6 comments/ 3526 views/ 2 favorites Army Dom Ch. 03: Dear Sir By: restrainedqueen He claimed he was coming to get me the day after, but he never showed. I wasn't surprised, but hurt-a feeling I could never get accustomed to. Five more days passed. On the third day I had a moment of weakness and texted him, which he read and never replied. Such a trivial thing made me hit the wall, because it brought back everything I resented. I gritted my teeth and cried angrily, but calm overcame me-I sat down and wrote him a letter. It was the surest way to get everything out without losing control of my emotions. It was ten days since I left home. I was getting ready to go out with my best friend when I heard his voice downstairs. Sure enough he came up. He looked the worse I had ever seen him as I stood there in my party dress and heels, him in his army uniform. He was much more composed this time around. He sat on the edge of the bed and looked me up and down as I put on my mascara and tried to be as nonchalant as possible. "Crystal, I came to tell you that I've been deployed for a year, I leave tomorrow morning. I got the news just now, I wanted you to know. I had to take someone else's spot on a team." Our eyes met in the mirror and I knew mine were becoming red and watery. He continued. "I've been doing a lot of thinking. In the beginning I showed you how much I love and appreciate you. I remember I told you how proud I was to have you as my possession. I wanted to show you off in public and show a bit of control just to establish what we have, but most of it would remain discrete and private-the bond we had as husband and wife, as Dom and sub. I assured you that I didn't believe in abuse of power and humiliation. So you trusted me, you gave me all of you, physically and otherwise. And I violated that trust and ultimately abused the gift of submission you thought I deserved. I lost control-the very first thing that I taught you, and based our relationship on. Look, I am sorry, all I want is to know that we are ok, where I am going I don't know if there is any means of contact." It was too much. That was probably the apology I needed all along. I turned towards him and looked at him for far too long. I walked over to stand between his legs and hold his face in my hands. I bent over and kissed him, while he wrapped his hands around my waist. In between kisses I mumbled. "Goodbye, Sir. Take care of yourself." He smiled, as I withdrew and handed him the letter I had by the bedside. "Read this later." A long hug, some gentle affectionate words, and he was gone. "Dear Sir, There is so much I want to say I hope that I can express it well enough in this letter. I know we have had heart wrenching time apart—time to think about our dying relationship. You see, you were the one that I loved most and you drove me crazy, just wanting you. I wanted it all with you, I couldn't be happier. You said all the right things, you guided our relationship to almost magical heights and I trusted you. Everything was perfect, you promised me a life where we could always be looking for new ways to pleasure each other, ultimately growing together. You already know I am a natural submissive-but the gift of submission is one to be taken seriously. Through my bad experiences, I was unwilling to submit so strongly to someone unless I thought they truly deserved it. I believed that you did and I gave you everything-my body, heart, mind and soul. I gave you my physical body to bring you pleasure and over time all you did was use and abuse me, in a way that we both know could not have been pleasurable for me. I gave you my heart- and you abused me emotionally. You took the fact that I loved you so much for granted, you thought I would have always been there regardless of your actions. Imagine I was so insignificant that you could not find 2 seconds of your day to reply to messages I sent you. When I brought up concerns I had, you had no time or dismissed them like they were not important. You made me doubt myself, thinking I was being too trivial or unreasonable. You always left me on edge, uneasy, in lingo. The things you do and say confuse me sometimes and you leave it unexplained. I gave you my mind, because I let you control many of my actions and behaviour. But I wanted this too, because I was your prized possession. But then you got my mind in a different way, because pleasing you became harder and harder to do, and all I thought of was you and I let it consume me. I tried hard to continue loving and pleasing you because maybe deep down I felt pity. Pity that you were through war and other hardships that came with that-and perhaps you had a different take on life. So I believed that you deserved at least my care and love amidst your difficulties. Lastly I gave you piece of my soul when I married and submitted to you- and that I cannot take back unlike my body, heart and mind. What we shared connected us forever, and no matter what I do, you will always be a part of me. So here it is. Sir, this is the last time I will be calling you that. I no longer want to be your wife, nor your sub. I have made up my mind and no matter what you say or do, I will never look back. It had nothing to do with your circumstances, but your choices. I could have lived 10 years with you deployed if I knew you cherished me. You took everything from me and if I ever return to you, I will have nothing for myself. I just wanted to let you know these things, so that the next woman that submits to you, you will know better