I don’t yet know whether it’s a specific aim of my training, or a mere byproduct of it, but since arriving here I’m definitely beginning to understand that my body is capable of experiencing very deep pleasure. Master Kamp has undoubtedly provided me with the key I’ll need to unlock its full potential, but, for now, I suspect I’m a little wary of doing much more than dipping my toe into the water. Once I’ve dived into this particular ocean, I suspect there’ll be no coming back. Everything is already beginning to feel different. Even the act of pulling clothes onto my body has become erotic in the extreme. Lifting a pair of suit pants up over my thighs is sensual beyond words; they’re lined with the softest fabric which is cooling and slippery against my legs. The sensation makes me rock hard and fills my head with thoughts of being touched again. A formal shirt is like a manly embrace. It should feel like a second layer of skin. Wearing it means you care about tradition, formality and order. And then there’s the tie; it’s the thing which brings everything together. A well-tied tie speaks louder than words. It says that its wearer is patient, obedient and focussed. The “v” at the bottom points enticingly towards the bulge. Since arriving here, my body has considerably altered in shape as well. After discovering its potential, I vowed to work on it. I hit the gym 5 times a week. I only eat fresh food. I wake up feeling alive and I sleep like the dead.I dressed so carefully for my meeting with Master Saint. I had not been given the opportunity to speak to him before, but had seen him walking around the campus and decided he was the most impeccably dressed and distractingly handsome of all of the masters. It’s perhaps unsurprising that since my extraordinary encounter with Master Kamp, I have found myself almost obsessively drawn to older suited men. They have become like catnip for me. Whenever I see a well-turned out man in his 50s, I instantly find myself hopelessly fantasizing about what might happen if I were lucky enough to find myself alone with him. Master Saint has been at the very top of my fantasy list ever since I first saw him. I refuse to touch myself when I think these erotic thoughts – but the places I go to in my head are extraordinary. My dreams can be even more intense. I regularly wake up in a pool of my own semen. I try my hardest to cover my tracks and wipe it all away, but, whenever I return to my room after lessons, I invariably find that the sheets have been discretely changed. It’s almost as though my nocturnal activity is being monitored.So, there …More
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Date: September 15, 2025