i grow more eager to be trained to serve You as each day goes by. i cannot wait to be on my knees for You, hopefully sometime this week. i have been thinking about being physically disciplined. i know that i am afraid of being hurt, but lately i think about You punishing my disobedience with a riding crop. i know that the act of being whipped with a leather strip meant for a ridden animal would keep my slavish cunt wet for You. the riding crop is such a dignified and time honored disciplinary tool, i think.
today, this image aroused me but i was a good fuck toy for You and i did not masturbate.
i think about how You used to tell me You wanted me to serve You perfect martinis and then kneel beside You, waiting to be told how to please You next. i now find this idea immensely arousing. i would like to do this every day with different kinds of outfits. see thru lingerie, corsets and fish nets, a french maid's dress, or nothing but a collar for You to grab me by- whatever struck Your fancy on a certain day. i like to think about this now but only when i am so sleepy that i can go without fingering my wet cunt. i will miss You when You are out of town. i hope to see You before You leave.
thank You,
kittyslut
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