I’ve been here for just over a year now, but it feels like forever. To be honest, I look back on my life before my apprenticeship and it all seems a little listless and grey. I had no purpose. There was very little excitement in my life… These days I feel alive. My body feels awake. I now know the true meaning of pleasure. I work hard. I work out. I eat well. I dress well. I know who I am and I’m proud of who I’ve become. I embrace every lesson that I’m taught and am confident that, one day very soon, when my apprenticeship comes to an end, I’ll enter the world as a man with nothing to fear. My Sacrament took place yesterday evening with Master Scott. I was so happy when I learned that he was due to oversee the ceremony as something remarkably profound had happened to me the first time I met him. He’d been tasked with disciplining me and he did so with his hands. In the process he introduced me to a sensation of extreme pleasure which I will never be able to forget. The idea of meeting him again and taking things to the next level was immensely exciting and I could barely sleep the night before. By the time I’d reached the chamber, however, the excitement had given way to nerves. What if I ended up disappointing him? What if this ritual was too much for me to cope with? Master Scott met me in a sub chamber. He was wearing the bird-like mask which many of the masters wear for these rituals. They always make me feel a little uncomfortable. He escorted me into the chamber which was dark and candlelit. Eerie shadows danced around in the flickering light and added considerably to my sense of unease. There was a padded table or altar of some sort in the middle of the space. The top of it was covered in leather. It looked a little like one of those fancy desks that the wealthy businessmen have in their plush offices...