It seems that without the gravitational force of Johnny telling her what to do the little satellite slave known as Holly has nigh unto utterly reverted back into the same old habits that she was in when she met me in the first place. After a barrage of thinly veiled insults and smarmy backhanded comments she posts an amusing play list featuring one song “Johnny are you Queer?” I hope that when the drunken bravery wore off you felt a little bit better in your heart because that kind of behavior is exactly what got you into the predicament that you now find yourself in. No matter how hard you try to deny or disguise what you are doing the fact of the matter is that even with this “kiss my ass” attitude that you have developed all you are really doing is showing everyone exactly why I chose to loan you out to Miss Beka.

Despite the resounding efforts that I've made to turn you the direction that you need to grow, both as a person and as my little slave girl my efforts were for naught. Though it pains me in my little black heart to say this, maybe you were right about me. You did exactly what I thought you would do in this situation and that was to lash out at me with adolescence and sophomoric drama in some attempt to validate yourself. What you should be doing is seeing what it is that I did for you in sending you off on this indoctrination course that I've sent you out on.

You were and are still my perfect little project but it is going to have to take a hand that is not my own to get her back to me. The reasons for this are myriad but the biggest one is still that you have grown to accustomed to my hand and you need a tune up that is going to sink through the knowledge that you played on my sensibilities to manipulate me into not doing what I needed to do to ensure what you were doing was the right thing.

While you didn't fail to surprise me in this reaction to what is happening to you I am a bit disappointed in you Holly. I always had managed to foster the hope that you would see this for what it is and not for what you imagine it to be. I have never kept a slave as long as you and so you felt safe with me. A certain amount of trust in needed in order to make what we have going work but the fact of the matter is that once you felt too safe the methodology of my training you became less and less effective until a series of incidents that led to you clothes being packed into garbage bags.

So when you proudly display that you are breaking the very specific rules that I have laid out for you I am forced to start to wonder if you can do what I need you to do at all. If there is no chance that you can be not only a receptacle for my cock and cum but also for the pruning and the prodding that is involved in maintaining a near perfect slave then you are of no further use to me.

I'll give you the chance to decide what you feel you need to do because as you know I feel that apologies are unnecessary.