Hom esick, Lovesick    I’d been in ETT Therapy for two months. I’d learned much, experienced and endured more. I was extremely homesick, cried myself to sleep every night.    I dreamed of Adele’s spankings, which compared to Governess were clumsy and laughably tame. I dreamed of her kisses, which made me queasy, and weren’t at all erotic.    Funny, it’s heavenly when other Dominas kiss me. When I suck their toes, my prick is hard. But with Mother and Adele, it feels blah. Almost icky. And my prick is limp.    But they love me. Which is priceless. I never realized how important that was before. I had never lived without their constant, comforting love before. Without sitting on their laps several times a day.    A dream about my sister. I cry torrents every day for better reasons than that. My endless spankings are only the most consistent of my physical agonies. Morning Routine    Milk from an aide who wakes me. Mornin...