| Straight: BDSM: A Letter from Jenna (1/4) |
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Hello, my name is jenna, and i am a wife, a slave, and a soulmate to my Master, Jared. i am all of these things willingly, freely and joyously. i serve my Jared because it gives me pleasure to do so. i have given myself to Him, and in taking me, He has given Himself to me. W/we are One Life, One Love… One perfect Union. My Master loves me, and in His love i have come to know the sincere peace that makes me feel safe and truly complete. JaredMaster uses me for His own pleasure and in doing so, He allows me pleasure of my own. i serve my Master at this very moment. He studies a great deal, and when He does i am allowed to serve Him in quiet gentle ways. He reads, tonight, for pleasure; and while i am encouraged to read as well, tonight He has asked that i write. My service to JaredMaster in these quiet times varies. Sometimes i touch or suckle, sometimes i take notes that He dictates, but tonight, i am His lap table. Earlier i sat astride Him, face toward his feet while He fucked my eager cunt with His magnificent cock. When He was satisfied, He simply pushed me down on the bed between His legs and took up His book to read. Now i rest on my stomach between His long beautiful legs, with His book resting on my ass and my legs to either side of His waist and wrapped around His back, as His fingers play inside my cum filled cunny. Physical contact from my JaredMaster keeps a fire blazing inside me, so there is rarely a moment when in each other’s presence that O/our skin does not make contact. Yesterday, while W/we rested in the sun, my foot was against His leg. It sustained me; nurtured me throughout those moments in public when i am as any other woman. Resistance to open submission is difficult for me now. Not that i have to resist, because my Sweet Possessor does not forbid it openly, but W/we have chosen this path for O/our journey together as something for the two of U/us alone. There are few people in this world who understand the nature of O/our relationship and the depth of the love W/we share, so W/we choose not to waste a moment of explanation on anyone who would dismiss it as deviant. By the time W/we gave up the sun worship and returned to our home, i was so consumed with need… oh! Excuse me, my JaredMaster just inserted another finger in my cunny… As i was saying, back inside the house after resisting the urge to suckle for so long, i simply stripped off my suit and ran to get my collar and my Master’s whip. i returned to Him with one item in each hand and a pleading smile on my lips. It pleases my Master for me to ask to serve. With my collar in place He took me into the breakfast room. Before i continue, you should know that i designed the interior of our home with my service to my Master in mind. There are various devices for my training and discipline throughout O/our home that serve as other things as well. In the breakfast room there is a fern that hangs from a chain and a hook in front of the bay window. JaredMaster retrieved the tiny stool (that His 5’2” slave must have to reach the |
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well written and realistic
