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Journal Example Number Two
Characters: Jack Smack
Setting: A Master/Slave Island
Brief Description: Jack reflects on his new status in life.
When I came to this place, I knew there would be consequences for seeking shelter from the outside world. I knew what I was to become. I knew what to expect. However, I failed to expect that I would enjoy anything, let alone enjoy what I have become.
My master likes to keep me naked in his room. When he first told me I was going to remain naked unless I was going to a common area I nearly died. I had never been naked around strangers and that is what he was at that moment, a stranger. I have gotten use to it now. I use to blush when I entered the room and immediately dropped my shorts, now I do it without second thought and on top of that I enjoy it. I prefer being naked to wearing those boy shorts because I find them more demeaning than the actual nakedness.
Each time my master fucked me when I came here felt like a punishment, something I deserved for what I had done to my family. I begged for his punishments for the things I did. Now I beg for him to fuck me. I wish for more punishment sometimes. It would make me feel better about begging to be fucked.
All of this makes me very confused. I use to be a man who had much pride in himself. Before coming here I had only slept with one person, now I have slept with my master and his other slave. A slave who has become my friend, who I take care of and watch for my master, on top of my other daily chores. These things I do not mind doing. I enjoy them because it makes master happy. I now live to please him, to make him happy, to give him pride. I only hope that I can do that to the best of my ability.
Recently my master has become ill. It scared me to say the least but I was more afraid because at first I had no idea what to do or what to expect. Dave and I nursed him back together. Master drank a little from me each day, as he didn’t want me to become too sick. I didn’t mind as it was for my master. It made me feel less useless. Though I too started to become ill myself, it was too much for me. I tried to hide it from him at first but he could see.
He then ended up helping me until I got better but I feel useless because of it. I should’ve told him that I was becoming weaker because of the amount of blood I had lost. I did not. It is my own fault and he did not have to take care of me.
I wish I could do something special for him. To make him see how much I appreciate what he has done for me. I do not know what I should do for him. Maybe Dave and I can come up with something special for him tonight.
Characters: Jack Smack
Setting: A Master/Slave Island
Brief Description: Jack reflects on his new status in life.
When I came to this place, I knew there would be consequences for seeking shelter from the outside world. I knew what I was to become. I knew what to expect. However, I failed to expect that I would enjoy anything, let alone enjoy what I have become.
My master likes to keep me naked in his room. When he first told me I was going to remain naked unless I was going to a common area I nearly died. I had never been naked around strangers and that is what he was at that moment, a stranger. I have gotten use to it now. I use to blush when I entered the room and immediately dropped my shorts, now I do it without second thought and on top of that I enjoy it. I prefer being naked to wearing those boy shorts because I find them more demeaning than the actual nakedness.
Each time my master fucked me when I came here felt like a punishment, something I deserved for what I had done to my family. I begged for his punishments for the things I did. Now I beg for him to fuck me. I wish for more punishment sometimes. It would make me feel better about begging to be fucked.
All of this makes me very confused. I use to be a man who had much pride in himself. Before coming here I had only slept with one person, now I have slept with my master and his other slave. A slave who has become my friend, who I take care of and watch for my master, on top of my other daily chores. These things I do not mind doing. I enjoy them because it makes master happy. I now live to please him, to make him happy, to give him pride. I only hope that I can do that to the best of my ability.
Recently my master has become ill. It scared me to say the least but I was more afraid because at first I had no idea what to do or what to expect. Dave and I nursed him back together. Master drank a little from me each day, as he didn’t want me to become too sick. I didn’t mind as it was for my master. It made me feel less useless. Though I too started to become ill myself, it was too much for me. I tried to hide it from him at first but he could see.
He then ended up helping me until I got better but I feel useless because of it. I should’ve told him that I was becoming weaker because of the amount of blood I had lost. I did not. It is my own fault and he did not have to take care of me.
I wish I could do something special for him. To make him see how much I appreciate what he has done for me. I do not know what I should do for him. Maybe Dave and I can come up with something special for him tonight.