and treat her with the care and respect she deserves. So I am going to take care of myself. Please take care of yourself too. Crystal" It was the hardest year of my life, tearing away and fighting to not give in to the temptation of wanting him. I cried so much, at home, in public, I resorted to blaming it on allergies. He never knew where I went. I heard he was broken, but perhaps he was long before I left him. I had the scars of four failed relationships to deal with and I was getting better. Maybe I was ready for the real One, the One who would show me the true beauty of submission. They meet again. Another anonymous hotel room, TV jabbering softly in the background, no conversation needed. She undresses, drops the dress on the floor. She's not worn any underwear. As instructed. He unbuttons his shirt, drops it next to his trousers. Her eyes track the bulge in his briefs and she smiles, that first shock of lust spreading out through her body, replacing the excitement and nervousness she always feels just before they meet. He looks at her as she stands there; her firm ass pushed up by the heels; nipples hard against the perfect curve of her breasts; legs slightly apart, emphasizing the smoothness of her soft mound; and he smiles. His pulse beats harder in his chest as he walks over, feeling his cock stiffen and grow as he drinks in her sensual beauty and the look of unbridled lust on her face. She keeps still and quiet; she wants to be a good girl for him. His hand caresses her luscious buttocks, drawing circles on her skin, slowly, carefully, then on up to her back. He stands behind her, his hand now moving round to find her tight, hard nipple and squeeze it. She shudders, smiling innocently, as he gently bends her forward. She takes hold of the chair back, bracing herself. He continues to squeeze her nipples, first one, then the other, alternating soft with hard, until she feels them start to burn with pain and pleasure. His cock twitches as it pushes against her satin smooth skin, and it is with an effort that he steadies himself, pulls back from impaling her right there and then. He can feel the heat coming off her, can start to smell her excitement and he masks a groan of frustrated lust as he moves away and brings his hand down on that tight backside. Again, then again he spanks her. Slowly, carefully, each stroke arriving on time and making her sting. As the pain builds so does her arousal, she starts to shudder and sway, involuntarily pushing her backside out to receive what she so desires. He steps out of his briefs, his cock by now painfully hard, breathing hard and fast. As he walks out in front of her, her eyes track his engorged member and her mouth opens greedily and she smiles; so does he. He sits in the chair, leaning back, stiff and hard and he tells her: "Come over here and sit on my lap." Quickly she obeys, legs wrapping round him, feeling his cock twitch as it presses against her wet slit. His hands grab her ass, pull it up as his hand pulls himself up at just the right angle. She slides down, feeling herself penetrated by the cock she craves so much, mouth open as she gasps. So does he. The sensation as his cock is enveloped by her tight, wet throbbing cunt is almost more than he can bear. His mouth hungrily sucks on her nipples as his hands push her down onto him, forcing himself deeper into her. For a timeless moment the world reduces to nothing but the feel of his cock in her cunt, hot, wet, tight. He can feel the cold on his thighs when she moves up as she rides him as her wetness spreads, her hands on his shoulders, a look of concentration on her face. Waves of pleasure envelop his cock, he feels her start to throb and his answering response; he holds her tight, stopping the movement. She looks at him, eyes wide open and appealing to be allowed to finish. He smiles. "Turn around," he says. She gets up - such an obedient girl! - and does so, backing towards him, offering her other hole as he lubes his wet, throbbing cock. She looks straight into the mirror in front of the chair, watching his cock disappear into another of the holes that he owns. Bracing herself carefully, she slides down his cock, gasping as her tight ass is violated. As she rides him his hand moves to her clit, rubbing, squeezing, making her gasp and moan and shudder, her ass squeezing his cock tight as she moves. He slaps her cunt, just the right amount of pleasure and pain and finally it's too much for her. Her orgasm has her bending back, spine arched, gasping, moaning, sobbing, pushing down so very hard to take it all. His floodgates burst as he feels her shudder, his cock spasms and hot, thick cum spurts deep, deep inside her. As she feels him pump into her she squeals, lost in the moment, oblivious to anything else. He holds her close as their breathing starts to slow, relishing her warmth, her softness, her smooth body. He tries to speak, coughs, then starts again. "Good girl." Dear Sir, I Love Your.... Dear Sir, I Love Your……. I love your cock. I love the sight of it. I love the call of it. I love everything about it. I love to watch your cock as it appears slowly over the band of your underwear. I love the smell of your musk as it drifts towards my nose like a warm, wafting breeze. The sight of the little slit at the top begging me to kiss, to lightly lick. I love to kiss it. I love to taste all of it. I love to admire all of it. I love to watch the soft sway of your balls as you bend to remove your underwear, and how your cock bobs up and down like a