Origin Story - The Blog Pt. 03-04

You couldn't help yourself. Maybe you are a budding sissy or chastity sub who want's to watch someone else get what you always wanted. Maybe you are a woman who believes in a Female Led Relationship. Maybe you just got off to what you read...but you subscribed to the RSS feed and waited for that next blog to hit.
It finally does:
Dear Mistress,
I am writing this letter in response to your desire for a guest blog. The one suggestion we received was for a love letter to you. So, without further ado, here goes nothing!
I love you with all of my heart, mind, and soul! I knew when I married you that you completed me, but boy, I did not realize çerkezköy escort just how much you completed me! This last month or so has been exquisite in the depth to which you have gone to truly take me over as your slave.
I love the way you look into my eyes and say, "Not today, slave" while I rest between your thighs, tongue gently lapping at your clit, finger making circles against your g-spot.
I love the way you tie me to the bed, music playing in my headphones, unable to talk or see while you run your hands along my body, along your cock. It makes me shiver just writing it!
I love the way that cevizli escort you crop me while I am gagged so you don't have to hear my whimpers and groans from the pain. I know it makes it easier for you to punish your slave harder if you can't hear him.
I love the way you leave me tied spread eagle on my stomach. Will you toy with my anus? You know it is awkward for me and at the same time highly arousing. You know just what pushes my buttons.
I love the way you bought me my first pair of panties, and even when I was scared and nervous about wearing them out, you replaced my boxers with pink cide escort satin panties while I was showering. It was an exquisite day.
I am sure that as we grow old together as Husband and Wife, we will grow into a permanent Mistress in the real world, these are all valid concerns. But if my slave expects no orgasm, it doesn't matter! I can revel in my approaching orgasm, feeling all my muscles tightening, feeling the heat start to concentrate in my clit, feeling the slippery warmth of his hand and tongue against my wet flesh, and I don't have to wonder anything, worry anything, gauge anything....I just have to enjoy the all-consuming climax that comes from focusing on nothing at all except my own body and its pleasure.
Watching my slave squirm against me, looking up at me with big pleading eyes, whimpering in wordless desperation? That gives me no guilt. I feel no pressure. I am sated.
I'll worry about him tomorrow.
Maybe.
Until tomorrow, then.