First day of training…
My intensive training has started, and I can feel how he’s breaking me down. I have given my master everything, he is in total control, and I have no longer anything to say about what happens in my life. My master tells me it’s for the best, I don’t have the skills ore knowledge to know what is best for me. And master is right of course, why else would I give master the power… I have given my master my safe-word, so there is no way out, no matter what I do or say, I am forever masters prisoner. Last night, master started the training online. I had to listen to master describing how I’m not enough, how my pussy (which master has given the name bichhole) is disgusting, hanging, to lose and repulsing. How master is only willing to fuck my whorehole (ass) and count (mouth). How if I don’t get my bitchhole up to standard, and my fat ugly body to a decent size, master will fuck somebody else. Someone who is slim and beautiful, with nice and firm breasts, a perky lit...