I wanted to write about last night but too much of it is lost to me.
I remember when Master and I were on the couch, with my head in his lap, and the orgasms that seemed to make my whole body shake. Later in bed, I remember Master slapping my face after he spanked my ass harder than he ever has before, because I did or didn't do something he wanted or didn't want. OH! I just remembered! Master's fingers and mine... together... and him making me admit that I liked it.
I think the new name has had the effect he intended. I asked and he denied (Thank goodness I didn't have to ask to cum). He made me do what he wanted. He wouldn't let me say no. He bit me where he wanted and how hard he wanted. I did my best.
It amazing how much he and I, Master and I, have changed. I really do see progress. I still want more, but maybe I want more because I see progress and progress feels good. Maybe I want more for Master because he deserves more.
Whatever, it doesn't really matter. I'm happy.