Diary sent to the owner

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1. The first time I sent my master my sex diary, my heart was pounding, my face was probably flushed, and I was also feeling a little aroused down there… Well, enough of that. Last night, as my master instructed, I wore a school uniform, with nothing underneath my super short pleated skirt but flesh-colored stockings. This was the first time I went out without underwear, and I was so nervous, yet also filled with anticipation and excitement… Wearing those 12-centimeter high heels, I felt like I was looking down on everyone, but it was really difficult to walk in. I practically walked on tiptoe to the largest park in our area. This park is built around a lake and has a circumference of five kilometers. I chose to enter through the relatively less crowded north gate. To be honest, I was initially excited when my master asked me to shine shoes, and I wanted to try it... However, after looking around the park for a long time, I only saw food stalls, not shoe shiners...

Master, there are really very few shoe shiners these days... With a mix of disappointment and relief, I began to complete the first task my master assigned me: to tear open the crotch of stockings in a crowded place... Actually, I have a pair of open-crotch stockings... but to practice, I specifically wore ordinary socks today. I went to a square in the center and sat on a stone bench. A group of old ladies were dancing in the square, making a lot of noise. Sitting on the stone bench, I didn't know how to start. First, I put my hand on my short skirt, trying to tear the stockings through it, but the stockings were too tight, and I couldn't lift them up, let alone tear them forcefully. I also didn't dare to put my hand inside my skirt in such a crowded place... Waaah... I sat there awkwardly for a long time, but still couldn't succeed. Perhaps because I was too nervous, I noticed people were giving me strange looks, which made me even more hesitant to put my hand inside my skirt… To make matters worse, I started to get wet down there, soaking my stockings and making them cling even tighter to my skin. This made me incredibly embarrassed, and I considered giving up. But then I remembered my master's demands. How could I, as a slave, disobey my master's orders?… Thinking this, I began to imagine my master whipping me from behind, forcing me to reach inside and tear the stockings. Driven by this imagery, my trembling fingers slowly lifted the hem of my skirt to a point where I could slip my hand inside—basically, up to my upper thigh. Then, I quickly used my index finger and thumb to pick up the already wet seam of the stockings, while my other hand helped. With a pull, oh my god, it didn't tear! Instead, it lifted the entire skirt up. Instinctively, I quickly covered the skirt back up. I lowered my head, afraid to look at anyone, afraid of being stared at... Waaah...

It's so painful... But if I don't complete the task, my master will punish me, so I started the second time. The second time I was more experienced. I first used one finger to go in, using my nail to rub the seam, making it look like I was masturbating. Actually, I didn't dare rub there, but rather a little bit on top. But the higher I went, the higher my skirt rode up. Even though I was cross-legged, no one could see what I was doing, but the pressure still made me breathe heavily. Finally, I tore a spot, and then I quickly repeated the steps from the first time, tearing the crotch of the stockings! A gust of cold air rushed in, but I was unbearably hot down there. I was incredibly excited. Instinctively, I sat back down in my original position, and after more than ten minutes, I slowly stood up and started walking back. More than an hour had passed. I decided to only complete Master's first task today. It was my first time, and I had managed to complete it with such difficulty, so Master must reward your slave... Later, on the bus, I was very careful, afraid that someone would discover that I wasn't wearing anything. But the empty feeling down there still made me very uncomfortable, and somehow I kept getting wet... Waaah... So embarrassing... I know that women are inherently very masculine, and our sexual needs are far stronger than men's, but we've always suppressed them. This kind of exposure allows us to fully release this suppression, so I hope Master will give me more tasks like this in the future. I will complete them well. I'll stop here for now. Please criticize and punish your slave if there's anything wrong...

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