the last symposium

I’m so lonely tonight.

Tell me what you’d do to me.

I hate being this far away from Her.

I need to be used, I need to be abused and hit and told what to do and how to move and that I need to fix my posture.  I need to wear my collar and be blindfolded and spanked senseless.  I need to be told when to come; I can’t without her command, no matter how close I get or how intensely I need to.  I’ve been dripping wet and writhing and it just won’t happen.  I need to know I’m pleasing her and feel her hands on my ass and in my cunt and all over my body.  I literally shake for wont of that contact, that rough love.

Because I know she loves me. 

One night, one of the few nights we’ve been able to be together that way, she tied me up and teased me senseless.  She slapped my pussy with the end of my leash and tugged on my collar and fucked me until I couldn’t help but cry out and like a greedy little slut beg for more.  She made me count how many spankings I got on my ass and my thighs and everything and it was so good and it hurt just the right way.  She put her fingers inside me and made me fuck myself, rocking my hips back against her until I felt myself come.  She made me clean off her hand, sliding my tongue between her fingers so I could taste myself.  I sucked them clean and didn’t stop after that. I wanted to taste her skin and she let me.

Afterwards she held me so close and told me how good I was.  She loves me so much and I miss her so much.  I miss the tug of my leash, the way I tremble when she buckles that collar around my neck.

I hope I can see you soon.

I love you.

—L