Every woman fights with their own self-image pretty much their whole lives. At least I’d like to think so because otherwise I’m just a self-centered oddity. Last night Master called me over to the bed to inspect me closer, and announced very casually that I had lost my “shelf”. This is the part of my ass that bubbles out at the top. He went on with random observations of how I will change with age and how He is still very attracted to me, but the entire time, and for the rest of the night all I could do was hold back tears. I don’t want to change. I don’t want to have a sagging ass or a lack of muscle tone, or any other part of my body failing. Master is especially attracted to girls with nice asses so to hear mine has gone downhill feels like I have failed Him.











