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Good evening everyone, I wanted to share my day with you. Living at her feet, Mistress has commanded me to document my days, life, and activities under her authority on this platform. We have a strict texting rule: if I miss sending a message to Mistress during specific times of the day, she gives me 7 lashes from her favorite whip! It sounds simple enough? Think again. The required texts are: a) before 8am daily, b) precisely at 17:17 every day, and c) exactly at 11pm… Even if we’re in the same room. Not one minute late or early. They must always begin with ‘My dearest Mistress’ and express my feelings toward her, along with acknowledging my pitiful existence and unworthiness. So today, while I was doing business in London, I found myself underground on the tube as 17:17 approached… Knowing full well that Mistress will accept no excuses for failure, I had to ensure my phone had reception so I could meet her demands. To summarize, I have missed a few lately, and currently my tally stands at 28 - which I owe upon returning home… Fearing another 7 strokes added to the total, I had to exit the tube and head above ground to make sure I hit her demanding deadline… Mistress knew I was underground. Although some stations have wifi, I couldn’t risk missing 17:17. Tick tock… She texted me just before 17:17 “I am looking forward to giving you 35 of the best,” another message read… “would you like to ask permission to ask me a question?” was yet another… anxiously, time crept closer and closer to 17:17… “I will be expecting my 17:17” she teased, and “you are taking a gamble here, aren’t you boy,” came another message… So, needing to comply to protect my perfectly shaped backside, I exited the tube, walked overground, and just made it by the skin of my teeth. Relief! I was so relieved that I succeeded. I would have been utterly dejected if I had gone through all that effort only to receive her failure text: FAIL… (which incidentally sends a cold shiver down my spine) I then had to head back underground to finish my journey - making me 15 minutes late for the meeting I was heading to. I felt completely under her control. Owned, and knowing she was laughing at my desperation not to add more to my tally. Next up: complying with my 11pm! Princess’ Property (literally) Always at her feet!