Dear Master (2 page)

Thank you for your email. I enjoyed your frankness and candor, and believe that what you are telling me is the truth. If this relationship is to go further, you understand, then I must stress
complete honesty at all times
.
This must be the case for both of us. I should tell you that since my advert, I have received a great number of applications, but yours was by far the stand-out.

You got me hard, Slut.

You sound like just what I am looking for and I hope that what I am suggesting here is also something that interests you. What I would like to suggest is - at first - a training period. By this I mean that I will suggest certain tasks for you to complete, and you will report back to me via email. Then, when I think it is a suitable time, we will finally meet in person.

But until that time, though, you must think of this as your ‘training’. I am here to instruct you, to shape you, to model you into a subservient slut. From this moment on, I will address you only as Slut, and you will address me only as Master.

Is that clear?

You are right to look around yourself, Slut, and wonder if I am out there, watching you. Because the thing is, I probably am. I could be anyone. I could be the old man on the bus next to you, or the guy with salt-and-pepper hair who passes you in the corridor at work. 

Okay then Slut, if you are definitely serious about this, then here is your first assignment:

Do not masturbate for a week
.

No matter how horny you get, no matter
what
happens, you must not touch yourself.

Do you understand?

And then, exactly seven days from now, I want you to sit down at your computer and tell
exactly
what you’re thinking: I want you to write down your most candid, most secret sexual fantasies. And once you have finished, I will allow you to touch your pussy and relieve yourself, but only as long as you tell me exactly how wet you are.

I look forward to your reply,

Master 

I feel excited and honored that you have chosen me to be your slut. I want to be the best little slut I can possibly be for you. I feel weirdly close to you already, even though we’ve only sent a couple of emails. I will make you satisfied with me, I promise. I will do exactly what you say. I will give myself up to you completely. It feels so good think that I am yours now. It feels kind of like a relief. I hope that I’ve not said too much here. I don’t want to put you off me in some way. I’m just excited that this is finally happening and I want to be honest with you, as you asked me to. I promise I will only tell you the truth at all times.

Thank you for giving me my first assignment. I followed it, right down to the letter.

I did not touch myself, even when I was washing myself each morning in the shower. I made sure that my fingers didn’t touch anywhere that might turn me on, even slightly: my pussy, my nipples or my ass. I didn’t even touch the soft insides of my thighs, Master, as I know that that sometimes that gives me tingles, too.

As the week went on, I found myself getting more and more horny. Suddenly the sheer fact that I
wasn’t
able to relieve myself by cumming made me want to, so
so
badly. I found myself thinking the wildest, most horny thoughts at inappropriate moments, and especially in public.

Yesterday morning, for instance, I woke up feeling so sexy, so horny that I knew it was going to be especially hard not to give in to my temptations.

When I got dressed after my shower — and I hope I haven’t broken the rules by doing this — I put on my slinkiest, sexiest underwear, to kind of sweeten the pain, just a little.

I chose a tiny black g-string, and I found myself enjoying the feeling of this silky slip of material touching softly against my tender pussy lips and sliding snugly between my ass cheeks, Master.

On the bus, I found myself focusing on the steady buzz of the engine, coming up through my seat, and I could feel my pussy beginning to tingle and throb, as my head once more filled with dirty, sexy thoughts.

I looked around the bus until I saw an older man: he was in his late thirties, Master, with salt and pepper hair, dressed in a smart black business suit, and I imagined that he was you.

I imagined him getting up from his seat and walking over to me, right there on the crowded morning bus, and in front of all the many passengers I imagined that he stood in front of me and tugged his big hard cock out of his pants. I imagined him telling me to suck it like a good little slut. And I imagined myself closing my eyes and leaning forward and taking his hot, thick, hard cock in my tender mouth, closing my lips around its smooth, warm, velvety head and sucking him eagerly until he pulsed his hot cum onto my tongue and into the back of my throat, while all the passengers on the bus watched on, aghast, thinking to themselves what a filthy, dirty little slut I was!

And that is the fantasy that I am thinking again now, as I write this to you, Master. That’s my dirtiest darkest fantasy, I think.

