schuftsau_olaf @ 2005-10-30T23: 41:00
As every weekend I had yesterday and toiled again today good for YOU in the call center. After work then the SMS that I would immediately get Depp to 2 sundaes over. She would only laugh with your friend about me if you would hear my heavy breathing at the door on the fourth floor. And I rarely stupid idiot, of course, went off right away, this time again with S-and U-Bahn, grateful for the grace that should serve the high GODDESS. This time YOU laughed when I had rung the bell ...
thousands fantasies went through my head. More of it again soon ...
Sunday, October 30, 2005
Friday, October 28, 2005
Bible Verses For Church Anniversaries
schuftsau_olaf @ 2005-10-29T08:18:00
Last night, shortly after 0.00 clock, I was already asleep, suddenly the phone rang: the gracious MISTRESS me informed by SMS that you just a nice movie night with your friend and I have Depp should kindly drop off a bowl of ice cream from Haagen-Dazs. I had an hour time and you called me two varieties to choose from. I can not tell you how I was suddenly in love. I had all day, all week really hard to work hard at my job and was happy to fall into bed early. But my beautiful, young, arrogant MISTRESS be made fun of me for old fools errands for your entertainment at night through the city rush. I prayed to you. At first I was, however, as far as my job, completely helpless. Yes, twenty years ago, I would have known exactly what, when, where, in Berlin's nightlife going on and had opened that restaurant as long (spontaneously, I missed the Mau Mau as the Motzstr. that was then and had the morning at 8.00 clock hot meals, and in those times, always first stop for errands been dominant for my owners was). But after a brief phone conversation with Faris (your first mention here, old Swede), a friend who (! Still) drives constantly in the nightlife around, the problem was solved by planning her: it was the ice at Call-A pizza, which to me have very close to a store and are open to 1:00 clock (which I would have done if the command would come to 1.00 clock?) and visit, which is at Our lent me his car - I was was already asleep, but the Brazilian boys in the living room had just started with the most imaginative temporaries (eg rice in an empty coffee can) make Samba rhythms. The girls were dancing to it. But I was so happy and in love, that my lady rushed me laughing through the night. Over the intercom I signed up with her and heard a wonderful "Ahh," the tone in which it is said: "Ahh, honey, the servant brings the beautiful, ordered things," said the ice in front of her door and went back home. It is wonderful to be your slave. Always ready to execute commands, to me, this gorgeous GODDESS issue on a whim. And if you feel with your friend during an amusing fucking and video evenings, the need for any treat, made you so your old ass, the upper Depp that you cashed mean and spiteful laugh toil for themselves, allows not only to whistle to run immediately to jump, but this heart pounding and full of adoration and love and great appreciation is doing ...
Last night, shortly after 0.00 clock, I was already asleep, suddenly the phone rang: the gracious MISTRESS me informed by SMS that you just a nice movie night with your friend and I have Depp should kindly drop off a bowl of ice cream from Haagen-Dazs. I had an hour time and you called me two varieties to choose from. I can not tell you how I was suddenly in love. I had all day, all week really hard to work hard at my job and was happy to fall into bed early. But my beautiful, young, arrogant MISTRESS be made fun of me for old fools errands for your entertainment at night through the city rush. I prayed to you. At first I was, however, as far as my job, completely helpless. Yes, twenty years ago, I would have known exactly what, when, where, in Berlin's nightlife going on and had opened that restaurant as long (spontaneously, I missed the Mau Mau as the Motzstr. that was then and had the morning at 8.00 clock hot meals, and in those times, always first stop for errands been dominant for my owners was). But after a brief phone conversation with Faris (your first mention here, old Swede), a friend who (! Still) drives constantly in the nightlife around, the problem was solved by planning her: it was the ice at Call-A pizza, which to me have very close to a store and are open to 1:00 clock (which I would have done if the command would come to 1.00 clock?) and visit, which is at Our lent me his car - I was was already asleep, but the Brazilian boys in the living room had just started with the most imaginative temporaries (eg rice in an empty coffee can) make Samba rhythms. The girls were dancing to it. But I was so happy and in love, that my lady rushed me laughing through the night. Over the intercom I signed up with her and heard a wonderful "Ahh," the tone in which it is said: "Ahh, honey, the servant brings the beautiful, ordered things," said the ice in front of her door and went back home. It is wonderful to be your slave. Always ready to execute commands, to me, this gorgeous GODDESS issue on a whim. And if you feel with your friend during an amusing fucking and video evenings, the need for any treat, made you so your old ass, the upper Depp that you cashed mean and spiteful laugh toil for themselves, allows not only to whistle to run immediately to jump, but this heart pounding and full of adoration and love and great appreciation is doing ...
