I received this letter via email a few days after spending time with a long-term submissive that I consider “Mine”.  It’s safe to say we have a special relationship – the kind that longevity, pushing limits and extended sessions will give.  It just made Me smile and I wanted to share.

Mistress,

Lying alone in a darkened bedroom Sunday, as close to rock hard as I can still get, I can’t stop marveling at and savoring how much You deepened and extended Your domination of me.

 I love that I’m a visible tribute to Your use of me as a play toy — with bare genitals, a torn back, a striped, swollen ass that aches nonstop and nipples that remind me at every touch of fabric how much You delight in being cruel to me.

 But most important, You rearranged my mind in new ways I’m still not fully aware of.

I know Your taunting oral commands are what released me.

I’m still only beginning to grasp the full psychic symbolism of lying beneath You for the warm, degrading bath that You described as marking me like an animal as Yours.

 And I am more certain with each passing minute that the immersion in Your scent dramatically altered my mind–for how long I still don’t know.

I could feel Your scent instantly make me harder and struggle to get harder still.

 That extended dose of Your scent made me long for rather than fear each hard whip and cane stroke, and hope the pain would glow farther and farther into surrounding tissue.

I’m sure that Your scent suppressed my gag response so I could dance longer with death when Your nyloned toe closed my airway. And it heightened the joy I felt at Your playing deep inside me when you widened Your toes inside my throat!

In short, I never felt so fully owned and used by You.  And I just want it to go on forever.

All Yours,
anonymous slave