I can remember the fear I felt when Master first told me about this journal, my musings. I was petrified, most certain someone out in that vast universe would be able to identify me and “out” me to the world I had sheltered for all those years. There is a soft laughter inside of me as I remember the tears behind my eyes as I sat down to type about myself, my world, my journey with Master. In many ways I was still such a little girl, awkward and unknowing of what I could achieve, what I am capable of.
The path that Master and I have taken has been far from easy. As I read through some of my first entries I was able to see my growth and although I do not believe the fundamentals of a person change, my willingness to experience, to trust has grossly improved. When I share our experiences I do so with honesty and a great deal of emotion. I no longer hold back, edit myself in any way.
I am very grateful for Master enforcing this outlet. I know that being able to express myself through this venue has allowed me to improve, to better understand myself and the dynamics of mine and Masters exchange.
I am a very happy, confident, owned slave and I would not want anything else.