Whipped and Beaten

Dear Goddess,

As i write this diary entry i feel whipped and beaten - literally. my back still stings and i am mentally exhausted from keeping up with Your incessant demands. But i am happy & thrilled because i feel more than ever like Your personal property. i am also hopeful that i may have pleased You today with my demonstration of devotion. And i will be sure to send You a photo of my back tomorrow so You can see how my bruising is developing. i don't want to think about the day after that right now because that is Saturday, when i'm sure You expect me to whip myself again. i can't imagine how badly my back will hurt after that.

i also hope that You are pleased that i was able to compliment multiple Superior Black Women today. It was at the same store, one was a customer who had a beautiful necklace and the other was at the checkout counter wearing a lovely red top. It never ceases to amaze me how appreciative the women are about my compliments, i almost never fail to get rewarded with a beautiful smile.

i have an early start on things tomorrow so i'm off to bed now. Somehow i think i'll be sleeping on my stomach tonight...

Your humble servant,