Truth

It is the deepest yearnings of my heart that my Master be demanding, have unfairly high expectations of me, cruel, and quick to punish, and set me up to take a beating. On purpose. That he push me to my limit for fun, and test me, unprepared. That he not tolerate any dissention, back talk, or objections. 

I don't care if it's busywork, if he decides to keep me busy with a black crayon and four pages of paper and won't let me do anything else until they are all colored in, I hope he would expect me to thank him when I was done. I don't care if he makes me come up with my own list of useful and useless things, but I want it. 

And I think it would help me to stop thinking so much at night.

My requests for limits.

Enough sleep

Personal hygiene allowed

Not to be cold.