First, the basics:
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December 13th
YOU have found a new, less traumatic, means of having YOUR bitches stay always alert, never complacent, eternally competing for YOUR pleasure. Thank YOU so much for showing new ways to keep YOUR tribe on its toes.
This morning YOU walked around, assigning numbers to all YOUR bitches except the one on gloryhole duty. YOU explained that these numbers, 1 through 5, were based upon the pleasure and dutiful service YOU had received in the past weeks. YOUR ratings were completely subjective and could not be questioned, especially with each of YOUR bitches' mouths kept locked.
First YOU instructed 1 & 2 to lock the wrists of 4 and 5 in cuffs. The cuffs were locked to spreader bars and the bars hoisted up by YOUR winch toward the ceiling. The two locked servants were side by side. YOU raised them up until their mouths were at the height of YOUR chest.
YOU then instructed how their ankles were to be similarly cuffed and tied tightly to their nuts. The weight of their legs now hung from their sore and swollen balls unless they used their thigh muscles to keep their legs from hanging.
YOU then allowed are a rare joy. 1 and 2 were YOUR top-performing bitches. 1 had the option of either worshipping YOUR cock for hours, or fucking number 3 with a real live cock instead of the dildo hanging from its chastity cage. Number 2 would get the option number 1 did not pick. Number 1 chose to fuck.
YOU unlocked the rings from the mouths YOUR whores. YOU stood in front of the two lowest-ranking suckholes and demanded YOUR nipples and pits worshipped as number 2 slowly made love to YOUR massive cock. Number 1 fucked number 3 as YOU watched.
YOUR two hanging sluts moaned as their legs became heavier and heavier. There was agony in their wrists, shoulders, thighs and nuts as they hung there, time dragging ever more slowly as they showed their appreciation by gently flicking their tongues across YOUR beautiful chest and sucking the dried sweat from YOUR delicious pits. YOU demanded YOUR cocksucker slowly worship YOUR meat and not rush to YOUR orgasm, increasing the torture for YOUR two loser bitches. Their moans of agony and pleasure in being allowed the taste of YOUR flesh became more insistent. The tears from their eyes eventually mixed with the salt of YOUR skin as they licked and swallowed. YOU merely stood there enjoying the three tongues that were gently coaxing and massaging YOUR pleasure.
Once number 1 had cum inside number 3, their tongues were added to YOUR joy. Number 1 was allowed to lick YOUR full and fragrant balls while number 3 was told to french-kiss YOUR asshole. YOU just softly sighed and enjoyed the ride of YOUR harem's tongues making sweet love to YOU, listening to the music of everyone's moans: those of three bitches in delirious pleasure and two others in wrenching agony. All in worship of YOU.
After what seemed like hours, YOU finally gave permission for YOUR cocksucker to make YOU cum. But, as always, YOU added a twist of cruelty -- YOUR suckbitch was no longer allowed to suck YOU off, but only to beg an orgasm from YOUR prick by licking it. YOUR two chest-worshippers sobbed upon hearing YOUR command.
Knowing the agony two of YOUR cuntfaces were bearing, YOUR cocksucker slid its tongue under YOUR foreskin at the crown and slid its tongue back and forth, continually licking the most sensitive part of YOUR erection. YOU chuckled softly and moaned YOUR pleasure to 10 hungry ears. Each of YOUR fagwhores was working furiously to grant YOU the orgasm YOU so generously allowed, but it took about 15 minutes for the task to be accomplished.
As YOU shot, YOU pulled back, spraying YOUR cuntface. Once YOU finished, YOU suggested that its face be cleaned by YOUR hanging faggots, granting them the reward of YOUR seed for their agony. They whipped their tongues across YOUR bitch's seeded face, cleaning it in moments. YOU then permitted their ankles and wrists to be unlocked, ending their torture.
And then, as always, came the final blow. The servant who was allowed to cum, number 1, would now be dildo-fucking anyone or anything YOU wished to see being fucked. From now until the next evaluation, number 1 would go through the frustration of fucking without pleasure, repeatedly tormenting its locked cock.
And the next evaluation could be days, weeks, months, years from now. There was no way to know.
Lord, thank YOU so much for allowing such a generous means of keeping YOUR tribe focused on YOUR pleasure, for forcing continual competition for YOUR pleasure and not permitting any laziness or slack in the worship of YOU. The worship of YOUR tribe's fucking God. As it is imprinted on all of YOUR congregation's flesh.
December 28th
Thank YOU for YOUR ever-deepening desire to eradicate what shreds of identity remain within YOUR tribe of worshippers.
YOU had already "suggested" that YOUR minions all shave their heads to be more uniform in appearance. YOU stated YOUR desire for bodies to be kept unshaved to create a more animalistic, primal appearance. And YOU explained how goatees should be kept full and thick because YOU like, as YOU stated, "furry cunts."
