.
YOU were, as always, the center of attention in spite of YOURSELF. People just naturally gravitate toward YOU. YOUR intense combination of good looks, intelligence and charm are natural magnets.
i was not introduced to YOUR friends and coworkers. i was nothing more than hired (or, more to the point, enslaved) help. If i was anything at all. i feel myself continually sliding into nothingness, a mere speck in YOUR busy world. And i wouldn't have it any other way. YOUR guests had no idea (i assume) of how i serve YOU, of the cruelties YOU bestow upon me for YOUR amusement and my education. That little secret kept me aroused all night as i was ignored by YOU and YOUR guests.
i couldn't help but recall how i first met YOU, at an affair very similar to the one this evening. i had been hired by a client to cater a party he was hosting. My staff and i worked very hard that evening, but i was immediately taken the moment YOU arrived. It was nearly impossible to keep my eyes away from YOU. The party seemed to be a success for the host, but it was only YOUR evaluation that mattered. As the evening drew to a close, YOU were talking to a friend. YOUR eyes left his face to look at me and YOU gave me a soft subtle smile. That smile that is so captivating. i was YOUR captive from that moment on.
i just thought YOU were a very HOT young man. i invited YOU to come over any time you'd like and never expected (although i'd hoped) that YOU would take me up on it. YOU knocked on my door within the week. YOU were confident, not arrogant, and just knew i would enjoy making YOU happy. First YOU pleasured YOURSELF with my holes, and then kicked back, smiling, as i got off on spoiling YOU however i could. Making YOUR dinner, massaging YOU, anything YOU asked for. By the end of the month, YOU made YOUR home here as i took care of the housework, YOUR laundry, any errands YOU wanted done. i enjoyed making YOU smile in whatever way was made available to me. But i had no idea to what level that spark might inflame. i could never imagined the torments and pleasures i now endure and enjoy as YOUR slave trainee.
i know YOU don't love me at all. i don't need you to. i get a feeling of satisfaction in making YOU happy. It's a kind of validation for me, a way that i feel so good about what i do for YOU, the pleasures i am allowed to provide for YOU. YOU could live anywhere, with anyone, and YOU saw something in me that night to convince YOU to allow me that privilege. There are no words in my vocabulary that accurately describe how grateful i am for that honor.
December 22nd
Thank YOU so much for giving me such amazing gifts.
Yesterday morning when i went into YOUR bathroom to clean YOUR toilet, i found a paper bag on top of the lid. My mouth watered as i realized it had been drenched in YOUR tasty piss. i quickly opened it up and found inside a chastity belt. There was a lock, but no key. i understood immediately that this would nullify any attempt of self-pleasure and i was grateful that YOU were providing this opportunity to more easily please YOU. i quickly snapped it into place. My cock is now locked inside a metal mesh pouch which is entirely enclosed behind a solid metal codpiece. My balls hang free behind the codpiece for YOUR amusement. When YOU came home last night, i paraded my nulled crotch for YOU. YOU chuckled, smiled, and tossed another present at me.
This attachment grafts and locks onto the codpiece. A thick, 9 inch latex cock. Once again YOU have shown me how deliciously cruel a man like YOU can be. i attached the fake cock to the codpiece. Now when i am wearing street clothes, it appears like i've got a huge piece of meat between my legs. If a guy tries to pick me up, i'm going to have to tell him that it's fake. That my own prick is locked away. That it belongs to YOU.
i am certainly aware that any chance i have of emptying my nuts now depends entirely upon YOUR mercy. i know that it will be healthier if they are emptied every so often, but i know this is entirely up to YOU. Perhaps you will train me to cum from agony as you and your friends did to the fagdad slave. i will not speak of this again because i have no wish for YOU to feel nagged, especially by an insignificant nothing like me.
Which now brings up the subject of what gift would be enjoyable to YOU.
It's troublesome that even though my instructions were to use this journal to focus more clearly on YOU, i can't help but talk about me. How i feel. What i did. How i responded. And all this in spite of the fact that with each new day, with each new protocol or level of service YOU teach me to provide, i keep feeling smaller and smaller. More and more insignificant. Lesser and lesser an equal.
This makes the decision of a gift very clear. i give YOU ... me.
That probably makes no sense. After all, YOU had me at that first seductive smile. And each day i find that i am more deeply YOURS in submission. But what is meant here is that there will be no more "i". No more "me", or "my"... and not even "it". The time has come to be completely erased, even in this narration. From now on, there will only be YOU ... and what is YOURS. YOUR bitch, YOUR maid, YOUR urinal.
Happy Holidays to YOU. And thank YOU so very much for bringing YOUR servant to this level of obedient servitude.