My belly was firm and flat and my hips shaped down neatly with my buttocks going low and swerving firmly round right onto my lower spine. My arms and ...legs were slender and shapely too with slim ankles and wrists, with elegantly formed hands and feet and my skin being tangy-tangy, the accentuating facet was a sexy little birthmark high in my cleavage right on the tingling skin of my left breast, and one more just in front on my right bicep.I always wore a beaded necklace, a flimsy low cost nose. I must say, the first thing that came out of my mouth wasn’t the most tactful thing to say. “How’d you know my name?” She stopped in front of me, and giggled. “I’ve known your name for a while, after all, we do go to the same school, right?” I shrugged, said I guess so. She tossed her hair and continued. “Anyways, I’m having a party tonight at my place, my parents are out of town until Sunday. Do you think you could come?” My astonishment made my brain go numb. My mouth moved of it’s own. I took off my cloths and took a shower. when the water turned off the door opened up and Sara just grabbed me.She cried and said she was sorry. She told me she thought I was going to leave her. I laughed a bit and said IM not going to leave u b/c I love u. she stooped crying and kisses my long and passionately I returned the kiss and picked her up. I asked her where she went and she told me to go to the bed room and follow the instructions.I went to the bed room and saw it and a box with a few. I asked Master if I could have a blog. He told me that I was just an exhibitionist slut who wanted the whole world to see my ass. I told him that was true, but what I wanted for a blog was more like a diary for all the world to see. So, he said I could create a blog.Master wants me to post everything interesting that goes on in my life but with the following rules: One, he is the moderator for my blog and has to approve everything I post; two, I can’t post pictures... ever; three, I can’t say.