Today is the last day of my life -- in New Jersey.
Tomorrow morning, bright and early, the train will be pulling out of the station and I will be on that train.
Literally 95% of what I own is currently safely stored in the back of my Jeep. I didn't think it would all fit. If I had to have room for my dog, it wouldn't. That's pretty much the only reason I'm allowing my adoptive parents to accompany me down to Tennessee is because I don't really have a choice in the matter.
I mean... Yes. I want them to see where I'm going to be living because it is important to them.
And, also yes. I want them to meet the wonderful couple I am going to be living with, and to be able to meet Master and Her fiancee, for whom I'm going down to Tennessee to be Her slave. I don't want any trouble, basically, though once I am down there, Master will be in absolute total control over everything including my communication with my adoptive parents. She is Master. It really is up to Her how often I talk to them - whether it be "getting" to or "having" to, depending entirely upon the nature of the relationship we maintain and how she acts on the phone with me since Master will have absolute access to always know the entire content of the conversations. I've got no secrets from Master, none at all. Her Arms are my Home. As long as I am with Her, I am where I belong, whether I am on my knees or in Her Arms or something else, I am where I'm meant to be as long as I'm with Her.
... but even so.
The main reason that I am allowing my adoptive parents to come along is basically the lack of me having a choice in the matter.
For one thing, I need their assistance this one last time.
More importantly than that, Master forbade me to drive on a national highway since I've never done it before, or made a 715-mile drive before, and She forbade me from this being the first time since I haven't done it before, and She was worried that something bad might happen to me while I am all by myself. She is such a loving, protective Owner, I'm really blessed to have Her in my life and to be worthy of Her collar, which I am very much looking forward to wearing.
I am Her pet. I am Her slave. I am Her property. I am Her little girl. I am Her toy. I am Her bitch. I am Her slut. I am Her whore.
I would not have it any other way. These statements make me smile, they make me happy, they make me giggly, even.
This is a very different lifestyle than what most people live, and I realize this.
This is a very different lifestyle than conservative people tend to live, and I know that, too.
I do not have anything against people who live a conservative lifestyle.
It is their solemn right to live a lifestyle that is in accordance with their spiritual beliefs and which works for them.
Just don't condemn me for my lifestyle, and I won't condemn you for yours, is how I feel about it.
Master will be ensuring my emotional, spiritual, physical, nutritional and sexual health, and She's promised that I will never be homeless or destitute.
I could ask for no more than that, that is an amazing promise and She's undertaking a very high level of responsibility for ensuring and protecting my future, and protecting my self, as well.
I will hear no ill spoken of Her, for She is indescribably extraordinary, and I am blessed, honoured, flattered, privileged, and ecstatic to belong to such a remarkably beautiful phenomenon as She is.
Plus, tomorrow night, I should be able to announce my blog on my Facebook page and that shall mean a lot more people seeing just how much I Love Her.
And now this last part is purely for Master, though I am proud of it so it is available for all to see.
I Love You, Master, with all of my heart and with every fiber of my being.
There is no part of me that does not love every part of You, Master-love.
I Trust You, Master, with my health and with my heart and with my life.
I have absolute Faith in You, Master, You always have my best in mind.
- Protected Slave and Property of the Magnificent Miss_Misanthropy,
Privileged to be Master's Adoring Pet Whore, Ophelia
Tomorrow morning, bright and early, the train will be pulling out of the station and I will be on that train.
Literally 95% of what I own is currently safely stored in the back of my Jeep. I didn't think it would all fit. If I had to have room for my dog, it wouldn't. That's pretty much the only reason I'm allowing my adoptive parents to accompany me down to Tennessee is because I don't really have a choice in the matter.
I mean... Yes. I want them to see where I'm going to be living because it is important to them.
And, also yes. I want them to meet the wonderful couple I am going to be living with, and to be able to meet Master and Her fiancee, for whom I'm going down to Tennessee to be Her slave. I don't want any trouble, basically, though once I am down there, Master will be in absolute total control over everything including my communication with my adoptive parents. She is Master. It really is up to Her how often I talk to them - whether it be "getting" to or "having" to, depending entirely upon the nature of the relationship we maintain and how she acts on the phone with me since Master will have absolute access to always know the entire content of the conversations. I've got no secrets from Master, none at all. Her Arms are my Home. As long as I am with Her, I am where I belong, whether I am on my knees or in Her Arms or something else, I am where I'm meant to be as long as I'm with Her.
... but even so.
The main reason that I am allowing my adoptive parents to come along is basically the lack of me having a choice in the matter.
For one thing, I need their assistance this one last time.
More importantly than that, Master forbade me to drive on a national highway since I've never done it before, or made a 715-mile drive before, and She forbade me from this being the first time since I haven't done it before, and She was worried that something bad might happen to me while I am all by myself. She is such a loving, protective Owner, I'm really blessed to have Her in my life and to be worthy of Her collar, which I am very much looking forward to wearing.
I am Her pet. I am Her slave. I am Her property. I am Her little girl. I am Her toy. I am Her bitch. I am Her slut. I am Her whore.
I would not have it any other way. These statements make me smile, they make me happy, they make me giggly, even.
This is a very different lifestyle than what most people live, and I realize this.
This is a very different lifestyle than conservative people tend to live, and I know that, too.
I do not have anything against people who live a conservative lifestyle.
It is their solemn right to live a lifestyle that is in accordance with their spiritual beliefs and which works for them.
Just don't condemn me for my lifestyle, and I won't condemn you for yours, is how I feel about it.
Master will be ensuring my emotional, spiritual, physical, nutritional and sexual health, and She's promised that I will never be homeless or destitute.
I could ask for no more than that, that is an amazing promise and She's undertaking a very high level of responsibility for ensuring and protecting my future, and protecting my self, as well.
I will hear no ill spoken of Her, for She is indescribably extraordinary, and I am blessed, honoured, flattered, privileged, and ecstatic to belong to such a remarkably beautiful phenomenon as She is.
Plus, tomorrow night, I should be able to announce my blog on my Facebook page and that shall mean a lot more people seeing just how much I Love Her.
And now this last part is purely for Master, though I am proud of it so it is available for all to see.
I Love You, Master, with all of my heart and with every fiber of my being.
There is no part of me that does not love every part of You, Master-love.
I Trust You, Master, with my health and with my heart and with my life.
I have absolute Faith in You, Master, You always have my best in mind.
- Protected Slave and Property of the Magnificent Miss_Misanthropy,
Privileged to be Master's Adoring Pet Whore, Ophelia
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