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I am writing because I explain myself better in writing. I know this is confusing for you, and you seemed to get emotional about it. I think it’s because you really care about me, and I love you for that. But I hope you’ll see that you shouldn’t be worried about me. I’m happy. I’ve never been happier.
I’m going to refer to Master as Richard here because I don’t want you to think that I’m still “in character” or acting or anything like that. It’s not an act, but I could tell you didn’t quite believe that. So I want you to know that I’m writing from the heart.
Let me first tell you, again, that I love Richard with everything I am. I love Him the way you love Tom. And He loves me. I serve Him and He is my Master, but we are equal in our love for each other.
I’m not doing this because He demands it. I want to serve Him! I love to serve Him!
I know it’s hard for you to understand, but when I’m naked at His feet, awaiting His next command, I feel fulfilled as a human being.
Yes, there are other ways to achieve closeness and intimacy, but this is the right way for me. You know, I feel closer to Him than ever. Closer than before I submitted to Him. And He feels the same way. It brings us closer. We are more intimate than any relationship I’ve ever known.
You seem to think that He has free license to abuse me. But that’s not true! When I’m at His service, He treats me better than any man has ever treated me.
It’s true that when you are willing to do anything a man wishes, willing to be cuffed and used as a sex toy, willing to do the most humiliating things to please your Master… it’s true that He is in a position to take advantage of you.
But it’s probably the truest test of a man. Will this person cross the line into abuse. Or will He feel honored by your commitment and love you for it? Will He cherish the amazing place of honesty and intimacy that sharing yourselves in this way allows? Well, Richard passes this test with flying colors.
So yes, He treats me the way a Master treats His servant. Yes, I am His toy, His sexual plaything. Yes He can be strict. Yes, He has brought me to tears on the receiving end of a riding crop.
But He would never hurt me, other than in the ways I like.
And I never doubt that He will take care of me, and even protect me.
That probably surprises you. Remember that time Tom was talking about how much more you take care of something when you own it?
Well, I knew what he meant. Richard owns me. I am His property. And He takes care of me now like He never did before.
The right man, a good man, isn’t going to shit on you when you are so vulnerable. I know it takes a time to understand that. Believe me, it took a long time before I trusted Richard enough to offer myself in this way.
Did you know that we go out to dinner, to the movies, to shows, dancing, even more now than before? It’s true. We treat each other with love. We want each other to enjoy life.
The only difference between now and before is that at the end of the night, I will kneel naked at His feet. He will attach a collar to my neck and use the leash to pull me onto diyarbakır escort His pulsing cock. He will use my face like a fuck hole until I gag.
When I gag, He will let me off. I will gasp for air and drool will stream down my chin and onto the floor. Tears will roll down my cheeks as I thank my Master for his cock and beg for more. And then He will pull me back on to His cock.
He will make me gag as many times as He pleases. I will look into His eyes through my tears. His cock will push deeper and deeper down my throat, forcing sounds from me that only He has ever heard.
And then, if and when He pleases, he’ll plow his giant cock into my soaked pussy. He will make me beg Him for permission to cum.
He will test me by not giving me permission at first. I will force my body to obey until He decides it is time. When He give the command, I will explode in orgasm. I am often so worked up that I will squirt all over Him too. I will squirt and He will fill my pussy with waves and waves of cum.
When He pulls out, He will stand and I will kneel at His feet again. His cum will ooze from my cunt and run down my inner thighs.
I will lick His cock clean as I look into His beautiful eyes.
I’m sorry if this is more information than you expected, but I want you to see the intensity and abandon of our love making sessions. And the trust we have in each other to be able to go there.
You say I’m pretty, smart and strong and can have any man I want. I agree, and I choose Richard! I know you can’t understand how someone like me, a proud woman, could want this. But I do!
When I am in His control, I feel safe and protected. That probably surprises you, but it’s true.
I’m sure it is doubly confusing because I take boxing classes, so you think I can take care of myself. Well, I can, but I do want to feel protected and safe too. Before I submitted to Him, Richard used to let me handle conflicts myself. Now He’s the first to jump to my defense.
It really is different in this type of relationship. His presence is always with me. When you go to the nail salon, do you think about Tom? Probably not. It’s not the kind of place that reminds you of Tom.
But I think of Richard when I’m at the nail salon. He tells me what colors to choose. He is in charge, so He cares things like this. Because He cares, He only picks colors that will make me happy too. But His presence is always with me.
I’ll give you another example.
One day He walked into the living room and ordered me to sit on a chair. He sat on the sofa facing me. He leaned forward and put my shaving items on the coffee table between us.
He told me to spread my legs. I did as I was told.
“Pull your skirt up” he told me.
“Yes Master”
I started pulling until my skirt was all the way up and my panties were in full display.
He told me to take off my panties. I did as I was told. I slipped them off and then spread my legs again.
“Shave!” He ordered. It wasn’t easy, but I did as I was told. He watched as I shaved my pussy naked. When I was done, He ordered me never to wear panties again without edirne escort His permission.
“Yes Master” I told him.
He forbade me to wear stockings, socks or anything on my legs.
“Yes Master”
We went through my shoe collection together. He picked out shoes that exposed my feet. I was told to get rid of the rest. I did as I was told. Do you remember the garage sale when I sold all those shoes? Now you know why.