Sunday, October 23, 2005
Easiest Way To Get Rid Of Broken Capillaries
schuftsau_olaf @ 2005-10-23T13:41:00
And last week I could already make YOU a first birthday present: she was so gracious and took me shopping at OTTO boots. She had held prior to a kind of race: the fastest slave was allowed to YOUR boots Now go and I had reacted the fastest to YOUR SMS. I am of course always very particular, if you would allow top loser to be able to buy clothes for your beautiful divine feet. Infinitely grateful and happy I had saudoofes cattle so the honor You are a gift of 350, - to be able to make €. She sent me an email yesterday in which she told me gleefully of YOUR fun and fun this weekend. And I rarely stupid Depp look forward to again be allowed to go for you in the call center to create a good approach to IT Schuftsau more coal may ...
And last week I could already make YOU a first birthday present: she was so gracious and took me shopping at OTTO boots. She had held prior to a kind of race: the fastest slave was allowed to YOUR boots Now go and I had reacted the fastest to YOUR SMS. I am of course always very particular, if you would allow top loser to be able to buy clothes for your beautiful divine feet. Infinitely grateful and happy I had saudoofes cattle so the honor You are a gift of 350, - to be able to make €. She sent me an email yesterday in which she told me gleefully of YOUR fun and fun this weekend. And I rarely stupid Depp look forward to again be allowed to go for you in the call center to create a good approach to IT Schuftsau more coal may ...
Saturday, October 22, 2005
Best Mid-range Stereo Receivers
schuftsau_olaf @ 2005-10-23T00:20:00
moment, I have to plow so much that I would need much more time to all write down my experiences, feelings and fantasies timely manner. A common experience I had, for example, on Tuesday:
I was rushed in my lunch break to a bookstore to pay for YOU ordered two books for study and collect. However, as I had yet to participate in the evening at a small company party, it was late until I got home on Messi and begged humbly, drop off the books next day YOUR right after work to be allowed. The Divine Lady, however, was in high spirits and it amused YOU to humble myself a bit and to be served separately. YOU introduced me to the choice of IT books during the night or before work on Wednesday morning by bringing. I preferred the night, but had the problem that at YOUR front door is closed after midnight and I certainly no longer neighbors, even with an ever so great history and you would be able to move, I open the door to friendly. So I asked to humbly, if I could because ring with her. Spitefully let me know that I should ring when YOU (YOU wanted anyway stay awake longer) that you would let me into the house but only if I Oinker over the intercom properly convincing as a sow. I humbly thanked her and ran. Since I am coming Day early to work, I had wanted to also soon be home to at least get a few more hours of sleep. During the night journey with S-and U-Bahn were therefore focused all my thoughts, all my energy on oink, as soon as a pig can be. No way I wanted to be sent back to the morning then again may not make the trip to her. I felt that with me ever so witty spoken: would send back home, "Oink, oink!". So I asked myself before the big pig that I had seen in Brazil in a village near Natal. As it had moved, as it had grunted, which There had been loud on its own? With all the distortions of the "oink" sound, I was not a bit closer to reality. I put myself in the pig. It had grunted in particular. This sound was the easiest to imitate, when they moved like the parody of a snoring loudly through the air sharply and throat and nose. I noticed how