lure on the water of my desire for you. Your tender dark curls framing the object of my most devoted worship, curls that beg for my fingers to entwine. I love to rub it. I love to rub all of it against my lips. I love to touch your cock, caress it with my lips closed feeling the silky heat of the skin. I breath your scent deeply, loving the way my head is spinning with intoxication. I run my fingertips up the length of your cock from base to tip, slowly, oh so slowly, rubbing my lips and nose into your sweet curls. I look at that smooth, long shaft admiring the deepening pinks and reds as the head begins to blush, bluish veins running the surface like tributaries pulsing with life. I gently kiss the tip with moist, yielding lips. I hear your sharp intake of breath. I love to kiss it. I love to kiss all of it. To wrap my small, warm hand around it and stroke your velvet skin, to tease you, to play with you, to twirl my fingertips around the head like I twirl a wayward curl out of my eyes. I love to hold your cock when it's soft, only to be thrilled to feel it grow in my palm like a blade of grass that rises to the loving sun. I press my cheek to your balls, feeling your throbbing pulse, the hot skin drawing up slightly at the feel of my warm, moist breath upon those two precious jewels. I love to run my thumb up the underside of your delicious cock, rubbing lightly against the split in the head and traveling still higher to feel the first of your sweet nectar rising to the tip. I love your cock. I love everything about it. I love to push you down onto the bed to get you comfortable for my worship. Your cock bounces against your thigh, igniting my passion as I watch you shift into a comfortable position, one with pillows propping you high to look into my lust-heavy eyes. I love your bell shaped head, the heavy weight of your balls between your legs, the way you stomach twitches as I run my fingernails lightly up those wonderfully furred thighs. I love the ever increasing blush of your skin, swelling as if it entice my lips to envelope you. I love you cock. I love the very look of it. I love to make your pulsing flesh the center of our secret world, where you can be freely unashamed to be nude and vulnerable before me. Where I can be supple before you, throwing aside feminine pride to the need to feel your desirable flesh sliding into my mouth, to taste you, to pleasure you, like this…….. My tongue, flat, wide and full grazes the top of your cock ever so lightly as I settle my body down between your warm thighs, my breasts resting ever so close to your balls, soft and hot against your skin. I slowly drag the ultra-smooth underside that same tongue back over the top of your sensitive head and down the underside of the shaft to your ever-tightening testicles. I place wet, gentle kisses first on your right testicle then your left, switching between the two, right, left, then right again, nuzzling them with my cheeks and my soft, wavy hair. I rub your balls with my hair, wrapping your cock with the length and slowly raising my head way so that you can feel the silky pull of those soft strands around your flesh. I do this again and again, reveling in your pleasured moans, the sweetest music to my ears. I dip back down to your balls and begin to lap at them like a sweet popsicle on a summers day, long dragging passes over your hot, salty skin. I love the feel of your skin tightening as you feel the little bumps on my tongue tickling you to new heights of pleasure. Your fingers wind into my hair, tugging very lightly as you feels my fingertip graze over that space between your tight pucker and your balls. I nudge your heavy aching jewels out of the way and place small, soft kisses on that little area of skin; I feel your legs tremble slightly. The tip of my tongue flicks out quickly to touch that tender skin, little fluttering licks to tease gasping breaths out of you. I lick my way back up to your jewels very lightly nibbling on your soft skin, then taking one then the other; I suck those hot orbs into my mouth, massaging them with my lips, tongue and cheeks. Your legs shake a little more now and much to my pleasure I feel moisture running down my thigh. Your moans are making me dizzy. I know that you love my teasing as much as I do, but I know that I can't go another minute without your long, penetrating flesh in my mouth, and with your fingers pulling a little more firmly at my hair I know that you can't wait much longer either. You push up eagerly with your hips and I know that your need to feel my warm, wet mouth is very great. I submit my tongue to your will by trailing it full and flat back up your shaft, swirling its spongy wetness around your now purple head, around and around, faster, faster, and tasting your sweet and salty juices, moaning deeply in the back of my throat. You can't take it any longer as you grasp both sides of my head and pushing your hips up your delicious cock sides full into my waiting mouth. We both moan loudly as my wetness envelopes your throbbing heat. I can feel your heartbeat on my tongue. I slide your cock back out of my mouth, lips tugging at your skin, till you are almost out of my wet haven. I suck the head with my soft lips for a second then slide them back down the shaft, moving my tongue from side to side as I go. On the second pass up I very, very lightly run my teeth over your hyper-sensitive skin, suck again, and then glide back down, wiggling my tongue against the underside of your shaft yet again. Your body is positively