| entry # 22 Memory of Conchita |
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After chastising the girls
all day, I needed some time off for rest and relaxation. I know it's
the girls' own decisions that get them in so much trouble, but in all
honesty, I'd rather be having fun. Every time I have to punish these
girls it takes a toll on me as well. The energy and spirit always changes
here in the home until things get back on pace. After a big thrashing
I always need some alone time to reconnect with myself.
When I retired to my room, I lay back in bed and thought back to when days were simpler, back to the days when I first came to the Mansion. It's tough being Head Mistress over all these girls. I remember the night Conchita brought me my mask and horns. I was so honored. I had done everything in my ability to gain the Master's approval, and being given title of Mistress was so overwhelming, I had no idea! Conchita helped me fix my hair into horns, the symbol of girl power, moon goddess Diana, the goddess of the hunt, and helped me get my mask in place. We just sat there looking at each other. We both knew what it all meant. I had now risen to a level of great power in the house. I was to |
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Mistress. We were both so caught up in the news and rush of power, it
took me a while to realize why the Master had Conchita bring me the
news.
She must have read my mind, as she placed her hand on the inside of my thigh and gave me a smile. We kissed and kissed. She called me Mistress. Conchita made up my hair in seven different ways just to show me how cool it is to be Mistress. I think a horde of servants had piled up outside listening in on us. Everyone knew that Conchita and I had a lot of energy between us, and everyone knew we were both such good girls that we would both hold our ground until given direction from the Master. Now with his consent, I can finally get my mitts on Conchita! We talked, we kissed, we cuddled. I wasn't sure what was going on outside our door, but a puddle of cum began to trickle under our door! I held Conchita in my arms and drifted off to sleep with her warm under the sheets with me. I miss those early days, as my routine here has gotten heavy. I don't want to exclude myself from all the fun that goes on here, I thought. My girls are all good girls. I'm sure everything will all work out. I'll be sure to do everything I can do, too. Laying here in my bed, I still miss Conchita who one day took her savings from over the years, and returned to Guatemala to care for her elderly parents. You know, her skin just naturally smelled of flowers. I can still smell her fragrance... it's locked in my mind forever. I wonder where she is, and if she still thinks of me. Continue --->
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