You’d be surprised how quickly you get used to wearing nothing but a skirt over your bottom half.
Often I am told to be naked at all times at home or in His presence, but when I am not under such orders, the “dress code” serves purposes.
One purpose is that His presence is always with me, because I am always following His order, even if He is not there. I am practically nude from the waist down in obedience to Him.
Another purpose is easy access. When Richard decides that I deserve punishment, for example, He will order me to lift my skirt. I will do as commands, lifting my skirt as high as possible, exposing my ass and my naked pussy.
If we are in the kitchen, He will use a long wooden spoon to spank my pussy.
“Kiss the spoon’ He will tell me.
“Yes Master” I will respond, and kiss the round tip.
The pain and the pleasure in my pussy will mix in a way that you cannot imagine.
He will spank me slowly and coldly. I will do my best to keep a straight face, to silently suffer my punishment as a good slave should.
Eventually the pain will be too much, and I will start to yelp with each stroke. The inability to control myself with each strike of the spoon leaves me feeling helpless, humiliated and aroused.
Satisfied that I have learned my lesson, He will rub my pussy. He will push fingers inside me.
He thinks of me when we’re apart too.
In the middle of the day, He will call and tell me to put the phone on speaker. He’ll tell me to undo my blouse and unstrap my bra.
Then He’ll tell me to pinch my nipples until they’re hard. He will order me to attach nipple clamps. He’ll tell me to send a photo to His cell phone.
You seem to think that because I’m submissive, He will take me for granted and leave me.
It’s true that if He left me, it would be the most devastating feeling I’ve ever experienced. But I think that’s a credit to our relationship.
He has seen me in a way no one else has seen me. No one else knows me in this way.
Yes, I am more vulnerable to a broken heart because of this, but I’m happy to be so vulnerable because I can also be the real me with Him. I am submissive. He is dominant. And we are closer because of it.
You probably think He never tells me He loves me. That’s not true. He says it more now than ever before!
One time, we were both naked. He was sitting on that big chair with no arms in the living room, and I was sitting on His cock, grinding it and looking into His eyes.
“I love you, Master” I told him.
“I love you, slave” He responded.
“I love you, Master” I told him again.
“I love you, slave” He responded again.
We kept elazığ escort going like that until He exploded inside me.
Could our relationship fail? Of course!
Is it more likely to fail because I am his submissive? I don’t think so. I think our relationship is even stronger because of it, because we’re so much closer.
If you think about it, He is vulnerable too. He is a Dominant Man, but it takes courage and requires trust to show that side of Himself. He trusts me to see that side of Him, to appreciate and love it, and not judge Him.
The truth is that He is a gentle, wonderful, progressive, and fair Man who treats women with dignity. His Dominant side excites me, just like my submissive side excites Him. In fact, revealing our true selves excites us both. And sharing makes us bonded to each other.
He is Dominant, by the way. Richard is a Dominant, Dominant Man.
I melt in His presence. When His eyes lock on mine, my pussy aches to be used by Him.
Remember Gene? I asked him to spank me as a test. He gave me the most pathetic limp-wristed tap on the butt. I was instantly turned off. That’s why I broke up with him!
There’s nothing limp-wristed about Richard.
He grabs me by the wrists and pulls them behind my back. He cuffs me.
He pushes me back against a wall. He pushes my chin upward until I am up on my toes, staring at the overhead fan. He smiles at my helplessness.
He slaps me on one tit. I yelp in shock.
“Did I allow you to speak?” He asks sternly.
“No Master!” I whimper. “I’m sorry Master.”
He slaps my other tit. I struggle to muffle a second yelp.
“I expect complete obedience from you” he warns me. My eyes are still on the fan.
He pinches my nipple. Hard.
I twist in pain, but I do not make a sound.
He pinches harder.
My knees bend, but I do not make a sound.
He pinches harder.
I catch a yelp before it escapes my throat. The gasp is audible.
He watches me struggle some more. And then He takes me to the dining room and rips my clothes off.
He puts me on the dining room table, and fucks me.
Hard.
That’s what I want. That’s where I belong.
It excites me to be used like that. It turns me on please Him. It excites me to be completely out of control.
Only He knows how to take me there. He has opened my eyes to a world of uninhibited pleasure, where we can be ourselves and it’s ok. For that, there’s nothing I won’t do for Him.
There really is nothing I won’t do for this Man.
The other day, I was in the living room. Naked.
Richard walked in with a medium sized bowl. He placed it on the floor and pushed it pushed it towards me with His foot.
“Pee” He told me.
“Yes Master”
I turned bright red. What a humiliating thing to be told to do! No one had ever seen me pee. But He is my Master, and there’s nothing I won’t do for Him.
I squatted over the bowl. I looked into His eyes. I peed.
I didn’t even look at the bowl. I just peed.
I listened to the sound of my pee splashing into the bowl, but I kept my eyes on Him.
In His eyes, I saw the purest pleasure, the purest love I have ever seen.
I see that look in my dreams. I can see it now as I write.
I love this Man. I love my Master.
And He loves me.
I hope you understand now.
Sincerely,
Ana
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