I have been instructed to close my account and never more use this system. I have been given a few days to finish off chatting with my friends and invite everybody in the Tampa area to a farewell party in Clearwater Beach. After that, I will close off my account for good.

I AM SO HAPPY, THAT I WANT TO DANCE NAKED ON THE ROOF. This morning I met with my King, PhilipOrleans, early, to do some jogging together. Once we were alone on Clearwater Beach, in a private ceremony witnessed only by the ocean waves and the Spirit of the Sea, I kneeled down and told him that HE could do with me as he wished, he could send me to Somalia bound in chains, although I would not need any chains because I would travel voluntarily and submit to slavery, if he so ordered it. I put all my heart and faith in his wisdom, for what is a  life of punishment and slavery compared to knowing that your feelings and condition is true and you never once lied about being a slave. So I was ready to accept my fate, sell my earthly possessions, give everything to the poor and report for duty as sexual slave in the depth of Africa, as instructed by my owner. But my King graciously told me that HE wishes to keep me around and I am going to be serving him here in FL. My joy is exceeded only by the spring itself. I cried for long time. My King wants me to be around him and for him, and my services are going to continue. I love my Master more than I love life, for HIS love is my life.

I face a difficult decision. My Master has asked me (he is very polite) if I would agree to be sold for forced prostitution. He thinks my level of commitment to him has not been tested to the limit, and he fears that I am just a vanilla girl in disguise. He also told me that there are several charities that really could use some money, and he asked me if I would consent to be sold to an African business man that he knows, to be displayed and rented in Mogadisciou, Somalia. He showed me the beautiful pictures of the city, built thousand of years ago, and noted that among the thousand of local slave women, there was not a single blonde, and that is really a pity. Master Philip has agreed with my potential owner to allow me keep my own religion and not force me to become a Muslim. It seems that I will be allowed to pray sometimes, and visit the local church once a month. My Master is sooo kind. He also noted that Pierre (my new Master) will allow me to keep my little cross. I am so grateful. My new life, if I accept, will be rigorous and I will have to dance nude in the biggest brothel in town, where the warlords and desert traders enjoy the pleasures of enslaved women. Punishment is routine, I have learned, and the girls are replaced and sent to work in salt mines after their youth is spent, or simply sold as domestic and sexual labor. Master told me that a sacrifice like this, to benefit the poor and the homeless, will be god for my character and I should not be afraid of suffering, for suffering will prove my devotion to him. He says that he will probably forget about me after a week, but for every lash that I get in my new life, I will know that my slavery is real, and not a sexual-kinkiness.  I am thinking hard and of course, Master is not forcing me to choose, he is presenting the options to me. I want help from other honest subs and slaves in deciding what to do.

My Master Philip The Great has communicated me that he intends to include other slaves in our court, a court where I am –so far -- the slave and he is the King. I rejoice in my Masters happiness. He allowed me –graciously – to talk on the phone for an hour to Giselle, a Las Vegas nursing student. She seems to be genuine, honest and her slavery is like steel, she enjoys many of my likings and I am sure she will be a great slave in our court. I pleaded to serve her as well, and despite me being older then she is, for she is only in her early twenties, I insisted on taking the bottom position in the house order. I defend my right to be the last, the servant, the beaten, the communal toilet, the sexual-toy, the ass-wiperer , the tongue-in hole, the flogged one and never the flogger. I only demand one thing from my Master, let me be the one who serves and never the one who is served. He agreed, and to make sure that my request was sincere, he punished me for close to one hour, until his hand got tired and my throat lost any power to scream. But then he did me twice in my back-hole and I experimented a chain of earth-rocking, mind-shattering orgasms.
Let the power of the world rush to my King like the  river Nile.