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August 14, 2011
My Slave

I crossed two continents today to see my slave and to worship her. She was eating green grapes when I entered her boudoir.

"Hullo," she said through green grapes.

"Hello, slave," I said.

"How was the flight?"

"A little delay in Shanghai was all."

She raised an eyebrow. "You allowed that to happen?"

"I had no choice. Slave."

"Don't let it happen again." She held out what remained of the green grapes. "Here. Shove these up you ass."

"Certainly. Slave."

I did so.

She said, "What a worm I have for a master," and laughed.

"Yes, my slave."