1 comments/ 22107 views/ 1 favorites Letter to Mistress By: mummys dirty angel *** A note to the readers who know of my dirty mind... there is no sex here! Mistress, I sit here, my stomach still in knots. It's been this way for the last twenty-eight hours. And why? I have disappointed you. Made you angry. Betrayed you. A moment of reckless sluttiness has sent me on my way to having my greatest fear realised. Would you do it, Mistress? Would you leave me? You haven't called for hours. I have had no contact from you today. You normally write to me, you normally call me. Today there has been nothing. I am ashamed of my behaviour. I broke the rules, your rules. My body you own and I gave it to another. I am crumbling inside, feeling lost and insecure. I have felt safe with you for months, I trust you with my deepest, darkest thoughts. My wants and needs involve you. The long pauses between us are punishment enough. Is this your way to punish me slowly, to make me feel vulnerable, to get me to drop to my knees and wait for you? I'm waiting for you and still you don't call. I wonder if you are on your way, to punish me personally. Are you Mistress? I know the punishment will be harsh. I would feel your paddle and your rawhide flogger. They are your ultimate punishment toys. Because I know of your anger and disappointment, I very much doubt you would wear what I love you to be in; your heels and stockings. Today, if you were on your way, your clothes would be casual. There would be no need for teasing me. We won't be playing. Today, I would feel your anger. I know how you would do it. You would take me to my room and make me strip. I would need to do this painfully slow. Eye contact with you is vital, as I know you'd want to see my remorse. You would take delight in the fact that your submissive has transgressed and that now it was your time to bestow your wrath upon her. You would stand no more than four feet away from me, holding your paddle and your flogger. You would occasionally swish the flogger through the air, the cool breeze would whisper on my arms. When my clothes had dropped to the floor, leaving me naked and open, you would order me to lie on my bed, on my front. My arms and ankles would be bound to each corner. My final preparation would be my black thong that you would use to gag me. The thong, so important in my role as your submissive and your maid, I wear it when requested by you. You would stand at the side of my bed and unleash your rawhide flogger on my bottom. You would be relentless in your glory to teach me a lesson, a lesson that I would learn the hard way. I would plead for you to stop but I know my pleas would go unheard. My bottom would have to be glowing red and crimson before you halted your assault, it would be red hot and stinging like hell! When you stop the whipping I know that my punishment wouldn't be over. Why else would you bring your paddle? I know that my thighs would be where your next assault would begin. They would be open slightly and tender from the strands on your flogger. I would brace myself for the blows from the paddle. You would make sure my thighs burned as hot as my bottom. I would be crying and gasping around my thong, pleading for mercy, but I know I wouldn't get it. The tender creamy white of my inner thigh would be turning to the same crimson colour as my outer thigh and bottom as your paddle strikes me over and over. After you have finished with the paddle on my thighs, you would untie me from my bonds and order me onto my back. You would then again restrain my arms and ankles to the corners of my bed. I would have continuous eye contact with you and your toys. For you to use your rawhide flogger on me you would need to step onto my bed and stand between my spread legs. You would be in the position that I love you in, although this time I would derive no pleasure at all from it. Your flogger would rain down on my breasts. The main targets would be my nipples. Over and over you would strike them. When you were satisfied with the sore, brutal markings and inflamed nipples you would move lower. You would strike my legs and work your way up to my inner thighs. You would then finish my punishment by whipping my pussy. Your ultimate goal would be to mark it with your flogger's kisses, to make it sore and temporarily defunct. You wouldn't leave it at that either. You have relayed this punishment into me many times, threatening to use your paddle and flogger if I betrayed you with the sin that I have now committed. This is the punishment I have been dreading, for at the end there will be no release for me. You won't come up to me and cuddle me like you usually do. I won't feel the stroke of your fingers down my cheeks and this time I would not be rewarded with you squatting above my mouth. There would be little or no communication from you. You would leave me there, on my bed, bound and alone in the dark. Mistress, I am so ashamed for what I did and I will never do it again. I made a senseless mistake. Apart from your scolding yesterday you have barely said two words to me. The silence is a constant reminder that I maybe losing you. I am becoming empty. If you instruct me to remove my leather bracelet, i'll know that I have lost you forever. I understand your anger, but I need you now. I need to feel complete. Please forgive me. your submissive Letter to Mistress No. 02 Mistress, My leather bracelet now sits on my bedside table, a reminder of what I was and who you were. It has no purpose now. It sat on my right wrist from the day you acknowledged me as your submissive, a simple declaration that I was indeed yours. I betrayed you and the torment inside grows instead of subsiding. When you rang me I thought I had a reprieve. I picked up the receiver and said nothing then I heard your voice. "Take off your bracelet!" Before I could comprehend what you had said, the continuous tone of a hung up line was echoing through my ears. I dropped the phone and lowered my head. I began to shake as my greatest fear hit me. I reluctantly slipped it off my wrist and brought it to my lips, to feel you near me one last time. It's now been a few days and apart from your call there has been nothing from you at all. I often wonder what you are doing, especially the times when you and I would have been together. Although I am hurting I have got stronger. A dominant side to me has crept its way through the rubble. Just what would I do with you Mistress? Firstly, I would strip you in front of the large window that overlooks your street. I would hope that some of your neighbours would come out to see you. You like to exhibit yourself, don't you Mistress? One by one, your clothing would drop to the floor. All that's left on you would be your sexy hi-cut panties that you and I both love. I would pull the chair up to the window and bend you over it then bind your wrists to the top, after all, you are going to need something to grab hold of and it would turn me on so much to see your knuckles turn a ghostly white. I would tap your inner thighs, an indication that I want your legs spread. And Mistress, you will spread them once you see what I am holding. You remember my cane don't you? You were fearful of it when we switched places once. What was it that you said? Oh yes, this was it. "Don't you dare use that cane on me... I forbid you to use it!" Back then it seems I was a good girl and I obeyed your command. But now, I think I would take great delight in caning your creamy bottom. Are you ready to feel its kisses on you? I would so love to bless you with it. I would run the tip of the cane slowly down your spine and teasingly trace it around the curves of your breasts. To see you shudder and cringe would bring me so much pleasure. I would run my fingers over your panties, lightly stroking the edges as they slip to the apex at the front. From there I would edge your panties down your shapely legs until they reached your knees. You would now be ready Mistress! After every swipe I would want you to count. How many could you endure? I would have to carry on until I see your legs buckling. For some strange reason I would love to see your knees give out and to see you drop to the floor. The sight of your pink knuckles morphing into a deathly white shade, gripping and holding onto the chair would only fuel my dominance over you. Your resistance would be dissolving with every swish of the cane. Could you get to five? Could you get to ten? After I had caned you I would untie your wrists from the chair and get you on your knees. I would stand in front of you and lift up my long flowing skirt. You would then move your lips to my covered pussy and I would slowly relieve my bladder into your open mouth. My golden essence would seep through my thong and drip onto you. I would stop the flow and tell you to lower my thong and hand it to me. I would take it and put the soiled material into your mouth. While holding my skirt up I would resume my flow and pee over your hair, your face and shoulders. It would flow onto your breasts and trail its way down your stomach and drip from your pussy onto the floor. I would then move behind you and bind your wrists to your ankles and turn you around in full view of the window. Then it would be my turn to leave you. Goodbye, Mistress xxx