Yearning

[jinxed]

It's wrong to write this email to you. I'm fully aware, yet unable to stop writing it. Almost one year without any contact and you still hold a power over me that I cannot escape. Only when I think of your hand slapping my face, your cock deep in my throat, your cum all over my face, ... am I able to orgasm.

I hate you for it. 

Our last conversation left me reeling. "She wanted me to talk about all the perverted things we would do to you when we fucked." Sick to my stomach I wanted you to disappear, wanted you out of my brain, my heart, my system. But you refused to leave. Whenever I closed my eyes, you appeared. You kissing her while I had to watch. You fucking her while I had to suck her nipples. You grabbing me by the hair and pushing my face into her wet pussy. 

In lack of your firm training, I started to train myself. I learned how to be grateful to her for making you happy. How to sit and wait patiently for your attention while you were caressing her tits, kissing her neck and telling her how much you preferred her shape over mine. How to endure her latest sadistic ideas on how to inflict *** on me. How to thank you for putting these ideas into action without any sign of pity for me. 

I hate you for it. 

With time, she became my mistress. I began to look forward to the nights when she would visit; when you would tell me to get myself ready, get dressed appropriately, put in the butt plug, be happy for you that you would see her again, then call me into the living room where I had to kneel in front of you so you could slap my face until I was ready to tell you that all I am good for is to ensure your pleasure; when she would finally enter your home, laugh and drink with you, anticipate what was to come with growing impatience, while I was kneeling in the corner, hands bound, mouth gagged, nipples clamped, clit throbbing, cheeks burning from your slaps, heart aching from this ***.

I love you for it. 

And now I am writing this email. Telling you that I am still yours. That even after all that has happened, you control my lust. You are the master of my desire. The next morning, I will read your answer in which you will tell me that after reading my words you dreamed of me. The whole night through. 

[Mi****]

Sounds like you were turned on by this, no? What happened?

[Br****]

That was some good writing good job 👍

[Cu****]

Nope....He Shall Kneel Before your "Velvet Taco"!! I will break him for you my sweet Queen!!

[Ch****]

Well written.

[ve****]

I relate to this so much!!!!!! Very nice writing!!!!! ❤️

[Olliver]

I read your words, and even if I am not the man from your past, I am the Master who understands your yearning. You wrote that you wanted to hear that someone dreamed of you—well, your words made sure of that. A soul as trained and broken as yours shouldn't be left waiting in the corner for too long. You are still owned by your desires, and tonight, those desires belong to me

[Ju****]

My heart aches from reading this. In a way, I feel as if I have lost something very personal to myself somehow.
Thank you for this. It is beautiful.