7/12/2010 12:29:39 AM: My Drug of Choice Forever longing for his touch, for his energy, for his presence, for his infectious knowledge that pours from his brain. I need his control to contain me, I need his touch to assure me, I have his love when we are not one, though feeling it becomes ever more difficult. My heart knows something... someone is missing, even when I am surrounded by the love of many. That silly vital organ sure can be choosy. I love you, my mate, my love, my master, my addiction... I hope to feel within the chains of you... soon.

7/8/2010 3:13:00 AM: ~,-,^'o'^Dirty Muddy Messy Piggy^'o'^,-,~ For some reason, the feeling of cold, wet, drippy, granulated mud being rubbed all over my body by my wise, protecting master brings one of the biggest smiles to my face. Even though its coldness on my bare flesh makes me cringe. Even though when my master pushes my face too close to the mud, the dirt smell prevents me from breathing. Even when he pushes my face in it, and i get it in my eyes and my nose. Even though, when it dries and it feels like something not much different than sand. Even when my master makes me get on my hands and knees and that sand texture digs into my skin. I am happy. I am happy to see how hard my master gets when I rub his cold mud all over my tits. I am his piggy. His messy, muddy piggy that loves to roll in mud. As long as master lets me.

7/4/2010 11:21:25 PM: You know that feeling after your partner makes you cum *so* hard? That feeling of giddy, happiness, and you have the biggest smile on your face? That is the continuous feeling I get while I am serving my master. Sometimes the rush is so great, I start to laugh while he slaps me many times in the face. It's a feeling of satisfaction. A need being met. An itch being scratched in the exact right place... I never would have thought that having my air supply cut off and a hand, swiftly brought across my face could bring me such pleasure.

6/26/2010 11:18:01 PM: .,~'~,.Confessions of a Slave.,~'~,. Over the past 2 years, I have realized that my purpose in life is to serve. Not just to serve, but to serve my master. I live to be controlled by his greatness, and I see no one better fit to own me than DeaconStone. I trust him with my entire being, and I love him with all of my heart. Serving my master is fulfilling because I genuinely want... nay, *need* to make him feel the most comfortable, the most excited, and the most satisfied. In serving my master, I serve myself... for he is *my* master.

6/24/2010 1:47:24 AM: My master owns me completely...