Busty Babes 2/Busty Babes - Vol 2.iso/wet_txt/new02.txt

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Part 2 -- The slave girl's message
Dear Master,

It seems odd to call you that but you are.  I knew it when you
first talked to me but I could not admit it until today when you
showed me what and who I am.  Oops, perhaps i should not use a
capital i when referring to me.

I am sitting at the typewriter, still nude and handcuffed,
you're right (of course) the handcuffs do not interfere with my
activities very much.

When i heard the door close after you, i was still reeling from
the orgasm you forced me to give myself.  i have never felt so
much so strongly before.  Thank you.  i lay there for a long
time, catching my breath and thinking of what you did.  i
realized that i hardly spoke a word while you were here, i just
answered your questions and did not speak anything extra.  That
is strange and unusual behavior for me.  Perhaps my life will
became strange and unusual now.  Perhaps my life will be more
natural now.  i want to explore with you.  Please have me.

Once i got up i went exploring, retracing a lot of the steps you
took me through.  Wandering about imagining being chained and
tied to all sorts of things.  Handcuffs make me horny.  No
matter what i did or what position i took or imagined it all
seemed natural except sitting at the kitchen table.  It didn't
seem right to be sitting there, i think it was the effect of the
table partially covering me and a feeling that sitting is not
proper for a slave.  i'm very confused.  Do i sound it?  Please
teach me.

The handcuff key was easy to use but i was reluctant, i was
enjoying myself.  i unlocked one hand and locked my hands behind
me.  i walked around and felt exquisitely helpless but also
challenged as if i should be able to do most things anyway.  i
poured a glass of water, drank through a straw, made a sandwich,
watched television, started the dishwasher, made a phone call.
The phone call was a challenge as i was kneeling on the floor
with my head down on the chair seat holding down the receiver.
i called my mother and had a nice chat, wondering all the while
what she would think if she saw my position.  I gave her no clue
and gloried in my mischief.

i stayed with my hands behind my back until 8 pm when i decided
i had to get a few work things done, reading and comments for a
meeting tomorrow morning.  The handcuffs didn't get in the way
then either.  i love you.

When i was done, i played.  i cuffed my ankles together, they
fit but it is uncomfortable to stand and hurts to walk; i locked
a wrist to an opposite ankle and found it difficult to move from
the bedroom to the kitchen; i locked a wrist to the same side
ankle, wished i could do the other side and imagined you making
love to me;  i cuffed an ankle to a desk leg and typed up the
notes i had written earlier; i locked the closet door and cuffed
a wrist to the doorknob and thought of you leaving me there for
hours; then i did the same thing lying on the floor with an
ankle held high and cuffed.  Please bring me chains, cuffs,
collars, harnesses, gags, helmets, locks, leather, steel,
anything, anything but keys.  Please, i'm realizing this is my
last chance to freely play and secure myself at my option for as
long as i want, however i want.

The choices are too much, i no longer want to decide these
things, i have enjoyed this playing but i am frustrated.  Not
frustrated in being chained, frustrated in not being helpless.
My imagination can take me to many situations but having access
to the key having to make sure i can get to it takes something
away.  I should not have freedom, i don't want it.  Please do
not let me have it. Please deny me freedom.

Sir, this slave girl would be most appreciative if you should
accept her as your very own, to do with as you like, to do your
bidding, to follow your every command and accept any guidance,
training, or punishment you choose to give her.

Yes, you have said there is a weekend test to go through before
i can decide.  i cannot imagine changing my mind.  You have
helped to find me.  Please show me more.

i have heard of some of the classics and "near classics" you
mentioned earlier.  i have not read many, it is difficult for a
woman to obtain them openly.   Those that i have read vary in
quality and effect.  The dominance i ask of you is a loving,
caring lifestyle.  i trust you and you will not betray my
trust.  i don't think you will reduce me to the status of a
piece of meat or a prize head of cattle as had been done to the
women in some of the books i've read.  i have pictured myself in
some of the situations described, the bondage scenes and those
that have some subtle exhibitionism or humiliation possibly
because of the otherwise innocent or unsuspecting surroundings.
Please help me learn.

i will close now, i'll mail this letter at the post office in
the morning, early enough for it to be included in the local
delivery tomorrow.  For now, i'll go to a dream filled sleep,
hands cuffed behind me.  I'll leave the key in the kitchen.

Good night, Master.