So, I just emailed my submissive this entire letter. Against the advice of some. And with the help of others.
Honest odds I'm about to get dumped? I can't even be sure if the idea she'll dump me turns me on or not.... My rock hard penis tells me what I need to know, I guess.
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Dear Taylor,
This letter originally started with a "good morning" when I began writing it this AM, but since this is going out closer to 5:00 PM, I'll instead just say good evening, and that I hope you slept well. It sounds like you had quite the eventful night indeed by the time you called me up. At that hour I was pretty ******, but you should know that my cock was hard within seconds of hearing your voice. It had been hard most of the day, since reading your blog, and even now at work I'm getting stiff in my pants again thinking about you, Tay. You definitely deserve a spanking for that.. and if anyone has me get up from this desk before my cock goes down, you're absolutely going to get one as punishment next time I see you... but for now I do hope you're having a lovely and relaxing morning, and, OK, I'll admit that though a little slut like you might be the cause of my erection, I can't rightly say it's her *fault*.
I know this week has been stressful for you, and while I know things will even out soon, I do want you to know I'll be on hand as much as you need me to be. Today, for instance, I'm getting off work by 1 PM... and then I'm going home to eat some food and if you're around, to amuse myself while I watch the girl power surfing film "BLUE CRUSH" (What? I'm a fan) while I text you things designed to make your wet little slit drool all over yourself till you can't help but give in and jam your fingers up inside yourself.
I look at some of what you've blogged recently and it certainly has me wanting to turn you on, to leave you as frustrated as I felt yesterday when I was so hard for you my cock hurt and your warm, tight little throat was nowhere in sight.
You need to know something, Tay.. You're not "boring". Or "busy". Well, alright, maybe you're busy, but not in a bad way. You're an excellent submissive - one of the finest I've ever known. That's not flattery, it's just truth. I don't say it all the time because then the compliment might wear thin, but those are the facts. You're a FANTASTIC girl and I do think it's important sometimes for me to say that, to state it plainly and unequivocally. You're a great sub, I'm very, very pleased to have you in my life and so damn turned on every time I think of how much fun it is to beat the **** out of you and take control of your body. You're sweet *and* a slut, and that's the best of both worlds, babe.
We've talked before about homework assignments. I've pledged to ensure that you feel my control to a greater degree in your life, for stability, for the rush it gives you, but I also know these have just been a ****ty few weeks for you.
I think your training is very important, but I also know it can take a back seat to a life crisis or stressful time without that changing our dynamic or what I think about you.
I'm eager to take more control from @@@@@ and make you my dirty little @@@ valley slut puppet, and I'm more than happy to wait till you're able to find the time to fulfill my instructions - the first step is to send those four texts the next time you're out with friends at a bar, and go fuck yourself in the bathroom while they're unaware. When you've completed that for me, we'll know you're ready for more. For now though I am content to torment you from afar and enjoy those chances I have ***** / cuddle / eat blueberry pancakes with you in person. ^_^
As far as today goes, you look so fucking cute in that red lipstick. You look gorgeous today, Taylor, and I am sure you'll get all sorts of tips from the flustered male clientelle of the @@@@@.
Speaking of homework assignments though, there's really something I want to talk to you about. Something that's been on my mind all week long and has my cock sticking straight out from my body every time I stop to think about it.
You wrote me that letter about what happened with Nick, and though at the time I was surprised, and a little miffed over the paddle thing, the truth is that, Tay, I've rarely ever been so turned on in my life than I am as I reread that letter, as I think of what a slut you were, of you on your knees sucking his cock, being *my* sub but at that moment *his* slut. It's honestly difficult for me to even keep typing about this right now, believe it or not, that's how instantly rock hard this makes me to talk to you about. I'm so hard I could easily push myself up inside you in one thrust. I like to imagine that after talking to you about just how turned on your behavior made me, your cunt would be massaging my cock the whole way in as I slid inside.
I know you care about me. That's not in question. There was some anxiety after the thing with Nick, but that's passed. I know you're a good girl and that you're my sub and just because you're fooling around that has absolutely zero to do with the feels you have for me or my role in your life.
... and as I sat there yesterday, endlessly masturbating to the thought of you with a big cock down your throat, the head pushing it's way past your pretty, pouty lips, the thing I had to admit to myself was I liked to imagine you giving head to someone else. I liked to imagine some other cock shoved in your mouth and you the obedient slut sucking it for him. I love how slutty you are and I want you to be the best slut you can be, to have the most fun and never feel frustrated that you can't find something hard to suck on just because I happen to be in @@@@ that night.
