FREE SEX LETTER

	ANYTHING CAN HAPPEN ON SLAVE TUESDAY I lay upon the bed, bound, unable to do anything but wait. It was agonizing, but I reveled in it. It was Slave Tuesday. A few minutes earlier, I had served Mistress Jessica her evening coffee before following her into the bedroom. Once there, she faced me looking absolutely smashing in her black lingerie. I couldn't help but stare. "Take a good look," she said. "It's the last you'll get for a while." Scooping up the blindfold from the bed, she pulled it over my eyes and adjusted it until I was in total darkness. Then I felt her strap a restraint around my right thigh, and when it was snug she attached my wrist to it so that my hand was bound to my side. She repeated this on my left side, rendering me totally helpless to her whims. After helping me onto the bed so that I was lying on my stomach, Jessica attached another pair of restraints to my ankles and clicked them together. A delicious feeling of vulnerability overwhelmed me. "Well," she said, gently massaging my ass, "you're ready. Enjoy yourself, my sweet captive. I'll be back." Then she gave my ass a sharp slap. I heard her footsteps and then the sound of the door closing, but I wasn't sure if she had actually left me or was simply sitting in the corner of the room, silently observing her property. I tested my restraints and was unable to move. Knowing I'd be there until she saw fit to release me, I squirmed, trying to get comfortable. This made me grind my cock into the mattress, and as I grew more aroused I wondered how long I could endure this sweet torture. My imagination ran wild as I lay there with nothing but my thoughts, and it felt like an eternity had passed by the time I heard the door open and then close. I was so excited that I started up, and she was quick to shut me down. "Don't get all worked up," she said. "I just stopped by to see how you're doing." I moaned at hearing this and sank back onto the bed. I imagined her looking down at me wearing her sexy lingerie, which just made things worse. I tried turning off my thoughts, but couldn't, and moaned again. "Oh, all right," she relented, "but just a tiny taste, to make you want more." I raised my ass in offering and heard the strap swish through the air just before feeling the sweet sting of the leather. It was glorious, and I waited for another. Two, three, four more times the whip landed on my ass, but then she stopped. "That's all for now," she said. "See you later." Then she was gone, leaving me alone to reflect on our day. I had gotten up at 5:30 a.m., long before my mistress, and put on a pot of coffee. Then I pulled my stockings over my clean-shaven legs. I'd spent a good half-hour the previous evening running a razor over my calves, thighs and ass, as Mistress demands that her slave be smooth. Next, I got into the rest of my slave garb-panties and a bra, garter belt and stockings, a collar and high-heeled shoes-before going to wake Jessica. "Hope you're ready for me," she said as I helped her out of bed. "Now go wait in the kitchen." Quickly, I heeded her command. She arrived clad in a black baby-doll nightie, and as I stood and gawked, she moved forward and gave me a grin. "You can look all you want," she said, running her fingers through my hair, "but of course, slaves are never permitted to touch." Then she sat as I held out her chair with trembling hands. Taking note of the new leather slapper that was lying by her side, she picked it up. "Nice," she said as she hefted it. "Turn around." I did as she said, and she landed a sharp smack on my ass. "So, how much did you pay for this?" She was clearly upset by my answer. "Well, you may as well get your money's worth. Present your ass." I did as she directed, and she took the leather to me yet again. My cheeks began to sting, and they continued throbbing as I sat down to drink my coffee. My next duty was to prepare breakfast, and while Mistress ate, I got down on my knees and gave her a pedicure. Afterward, she showered so that she could go to the market while I did all the housework. Of course, I remained in my slave clothes while she was gone, so as not to forget my place. I spent the next few hours making sure the house was spotless. When she returned I put away the groceries while she took a quick tour to inspect my work. Finding several minor problems, Jessica took the strap to my ass again, and when I got a chance I checked my butt in the bathroom mirror and found it blushing red. Running my hands over my sensitive flesh made my cock twitch excitedly. I passed the late morning and early afternoon waiting on my mistress hand and foot. She seemed to enjoy the attention and took genuine pleasure in giving me random smacks at her whim, which kept my cock good and hard. Then I made us a light