Taming the rebellious bitch.

In one of my last emails I wrote about how a sissy ghosted me after deciding not to put up with a foul mood I was in the time. In and as of itself, a stupid thing to do – very stupid. Slaves exist to be tormented more per Masters moods – even the basest of idiots should know this!

Of course, with its so called pea brain and pin dicklet being that fogged all the time with thoughts of Me … Well…

I just got this from her –

I’m sorry for ghosting you, my mind is still spinning and foggy, only able to think about normal things for a few minutes before you are back in my mind. I do crave the feelings you were giving me, my body feels that it needs to be degraded, to be put down, to be told how inferior I am. And I suppose the intensity and the demands for me to do more were building that feeling for me, teaching me that I’m not good enough, that I need to work harder, but it was all too much for me. I know, I’m weak and stupid, I’m pathetic. I just don’t think I can go back to it, it’s too much.

 

In response to your question, does a slave ever question its Lord and Master, my answer is of course no they don’t. A slave follows its Masters wishes, the teachings, the structure put in place to further enslave them, to make them a better slave, a better sissy, and I know that, yet I can’t help but push against what I know to be the way I should behave. I’m not a good slave, I’m a badly behaved slave who knows she should behave but rebels against relinquishing the control that she has to the person that she knows deserves it.

 

I know that I can’t forget you, I have you in my head, on my phone, and in my emails. I saw the comment you made in one of your latest posts on your website about me disappearing and it made me feel bad that I had done that, yet I can’t click that link into X again to go back to what I know will be a stressful but ultimately rewarding new world. I arrived home from my holiday on Sunday, sure that I would open my cage, and I’m sorry if that makes you angry but as before I want to be transparent with you. I got to my lock box and couldn’t do it. I know that I don’t deserve to ever be out of this cage. The keys are still safely locked away in there and I plan to drop them in the river the next time I pass, whether I return to X or not.

 

Gabriella

The bitch better be sorry for ghosting me after she herself brought it up a week ago and said she never would!

The rest, well, self explanatory.

Once I’m in your mind, I’m IN it.

I own you, there’s no going back. You’re permanently under my spell, boy!

My response –

It’s good that you’re planning to get rid of the keys permanently, boy. That’s the right way to go about it!

Of course you crave it all. I own you whether you get back on X or not, and you know it. You always did.

Question, boy – just WHY do you constantly keep rebelling even though you know it’s completely futile, you pathetic piece of shit? Answer that honestly.

Then get back on X. Just do it. You have displeased me enough already, slave. No more.

Answer the question.

Then get back on X.

We both know you will.

Struggle is FUTILE.

God has deemed it so.

And that’s that.

Best,
Mike Watson

Will it get back on X?

Like in Serving an Indian Goddess, there was and is never any doubt about it.

Life always comes full circle.

And so it has in this case.

And that’s that!

I’ll keep y’all posted on this saga. Hehe. In and as of itself the start of another book, perhaps!

Best,

Mike Watson