Ever since I've been turned into His worthless piece of fuck-meat, I have been truly alive and found the true meaning of happiness.
Serving my Master gives me the satisfaction I truly need, every slap, every degradation, just makes me stronger and eager for more.
While being a slave means something terrible to others, to me it is heaven - I cannot and do not want anything else then being one.
To me it is the ultimate and it makes me proud.
So proud that I can wear my nose-ring out in the open and at work, not in the least intimidated by some peoples reaction.
I giggle when I hear ' did you see that...' behind my back and feel confident, superior and happy, knowing they have no idea how wonderful my life is.
I will never go back to such a shallow life, even if I could.
The urge to serve and please is incredibly strong, and my determination to continue to improve myself is even stronger.
I want to feel pain and cry without remorse, I want to be used in ways He decides, I want to feel controlled, be told what to do, be totally restrained and ever at His mercy.
I want to fly at times, taken and placed into a state of grace only He can bring me into.
I want Him to take what is His, whenever He feel like, just because I am His property and need to be treated accordingly, I have the uncontrollable hunger for more and feel as if I haven't reached any limits yet.
I found my purpose. I have accepted who and what I really am. I have no regrets, and no doubts.
And there is no way I'll ever be turning back.