The brenda Letters - Letter 1
by brenda
I often receive email from people who read my stories here in the BDSM Library.
Several times an email from a fan expressing her appreciation for one of my
stories has led to further correspondence. As a consequence I have two Jane's in
my life. The first Jane I met this way is now my shit slave slut whore. The
second Jane is She whom I have longed for in my life, but have been so
frustrated in finding. I knew She was there somewhere, and She found me.
Here begins an exchange of letters between my person and my Darling Miss Jane.
In our early exchange of emails, when we were feeling each other out, I remarked
to Miss Jane that her desire to have me - a grown woman - to be like her
naughty, slutty little girl was totally ludicrous. I am very happy to say that
yes, you can teach this old bitch new tricks. And new passions and desires.
So begins our letters...
Tuesday - 29 October, 2002
Dear Miss Jane,
I do hope your head cold is better this evening. I wish I could have been there
last night to make you a warm drink or offer a hanky or just try to cheer you
up.
Your apologies are not required Miss Jane. It is I who should apologize for my
silly, foolish desperate email.
Please let me explain.
I WANT this, Miss.
So many times have I been let down by others who would have me - own me. It has
almost become a craving with me - not as urgent as my primary craving, more a
deep longing that has never been truly fulfilled.
That is why I had to try to assure myself about you. Some of my emails were
written to intentionally irritate your person.
On my knees begging your forgiveness, but I do not yet fully know you and I have
no other way of knowing or judging what you are truly like.
We still don't know each other truly well, but I sense you share the same
attraction for my person as you do, based on instinct and perhaps strong
curosity.
Last night I personally committed myself to your person. I wish to be your
slave. Your girlslut. Your Candy girl. Your naughty little slut. Your obedient
whore.
Having personally committed myself to you - in my mind giving myself over to you
- I began to tremble and my pussy melted with passion. My heart sang with
happiness and I began to touch my pussy. It felt so good Miss Jane. Better than
it has felt in such a long time. I knew I was going to have an orgasm that would
leave me light headed, gasping and panting for breath.
In the midst of my extreme aroused joy I realized what I was doing. Would Miss
Jane want this? I have had Mistress's who tried to control my orgasms. And I did
not know your feelings about your slut masturbating herself. Not knowing your
wishes, I forced myself to stop. A part of me said 'she will never know.' But I
will have betrayed my own committment before we even began.
It was so hard to stop touching myself. In my desperation I sent my foolish
email. It was very late and you were probably already retired to bed. I told
myself that right after I sent the email. I tried the old remedy for horniness -
a cold shower. It helped somewhat, but I did not dry with the towel between my
thighs - I feared the touch of it would spark the orgasm that I was trying to
deny myself.
I went to bed and tossed and turned but eventually sleep overtook me, and I
slept soundly. I woke this morning and you were the first thing on my mind, Miss
Jane. I felt so HAPPY that I was able to resist my extreme sexual impulses late
last night. I felt very totally and utterly committed to you for that.
I went into town this afternoon for special shopping - girlsih lingerie. I went
from shop to shop and then found THE shop. They had old fashion silk bloomers
there! The kind I remember wearing as a little girl! You know the ones with
elastic around the legs? That come down several inches below the tops of the
thighs? They ARE girlish looking - but very SEXY too - well, if your mind works
a certain way (which my mind IS starting to work that way). I got four pairs.
Pink, baby blue, white and yellow. Trimmed around the legs with white lace. And
four matching bras that look so much like the training bras that girls wear. I
was almost jumping up and down with happiness. I got them to wear for you Miss
Jane if you wish.
I had problems with one of my guests and today was a long day, but when I saw
your email all else faded away - my heart raced and my pussy turned to mush.
Thank you Jane for being realistic and not making demands that would be
impossible to obey. I am a cronic masturbatetress and it thrills me to know that
my emails may have the same effect on your person as yours do on mine - they
make me want to play with my pussy and cum soooooo BIG!!! I long to know these
intimate details about your person and share mine with you.
I present myself totally naked to you, Jane, and ask how you wish me to do so in
future. What a foolish thing I said about something being ludicrous. Please
forgive me. I have never entertained being anyone's little slutgirl, but I am
honestly wet in my pee slit at the thought of being your little slutgirl.
Oh Jane! What you ask. For me to touch my pussy... and spread my legs wide...
for you to enter me... I never would have expected this Dearest Darling Jane..
never in a million years.... and it THRILLS me...
Spreading my legs so wide... Pussy gapes wide and already Ms Clit has crept from
her secret hiding place and is eager to be courted by Miss Janes fingers.
Jane!!! Oh Ms Clit does like you... much more than she likes me... She is so
demanding Miss Jane and you are spoiling her.....You little harlot!!! Not you
Jane... Ms Clit... She has never met you yet she is responding better to you
than she ever has with me... And after all the petting and special attention I
have given her over the years...
And you, Miss Jane... your fingers fit Pussy like a well fitting glove... your
fingers are glistening with my slippery pearly white girl juices...
mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm... Jane!!! Your pistioning fingers inside Pussy seem to know
just when to withdraw and tease and court Ms Clit... I adore looking at my
sticky wet girl goo on your beautiful fingers... whimpering for your beautiful
fingers to touch my lips... to wet them with Pussy's sticky girl goo...
Please forgive me Jane.... The strong naughty girl scent of Pussy makes Miss
Anus clench and unclench... makes Ms Clit pulse with impatient need... Licks
your fingers then whimpers again... Unable to resist I capture your fingers in
my mouth... Like a shameless whore I suck and taste Pussy's slippery girl goo...
MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM... JANE!!! Sensing Ms Clit's urgent need, your fingers desert
my hungering mouth to court and completely ravish that shameless little tart.
The little bitch is revelling in her own ravishment and I am completely and
utterly undone.
Whimpering now like your obedient little little girlslut... Ms Ass grinds and
dances as only Ms Ass knows how to ass dance.... Noooooooooooooo!!!
Oooohhhhhhhhhhhh!!! Oh Yes!!! Yes Jane!!! You KNOW!!! Your other hand enters the
scene, two fingers worming deep into Miss Anus... Miss Anus clinches your
fingers tightly... the little whore is even more shameless than Ms Clit...
MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM..... I should have warned you about that nasty little
slut... She will brown your two beautiful fingers... Dirty them in the most lewd
way...
Two fingers rubbing Ms Clit rapidly... roughly... two more fingers thrushting
hard and deep in Miss Anus... Both of the wicked little sluts being totally
raped in unison... Jane!!! Please!!! I can't wait... I am convulsing... caught
in a vortex of extreme passion and pleasure... Jane!!!! I scream your name as I
release all of the pent up desire and longing... As I wet your fingers and my
thighs with my sticky girl goo...
Ms Clit and Miss Anus are thoroughly satiated... and I feel so dreamy... so
satisfied... so HAPPY...
You wrote:
Then after you have cum for me, I shall caress you and cuddle you as you deserve
to be petted and cherished. You will be my bed companion and we shall hold each
other in our arms and let our bodies entwine like true lovers.
That was the most unexpected part of your unexpected email. To be held and
cuddled as your bed companion. Bodies entwined like true lovers. Please Jane,
forgive any doubts I may have harbored about your person. I adore you!!! You are
making me want to do ANYTHING that excites and wet your pussy. Your wet pussy is
my Goddess. Making me long to experience your darker, deeper, and cruel
passions. I want to make Goddess Pussy wetter and gooier than She has ever been.
I have a very heavy girl crush on you Jane, one that could so easily lead to
falling head over heels in love with you. I want to be your slutgirl and Candy
girl more than anything else I could name in this whole world.
brenda
