schuftsau_olaf @ 2006-02-01T20: 21 : 00
for exactly a Years of slave GODDESS KALYAH. I can only say that the past year was the best time of my life and I am grateful to my mistress of all that I DO still considered Schuftsau in YOUR house holds. Surely you would have had grounds numerous times, I failed to saudoofes cattle, but they left then undergo more favor in law, and gave me another chance. I'm certainly a lot of bad slave for this beautiful lady. Even if I could put it during the past year, a full, five-figure sum to her divine feet, and I work seven days a week and on their whistle run and jump, it's always too little for what I the gracious HIGHNESS bar. YOU deserved to live a life of luxury and to laugh together with your friend about slaves, ruining for you, and we also leave to your entertainment complete the bescheurtsten tasks so you can not just laughing squander our coal, but Your obedient cattle passports for additional uses. So I'm as still feeling guilty that I did in the summer (can be found in this diary) did not beg for the grace naked on the road to YOUR amusement back and forth to run and to beg people for money for clothes. Of course, they deserved this fun, but I was too weak cowardly pig. I thank her whining and creeping bent low before her that she kept me anyway. And I hope that I can muster in this summer's power, this scene in which she amused breakfast with a friend on the balcony and orders: go "Well, asshole dresses and pig galloping up the road and runtergewetzt, ha, ha, ha! " come true. And while I'm running puffing, I see love and worship, how to get your friend gleefully pointing a finger at me and ablacht common. Perhaps you will allow me even as a highlight of the day to be able to put your four-digit sum of begging and pleading with her beautiful feet, though I may perhaps with holy YOUR Seriously say that I love you all while laughing scornfully: "The stupid pig loves me, ha, ha, ha !"... It is the Lord and I can serve YOU and I am infinitely happy.
Last week had me wondering what I can give her out of the ordinary this month. These sums are to be provided always very hard and stressful because I have your pretty much everything that is possible given (ie note rate, OTTO rate, YOUR newspaper subscriptions, "smaller" ebay purchases - but where in the sum of several hundred euros can come together and this month came -. etc.). But I was really in pain and effort saved up an extra 100 € and begged her with a beating heart, I still please, please, to collect another 100, which she did graciously laughing. However, I should send her the next morning before work in the mail and enclose 250 lines, with the content. "I'm an ugly piece of shit and I thank my mistress Goddess Kalyah that she still considers me as her slave" The full set of course corresponds to the truth and I wrote it with inner conviction, but I had previously drawn a lumbago, the worse from line to line, cramped my hand, and when after four and half hours at 2.30 clock in the morning, the 8th Side before me and had the 100th Line wrote, I was exhausted and could not continue. Once again I had failed stupid pig. So it happened that I YOUR shivering the next morning the letter with 100 lines and the 100 € and sent her sent a begging email in which I begged for mercy, because I had not fulfilled your task. - At work, when I think "normal" and must decide as a supervisor, came naturally to me such thoughts as: What exactly is going on? You give as a girl who is younger by half than you, your last money, write 100 times, you're an ugly piece of shit and you're grateful that you still hold as slaves and now they beg for mercy even indicates that you do not 've Done 250 times. More than that, you're afraid that they might be angry and pulls dire consequences. That can not be well was .... But it's true and I am grateful that YOU send me even a text message sent in the me cheerfully announced that everything has arrived and the money already laughing with her friend and a friendly couple in a single evening in a few hours has squandered and adds sardonically that I had soo long for it to work hard and come the tears ... And I adore her and am grateful to her about everything that it reacts vernügt and again let justice with mercy. Nevertheless, I write better the 250 lines ready, because it certainly amused YOU, idiot if I continue to write. I'm not sure if the thing is already endured, as I have currently problems with Alice (and went for this entry in an internet cafe) and chat, we can not and can accommodate Therefore, only by phone or SMS contact me (which will probably not make for a writing task). So I'm sitting with my 46 years here and I hope that my 25 year old can MISTRESS justice with mercy, if I 250 lines, which let me write on a whim, too late in the completeness of all subsequent filing .... Above all, I
sit here today and thank my fate that I have one year the slave of this picturesque could be beauty ...
