Dear .....

I wish to let you know that I am currently a slave to Master F. Mind: a slave for 1 day, and in his absense. He read my stories, comtacted me and deemed me 'maso'. I have taken the challenge and asked him to compile a detailed scenario for my day, keeping me tightly in hs grip. He has done so. I don't know what his ultimate intention is. I hardly know mine. What I do know is that, as always, my interest is in the relationship between my body and me. The agreement is for one day, of which I have now done two-thirds. Writing this note is one of his instructions. Will this day stand alonme or will there be other days? I don't know. My feelings are confused. Be my witness.

I woke up chained to the bed - of my own doing the night before; I watched myself pissing in a little mirror; I wore nipple clamps - which I had bought at my own initiative, but which I made the mistake of telling him about - with upto 600 g of weights, while I wrote derogatory words on my breasts, abdomen and buttocks, and cried; I decorated my body with 33 clothespins over a period of 1 hour and removed them during another, while doing intensive exercising; I oiled my body with olive oil, while dancing and massaging my breasts and orifices; while oiled, I went out into my garden on all fours, attached myself to a tree and pissed like a female dog; I subsequently washed outside in the rain; I finally went out into the countryside by car with a vibrator in my sex, parked and took a walk, dressed in boots and miniskirt, undressed in a secluded place, interacted with stones and trees and brought myself to an orgasm, and finally walked back to the car and drove home. This is where I am. Why do I give you these sketchy description? I realise it all sounds silly - worse, the dabbling of spoilt, childless Mrs. V with the world of BDSM. I cannot bring my experiences to life in this short note. (I will write an extensive expose later, to be published on my website.) For now, I saw - and try to see- the series of instructions as a meningful test, not as the crazy whims of a deranged mind. The point of telling you about what I did is to ask you to be my witness, and to simply fulfill his wishes.

As to how I feel now... I am exhausted, cold and hungry. I don't feel good about myslf. I try to see why did I feel the need to do all these crazy thinsg. I have felt ashamed - dressed in a skirt and boots and my torso grazed, I met a unknown woman at the end of my walk outisde. I suffered pain - my nipples tortured with the nipple clamps had to be ortured again with the clothspins. I hated the clothespin which I had to put on my tonque, making me dribble and dry out. I was cold - outside in my garden, in the drizzle.. My mind proved to be the stronger. Yet I was proud of my body. I enjoyed the cloud of pain of the 33 clothespins, that sustained and carried me. Like I described in the new version ofmy story 'Statuesque beauty', I was the mistress of my Master. He was my instrument as much as I was his. Master F, I often wished he was there to see me proud. He really taught me a great deal about myslef.

The future? I look forward to the future with trepidation. Please be withme.