mantra in chastity

Stapana mea,
i belong to You, i worship You.
As the weeks and months pass of the prolonged chastity in which You keep me, my manhood is suppressed and diminished ever more. It is like a slow but inevitable emasculation, and Your power over me grows stronger with every step. i see the key always around Your neck, i read the chastity contract which i signed on my knees before You, witnessed by Mistress Lilse, and i bow humbly to the inevitable.
You are truly a Goddess. It is Your right to own male slaves. It is Your right to snap Your fingers and to have slaves falling over themselves for the privilege of serving You. It is Your right to use Your property in any way You wish. It is Your right to demand the suffering of Your male slaves for Your pleasure.
i know that i must learn to please You through my suffering, that i must accept the kisses of Your whip as the divine gift of an opportunity to give You pleasure. i will do it, my Goddess, with Your training i will do it.
i am very afraid that Your ordered me to buy a Kali’s Teeth bracelet. i have read some reviews about it and i am very afraid of it.
And You told me that You have now the remote control shock device which will be fitted around my balls so that You can effortlessly summon me, control me, punish me, and keep me always totally obedient.
Step by step Your training methods bring me to the reality of Absolute Female Supremacy. You are amazing.

i have bought the fixings for the serving tray. i bought a couple of trays to fix them to, but they are not strong enough. So i will try to find one this week in Holland. Maybe as a trial I have to compromise. But in my mind i picture a strong steel tray, because it functions also as a spreader bar to keep Your slave’s hands apart and securely fixed. i imagine kneeling beside Your chair as You chat with Your Lady friends, my arms aching as they support the tray with Your drinks, trembling with the strain but not daring to spill Your drink. Just suffering humbly and silently , my suffering just taken for granted as Your right. i am just an object, used, exploited, humiliated. Looking down at Your boots i feel aroused in my submission to You, but i try desperately to suppress the feeling before Kali’s Teeth inflict excruciating pain on my former manhood. i must concentrate all my thoughts on serving You, ensuring that Your drink is at Your hand whenever You want it. i am Your slave, my Goddess. Totally, helplessly, endlessly. Entirely Yours.
Good night Stapana
Your property and slave always