The brenda Letters - Letter 2
by brenda
Wednesday - 30 October, 2002
Dearest Jane,
Now it is my special time of the day. I have wet my panties at least a dozen
times throughout the day thinking of this precious time with my Owner - my
Mistress.
I know that scat is new to your person, and as we are both new to our
relationship, I will risk incurring your displeasure by introducing you to it in
this letter.
In my last letter I confessed to being a hopeless masturbatress (masturbatrix
better?). I adore making my own words such as that - and I see many examples in
your letters that you share that same passion. A few years ago, when I worried
unduly about the correctness of my writing, I maintained my own 'writer's
dictionary.' I have gone past that formal - often awkward style - and prefer to
write as I would think in my mind or in every day spoken language. With your
blessing I should like to maintain a listing of our own words - AND use them as
often as we can. Why should we be bound by anything - even written English? I
long to explore with you and bring out the deepest cunt feelings. Jane I ADORE
your improper English words.
I did tell you that I am prone to rambling in my letters when given the freedom.
I am going to ramble off now again while it is still in my mind - I do not feel
restricted or bound by formal D/s or bdsm crap with you. I feel FREE with you,
Miss Jane. Free to be completely me with you. One might think that odd in a D/s
relationship - but why should ANY relationship make one less than HAPPY and
feeling FREE? Happy and free is how you make me feel, Jane.
Will try not to ramble off for a few minutes before I present myself properly to
you. I am totally naked here at my PC - naked and with a very wet pussy. I would
have worn a pair of my new girlie panties for you but I wish to save that for
the next time. I went to the toilet right after I stripped naked for you and sat
there first pissing then shitting while thinking about you and this letter I am
now writing. I rose from the toilet and came straight to my PC to be with you.
Please note that I did not say I wiped myself after rising from the toilet, for
I didn't. I NEVER wipe my shitty ass when I am in an extremely passionate mood
as I am in today. All day long I lived this in my mind, thinking about what I
was going to do and say.
Hold that thought for a moment while I explain something else. A month ago my
IBM monitor went bad and I replaced it with a ViewSonic 17" flat screen monitor.
It came free with a wireless keyboard and mouse. I had a very comfy and cozy
recliner in my lounge - which I seldom enjoyed because I spend so much time in
the room where my PC is located. But my recliner is receiving much use now - the
same day I installed my new monitor and wireless goodies - I moved the recliner
right next to my monitor.
I am nicely stretched out on my recliner and will be slowly masturbating myself
in the most brazen way. In the way that only a dirty girlslut like me does best.
I give as much attention to pleasure-sensitive Miss Anus as I do with Ms Clit.
MMMMMMMM I frequently taste Pussy's girl goo as I masturbate like this. Oh, and
Miss Jane, not to shock you, but I just as frequently taste Miss Anus's brown
candy... her bittersweet ass fudge... Tonight and every special night from now
on it will be Your girl goo I will be tasting... Your bittersweet ass fudge I
will hungrily suck from my well browned finger.
Darling Jane I would adore lying naked before you on the floor masturbating like
this. Having you watch me. It would be more embarrassing and shameful to do thus
in front of guests of yours - but would be sooooo THRILLING with it. Emotions
such as embarrassment, humiliation and shame are a very important part of sex
with me. Without these emotions sex is not thrilling nor satisfying.
Since last night I am ALIVE and teeming with emotions - baring my soul and
innermost secrets to you and anyone who would read them. You are making me more
shameless than I already am. Your brendagirl is longing to explore the very
depths of total shamelessness with you Jane - Mommy Jane.
You mentioned fleetingly in one of your early letters a passion for breast
torture. I have risen from my recliner to fetch a couple of clothes pins. I
sometimes use them to close up plastic baggies of food to help keep them fresh.
I have just thought of a new use for them. I shall always keep two of them here
beside my PC when they are required.
I have just tried them Mommy, and they hurt. I am whimpering "I love you, Mommy"
over and over as I write. As I touch-tease. As I taste. I shall keep them
attached until I do BIG cummies for Mommy.
Mommy the clothes pins on my nipples hurt. But they hurt so good. Ms Clit is
happier and feeling sexier than she has ever felt. And Pussy is oozing sticky
girl goo. It tastes delicious, Mommy.
I wish you could kiss your adoring girlie slut, Mommy. With your face above
mine. My mouth opens under your mouth, heart races and Ms Clit goes into a
frenzy of deep cunt passion as your mouth works above mine... as you drool your
sweet tasting saliva into my mouth...
You just messaged me Mommy:
Do you commit yourself to be totally obedient to me, slutgirl? No matter how
embarrassing, degrading, or painful? Well. Do you?
YES!!! Yes Mommy. Yes - and for the whole world to read that I am YOUR slut and
YOURS alone.
I messaged you that I was going to do cummies soon for you. You messaged me
back:
CUM NOW!!!!!
CUM BIG FOR MOMMY!!!!!!
I did cum for you Mommy. BIG!!! Me cummed as I read what you wrote along with
your command to cum:
Darling, I'm going to bed now with soppy panties which I shall continue to wear
as my juices drip all night because of you.
That is what made me do such big cummies for you. That me pleased you so much
you made your panties soppy.
I love you, