It's rather nice to know that all the mistakes I've been making don't apply anymore. I know I've made a lot. There isn't much else I can do about them besides promising to do better from now on. So that's what I'm going to do. I promise to do better. I promise to try and not make the same mistakes again. I want you to be pleased with me. I want you to be proud of me. I'm especially happy that you think I'm worthy of giving a clean slate to. Even if I made mistakes, that means I couldn't have done all wrong.
I'm looking forward to coming over Tuesday. I feel a little cheated that I couldn't come over this past weekend though. Not by you of course, just by fate I guess. The time I get with you is special and I hate being deprived of it. But I can manage until Tuesday. I won't die of Domme deprivation before that.
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