Mon Maitre,
I have to be strong for many people in my life. My daughter ... my family, and friends. Thank you for allowing me to both feel stripped of power, yet find the strength to endure.
After many days of torment, today you executed a well thought out plan. You brought me to the edge of ecstacy using your will to do it. You fed my humiliation and brought out my tears. You fucked me to the edge, and then drove me harder and faster. Closer, and then ...
Made me stop.
It wasn't the stopping that caused the pain ... it was the goodbye. I couldn't face it, and so I begged. I begged for you to stay with me, even for a moment, so I wouldn't be alone. Even though I throbbed for release, and still do ... I didn't beg for that ... only begged for you to not abandon me. Feeling merciful, you granted it. You calmed me and then left me. Alone and aching for only you. My pussy dripping down my thighs and my heart in a knot, because now I know you will be turning your attention elsewhere, and I will exist in torment for the next few days.
Days earlier your promised to break me when you finally let me cum. You have taunted me daily about possibly letting me cum, or possibly not. The days ensuing have been filled with dread, but also with a newfound appreciation for the sweetness of torment. Knowing that I will cum, and you will break me is ... well, the only way I can express it is sweet torture. Not being given a choice or having choices made for you is freeing in way that not everyone can appreciate. But in my life, where I have to be responsible for so many things, having to not make a choice is a freedom I relish.
Tomorrow you will be with your little kitten, and I, your whore, will be miserable. I will imagine your hands on her, her sweet kisses ... where you will touch her, and if you will give her the release that you denied me - and will you enjoy it more, and will I cease to exist for you in that moment. The what ifs in my brain will spin their infinite web.
And this pattern will repeat itself as the days of the weekend drag on ... and I wait until you are ready for your whore.
Until then, I will ache for you. I will find ways to distract myself from my throbbing cunt ... I will catch myself staring into space wondering what you are doing ... I will text you perverse thoughts with the hope that I stay in your thoughts even while you are caressing your kitten. I will document my thoughts as the weekend hours drag on.
And when you are ready for me, after enduring this sweet torture, I will beg you to break me.
With a love beyond reason,
your whore
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