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| I love, I LOVE, to serve my Master. We don?t have time to play as much as we?d like, but he knows that I need that tug of control; of servitude and he gives me tasks to perform while he sleeps. Because he knows that I love, love, love to serve him. What he may not know as well (or at least might not have before I put it down here) is that the more difficult or taxing or impossible the task the better. If it?s something that brings me pleasure that?s great, but it?s even greater when the pleasure is all for him. If it?s something that I can do I?m happy, but I get a high of unbelievable proportions when its something I can?t do, but have to do anyway. Simply for the pure enjoyment of pleasing him.
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