If you have any doubts as to the thoughtfulness, care and concern of Princess Natasha for the well being of Her slaves, subbies and sissies (none of these are mutually exclusive groups), perhaps my little tale will give you some surcease from your concerns.

i blundered badly, did some stupid things (blame it on…well, blame it on me) which, in my befuddled stae, i thought Princessa would find amusing.

She did not, and rightfully so. You all know i gave myself to Princessa quite some time ago, which means exactly that. She is in control of me, and everything i do, outside a very narrow band defined by work and home, is for Her…or should be.

But this wasn’t, and She took exception. (What a quaint way to say She was ripshit, pissed off, frigging irate…and She had just got that parking ticket! )And W/we were still on O/our period! Oh, double shit!

She deigned to see me, train me, reform me. But She made it clear i would pay, and not just cash wise, which of course i did, goes without mentioning. i had been in tears over my misjudgement(s), but expected no forgiveness.

Princessa not only forgave me. She fucked me and let me diddle myself to orgasm (yummy! a snack!) and worship at Her feet…but not before She required me to be marked forever, as Hers, so i would never forget to whom i owed obeisance. Pain and humility, She gave me both like gifts from the Goddess…which they were.

She also hypnotized me, the results of which (of course, since She can now take me so deeply, i don’t rememebr) shall be seen.

i will now drink my pee in the morning everyday thinking of Her. i will pray to Her every day, and thank Her that She still lays claim to me. When She leaves a message on my cell at night saying i must drink what She has prepared for me on my way to work in the morning, i will gratefully stop at Her place and pick up the container She has prepared for me, and swallow all the (no doubt disgusting, and yet, if it is Hers, in some ways ambrosia) contents down, thanking Her in my mind for thinking of me.

Sick, you say? i suppose. i am despicable for many reasons, but not in my devotion to Princess Natasha. She owns me in every way that matters…and that makes Her happy! What is not to adore?

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