Dear Diary...
Tomorrow, I will go to class like every other girl.
I will wake up bright and early to arrive to class, starbucks in hand, without having done my reading assignment. And I will sit and watch 85 whole minutes tick by slowly. And I will pray for 9:40 to come. But unlike any other day, I will not be anxiously waiting to go back to my room for a nap. Tomorrow, I am under strict orders to go straight to the bookstore, pick out a journal, and be back in my room by 10.
My heart is pounding just thinking about it.
To everyone else, this is probably a very vanilla assignment. But I can't help but get excited whenever He tells me to do something, even when my Master doesn't mean to arouse me or imply anything sexual.
Although, this is.
I am to keep a journal of all the naughty things that run through my head, at least twice a week, for his inspection at any time. I am to keep it in a physical journal (which is terrifying because I am messy and careless.) I would be mortified if anyone I knew found out what a whore I am.
An online journal, like this one, which he also suggested because he knows how much I get off on reading other peoples kinky blogs, is so anonymous. And, while someone could find out who I am, there is less of an immediate risk of my roommate or mother picking it up.
I hate to think what salacious fantasies and scenarios I will actually put on paper.
I'm scared of what naughty things I will confess to thinking or reading or wanting to try.
I've already thought of a million things that I need to confess.
I wonder which will become my first entry.
I will wake up bright and early to arrive to class, starbucks in hand, without having done my reading assignment. And I will sit and watch 85 whole minutes tick by slowly. And I will pray for 9:40 to come. But unlike any other day, I will not be anxiously waiting to go back to my room for a nap. Tomorrow, I am under strict orders to go straight to the bookstore, pick out a journal, and be back in my room by 10.
My heart is pounding just thinking about it.
To everyone else, this is probably a very vanilla assignment. But I can't help but get excited whenever He tells me to do something, even when my Master doesn't mean to arouse me or imply anything sexual.
Although, this is.
I am to keep a journal of all the naughty things that run through my head, at least twice a week, for his inspection at any time. I am to keep it in a physical journal (which is terrifying because I am messy and careless.) I would be mortified if anyone I knew found out what a whore I am.
An online journal, like this one, which he also suggested because he knows how much I get off on reading other peoples kinky blogs, is so anonymous. And, while someone could find out who I am, there is less of an immediate risk of my roommate or mother picking it up.
I hate to think what salacious fantasies and scenarios I will actually put on paper.
I'm scared of what naughty things I will confess to thinking or reading or wanting to try.
I've already thought of a million things that I need to confess.
I wonder which will become my first entry.