Attitude Adjustment V
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The emotional state of the guy has made this Gene Bilbrew cover a favorite of mine.In my mind he is lost in some vast masochistic trance that only those of us blessed with the need for erotic pain can really understand.
(Continued from prior entry.)
On the third morning you gave me food and water immediately. Eating from young fingers had become to feel natural. You left for a bit.
Returning I saw a cane and a stool in your hand. Sitting on the stool you told me to get up on my knees and look in your eyes.
As you told me that I had adapted well to being worked. You stroked my head. Acknowledgement and contact made me even more grateful than the food.
Carrying rocks you told me was a lesson. That as a slave my goal in life was fulfilling your desires even if they served no purpose.
You told me that you could tell how appreciative I was to eat from your hands. I was learning, you said, that if I wished to serve you then I must accept total dependence.
Leaving me alone was to teach me that the greatest punishment I might know was to be forgotten and ignored.
This was all so true that my Goosebumps slalomed up and down every part of my body.
Holding the whip in front of me you told me that today I would learn about pain. Pain you would inflict only for the joy of watching me suffer. It would be a long day and I would come to know many devices and toys.
If when I awoke tomorrow with welts, bruises and cuts I still wished to remain then there might be a permanent place for me in your life.
