To Sir: Part III

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Part 3 of the 4 part series

Updated 08/30/2017
Created 02/07/2017
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lilmew
lilmew
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It's been five months since my first letter to you, four months since the last time I held a full conversation with you, and here I thought I'd lost all sense of time after the first two weeks of no contact with you.
But I've been well, well enough without you,
Busy enough to not think about you.
Your lurking presence at the back of my mind no longer a priority, and here I THOUGHT I was doing so well.

I saw your picture today, and for the first time in months my defenses crumbled.
The presence you have forever emblazoned in my most secret nature lost the chains of restraint.
I'm no longer safe.
Your chaos is making its presence known to my
Every thought, memory, sense.
Last night, I closed my eyes as I felt my own power filter through me.
No longer is it given in exchange for peace.
No longer is it giving me peace.
Drugged, I could do nothing as it flowed through me unbidden.
I could only taste, feel, and smell.
Drunk on my newly freed nature I stripped before the mirror,
Cupping my breasts as you would,
Twisting my nipples as you would,
Stroking my throat as you would,
Watching my hands work their way down my imperfect body to stroke my throbbing pussy as you would,
Staring at the mirror as if watching your ministrations on me as you so loved.
I watch my body flush, my nipples harden, my breasts swell under this maddening lust that I know cannot be satisfied tonight.
My clit making it known that even the air in the room tortures me softly, my dripping pussy a testament.
But I know that need cannot be met.

I closed my eyes and and allowed myself to just feel.
I thought I'd feel pleasure. I hoped it would be pleasure.
It. Was. Not.
Instead I felt the sting of your hands on my ass, over and over again.
I felt the kiss of your belt crisscross over your red handprints as you alternated between the two.
My back lit up with each stroke from the flogger,
Making me dance to your rhythm and sing your written song
That you composed upon my body, your lyrics spilling from my lips in only your tune.
I felt your heavy hands landing on my breasts,
Each slap a staccato.
But the crescendo, Sir…
When I felt your hands striking my vulnerable pussy,
Your flesh slapping my sopping wet pussy,
Each slap spreading an electrical fire throughout my body as you've found your final note -

“Thank you, Sir.”

And suddenly I'm thrown back to my present, a chest full of bricks,
Naked on the bed,
Fingers buried deep in your pussy,
Nipples painfully hardened to a peak they haven't been for far too long,
Sweat covering my body, making my reflection glisten,
My hair damp and matted to the pillow,
My power suddenly gone, the bricks on my chest weakening me,
But this time is different.
This time, I don't let the tears flow.
This time I let the silence envelop me once again.
I let my old friends welcome me back into their cold embrace.
They surround me as they beckon me deeper and deeper into their clutches.
My emotions are left stranded on the shore.
Indifference laps at my toes as its tide comes in slowly.
I feel the cold waters working their way up my body until I'm finally
Floating,
Drifting,
Existing.
I'm pulled further out into my sea of Resignation and allow the Darkness to guide me to rest in the bosom of Silence once more.
But this time, I still feel the heat of the sting on my ass as it pulses in my cool waters
Stinging heat spreads across my ass, and I get no reprieve even as I allow my waters to blanket me.

“Thank you, Sir.”

lilmew
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lilmewlilmewover 6 years agoAuthor

@anon - oh good, I thought I deleted your comment by mistake, but I appreciate the feedback. Going back through it again I see what you mean.

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