I miss you, Puss. It will be months until we meet again, in Venice. I haven't seen you for some time, since we left the castle where we spent three, intense days together, where I bound you to me you and you possessed me. The memory of your mouth on my cock, a last gift to me, in the car park, before you left on the train, is still vivid in my mind, your lips and tongue imprinted on my aching, hard erection.

Since you left, my parting gift to you, my cum, swallowed down, the minutes have grown into hours, days, weeks, months. Although we speak, reading each other's words daily, if we can, I miss our contact; I miss touching you, kissing you, your mouth upon me. I miss tying you to my bed, bending you over, spanking you, whipping you, fucking you, buggering you, every orifice, all of you belonging to me, I miss fucking you everywhere you wish, your mouth, your bottom, your pussy. I miss you, dressed in your finest lingerie, for us to stain with our juices as, for hours, we perspire and strain to fill and drink of ourselves. I know you want it as much as I do.

You belong to me, you gave yourself to me, you wear my collar upon which our names are engraved. I own you, yet you are not with me... for all the known reasons... and my heart aches. I must be with you again, even if only in spirit, or as described in our words; thoughts that become real; physical responses to our conjoined minds. We must plan a release, we must plan a rendezvous. I want you collared, leashed, kneeling at my feet, offered up to me completely, utterly, with no quarter.

I write, knowing that, suddenly, out of the blue, the circumstances of our separation offer a conjunction, an alignment, where we can meet with impunity. I must alert you to the fact before the moment is missed and we must wait again, interminably.

 

My Darling Puss,

I want you to know I treasure the gift you have given to me; your submission, I treasure it more than the air that I breathe, more than any sustenance, more than any wealth. Without a doubt, you have the most creative and delightful mind of anyone I have ever met. Your mind is more in tune with my wants and my desires than anyone I know.

And, because it's so important to me, I'm suffering loss, as I know you do, because we need to feed our desires. I must see you soon. We must connect. Send me a date when we can.

 

All my love,

EAC, your Master