On Fire...

Dear Goddess,

i am sure You will not be surprised when i tell You that my back feels like it is on fire as i write this diary entry. It was quite painful to whip myself again only two days after i finally succeeded in bruising myself sufficiently enough to satisfy Your desire to see me properly punished. i am very thankful that my efforts seemed to please You and i am also very thankful that i am not due for another beating for a whole week now.

Please understand that i am not complaining. In fact i am now back on my knees begging You to allow me to continue to be Your personal whipping boy. i consider it an honor to endure the physical pain of my beatings for Your pleasure and as reparation for the suffering of Your people. i will also continue to send You daily photos of my back so You can see how it recovers from the terrible beating i have inflicted on it.

While i was out shopping today i was disappointed when i approached the check out counters and saw that there were no Superior Black Women at any of the counters. But as i was leaving the store i saw that there was a young black woman at the Customer Service desk. i thought quickly and approached her with a request to purchase stamps that i really didn't need. i saw that she was wearing some large, silver earrings and i told her how nicely they went with her long hair. She seemed genuinely pleased and thanked me for saying so.

i hope You are resting up from Your trip to Club Black Whip and i also hope things work out with the boy who approached You about serving as Your domestic servant. i know how much You enjoy having a bitch boy at Your beck and call!

Your humble servant,