โ๏ธ ๐๐ถ๐ฎ๐ฟ๐ ๐ผ๐ณ ๐ฆ๐๐ฏ๐บ๐ถ๐๐๐ถ๐๐ฒ ๐ฉ๐ถ๐ฐ๐ธ๐: ๐๐ฎ๐ ๐ญ Dear fans, For this week, I'll be sharing with you as if I'm writing in my personal diary. ๐ฆ๐๐ฏ๐บ๐ถ๐๐๐ถ๐ผ๐ป ๐ง๐ฟ๐ฎ๐ถ๐ป๐ถ๐ป๐ด ๐ค: "๐๐๐๐ฃ ๐ฅ๐๐๐ฃ ๐๐๐๐ค๐ข๐๐จ ๐ฅ๐ก๐๐๐จ๐ช๐ง๐." Yesterday, my master laid out the rules for the upcoming 7 days: I have 7 tasks that I will reveal day by day, but I must follow each one every day for the entire week. The first of these tasks? To climax at least twice a day. But not just any way. Each climax must be achieved uniquely, and before granting myself that pleasure, I need to endure pain for 10 minutes. This morning, I chose clothespins, placing them on my breasts and lips. An intense experience, the pain was very real, but I withstood it, for my master, eager to see me obey. The more I obey, the more my excitement grows. The clothespins were still in place when he commanded me to pleasure myself, starting off gently and then building in intensity. 15 minutes later, I removed each pin, with pain competing with my rising excitement. Then, I turned to my vibrator, releasing moans and cries, an utterly exquisite moment. Afterwards, my master decided to take me in sodomy, not wanting any lubricant or another vibrator. He just wanted me fully his, docile, obedient, submissive. That act led to another orgasm. The pain, this intimate part of my submission, magnified every sensation. Several times, I thought of stopping, but the pleasure waiting kept me going. Now, I ponder: What draws me in more, is it the pain or the obedience? Perhaps it's this intricate mix of both... See you tomorrow for more confessions, Submissive Vicky ๐น