I want to kneel before you, my Master, dressed in my prim office clothes, and suck you and suck you until you cum in my mouth, my pussy throbbing and aching for you as your cum spurts onto my tongue, filling up my mouth, and then finally I will slip my fingers just once into my panties, feeling my clit all swollen and tingling, and I will work it in tight little circles until I cum against my hand …

I’m going to do it now, Master.

Just as you instructed, I’m finally going to slip my hand between my legs.

And I should tell you before I do that I promise I’ve not touched myself for the whole seven days, just as you instructed, and today, because it’s a Saturday, I’m wearing a white vest top and tight black yoga pants and I have my hair tied up in a girly ponytail and beneath my pants I’m wearing a bright pink thong.

I’m sitting here at my computer, Master, in the corner of the living room of my apartment, and Kaitlyn, my suite mate, is out at her Pilates class for another half an hour, and I have been waiting
so long
for this moment, Master.

Thank you for doing this to me.

Thank you for denying my pleasure until this moment …

Okay, I’m going to do it now, just as you instructed. I’m going to touch myself and then tell you about it …

Oh god, that was so fucking good!

I slipped my trembling fingers down very slowly over my belly, feeling the tingles already as my fingertips slid beneath the tight waistband of my yoga pants, then my panties. At first I just touched my pubic hair, which at the moment is clipped very short and tidy in a neat little triangle. And then I moved my fingers down a little further, until they touched against my clit.

I promise I am telling you the truth here Master, when I say that I have never felt it
quite
so hard as it was just now, and it was so sensitive I almost couldn’t touch it. As soon as my fingertips brushed against it, I trembled and shuddered, letting out a little involuntary groan.

Then I moved down further, Master, first brushing the shaved outer lips of my pussy which, I realized with a gasp, were already
completely
soaking wet with my juices.

As I let my fingers finally slip gently inside my pussy, I found that I was wetter than ever before. My pussy felt so hot and slick, really gooey and soft and wet and before I could stop myself, I’d begun finger fucking myself, working first one then two fingers in and out of my hot eager cunt, then sliding them back up again and toying with my rock-hard clit again.

All the while, I was thinking of you, Master: I was thinking of sucking you, of fucking you, of giving my body up to you completely, for you to use however you so desired.

I came within seconds, Master.

Thank you.

Yours,

Slut

Very good. Very good indeed. You have completed your first assignment to my intense satisfaction and I am
extremely
pleased with your progress so far. You are proving to be exactly what I am looking for, and I look forward to meeting you in person, soon, and pushing you to your absolute limits. But first, before all that, there is still an awful long way to go. Your training as a slut has only just begun, you see.

Do not get impatient, Slut, because I will tell you this now: I am going to make you wait a long time.

I am going to push you to your limits.

I am going to make you beg me to fuck you. 

You mentioned that your dirtiest fantasy was to suck a man like me in public? Well, that’s interesting, because the next thing I want you to do will also take place in public.

What I would like you to do for your next assignment is to humiliate yourself in front of a complete stranger. If you are to truly be my slut,  you see, then you must first get rid of all your shame. You must live only to serve me and my desires.
You must not take into account your own shame.

Is that clear?

So, as before, I would like you to go a week without masturbating. In fact, here is a new rule:
From now on, unless I directly instruct you to, you must never touch yourself in a sexual manner.

Is that understood, Slut?

Okay, so what I would like you to do is this: After a full week without masturbating, I want you to go into work without wearing any panties beneath your skirt. And then on your lunch break, I want you to choose the most crowded place you can find - somewhere really busy - and I want you to masturbate there until you cum.

Once you have done this, I want you to go back to work and, from your work computer, write me an email telling me every single last detail about your experience.

I look forward to reading your account, Slut.

Master 

Oh fuck.

I’m still trembling.

I’ve just got back.

I’m typing this from my cubicle in the office. Shit.

My hands are still shaking.

I can’t believe I just did that.

Okay, okay. I’ll start from the start. I just need a moment or two to calm down …

But first of all, I would like to say thank you again for giving me another chance to prove myself as a submissive slut for you. I am determined to lose all sense of shame, just as you want me to, and to do only as you instruct me from now on, Master. I have done as you said and not touched myself sexually once, even though I wanted to many times, and my mind has been swirling almost constantly with more dirty, depraved thoughts than I ever thought I could have Master.