You know what I find almost more arousing than physical foreplay? Mental banter, the way one witty response sparks another. The feeling of trying to predict your partners next move. Its like chess but it excites some of the deepest parts of me. You know what the say “wit beyond measure is a man’s greatest treasure.” So how long is your wit? ;) Why don’t you email me and tell me all about it? (and yes that is a dick joke. hahaha.)
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I know what you’ve heard about me. I can be harsh and cruel and such a tease…but I promise you there’s more. Submitting to me brings you such pleasure and you already know it’s true just by looking into my eyes and realizing that you aren’t even worthy of this goddess’ mercy. Give me your trust, release all your fears and desires unto me and I PROMISE you will be safe. You will also be filled with pleasure beyond your wildest dreams. I would never hurt you, pet…that is unless you cross me. Punishment for failing to follow my instruction is not cruel, it is a learning opportunity for you to better serve me. That is what you want isn’t it? 
Every morning I went to the same coffee shop before work and every morning the same barista made my coffee, Everyday I would harmlessly flirt with him. I was pretty sure he had a girlfriend but I wasn’t about to ask. I arrived at the coffee shop at 7:24am like always. pulled up to the drive through window, and Like every morning Greyson took my order, and like every morning I flirted my ass off. The banter flowed easily, Him giving me shit about how specific my order was. My response was that he should be talking shit to the one who introduced me to it. This made him laugh because it was him, He introduced me to my complicated mocha on my first trip to his stand. He handed my cup to me through the window and told me to have a great day.
It was getting late, and I was on my… shit was this my 5th or 6th john daily? I shrugged to myself did it really matter? No. I took a big sip before placing the drink on our table and grabbing my pool cue. I started absentmindedly stroking it up and down, waiting for my turn. Then I felt his eyes on me. Pulling me out of my zoned out haze. I realized then what had caught his attention. Most would have stopped. But I was feeling a bit… risque. I smirked and started to stroke it more intentionally as I lined up my shot. I could feel his eyes on me the whole time. I stroked my hand down from the tip tell my hand found a comfortable place to grip. Then my elbow came back and I landed my stroke perfectly on the cue ball. It hit the 3 into the corner pocket. Oh was he distracted. Fucking me with his eyes. Staring to long at my lips as if thinking of all the things this pretty mouth could do. He’d have to beg to find out. I stepped back from the table resuming the stroking of my cue, slowly, starting just below the tip and sliding it down the stick. He missed his shot. I laughed. Oh so distracted. I would win this game for sure…. 
I’m in the mood for a party and I’d like for you to be the guest of honor.
January has come and gone. I hope you had a great first month of the 
I can’t wait to get my revenge on her tight little ass when I get to
Another Pathetic pet Email 
Thank you for training me, Sir. You asked me so many times if I knew what I was getting into and I agreed. I do want to be your girl. I know that
I always get excited when I know I’m going to go see Daddy again. Something about him turns me into this naughty little girl who wants nothing more than to please Daddy. I spend so much time picking out the perfect tight little outfit to cram my ass and tits into so Daddy only has to take one look at me and his cock will be rock hard and standing at attention for his baby girl to come and take care of. I love to wrap my lips around his hard cock while he plays with my hair and is talking dirty in my ear. It makes me so wet when Daddy tells me how bad he wants my sweet little pussy on his face. I’d love nothing more than to be sliding Daddy’s cock inside of me right now… |
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