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************************************** TERRY'S JOURNAL OF SUBMISSION
For those of you that have read my "My Letter to Master Phillip" true story, you'll know that I am a middle aged submissive that finally saw the light after years of not knowing my real purpose in life. Master Phillip helped me to understand and embrace my true self, and for now I serve him remotely while waiting to earn that invitation to serve in person. In the meantime, I thought I would keep a journal to share both the things I am experiencing with Master, and also my own hopes and desires. As a slave, I would NEVER ask Master for something selfish, so I wanted someplace to just get it out of my system, so to speak. Who knows, maybe even get some feedback that would help me in my journey. In any event, thanks for reading, and following is my first entry...
Entry #1 - Thursday, Dec 20
I don't know if this is just a honeymoon phase of our new "relationship", or if all subs go through this, but Master can do no wrong in my eyes. He is a smart, charismatic alpha, and to be able to serve Him just sends bolts of happiness through my body. My nipples get so hard I have to keep my coat or a sweatshirt on so people don't start staring. I can't stop thinking of Him and I had a co-worker stop me during a day dream and ask if I was feeling ok. "Okay?" I thought to myself, "Never better."
Master is much younger than me with an active social life. I long for the day when I am serving in person, and wait for Him to come home. He sits in a nice comfy chair while I take His shoes and socks off, taking in the sweaty smell like a beautiful perfume. After bringing Him a drink, I give his feet a nice massage while waiting for permission to use my mouth and tongue to properly pamper Him. Master shakes the ice in His glass to get my attention, and when I look up, He simply nods. At long last I can take each toe slowly in my mouth, in and out. In and out. Just like I hope to with His cock one day, but I don't allow myself to think of that nirvana just yet. I still have lots to learn about serving a Master. Like being a good cash fag, for instance. Master never asks for a dime. It's ME that feels this overwhelming desire and need to send Him gifts. I just so badly want Him to be happy in life and with me. But while I've sent Him gift cards, I've never been able to send Him cash directly, which I know He would love. Too much of a chicken I guess. And keeping this type of control makes me embarrassed and ashamed. Something to work on.
Master has brought out some strange (to me) and wonderful thoughts in my head recently, and I'll share one – my desire to be his bitch, literally – in my next entry.
Feedback/comments can be sent to me at TCrawford345@mail.com. Any questions or comments for my Master please contact Him at phillip.green3298@gmail.com.