people looked in the S-Bahn in my direction, but I pretended like I was actually falling asleep and snoring, because I had much practice the grunts and had little time. Then I pretended as if I suddenly woke up from sleep, exercising the loud Schweinsgrunzen so clear that looking for a brief moment and all the passengers in my vicinity staring. I had my first success: the grunt worked very well. I also felt that after I had put myself into in the pig, now the squealing (so the grunt out) was better. Meanwhile, I enjoyed free rein in my compartment. The other passengers had become accustomed, that I was obviously curious sounds of me and no one cared more about me. Initially still squeaking loudly and grunting softly, then both quite loud critical of me, I succeeded in increasing the identity of the pig from Natal to take. Gradually, I went right on in my role. I felt that I could pass the test and put all my energy into it to achieve this goal. If I grunt and squeal could be in a certain port, in a certain rhythm, pitch in a certain overlap, there was a strange Oink-sound that could already be deceptively similar to a pig. And it is precisely this mix, this conglomeration of sounds I had over and over again produce in order to perfect the oink. Since I was the other passengers probably enough left on my nerves and I felt that the atmosphere shortly before was that I would address the first one to complain, and I wanted to be taken out in any case from my pig identity, what happened would have to talk, and if I had to defend myself, I waited grunting softly off the end of the train rides, to be able to then turn up at night on the road again right and exercise. In the hasty transfer of S-to U-Bahn to Alexanderplatz, the squeak went as planned, the Oink-sound made me worry, however, he did not succeed perfectly. But exactly that was the key sound, on which depended the entrance to the house. At last I was at the finish ran from the subway onto the street, looked around and was glad that I was apparently alone. I put myself totally in the pig and concentrated on the lute. I grunted and qiekte ... and finally worked as the shade which the oink. I oinkte and oinkte and squealed like a pig, and only now noticed the man on the street, which was probably with my mouth open, first stopped and now that I oinkend and squeaking in his direction and looked there to support the articulation, and gesticulating wildly with his arms and waving in front of me took flight and ran away. I let this bother me, of course not, and focused more on my part, since the decision was imminent. I pressed the bell. YOUR amused voice said, "Well, then let 'hear it!" Full grunted in my role, I oinkte and squealing going on that YOU laughed, immediately pulled the door and I certified that I had convincing. In the hallway arrived at the mailbox provided to my horror I found that the books did not fit into it. What to do? I wrote her a text message that the books do not fit into the mailbox and asked if I could make it to your door. As I later told YOU, YOU on the phone right now with her boyfriend and laughed with him, including me of stupid Schuftsau from. I just had to have been a oinkende sow, I was now at night like a stupid cow in a stairwell, waiting for commands. I hoped that at least things would remain calm and not a neighbor wanted to go out more. I thought desperately, but for such a case, I wanted to come up with any explanation of my stupid standing there. After a long Wait finally redemption: In a text message informed me with gracious, allowing me to put the books in front of your apartment door. I had made it and drove fat cattle happy, my dear, divine mistress of all loving and adoring again with U-and S-Bahn home.
