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From: Mike D <sirmikedee@googlemail.com>
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Subject: {ASSM} Slave erin, fragment 01 (bd ds)
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Date: Mon, 28 Sep 2009 21:10:09 -0400
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Hi guys!

I thought you might appreciate this.  Feel free to share it and to
send Kelly suggestions for her new pet.  :)

Mike.

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To: sirmikedee@googlemail.com
From: mistresskelly101@googlemail.com
Subject: Erin

Hi Mike!

This is her first diary entry she wrote for me.  Isn't it wonderfully
pathetic?

Kelly.

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Dear Kelly,

You said You wanted me to keep a diary, to write down my fears and
my hopes.  Here i go.  My biggest fear right now is that i won't
live up to Your expectations, despite Your assurances to the contrary.
My biggest hope is that i will, and that You'll continue to let me
be Yours forever.

I don't even know who's going to read this.  You said You might show
it to anyone, and of course i'd let You even if i had a choice, but
it just feels so embarrassing.  Like i'm bearing my heart and i don't
even know who to.  Will anyone else read this, or will it be Your
secret?  A hidden book that no one else knows about, almost.  My
gift to You.

I don't have much else to offer you.  Since i agreed to be your
slave, your pet, i don't really have anything to call my own.  It
feels silly telling You what You already know, but You told me to
be thorough, as if telling strangers about us, so i'll try my best.
I'm not even sure if i should capitalise "us"?

So anyway, it's been maybe a few months now since You took ownership
of me.  I don't know how long it's been.  You always say it's very
important that i don't know the date, whenever i try to ask you about
it or anything else about the outside world.  This laptop says it's
the first of January, nineteen seventy.  It says that every day.
It's still sunny outside, the room's really well lit, so maybe it's
still summertime.

If anyone else reads this, maybe You can tell them how long i've had
the pleasure of serving You?  I know it was months after we met that
it happened, You made Your fantastic offer and i accepted it.  It
was only about a fortnight after that that i was living in your cage.
You paid off all the rent i owed and put all my possessions in boxes.
I saw less of them each day.  It can't have been more than a month
until i no longer had any possessions left, not that any of them
were mine anymore anyway.  I guess that covered the rent, at least.

What i mean is, it's been months since i last wore any of my own
clothes.  Maybe You sold them.  I bet you did.  Not that it's my
place to know, sorry.  You always keep me naked, or in swimwear, or
lingerie.  Always caged or tethered to the floor with one of those
chains.  It's a good job You live in the middle of nowhere.  Maybe
this is why you do?  Not that i'm being so bold as to ask you, just
wondering aloud.

The scars under my armpits have almost healed now.  I'm a C cup now,
just like you wanted.  If i'm permitted to be perfectly honest --
i'll assume i am -- it does scare me a little bit to think that You
don't like me as i am.  I'm probably worrying over nothing, though,
sorry.  I really like how i look now, much more confident, about my
body at least.  It's kind of fun to show off how pretty i look now,
on the days i see myself as such, or assume i'm such when you don't
let me have the privilege of using one of Your mirrors.

Sometimes i wish i could wear my old clothes.  I used to have a sense
of style.  It wasn't great, but it was my own.  Now nothing is mine.
I know, that's what i said i always wanted, to have nothing of my
own, to be utterly Yours, and it is, and i'm very grateful to You
for it.  It's just that sometimes i miss being me instead of being
your plaything, your pet.

Especially when your friends come round.  Maybe if they sometimes
saw me as who i really am, i mean who i really was.  You know.  The
non-slave me.  But they only ever see me in the context of being
your loyal, totally obedient pet.

I really don't mean to complain, though.  I'm so glad, I'm _honoured_,
that you've chosen to make me Yours.  I love You.  I know, You're
not a lesbian, You don't love me too, i'm just a pet to You, and I'm
fine with that.  I guess I'm just trying to say thank You for this
opportunity to serve You.  You often make me feel exhilarated with
your commands and with the way you push my limits, and i'm always a
better person for it, a more obedient slavegirl, and in a weird sort
of way, more free.  More free of the confines of society and acceptable
behaviour and limiting how slutty and degrading i can let myself be.

Thank You.

Forever Yours,
erin.

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