He had an appointment to go to. I thought I'd go outside and do some of the gardening while he got ready. I weeded some, pruned some, then watered some. After awhile, he came to the back door wearing only a towel, Master-face on, and said one word while pointing to his feet, "Now."

I couldn't figure out what I had done this time. Sometimes it's nothing, but by the squinty eyes I knew it was really something. I knelt at his feet.

He slapped my face and said, "What the fuck possessed you to turn the water on when I was in the shower? I burned my ass! So, now it's your turn!"

This is the new diary of PoM 32 . My Owner has allowed me to own a profile now, where I have to report about my development and treatments as the Piece of meat I am. I have to report whenever possible and allowed by the Users I am handed over.