moment, I have to plow so much that I would need much more time to all write down my experiences, feelings and fantasies timely manner. A common experience I had, for example, on Tuesday:
I was rushed in my lunch break to a bookstore to pay for YOU ordered two books for study and collect. However, as I had yet to participate in the evening at a small company party, it was late until I got home on Messi and begged humbly, drop off the books next day YOUR right after work to be allowed. The Divine Lady, however, was in high spirits and it amused YOU to humble myself a bit and to be served separately. YOU introduced me to the choice of IT books during the night or before work on Wednesday morning by bringing. I preferred the night, but had the problem that at YOUR front door is closed after midnight and I certainly no longer neighbors, even with an ever so great history and you would be able to move, I open the door to friendly. So I asked to humbly, if I could because ring with her. Spitefully let me know that I should ring when YOU (YOU wanted anyway stay awake longer) that you would let me into the house but only if I Oinker over the intercom properly convincing as a sow. I humbly thanked her and ran. Since I am coming Day early to work, I had wanted to also soon be home to at least get a few more hours of sleep. During the night journey with S-and U-Bahn were therefore focused all my thoughts, all my energy on oink, as soon as a pig can be. No way I wanted to be sent back to the morning then again may not make the trip to her. I felt that with me ever so witty spoken: would send back home, "Oink, oink!". So I asked myself before the big pig that I had seen in Brazil in a village near Natal. As it had moved, as it had grunted, which There had been loud on its own? With all the distortions of the "oink" sound, I was not a bit closer to reality. I put myself in the pig. It had grunted in particular. This sound was the easiest to imitate, when they moved like the parody of a snoring loudly through the air sharply and throat and nose. I noticed how people looked in the S-Bahn in my direction, but I pretended like I was actually falling asleep and snoring, because I had much practice the grunts and had little time. Then I pretended as if I suddenly woke up from sleep, exercising the loud Schweinsgrunzen so clear that looking for a brief moment and all the passengers in my vicinity staring. I had my first success: the grunt worked very well. I also felt that after I had put myself into in the pig, now the squealing (so the grunt out) was better. Meanwhile, I enjoyed free rein in my compartment. The other passengers had become accustomed, that I was obviously curious sounds of me and no one cared more about me. Initially still squeaking loudly and grunting softly, then both quite loud critical of me, I succeeded in increasing the identity of the pig from Natal to take. Gradually, I went right on in my role. I felt that I could pass the test and put all my energy into it to achieve this goal. If I grunt and squeal could be in a certain port, in a certain rhythm, pitch in a certain overlap, there was a strange Oink-sound that could already be deceptively similar to a pig. And it is precisely this mix, this conglomeration of sounds I had over and over again produce in order to perfect the oink. Since I was the other passengers probably enough left on my nerves and I felt that the atmosphere shortly before was that I would address the first one to complain, and I wanted to be taken out in any case from my pig identity, what happened would have to talk, and if I had to defend myself, I waited grunting softly off the end of the train rides, to be able to then turn up at night on the road again right and exercise. In the hasty transfer of S-to U-Bahn to Alexanderplatz, the squeak went as planned, the Oink-sound made me worry, however, he did not succeed perfectly. But exactly that was the key sound, on which depended the entrance to the house. At last I was at the finish ran from the subway onto the street, looked around and was glad that I was apparently alone. I put myself totally in the pig and concentrated on the lute. I grunted and qiekte ... and finally worked as the shade which the oink. I oinkte and oinkte and squealed like a pig, and only now noticed the man on the street, which was probably with my mouth open, first stopped and now that I oinkend and squeaking in his direction and looked there to support the articulation, and gesticulating wildly with his arms and waving in front of me took flight and ran away. I let this bother me, of course not, and focused more on my part, since the decision was imminent. I pressed the bell. YOUR amused voice said, "Well, then let 'hear it!" Full grunted in my role, I oinkte and squealing going on that YOU laughed, immediately pulled the door and I certified that I had convincing. In the hallway arrived at the mailbox provided to my horror I found that the books did not fit into it. What to do? I wrote her a text message that the books do not fit into the mailbox and asked if I could make it to your door. As I later told YOU, YOU on the phone right now with her boyfriend and laughed with him, including me of stupid Schuftsau from. I just had to have been a oinkende sow, I was now at night like a stupid cow in a stairwell, waiting for commands. I hoped that at least things would remain calm and not a neighbor wanted to go out more. I thought desperately, but for such a case, I wanted to come up with any explanation of my stupid standing there. After a long Wait finally redemption: In a text message informed me with gracious, allowing me to put the books in front of your apartment door. I had made it and drove fat cattle happy, my dear, divine mistress of all loving and adoring again with U-and S-Bahn home.
