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1/14/2011 1:43:59 PM: One year as a happily owned slave today!

5/8/2010 1:08:29 PM: Normal 0 21 false false false MicrosoftInternetExplorer4  /* Style Definitions */ table.MsoNormalTable {mso-style-name:'Table Normal'; mso-tstyle-rowband-size:0; mso-tstyle-colband-size:0; mso-style-noshow:yes; mso-style-parent:''; mso-padding-alt:0cm 5.4pt 0cm 5.4pt; mso-para-margin:0cm; mso-para-margin-bottom:.0001pt; mso-pagination:widow-orphan; font-size:10.0pt; font-family:'Times New Roman'; mso-ansi-language:#0400; mso-fareast-language:#0400; mso-bidi-language:#0400;} I’ve had a long day. I’d barely managed to climb up from the floor where I sleep and make the morning coffee when things began to happen. The phone rang, woke my owner and at the end of that call she turns to me, announces that I’ve been lent out for the day to a couple she knows and that they’ll come by in an hour or so to pick me up. That gave me barely enough time to get breakfast cooked and served before they showed up and I had to leave. Five or six hours later I returned home hot and tired. First thing I had to do was beg to have my ankle cuffs removed for a little while to relieve some of the itching from the sweat trapped behind the leather. From there straight to the kitchen to get dinner ready. As soon as dinner was over, the cuffs were strapped back on and I got chained to the floor by a foot long chain beside her chair, where I normally sit, and that’s from where I’m writing this journal entry. I did get to drink a beer while making dinner. Non-alcholic, but still beer! First one in 4 months! The tone of her voice tells me the day is yet far from over…

1/24/2010 5:35:02 PM: Found her!