Jun 27
His texts put me in the headspace. Every morning it’s, “How’s my little fag. Is its peepee still in its cage?” It’s ridiculous that something like that turns me on, but it does. I am a fag and my peepee is in a cage. He’ll then tell me what to wear and I’ll put it on after I shower because I guess that’s what I do, whatever it is he tells me too. I can’t really believe I’ve become this submissive thing, but I have. I send him a pic before I go to work. I look like a complete faggot because I guess that’s what I am. Actually it really is no guessing anymore. I am a complete faggot. It’s wonderful.