shaking now as I repeat my loving attention over and over, sometimes twisting my head slowly on the down stroke, sometimes sucking you on the up stroke, alternating between sucking your mushroom head and running my tongue around it in quick circles. You want to come, you absolutely have to come. Your fingertips are barely touching my hair as you are carried on the waves of pleasure rioting through your body, I can feel your concentration against my lips as your cock gets harder then even I thought it could get, your balls tight against your body. You rock your hips faster in time as my mouth delves down your hard flesh. I moan for your release, my body on fire, my thighs soaked to the knees. I cup your tight jewels in one of my palms and rub your quivering pucker with two of the fingers of my other hand. I massage those tight orbs lightly, tapping your squeezing anus with my fingertips as I drive my hot, wet mouth down your rock hard cock, over and over. For just a second I raise my mouth from your aching rod and looking you right in the eyes I ask, "Please?" This proves to be your undoing, between my word, soft lips and tongue, massaging palm, and gently tapping fingers you unravel into my eagerly waiting mouth. Your sweet and salty juices flood my senses, coating my tongue and throat with your pleasure, you're growling groan filling my ears, your body jerking and shaking in the throes of your spurting explosion of lust. Your cock, my tongue, my hands, your surrender. You come and come and come. Dear Sir/Madam Thank you for taking the time to answer my advert. You wrote asking me to tell of my deepest fantasies and secrets, in order for you to judge whether I'm suitable to be trained as your slave. I am 23 years old, I have large breasts, I think a 36D nowadays, I try not to wear a bra. I feel it is a mark of my servitude for all to see to allow them to hang free, available to grope and touch as people see fit. I am a size 12, and have a shaved pussy. My hair is long and brunette. My fantasies are simple in essence, I believe I was placed on this earth to serve others. Be they male or female. I have never said no to a request in all my years. I exist to serve. I have no right to an opinion and no right to refuse a request. I feel I have not successfully found anyone to collar me effectively as yet, simply because people are scared of the authority I place in them. I dream of being collared to the both of you. I wish to wear a collar and nothing else in order to be able to serve you at all times. I do not want to be allowed out of the house alone, preferring to take my toilet breaks, when permitted, on collar and leash outside. Accidents of course must be punished thoroughly. I understand and welcome this humiliation. I would beg that pain form some part of my training. I am in need of pain to complete me in some way. I can take anything my most trusted owners. Please, I beg you to hurt me. Whip me harder than you've ever whipped a slut before. Pierce and pin me, I long to wear your rings and chains and to show the world that I'm owned. I have experienced electrodes in my cunt and ass before and found the excruciating pain the most intense feelings I have ever had. I want to be the lowest of the low. Lower even, than your dog. I want you to make me service him when required. Wouldn't you love to witness me writhing in pain my Lord and Lady? When his knot forces into my gaping cunt and refuses to move for a half hour? Would you like to take pictures and plaster them across the net to compound my humiliation and have other people feel envious of your completely submissive cunt? Make me take his huge dog cock into my mouth and swallow his gallons of cum. I believe you own a farm? I would willingly expose myself to the animals for your pleasure. Maybe you could make more money through using me? Sell tickets to your friends and let them watch me be violated by your largest stallions? His huge 18inch cock ripping right into my womb. You could sell me to your friends for them to violate and abuse me too. I would be your hooker. I would happily service large groups of people if it made you happy. Maybe I could be your toilet slut? They could all stand around and piss in my mouth? I would endure the grossest humiliation to make you happy. Would you like to laugh at me catheterised with piss leaking from the tube hanging down my belly as I hang upside down from the beams covered in welts from my latest beating? Maybe then you could put the enema nozzle into my ass and pump a litre of soapy water into my bowels and belly, watching me as I grow and start groaning at the pressure building there. Take me down, turn me upright and watch my face as I struggle to keep the load in fighting against gravity. Then howl with laughter as you make me dance for yourselves and your friends before finally allowing me to relieve myself in front of you all on a pile of straw. Quite simply my fantasies are to be degraded and dehumanised in any way you see fit my Master and Mistress. I exist simply to please you and amuse you. Please reply soon. Yours Summer xxx * * * * * Thanks for reading this somewhat 'shorter' than usual entry folks. Feel free to email me with feedback if you like. But please don't get angry at me. I write from inside of me, my deepest fantasies. Fantasy is just that though, and I wouldn't condone non-consensual sex of any kind. So would the 'you are sick' brigade please refrain from telling me that yet again. Those that share my fantasies though…. Well say hi :o)