“Remember, tomor­row is your last day, once July takes place you will no longer be per­mit­ted to stuff your two holes nor will you be per­mit­ted to touch your­self, cum, without my permission.”

Halfway through May, Master had told me that June was going to be “24/7 stuffed hole month”. When Master first brought this to my atten­tion, i in my true form, star­ted to panic. How on earth could i pos­sibly be stuffed in either my asscunt or cunt 24 hours a day, 7 days a week. How could i pos­sibly go about my daily duties, without per­mis­sion to wear panties, all while being stuffed? Instead of react­ing, which has been a pat­tern for far too long, i took a moment to inhale then exhale, listen­ing to the beat of my heart, focus­ing on the pos­sib­il­ity of com­plet­ing this task for my Master, rather than the fear of fail­ing. After much thought i asked Master if He believed it would be pos­sible to be gran­ted panties dur­ing my month to help keep any device nicely stuffed. i believe Master said yes because i had asked without stat­ing “i can not” and i found a slight peace know­ing i would have a safe­guard. As June approached i became appre­hens­ive, fear­ful i would be in pain or simply unable to focus while i was filled tightly, still i did not balk at this new train­ing devel­op­ment, rather i embraced it, accept­ing my chal­lenge with pride.

June arrived quickly and the first two weeks of stuff­ing was dif­fi­cult. i found myself over sens­it­ive with regards to my cunt and asscunt and i moved slowly, clench­ing all my muscles with every step. As the third week approached, i began to under­stand the mean­ing behind my train­ing and i took solace in the toys that entered my ori­fice, remind­ing me of the own­er­ship my Master has over my being. Now, as my last day is here i feel a sense of grief, know­ing tomor­row i will be empty, void of that con­nec­tion with my Master. Along with my grief, i feel great anti­cip­a­tion for what will take place come tomor­row and for the dur­a­tion of the month of July.

As of July 01, 2008 i am no longer per­mit­ted to have either my asscunt or cunt stuffed and i am not per­mit­ted to touch my cunt or cum without hav­ing asked and been given per­mis­sion to do so. In com­bin­a­tion of what i am not per­mit­ted to do, i will be expec­ted to use a toy, referred to as “throat cunt train­ing dildo” which was pur­chased expli­citly to train my throatcunt to accept Masters cock without caus­ing me to vomit along with train­ing my throatcunt to deep throat. i, like many girls, have a very sens­it­ive gag reflex and being able to deep throat has always been a goal of mine.

i have par­ti­cip­ated in routine throatcunt train­ing many times before; how­ever, this time Master has very spe­cific goals for me to achieve and i grate­fully accept my new train­ing sched­ule. i am though nervous about hav­ing to ask per­mis­sion to cum and quite pos­sibly being denied my release. i am puzzled as to where my appre­hen­sion comes from as i always believe i must ask per­mis­sion prior to any activ­ity i wish to par­ti­cip­ate in, this though, embar­rasses me.

i know i will strive to per­fect all tasks that come my way and that all chal­lenges are merely suc­cesses i have yet to reach. Still, i wish i knew what tomor­row holds. Sometimes i wish i had a little crys­tal ball.

~His slave

i have always been attrac­ted to women. i find the female form to be breath­tak­ing: the swell of the breasts, the intox­ic­at­ing val­ley of the waist extend­ing to the hill of the hips; the del­ic­acy of the neck; tiny baller­ina fin­ger­tips and the sweet exten­sions of the legs. Women are stun­ning in both their out­ward beauty and their inner strength and preservation.

i take notice of women, watch­ing their pos­ture, the stride or skip to each step and the gen­eral pres­ence each one exudes. However, as much as i admire my gender, i gen­er­ally am not sexu­ally attrac­ted to the female per­sua­sion. This being said, i have vis­ited pussy-town, my home though is in Cocktropolis.

my exper­i­ment­a­tion with women first came with my desire to please my part­ner. i was not repelled by the idea of kiss­ing another women and although i felt no lust for the lovely creature before me, i did enjoy her soft lips and the ten­der­ness in which she embraced me. Women kiss expli­citly dif­fer­ent from men and i appre­ci­ate the soft­ness of their body as we mold together, wrap­ping around one another, lightly strum­ming fin­gers up and down our sides. There are times when i crave female affec­tion and i believe it is because like knows like and some­times i simply want familiarity.

my affec­tion for the fairer sex is a mar­riage of gen­tle­ness and sad­ism though. Some of my extreme desires revolve around inflict­ing pain on a girl; caus­ing her tears, see­ing her fear as i tor­ture her with orgasm and denial. i do not wish to dom­in­ate her, i wish to be con­trolled and dir­ec­ted to inflict my pas­sion on her, exer­cising my Masters desires while execut­ing my very own. (my actions; how­ever, are merely stages of trans­fer­ence, for all i wish to expel on the little vic­tim, i truly wish to have hap­pen to me.)

As much as i invest fantas­ies regard­ing women, my mind responds to a mans touch in a man­ner that con­sumes my pres­ence, engulfs my sub­con­cious cre­at­ing a hun­ger that lures me into my darkest recesses. i will forever be drawn to men; the smell of their flesh, the strength to their hands, the hol­low­ing of their pel­vis and the def­in­ite shad­ow­ing of their frame as they stand before me. i do not have an ink­ling to inflict any con­trol over a man, in fact, when men have approached me in a sub­missive nature i feel lost, as though they are speak­ing a lan­guage i simply can not understand.

i have been drawn to men of author­ity since i first noticed their stature and i appre­ci­ate the bio­lo­gical dif­fer­ences between our genders. i am very lucky to be a girl.

~His grace