Dear Mistress

Dear Mistress,

Though I am writing this for an audience, consider this a part of my submission. I can think of a no more humiliating or degrading act of sexual subservience than to broadcast my status as a bitch, slut, whore or whatever name you chose to call me.

My readers may assume this is a rhetorical device. Let me spare a moment to reassure them. Though this is published - Literotica is not the primary audience. Including anonymous strangers in a prepared list of sexually submissive ideas seemed natural once I began considering how to best convey the depths of my depravity.

There are some things left out of this letter. Encompassing the entirety of anyone's sexual imaginings would be impossible - harder still for someone to truly struggles to write anything less than a thousand words. I have not shared with you my intention to gather my ideas into a letter, so let me leave out many of the more mainstream and truly enjoyable acts already experienced (and anticipated) to avoid the violation of having shared details of our sex life without your consent.

But let me state for the record that I would not surprise mrssecondsamuel with a sex story - for after forty of them - what would be the surprise? Instead, I delight at the thought of showing you my endless appetite for submission and letting you chose how to make me serve you. Like many men reading, there is nothing shameful or scandalous I will not do to satisfy my secret sexual urges.

Let me started with a distinction without a difference. Though you and many others have called me Daddy in bed, this is more fiction than fact. Drill a little deeper, and I will scream out that Mommy can do whatever she likes to me in bed. Why is there this difference? Is there something inherent in a male's sexual prowess that prevents him from using the same dependent and demeaning term that it ubiquitous among even vanilla forms of erotica? Perhaps the role reversal, the need to vocalize independently such a need to see myself belittled makes every time I call out Mommy that much more pleasurable.

I know I could be Daddy. And yet something inside me begs to be treated as the opposite. No - that's not quite enough - there are so many things a true sissy does that no woman would ever submit to. Many decry switches as not real doms or subs. But that I could at any moment elect for a blow job or a fuck and instead submit makes me all the more a willing tool for your pleasure.

Because at my most base level I do not even have a cock. Mommy lets me call it a penis, a peepee, a dicklet, or anything else that conveys a humiliation at its size. Inches aren't the purpose behind the name - the point again is your pleasure, always your pleasure. And as much as my little thing would enjoy being inside of you - I know that real pleasure is drawn from showing you everything I am willing to do.

You wanted to watch how I squeal when you strike me again and again with whatever crop or flogger you chose for my behind. Pick whatever you want: hand, belt, or wooden paddle. Pick whenever you want to use it: my back, butt, or balls.

Leave bright red marks and welts that let me remember who I belong to days after being used. Make me plead, beg, cry and whimper until I break into tears, throwing myself on the mercy of our safe word. Then wait... let me take a few desperate breaths... and start all over again...

And if you really want to punish me, I have several cock cages. One even has a metal hook designed to pull my testicle down towards my hole. Control when I can cum, control when I can get hard as you use me. Teach me that even my erection belongs to you, something that only a sissy can show his mistress. Dress me in whatever fashion you want, in drag or in frilly, girly underwear.

Treat me like a woman. Your woman, with two holes to use however you want. Already your man knows how desperately my mouth is for him. Let him hold onto my ears and shove his cock down my throat as you watch. Or use me yourself. With a strap-on take me at both ends, part my ass cheeks and abuse my little hole. Find the longest, widest, biggest toy you want and put it inside me, then marvel at how I manage to thank you for the privilege.

Choke me, beat me, fuck me, abuse me. Light a candle, then drip the wax over my balls. Take a Wharton wheel and run it over the shaft of my cock, up until you let it tingle all over the tip of my urethra. Turn on an electric wand and find the perfect spot in between my balls and asshole to shock until my taint can't take any more abuse.

Then you can take away everything. Bag my head in a dark puppyhood. Put a butt plug into my ass with an attached pink tail, and have me wag it on command. Collar me with a heart-shaped necklace and lead me around like a dog. Train me to bark in a manner that lets you know exactly how to use me, and removes any need to hear my pitiful begging and whining. Smack me with a rolled up newspaper, and let me curl up at your feet, lapping your pussy whenever and however you desire. And when I've proven what a good boy I am, let me hump your leg until I am about to cum...

Orgasm denial can become your favorite thing until I am desperate enough to do anything you want. And I'm sure you'll enjoy seeing me desperate. Mommy makes me ask every time I need to urinate. She has me stay in my cock cage so that I have to pee like a girl. But she makes me ask, over and over again until she's sure I really, really need to go. Of course, you can mark me as your territory. You can piss anywhere on me: my cock, my face, or in my mouth. And you can decide how much I need to swallow.

Mommy doesn't insist on this - it's something I volunteered to do because I need to be a disgusting faggot. I need to feel reviled, to feel as though I will do absolutely anything in pursuit of my own, worthless little weewee. Some days I will pee over and over again into any container. Then at the end of the day, Mommy will spit it in and pour the bucket over my head, covering me from head to toe in our piss. If I am particularly slutty, Mommy will make me blow bubbles in my bubbles, or gargle my own urine. Then she will tell me if I can swallow or spit the mouthful onto my little prick.

Once... at my pathetic request... Mommy shaved my pubic hair over the bucket. She then let me cum into the container of piss, making me pour the mixture over my head. I could taste my own cum, my face covered in my own pubic hair, my little dicklet looking smaller than ever in front of Mommy.

Then I came again.

I want you to tie me up, and force your high heels onto my balls again. I want you to put clamps and clothespins on my nipples, to twist and turn them, to dig your nails into my flesh wherever you want. I want you to make me worship your feet. Make me place my cock between your arches and fuck them. I want you to take turns in my ass, sharing me with your husband, letting him breed my little faggot hole. I want you to use me as your urinal, to make me suck, swallow and slurp up every ounce of pee and cum. I want you to treat me as little more than your plaything.

And I want you to share me, to show me with whoever you want. Sometimes Mommy will parade me around on a webcam, showing off my body to strangers as she used me. Get me desperate enough, make my peepee hard and desperate enough and I will do anything to anyone you ask. Tie me up, spread my legs apart, and find whatever toy and cock you want to stretch out my faggot hole...

Whatever you want mistress... whatever you can think of to do to me...

I'm ready to submit.

Yours (truly),

Samuel