And, of course, YOUR lackeys strived to please YOUR every wish. But YOU, being GOD, demanded more.
YOU arrived to YOUR home one evening last week with six black fabric hoods. "Happy holidays!" you announced. Very elastic fabric, they fit snugly over YOUR suckwhore's heads, a hole hemmed out to frame the mouth, nostrils, and chin. The rest of each of YOUR suckwhores' faces are now completely encased, completely erased, in black fabric.
The most interesting thing is the treatment for the eyes. The fabric is sheer enough that it doesn't hamper one's vision ... but for anyone looking at the slave ... there's no face, no expression .... Just a locked set of lips.
This means there is no longer any kind of visual communication between YOUR faggots. No eye contact. No winks, no eye movement to indicate direction. It was a very subtle thing, but even this is now gone. YOUR worshippers are even more becoming strangers to each other. There is no longer even a sense of "we" or "us" .... There is only YOU. There is nobody, nothing here but YOU and what is YOURS. What YOU own. What YOU use and exploit.
YOU have explained that these hoods are to be worn at all times except during daily hygiene, which is done when YOU are away at work. So even when just around the rest of YOUR crew, there are no longer faces to be seen. Just anonymous bodies, each declaring YOU to be their fucking GOD. Thank YOU so much for this life spent in devout adoration of YOU.
Thank YOU also for allowing this journal to be used ... both to express feelings and to read about the feelings of others. Reading the beginning of this document, there is of course curiosity about the first writer, the one who was being punished for the audacity of self-pleasure while being used by YOU. Which one of YOUR tribe was this man? Is he still here, or was he sent away to this mysterious "compound?" There's no way to know, of course. No way to ask with locked lips. And no way to tell when YOUR entire tribe looks so similar. There is a range of ages, of course ... but it's impossible to nail down a specific age, or even to say only one could be that age.
LORD, YOU have no need to answer. GOD has better things to do. This is simply a matter of emptying a stupid brain for YOUR inspection. Thank YOU for allowing this opportunity to be stripped naked, both outside and inside, for YOUR inspection and amusement. Thank YOU for being splayed like a butterfly, pinned to a page for display. Thank YOU for stripping away any sense of identity, any possibility of being anyone or anything but YOURS. There is no "me" here. And that freedom is indescribable ... a sense of belonging ... both in the sense of being owned, and in the sense of finding a place where everything fits just right. GOD, YOU have created this sensation in a way that nobody else could. Thank YOU, Thank YOU, oh GOD THANK YOU!!!
January 15th
Thank YOU, LORD, for providing the structure to serve YOU well. YOU create an environment where each of YOUR minions quietly goes about making YOUR every desire real, where all of YOUR worshipping bitches can focus solely on YOUR happiness, hoping to inspire on of YOUR smiles.
The days are spent taking care of washing/cleaning ... of YOUR home and of YOUR slaves. YOUR laundry is taken care of, washed, dried, ironed, folded, put away. YOUR bed is lovingly made, YOUR home is kept immaculate. Cleanliness and GODliness. Any errands YOU'VE mentioned, either directly or with a note, are taken care of. All without YOUR minions speaking to each other, even when mouths are unlocked, out of respect to YOU. If one has taken the list of groceries, then everyone else knows that chore is being accomplished. When the dryer goes off, everyone starts toward the machine, but whoever's there first takes care of it. In the afternoon, one of us starts preparing a salad for YOU and others look at the recipe for YOUR dinner that was selected prior to getting groceries, and soon everyone works silently in concert to serve YOU. It was very chaotic at first, but routine has created a system where, like a human body, each of YOUR lackeys
work together, like hands and feet with YOU as the brain.
Everyone knows that laziness will not be tolerated. That any or all of YOUR stupid fuckwhores can be replaced or disposed of at any time. And so everyone toils for YOUR contentment and happiness. To live without a Master, an Owner, a God, is to endure a living death. YOU are so profoundly needed.
And everyone has learned the torment of feeling useless when not serving YOU. A feeling of having no purpose, no way to show all that is felt inside. It is at these times when this journal is useful ... to quietly serve YOU by emptying out the mental and emotional guts YOU have so carefully formed. To spill on paper all that is felt for YOU.
Thank YOU, always thank YOU, for creating this life of adoration and fear, of sublime pleasure and constant torment, of ecstatic pleasure and exquisite pain ... all for YOUR enjoyment, amusement, and exploitation. Thank YOU for YOUR sadism, thank YOU for your arousal.
And, of course, thank YOU for YOUR soft, subtle smile. The only validation YOUR addicts can hope to be worthy of.