Sunday, October 16, 2005
Short Cute Butterly Qoutes
schuftsau_olaf @ 2005-10-16T11:58:00
Yesterday it was done: I was allowed to wash your car and see the beautiful Goddess again live. As agreed, I rang at 12.00 clock time with her and had a tightly packed schedule in the neck, I got to work hard for YOU at 16.00 clock in my side job. But DO let me know first by the intercom that I had to wait kindly, since they have not done it. After I YOUR beautiful voice had been allowed to hear, I felt even more boundless love, adoration and devotion than I did before, of course already seen anyway. And of course she had every right as a goddess, I complete idiots, so you never wanted to leave on - when they could have been amused, of course, for hours, then laughing at me idiots to send them home. I imagined that she and her boyfriend in bed together sweet slumber, and had said at my ring: What, 12.00 clock? Oh, the cattle can wait ... Then a call from her, I should go get bread, which of course I did immediately grateful. Come back left me again good to wait outside the front door. Finally I heard the clack, clack of her boots. A beautiful GODDESS stood before me. Just like the last live meeting I can say is that all your beautiful photos are nothing compared to her beauty, her aura, your aura, if you can meet her live. I was really had nothing further than the humble in person and you can do with me. I felt a boundless love, admiration and gratitude that I can be your slave. It's really the way I would imagine an encounter with God: You love him, but at the same boundless respect (perhaps coupled with some fear) of the absolute power, of which one is - Power over life and death. A snap of the fingers of her and I would run ANY command. And so I went inside in Hab-eight-position (most of all I would like in the army and outside stood at attention before her, but I know of course MISTRESS to move in public and tell me to behave normally) to yes no Wink , not to miss out loud if they had a command for me. She was completely relaxed and happy and me a few steps led to her car she told me to wash and clean thoroughly. I handed her the money and humiliating other errands, including the newly bought bread, and thanked her for everything. She laughed and handed me then with sardonic smile as "consideration" the statement from the online shop which I was allowed to pay for YOU. And then I could again have a last look at it: A beautiful young woman who stood about a head shorter than I imagined, and had unlimited power over me. I stammered: "They're beautiful," she laughed merrily and went. And I went with a beating heart to a gas station with car wash and I struggled at first, full of love and devotion, he wanted to play a perfectly-trimmed car. I did gymnastics, struggled drawn, brushed and wiped the sweat ran from my forehead, then of course the most expensive and best wash program, then again targeted Wipe the rims and last of all that has not seemed perfect. All I felt was a huge adoration and admiration for my goddess and a boundless gratitude, that she had let down not only help me to cash and my errands, which had me in advance can make, laughing answer, but I was stupid sheep yet it also clean your car and pay another bill. YOU of course, had at least claim that I am a complete idiot delivers perfect job. The time I sat in the neck, because at 16.00 clock I had to dance for you in the call center and to work hard. Since the work on Car but it should be really thorough, I called a sweat in the call center and said that I would be late by half an hour, which was fine because I appreciate my supervisor to work there as a good animal. Of course, I now had a guilty conscience over my divine MISTRESS, as this meant a half-hour loss of income for YOU. I will look stupid sow so if I can now work hard for half an hour longer for the sovereignty and a little otherwise I abhungern, after all, it is only my fault if I'm not stupid ox-creating the schedule, it's worth, that I for HER crooked and put me on they will open the ass for it that you used me and cashed ... When I was finished, I was hoping to curry favor by something I still can, as I filled the tank full and then brought the car back. The lady had already called me in the meantime a good mood from the Grunewald and I knew then that I had to throw the car keys in your mailbox. Then I ran in the Hogfather to the call center, eternally grateful for the gracious HIGHNESS toiling allowed to ... In the evening I had at home over the money in gratitude for your account, at night, I received an email from IT: SHE was happy with my work ... I was in heaven, and infinitely happy. The mail ended with: "Then I make myself away sometimes ..." - Of course happily into the night life. I was her so very grateful that you had me back a day to leave work hard, and do so now my slaves coal would squander laughing in the night life. I hoped and prayed that they would have much fun while I went to bed to gather strength for today, if I may go back toil in the call center for YOU. In bed I was dreaming of the past day, a beautiful day. He is God, and I could be your slave. And I thank her again today, that I may also experience this day, be held as YOUR villain cattle. Unfortunately, I do
