As the warm afternoon sun filters through the maple tree outside my window onto my hands at the keyboard, I quietly contemplate my new position as your assistant. I feel gratitude as well as the heavy sense of responsibility. I have so much to learn. Fortunately, I have already resigned myself to the internal feelings necessary to being this journey. I am yours...COMPLETELY. Mentally and physically. I am your servant and your accomplice...and even as your accomplice, my goal is to serve you. I tremble at the thought of bowing in your presence. My senses are ignited by your touch. The smell of the leather of my collar and armbands is intoxicating. I anxiously await the tug of your hands on my restraints, the rough probing of your devices...or your cock. I ache for your release...and the balm of your lips when we are finished. I bow to you in KARTA...again and again.