Foundation

This journal will serve as a record for both my Master and I. She is "the light of all lights" and I desire to please her in all that I do. I hope, in time, to become the best slave I can possibly be. To evolve into a servant worthy of her time, attention, pain and affection. I can think of no greater thing, than the bond between a Master and slave. May the fates look kindly upon us, may our destinies intertwine in the mystical spiral of infinity. My cup runnith over with joy, I can do little to describe the immensity of this feeling, as it would be no easier than a painters poor attempt to capture natures true majesty. My love burns for her as the sacred, undying blue flame. It is ever present, long after all else has long since faded away. The hour grows late for me, and I must try to rest before the night is over. In future posts I'll introduce us, and try as best I can to chart our progress along the way.