I gladly met my Master on November 1st, when I sent him a message just to claim how worthless of a slut I was, but how untrained I was because of the lack of wonderful Masters such as him. He was more kind than what I ever deserved and generously accepted to train a stupid cunt like me. He used me exactly the way he wanted to, and he made me like exactly what he liked, in order to be able to be a good service slave to his fetishes and pleasures. And later on, when I got lucky enough to see a photo of him, I got to love and adore him even more, if that was already possible, seeing how attractive he was to me. Not only that, but his whole presence in my life made me want to be the perfect slut for such a wonderful Master, a good slave for his use, even knowing that I was never going to be good enough to his perfection. However, knowing that he could have any other slave he wanted to for his pleasure, I really put all my effort on being a well adoring bitch, and let him convert me in what he wanted me to be. I gave him my whole self, so he could be free to do with me anything that pleased him, as that was my only purpose in life. I loved every part of him, I would have died to adore every little detail of his body or anything that came from it, and I would beg for his farts and be grateful for the good treatment he was giving me. I was always grateful for him and for what he was making out of me, for making a worthless thing like me a good little slave for his use, even if I never got good enough at it. So, for that and all we had, thank you Master.