I want to fuck you as you're struggling to focus on the cock in front of your face. I want to have you stroking a cock as I slap your ass from behind. We've talked about this and I very much want to see you double teamed. I think with the right guy you'd have an experience you've always wanted to have and one that would have the potential to be immensely rewarding. In short, you'd wet the bed and probably be left quaking from cumming so hard, and I want that for you.
That's something to consider. No pressure, obviously, chemistry IS tough, but I want us to really think about making it happen, and how we could do that. You have a limited circle of kinky friends, so that might take some time, I do understand.
The thing is though I keep thinking to myself that doesn't mean you have to give up on the idea of finding something fun to do while I'm out of town.
So, Tay, I have a homework assignment for you: I want you to keep an open mind, and an open eye. OK Cupid, Tinder, CL, Fetlife, I want you to create a profile and simply look around and see what dominant men are out there in @@@@ as potential friends or play partners. A Craigslist ad might be easiest, all words, no photos. It could be a turn on going through the replies you'd get, the offers, the chance to flirt with the few who catch your eye. Even if no one really interests you, the idea of you, my slut, out there looking for - let's be honest - a cock to suck and a man to shove it down her throat, is for me such a huge turn on I'm once again realizing it wasn't a good idea to try and write this at the library. My pants have a pretty unmistakable tent and I'm sure my cock's leaking precum as I think of you flirting back to some man who has read your Craigslist ad.
I told you in the beginning I'm not a jealous guy. And that's the truth. This is an idea that honestly really appeals to me and so I mention it to you, but, as always, dear Tay, no pressure. *I* know I'd be turned on as hell if you one day forwarded me a message you'd received from someone on Craigslist, and I was able to tease you about the possibility of hooking up with him (or her ; ). I'm thinking of the next time you might tell me you're going to hang out with a guy and "smoke a bowl" late at night, and just what thoughts would be going through my head. Probably a mental image of you with that lovely red lipstick you're sporting today smeared all over your pretty face.
I think about the chance to wrap my belt around your neck, finger your asshole and fuck you from behind as I growl in your ear about some rough, big cocked Dom you'd been flirting with, and I have to wonder if that idea turns you on as much as it does me.
You mentioned poly recently, and how well it can work for some people. All I know is I love what a slut you are, and I love ya too. I want to see you enjoying your sexuality and having fun. I'm your dom and that's not going to change. I'm just aware that I don't see you allllll the time, and that you're a growing girl with sexual needs, and I wonder to myself why the hell you shouldn't be able to explore. Jealousy? Guilt? etc? I see no reason why that would be a factor. As long as I can ***** you, and text you before bed, and make you my little spoon when we're spending the night together, that's all that matters to me. That's all I want. That and for you to be happy.
I do wonder what sort of responses you might get to even the briefest of Craigslist ads. Maybe you'd find someone who turned you on, and then, a few weeks from now, after texting and flirting and a *****, you might write me another email some morning to talk about the unexpected late night adventure you had with your new friend. ; )
And, it must be said, that anything that adds to your circle of kink friendly folks, means the odds I'll get to see you stuffed at both ends moaning like a whore while I double team you that much better. : )
I'd love to talk with you about what I've said here, to take your temperature, to see what you're thinking, feeling, etc. You can write me back if you'd prefer to think on this and compose your thoughts, or you could send me a text right away so I don't think I've horribly offended your sensibilities by suggesting my girl might enjoy getting to be a bit of a slut. : )
In other news, I just ate a big pesto chicken pita sandwich and I'm well fed, happy and now that I'm off work, just a little bit stoned. I'm going to watch BLUE CRUSH, the girl power surf movie and unwind (it's a good movie!).
I'll probably be hanging out with Dave later (poor guy, gahhhh... the story he told last night...) but I'll be around, to text and certainly to call. You're to reach out whenever you like. I'd love a call and, also, if you happen to write back with anything in depth, I'll just peace off on home and set about responding to it. It's Friday night and I want to be hanging with you, you sweet little slut, but since I can't get there right now, if it looks like I have the chance to tease you and occupy myself by getting you wet and frustrated, then that sounds like a pretty good Friday night to me.
Be well, Tay. Great work on the lipstick. I want to see those lips stretched around a big cock sometime soon (my own, or..), but for now the smile you have on in the photo is more than enough for me to tell you you did a great job, you're a very good girl and I'm so, so proud of you.
Have a great weekend,
S
