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Journal of the slave one

Submitted by blogbdsm on Wed, 09/02/2015 - 07:57

it’s my first day of abstinence and is also the first time that I write what happens to me. I have never been good at keeping a journal, but certainly this is something very different: I do not do for mehappy to do but My master. That is his will that this morning I abandoned my usual clothes and I slipped in others in which I did not feel really comfortable: white lace bra, a white silk blouse semitransparent, a black cardigan, knee wool lightweight black brogues and a miniskirt burgundy rather short, very short. I did not put my usual slip coordinated as my master wants.. Go to the high school, where I work and where I worked as a janitor until last year was strange: I was not used to that feeling. I was discovered, a little uncomfortable, but it was very enjoyable. While I was in the car and I felt everything was hard not to run hand in the middle of my legs to satisfy my excitement. At work I was taken from the daily grind and I did not have time to really for distracti exception of some hungry look of many young students that licked my thighs too discoveries. I got home at three pm, I stop at the supermarket to do the shopping and then home. The afternoon was a real torture: I am used to amuse with tricks and trinkets erotic taking advantage of the empty house until my father, with whom I live is not coming home. I got distracted fatigue with music and with various chores, I resisted and finally my father arrived. We had dinner and then I was given a wonderful warm bath, I let myself be pampered by the foam still holding instinct. Now I am going to go to bed, I feel that tomorrow will be even more difficult. 

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