I am not allowed to tell you what will happen to me tomorrow.
I do not know if I will be allowed to tell you about it afterwards.
I am afraid.
I am aroused and afraid and terrified and bombarding my Master with one frantic and loving e-mail after another and my cunt is naked and unprotected and looks like it has diaper rash.
I am aroused and afraid and my imagination is working over time and I am ever so grateful that still in my freezer are 2 very large bags of frozen peas.