Yesterday it was done: I was allowed to wash your car and see the beautiful Goddess again live. As agreed, I rang at 12.00 clock time with her and had a tightly packed schedule in the neck, I got to work hard for YOU at 16.00 clock in my side job. But DO let me know first by the intercom that I had to wait kindly, since they have not done it. After I YOUR beautiful voice had been allowed to hear, I felt even more boundless love, adoration and devotion than I did before, of course already seen anyway. And of course she had every right as a goddess, I complete idiots, so you never wanted to leave on - when they could have been amused, of course, for hours, then laughing at me idiots to send them home. I imagined that she and her boyfriend in bed together sweet slumber, and had said at my ring: What, 12.00 clock? Oh, the cattle can wait ... Then a call from her, I should go get bread, which of course I did immediately grateful. Come back left me again good to wait outside the front door. Finally I heard the clack, clack of her boots. A beautiful GODDESS stood before me. Just like the last live meeting I can say is that all your beautiful photos are nothing compared to her beauty, her aura, your aura, if you can meet her live. I was really had nothing further than the humble in person and you can do with me. I felt a boundless love, admiration and gratitude that I can be your slave. It's really the way I would imagine an encounter with God: You love him, but at the same boundless respect (perhaps coupled with some fear) of the absolute power, of which one is - Power over life and death. A snap of the fingers of her and I would run ANY command. And so I went inside in Hab-eight-position (most of all I would like in the army and outside stood at attention before her, but I know of course MISTRESS to move in public and tell me to behave normally) to yes no Wink , not to miss out loud if they had a command for me. She was completely relaxed and happy and me a few steps led to her car she told me to wash and clean thoroughly. I handed her the money and humiliating other errands, including the newly bought bread, and thanked her for everything. She laughed and handed me then with sardonic smile as "consideration" the statement from the online shop which I was allowed to pay for YOU. And then I could again have a last look at it: A beautiful young woman who stood about a head shorter than I imagined, and had unlimited power over me. I stammered: "They're beautiful," she laughed merrily and went. And I went with a beating heart to a gas station with car wash and I struggled at first, full of love and devotion, he wanted to play a perfectly-trimmed car. I did gymnastics, struggled drawn, brushed and wiped the sweat ran from my forehead, then of course the most expensive and best wash program, then again targeted Wipe the rims and last of all that has not seemed perfect. All I felt was a huge adoration and admiration for my goddess and a boundless gratitude, that she had let down not only help me to cash and my errands, which had me in advance can make, laughing answer, but I was stupid sheep yet it also clean your car and pay another bill. YOU of course, had at least claim that I am a complete idiot delivers perfect job. The time I sat in the neck, because at 16.00 clock I had to dance for you in the call center and to work hard. Since the work on Car but it should be really thorough, I called a sweat in the call center and said that I would be late by half an hour, which was fine because I appreciate my supervisor to work there as a good animal. Of course, I now had a guilty conscience over my divine MISTRESS, as this meant a half-hour loss of income for YOU. I will look stupid sow so if I can now work hard for half an hour longer for the sovereignty and a little otherwise I abhungern, after all, it is only my fault if I'm not stupid ox-creating the schedule, it's worth, that I for HER crooked and put me on they will open the ass for it that you used me and cashed ... When I was finished, I was hoping to curry favor by something I still can, as I filled the tank full and then brought the car back. The lady had already called me in the meantime a good mood from the Grunewald and I knew then that I had to throw the car keys in your mailbox. Then I ran in the Hogfather to the call center, eternally grateful for the gracious HIGHNESS toiling allowed to ... In the evening I had at home over the money in gratitude for your account, at night, I received an email from IT: SHE was happy with my work ... I was in heaven, and infinitely happy. The mail ended with: "Then I make myself away sometimes ..." - Of course happily into the night life. I was her so very grateful that you had me back a day to leave work hard, and do so now my slaves coal would squander laughing in the night life. I hoped and prayed that they would have much fun while I went to bed to gather strength for today, if I may go back toil in the call center for YOU. In bed I was dreaming of the past day, a beautiful day. He is God, and I could be your slave. And I thank her again today, that I may also experience this day, be held as YOUR villain cattle. Unfortunately, I do
