MF,

What a strange, horrrible and wondrous day it is. I am tired and cold. Strong and proud. I hav been and will be dedicated to you today. I have faithfully carried out your every instruction and I still do. My feelings are ambiguous. I thank you for having shown me how strong my mind is. I enjoyed the clouds of pain of the clothespins that lifted me high. I hated the one on my tongue, the one on my clitoris. I hated the nipple clamps - yes, I bought them myself -, how they dstorted and painned my beautiful breats> I hated how I had to tortue my nipples again with the clothespins. Unbearable pain - almost. Yet I loved it all. I am mistress of my body, thanks to you, Master F.

The weather was cloudy and it rained half the day, drizzle during the garden session and during the later part of the outdoors adventure. Fortunately, there was no wind to speak of. I shpould have done this during the summer.

The shame. When I was nakd in my garden, hidden by the wall, my neighbour approached to within one or two metre. Behind the wall. I heard the backdoor open and her footsteps come close. I froze from fear that she would come and see me... but she just emptied her waste in the bin. Worse later. When I came back from my scenes with the trees and stones - undisturbed-, and I had almost reached my car, another caar came and parked. I did not know what to do andstalled. Thre wasnothing I could do. Throuh the trees I saw lady and her dog walk up tome. So I chose to make it quick and hurried twoards and past her. Her dog barked at me - a dog myself -, the lady stopped in her tracks and said 'Oh, my Lord'. She looked ashamed and I was. I did finsih the nstructions that you gave me tp the letter and drove away. I don't if she watched me. I ddid notknow her.

You, I saw you looking at me from the dark windows of my house, when I was naked and oiled in my garden, chaijned to the wall. You watchedmy cunt and swinging breats as I walked away on all fours. I imagined how you came out ofthe house witha friend. You both stood there and watched me. I did not want to piss, but I had to, because the 1 ltr. neededd to get out. I cried after I finlally gave in and pissed on the grass. You both laughed.

In spite of myself, I imagiend the bananas at luch were really your member. It was obvious but still: I was so turned on from the oiling session, which I imagined you watched.. Then, my own taste made the banana an inevitably sexual object. I actually came on one of the bananas. I am not sure you would have agreed.