All night yesterday I suffered from insomnia. I didn’t sleep well, introducing you together, then how I tell you about it. Bitch, stupid bitch! After such a wonderful evening, I managed to mess up! I spoiled everything, as always. I’ll say something without thinking ... And now I’ve gotten into a place where I shouldn’t go. I am very sorry about this now. And if I had a choice, I would have thought differently!

Morning ... Wake up happy and guilty. I think about you ... You are so far away, but I feel that you are pleased with Your bitch and also smiled in the morning. How can I tell you about everything ... I do not want to spoil your mood! This makes me even harder! I have time before dinner, then I will be a little free and write to you ... And now I think, I think, I think ... I always need to put everything "on the shelves." It’s not just a sense of guilt, it's hard to understand What am I to blame ... I feel you. I have learned to understand what can upset you ...

I write ... When I write, it is easier for me to think. I tell you about everything. Honestly and frankly. My confession is ready. I get in touch: "Hello, Boss! Can you speak now?"

- Hello, whore! In 30 minutes!

Oh my God!!! I was ready to admit everything! These 30 minutes ... I was calm and knew that the Master would understand everything correctly and help me to understand everything. If He gets angry at the bitch, He will explain everything and she will be calmer. She needs this support. He will not be silent, I will not have to guess about His attitude to this. He knows how to act. I was ready to receive punishment if the Lord was distressed by my behavior. 30 minutes ... how long they are! I'm starting to get nervous. Shaking hands, I can not stand - my legs have become wadded. Why is it so scary ... No ... not scary! I am beginning to realize that now the Lord may be infuriated. Maybe I am minimizing my guilt ... If He is angry, I will not find a place for myself. How I do not like it. Tears are rolling down. I do not want to annoy you !!!

The time of trial is over ... I send my confession! Seconds or minutes ... How much time has passed I do not even know ... I constantly look at the screen and wait ... "call!", - the order is displayed on the screen.

The gentleman listens to the oral explanations of my act. I tell him everything and feel how angry the Lord is. He calmly asks the bitch questions, I answer them with a shiver in my voice. His calm and coldness ... How much strength is in this !!! I, by my stupidity, began to justify myself. Why, if I understand what is to blame?

- You will be punished. Strong. You made me very angry! I don't want to hear any more bitch!

Short beeps ... I look at the phone as if something might change ... Tears flow ... I wash with cold water - it does not help. More, more ... Lew ice water on my face. Hysterics. It is difficult to stop. I scold myself! I know that now you are no better than me. I want to hurt myself to bring these emotions down! I clench my fists so that the nails dig into the palms. Painfully. Does not help. Stronger can not. I can't hurt myself.

I do not know how much time has passed, I forced myself to calm down. I knew that I must ask you for punishment. You will punish your bitch and she will feel better. You will forgive her!

I am writing again ... I just beg you to punish me! The lord teaches the bitch to be obedient. She forgot. She needed a lesson so that she remembered him well. Waiting for an answer ... In my stupid head a billion thoughts ... So much emotion! Fear, pain, tenderness, guilt, gratitude, love ... Everything is mixed up! I know when it's over, you will regret the bitch. And she will be calm.
Answer! I'm afraid even to watch. "A dull thing will prepare two clothespins, a cord or wire, derogatory speech and 10 words describing a damn thing!"

Knees duck. I'm afraid to even imagine what awaits me.

- Boss, let me take the belt instead of the wire, I beg!

- NOT!

This “no” sounded like thunder.

Of course, I will accept any punishment from my Master! I can tolerate a lot. Only to earn forgiveness.
A few hours before the punishment takes place in constant tension. I mentally ask the Lord for forgiveness and repent ... Every minute I think only of this. Unbearably long ... It seems to me that I can easily survive this physical pain, because to torment myself constantly with thoughts of my behavior and that I upset the Boss even more unbearably! I want to quickly everything went!
Returning home ... I am writing to the Lord that I will be ready in 15 minutes. I start to bang so that I can not squeeze a word out of myself. All the way home I rode and with tears in my eyes was preparing a derogatory speech. I called myself the last words, described humiliating situations with myself ... And now, when there are only a few minutes before meeting with the Lord, I have lost the power of speech ... I walk around the apartment from corner to corner and try to get together. Where are the clothespins? They lay in the nightstand! They are not! I can't get my thoughts in order. Hands are shaking. I find the clothespins, put them on the table, next to the charger, which will serve as a cord. I sat on the sofa, looking at this. I write to the Lord that the whore is ready and she is very scared. I am waiting.

- Call Skype.

Kneel down. I call. Compound. Answer. I don't see Him ... I don't deserve it.

- Ogoli chest!

I take off the straps. I dare not utter a word, without the order of the Lord. I silently execute orders ... and wait for what happens next ..
- Put the clothespins on the nipples! I listen to you, creature!

I try to gently wear clothespins. From every extra movement, a sharp pain pierces through. As long as I can tolerate. I gather all the will in a fist. But I can't say a single word. I think only that now I am even more angry with my Master. And from this I begin to get more nervous.

- Hands behind head! I'm waiting!

I force myself to start. The gentleman is silent. I'm getting nervous and shut up again. Again thoughts of pain. My chest pierced dozens of needles! Hands numb in this position, I almost do not feel them. My knees hurt. The main thing is not to cry. I can't control myself ... I have to endure this punishment. I am going again and continue. I again ask the Master for punishment. Now verbally so that He can see the eyes of his whore.

- All mongrel?

- Yes my Lord!

- You can remove the clothespins!

I almost sobbed in the voice! The pain began to feel several times stronger! I hurried to take off my clothespins and, when I lowered my hands, touched one. She staggered and pulled her nipple. Tears rolled like a stream! I started to take off my clothes pegs. Slow and neat. But a new wave of pain rolled ... I felt how small needles crumble across my chest. Need to pull yourself together! A little more patience. I wipe away the tears.

- Sit on the sofa and spread your legs. So that everything is clearly visible in the camera! Put your left foot on the sofa. Do you understand, creature?

- Yes, Master!

I carry out the order of the Lord.

- Now the mongrel will strike his pussy with a cord. There will be 10 of them. For every blow, the slut will call herself the words that characterize her after her deed. everything is clear, whore ?!

“Yes, my Lord,” I answered faintly. I could not even imagine what pain awaits me! I got a lump in my throat.

- I do not hear, slut !!!

- Your slut understood everything, my Lord!

- Start! And do not feel sorry for yourself!

The first blow is the worst! I do not know with what force you need to beat, so as not to anger the Lord and not to harm yourself.

Need to start. I laughed. The hand falls on the sofa. How difficult it is to overpower yourself!

- Live!

I lift the cord up again. Sharply drop his hand and he flies right in pussy! How painful!!!

“Dirty rag,” I squeeze.

Blow, blow, still blow! I'm in a hurry to get it over soon.

- Ungrateful bastard! Dull creature! Stupid whore!

Break....