A hard life as a slave

It can be a hard life being a slave to a beautiful black Goddess. The other night I got an email from her saying she was very upset with me because I had made what I thought was an innocuous comment about her to one of her male friends. Not only that but she said I was on my last warning, that she had always been happy to get rid of men who are a source of stress and I was no different, that her ex boyfriend hated me and that I had kept information about myself from her. I was rather shocked, as I thought I was improving as a slave, but it made me realise just how much I have to do to convince her that I am serious. She is a Goddess and if she criticises me then I must do more to show her that I am truly dedicated to her. I will not gossip in future to anyone, even if innocuous, and will give her any information she wants.
I suppose the episode made me realise that I am not really making much progress, despite my best efforts, and this depressed me somewhat. I want so much to please her and return, first of all, to how we were when I was her slave a few years ago, which seems a long way away at the moment. In those days she made me drink her golden nectar, sleep on the floor at the foot of her bed, whipped me from time to time, ordered me to lick her pussy, dressed me as a maid, put me in bondage and humiliated me in front of her female friends. I would love to do all of that again, and beyond that, to go a new level, where she trusts me totally, confides in me and treats me as the cunt that I am. I will keep trying to improve and win her over.
On the positive side, Goddess allowed me to go to a football match yesterday with her cousin, which I enjoyed, and was in a good mood when we both saw her today. She has the most fantastic personality and when she is happy she lights up the place and everyone there feels happy. She is one of those rare people who can bring people and places to life. And when she is happy I am happy.