(Ok, so my idea here is to post one entry a day like a real journal until I run out of teasing implements. I have two entries here to start...any suggestions as to teasing methods would be welcome too as this is a heavy endeavor, thanks!)

November 8, 1888

I have never recorded any part of my life, considering it useless to do so. The events of the past few days, however, have urged me to write them down for my own amusement. My young master has recently realized that I am handsome and quite able to give him incredible physical pleasure. It was discovered accidentally, of course, when he was taking his dinner one night two weeks ago. It was snowing all day so I made sure to prepare him warm and comforting dishes. He was enjoying them, from what I could tell, when Meyrin made her entrance. Through a series of bumblings, the maid managed to spill young master's steamed potatoes into his lap. Once he had stopped staring at his trousers in shock, he began cursing about how hot the mess was. Of course it was my duty to clean him off privately. Through that process he developed an erection from my attention to his trousers. One event led to another and I helped him release with my hand. From that instant on I made it a daily routine to show him how much I could please him. I decided to embrace a teasing routine, to test just how far I could push my haughty little lord. Herein will lie the record of my methods. . .

November 10, 1888

Young master woke rather early today, almost an hour before I usually have to drag him out of bed. He summoned me to his room and I instantly saw that he was troubled by a morning erection. Being the kind-hearted butler that I am, I offered to help him on the condition that he let me go about it any way I chose. He agreed as long as the outcome would be his release. Our deal was struck, and so I positioned him on the edge of the bed, his legs spread, leaning back on his hands so they would not interfere. I stood before him and looked down at the healthy pink cock standing up from beneath his unbuttoned nightshirt. I could tell that the intensity of my quiet observation was unnerving him, although he was excited. After I enjoyed a few more moments of this, I produced a long soft feather from my pocket. Ciel eyed it suspiciously, and when he questioned me on where I procured it, I simply told him I had my ways, which was all the answer he required at the time. I then brushed it against the base of his swollen cock. He twitched and his cock jumped. I chuckled and continued to drag the feather up and down his cock, while the boy's legs began to shake and he squeezed his eyes shut. The brushing touches were sending thrills up that virgin body. He love it, I could tell by the way that he struggled to keep from thrusting his hips. I'm sure it tickled him delightfully. I fluttered the tip of the feather against the head of his cock, and he made an endearing whimper, his slit leaking a bit of his excitement. I produced yet another feather and moved to kneel in front of him rather than stand. I began to apply the new feather to his sac as well, delighted when he jerked at the light touch. I teased him for long, unbearable moments, watching him clench the sheets and bite his lip, and the top feather grew more and more damp. Finally I saw that he was at his limit, and I began rubbing him firmly, until he released in my hand.