lunch, and by mid-afternoon, Mistress was ready to nap. I kept quiet for a few hours and woke her in time to get ready to go out for dinner. I was still in my slave attire when she gave me a chaste kiss, took off my slave collar and deposited it into her purse. "Leave the rest on under your shirt and jeans," she said, "and go get ready." A short time later, we were seated at the restaurant, the friction from my jeans against my stockings getting me quite hot. Seeing this, Jessica gave me a sultry look. "Maybe I'll put your collar back on," she said, reaching into her purse. I paled but she just giggled, and didn't take it out. But when we were back in the car, she made me put it on. "Home, slave," she said as I started the car, and once there, I stripped back down to my slave uniform. While Mistress got comfortable, I started a fire and made her evening coffee, which brings us to the present. With my ass still hot and throbbing, I lay there and waited, straining my ears in hope of discovering what she was doing. When I heard the flick of a cigarette lighter I knew she was in no hurry to join me. Finally, I heard the bedroom door open and sensed that she was looking down at me. There was deafening silence for a moment, and then another flick of a lighter. Smelling the tobacco smoke, I craved a puff, but knew that it wasn't to be. All I could do was lie there and wait, and I did so willingly. "Are you ready for your Mistress?" she asked, her voice velvety. I answered her by raising up my ass as high as I could under the circumstances, and a second later, I heard a crack. The blow was intense and unexpected. My asscheeks began to throb, but from pleasure more than pain. "Manners!" she reprimanded, and though I croaked an apology, she wasn't buying it. CRACK! The leather slapped at my flesh again and I collapsed, grinding my erection into the mattress. "Oh no, you don't," she chided. "There will be none of that." She grabbed the back of my thong and pulled, giving me no choice but to offer my ass up again. Now on my knees, I waited, but she still held my thong tight. Then she said, "It's time," and finally let go. Jessica tattooed a steady rain of blows upon my upturned cheeks and the room filled with the sound of leather cracking against flesh. I gave into the sensation, craving the sweet pleasure/pain, but then as abruptly as she had started, she stopped. I collapsed onto the bed, my ass throbbing, and ground my cock against the mattress once again. This time, I felt Mistress's hand slap my tender cheeks, the coolness welcome against my heated flesh. Then came the challenge. "Why, it's barely warm yet," she said. "Would you like it hotter, or have you had enough?" She waited for my answer, though we both knew what it would be. Still, she was going to make me say it, make me beg for it, and she caressed my ass with the slapper as she waited for my reply. "Do it!" I finally pleaded "Make it hot, Mistress, please!" She took me at my word, and the leather kissed my flesh. Then I felt the coolness of her hand on my asscheeks before feeling the heat in my rear once more. I began to cry out in pleasure as I received another slap to my quivering ass, then she gently caressed my cheeks with a leather-covered paddle. Now I knew it wouldn't be long before I reached the point of no return. Jessica soon tired of this game and began spanking me in earnest. My cheeks were tingling from the sensations as the paddle fell again and again. I began to moan and buck my hips, feeling a mind-blowing orgasm swelling deep inside me. Jessica must have sensed this. Although her strict paddling continued, her voice grew more gentle as she leaned closer to my ear and whispered, "You're such a good little slave. Come for me." As soon as she spoke the words, it was like a switch flicked inside me. I cried out, pumping my hips against the mattress and savoring every bit of friction as jets of come shot out of my throbbing cock. "Thank you, Mistress," I said weakly, as my satisfied cock twitched beneath me. As I slumped down onto the bed, my cream soaked the sheets underneath me, and then I lay there trying to catch my breath and regain my composure. Soon, I felt her cool palm stroking my ass again. "When you're ready, you can massage my feet," she said. Before leaving, she undid my wrist from its restraint so that I could finish getting myself out of my bonds. I did so quickly and then went to get the lotion. As I did, I checked my ass in the bathroom mirror and saw that it was a deep red hue. Then I cupped my cheeks and felt the warmth radiating from my flesh. Smiling to myself, I went to carry out my mistress's last command of the day. --Mr. (Name and address withheld) - JOIN NOW FOR MORE LETTERS LIKE THIS! -

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