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hey guys!

I do apologize sincerely for not posting as much as some of you would like - I do have a good reason for it though…yesterday I was released from a weeks test inside what will eventually be my permanent home. I have an extremely tone and flexible body right now, but it won’t be like this forever! Even slaves age, and Master has made it clear that I will be replaced when he deems necessary - its something I’ve come to accept and live with, and almost look forward to.

Plans have changed slightly - I will be living permanently in a box just a few few feet in length and even shorter in height (essentially just enough for me to squeeze into and barely fit once the latch is sealed) - however every several months I will be let out so as to not completely ruin my body incase Master passes or something goes very wrong.

I’ve read some stories on the net about something that will eventually become my reality, and I must admit they do intrigue me, but at the same time make my reality seem almost a fantasy world. Being in my box for a week was certainly excruiciating…it is not all fantasy and fun. My mind was pushed to its very limits - there is only so much of the dark one can take before they start to question reality. There is only so much ache and pain in every joint, muscle, and bone that one can bare without questioning reality. Once a day I was fed through a tube, and multiple times a day, the circular latch directly in front of my face was unlocked and a cock shoved in my face. I refused one cock once, god only knows whos cock it was, because it wasn’t my Masters - I didn’t suck it - I was welcomed with 2 mouths blowing cigarette smoke in my tiny box until I was coughing and choking to the point that I put my lips to the hole in order to gasp some fresh air from outside, which was quickly met with the same cock. I have never felt so violated, or used in my life.

I know I was moved at some point out of the living room, and I’m fairly sure I spent several days outside. I could hear the rain falling on my little metal box - which was very soothing and helped me to escape into subspace. If only I could just touch my pussy, or my anus…anything to help arouse me enough to forget the pain. My arms are attached at the elbows and wrists to the top of the box, I am kneeling - I am fully 100% compressed as far as I can go…my neck is strapped with metal piano wire to the top of the box as well, and my mouth within a few inches of that evil hole.

Many times I found myself wishing I had not chosen this life - I became terrified of my future - I thought of running away from Master so many times - and I felt so guilty. How could I now - in training for the life that I have always longed for think about turning back? I suppose the greatest people in history had second thoughts as well! I don’t think that qualifies me as one of the greatest people in history though! I did also worry about Master ever getting in trouble for what he does to me - I thought a lot about everything in my solitude - and also had the oppurtunity not to think at all, and just relish the agony my entire body felt.

The only thing I was really grateful for was being sheathed completely head to toe, with only a hole for my mouth, and the tubes that opened up my anus and attached to my clitoris for my excrement. the box is not stainless steel by any stretch of the imagination - its rather rusted and would have opened up my knees inside the first day had they not been protected by the latex. One must count there fortunes!

1 week of what will eventually become month long marathons inside my box I will frankly admit was terrifying. I only hope my feeble mind is prepared for my next test inside my soon to be permanent home. Last night I was removed from the box, and immediatly assigned to cock duty. Master worked on his things, and chatted - while I hummed him songs with his cock buried in my throat. Having the vibrations in my throat from humming massage the V-tip on the underside of the tip of his cock keeps him on the verge of orgasm for hours on end! Sometimes he’ll be too lazy to go to the bathroom and gently leak out his urine directly down into my stomach - which is usually most welcome, and eventually he sits me down on his cock to finish in my bum. I’ll miss these daily delights, that I can certainly count on.

I will be writing more here, as Master has spoken to several of you in the past week and has come to understand your interest and desire to know more about out life.

Until next time Masters and Mistresses of the world :)

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