Thursday, October 13, 2005
How To Fine Tune A Tomos
schuftsau_olaf @ 2005-10-13T23:46:00
had in recent weeks as much in my day job that I never got, to write an entry. I'm looking forward to any feed-back, and I am very moved by how much sympathy my fate at the foot of the beautiful and powerful MISTRESS, GODDESS KALYAH, refers to readers, fellow slaves and admirers of the divine sovereignty. If anything I wrote, I was but the sovereignty in the past few weeks with all my strength, love and dedication - are infinitely grateful that you are condescending to keep me as one of several Schuftsäuen in your barn. Today I again had the good fortune to spend some time with HER in Messi and may your orders were so clear that I certainly within a very few days from a new real meetings must report to her. To this end she ordered me laughing for YOU again to run through the city to her a heavy buy fretful and magazine and other books you need for your studies, so that I you regard this month then, together with the promissory note rate of 500, - € must be live for the grace to be allowed to wash your car. Sardonically added that you will also have something for me, and when I asked timidly and humbly, if I might ask me what it was about, told me with a laugh: Yes, you - an extra bill from a Online-Shop.
has seen each of their fantastic new photos? The anonymous commentary on the last post has completely right: She's beautiful and incredibly powerful. If it is not worth that constantly Dutzernde, crooked place even hundreds of slaves that you continue your hair can be treated with a star stylist, her hands and feet with precious manicures and pedicures and laughing YOU vast amounts of beauty and a pleasant, luxurious life waste it? Is not it interesting that we lower animals under extreme hardships (and if she likes it! In poverty) to languish for the indescribable happiness, that it was using us and ablacht about us?
In a few days so I wash your car, and my imagination will be used by the permanent happiness, YOUR to be able to inspire lasting and permanent. Enough material for many items - this diary will continue for a long time ...
had in recent weeks as much in my day job that I never got, to write an entry. I'm looking forward to any feed-back, and I am very moved by how much sympathy my fate at the foot of the beautiful and powerful MISTRESS, GODDESS KALYAH, refers to readers, fellow slaves and admirers of the divine sovereignty. If anything I wrote, I was but the sovereignty in the past few weeks with all my strength, love and dedication - are infinitely grateful that you are condescending to keep me as one of several Schuftsäuen in your barn. Today I again had the good fortune to spend some time with HER in Messi and may your orders were so clear that I certainly within a very few days from a new real meetings must report to her. To this end she ordered me laughing for YOU again to run through the city to her a heavy buy fretful and magazine and other books you need for your studies, so that I you regard this month then, together with the promissory note rate of 500, - € must be live for the grace to be allowed to wash your car. Sardonically added that you will also have something for me, and when I asked timidly and humbly, if I might ask me what it was about, told me with a laugh: Yes, you - an extra bill from a Online-Shop.
has seen each of their fantastic new photos? The anonymous commentary on the last post has completely right: She's beautiful and incredibly powerful. If it is not worth that constantly Dutzernde, crooked place even hundreds of slaves that you continue your hair can be treated with a star stylist, her hands and feet with precious manicures and pedicures and laughing YOU vast amounts of beauty and a pleasant, luxurious life waste it? Is not it interesting that we lower animals under extreme hardships (and if she likes it! In poverty) to languish for the indescribable happiness, that it was using us and ablacht about us?
In a few days so I wash your car, and my imagination will be used by the permanent happiness, YOUR to be able to inspire lasting and permanent. Enough material for many items - this diary will continue for a long time ...
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