Why I took the job? Three reasons: I was broke, homeless and hungry. And then She came along, with Her soft voice and deep blue eyes. She was so understanding, so patient. She offered me this job and told me She would take care of me. And I? I fell for it hook, line and sinker. The first months were a nightmare, a hellish nightmare of pain and suffering. Because She believes in strict discipline and She can make me beg and cry for mercy. She’s the Countess of countless punishments and She expects to be obeyed at all times. Serving Her is a fulltime job and She doesn’t do weekends or holidays. But you know what? There’s an incredible beauty in this brutality, a beauty I’ve never experienced before. It took me a long time to see it, but now that I do I can’t live without it. I am perhaps a victim of Her beauty, a prisoner of pain, but She gives meaning to my life. This is what I was born to do.