Dear Mistress,

I loved the way you have described the torments you would put me through.

The idea of being tied to that board, totally on display and unable to hide myself or stop you from doing what you want to me is something that I think about many many times when I am tied.

As I’ve told Meester, I’ve never been with another woman but have thought about it several times since I’ve begun tying myself up. The images that you’ve given me in this story is so unbelievably erotic for me and I am still visualizing your doing these things to me.

I love how you would bite my nipples and tie my breasts. I can see myself wriggling and begging you to stop from the pain but not wanting you to stop. Stroking my cunt and clit, putting your fingers in my cunt while rubbing my clit with your thumb was "easy" to imagine as I was putting my fingers in my cunt while reading your letter to me.

I saw you biting my neck and then licking and kissing it while working your way down along my tummy, ever so slowly nearing my cunt and I could feel my clit swell thinking about how you would take it in your mouth and suck it and nip it and force me to squirm and plead with you not to stop. Oh how I imagined being so damned frustrated when you would stop before teasing me more and more.

As for the flogging, well, once again that is something I have experienced only in "my mind’s eye" when I have tied myself up. I have no idea how that would feel, but I can imagine that the pain from the whip would (just as from the clamps) go straight to my clit/cunt. Yes, I know I would beg for you to stop whipping me, I know it would hurt, but I also imagine that my pleas would only encourage you to do more and that tied as I am, so open to your touch, I would have no choice but to accept anything you do and that is so amazingly stimulating to me. I can’t really fully describe just how much but I can tell you that even now, while writing this letter to you, I still imagine feeling the strokes of your whip and, well, when you pulled the clamps off my nipples that just sent me over the edge and I not only had my fingers in my cunt while reading what you were doing to me I had them in my cunt just now while once again thinking about it. Making this a very long letter, time wise, to write <very big smile>…

I also loved the way you would make me beg you to let me cum and deny it to me until you chose to make me cum. The frustration of being controlled so completely haunts me almost constantly these days and your letter describing that to me just adds fuel the fire so to speak.

I would love to experience being so totally and completely at the mercy of someone such as yourself or Meester, to shout "can I pleaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaase cummmmmmmmmmm…..", knowing that only my Mistress or Meester may let me cum, I have no control, and unless it pleases you, I will not cum. Oh yes, that is something I dream about…

The humiliation of cleaning your fingers and hand with my tongue and lips I find extremely stimulating as well. Kissing the hand that tortured me, licking fingers that twisted and pulled my nipples, paying homage to the hands that gave me such pain when the clamps were pulled from my nipples…

and then, after having brought me over the brink and near total exhaustion I am forced to watch you suck Master, taste him, swallow his cum, and then, while you lick him clean I am imagining myself watching you, jealous of not having the privilege of touching Meester, forced to only watch and wonder what else you may do to me.

Yes, Mistress, you painted a wonderful picture for me to look at. I still squirm sometimes thinking about it. even today, in the car while driving home, I thought of how you would do those things to me. How much more would you do to me, or would you just leave me, tied and perhaps gagged and blindfolded, while going to bed with Meester… yes, all sorts of things have whirled around in my head because of what you have written and I can’t thank you, Mistress, enough.

Yours,
kutje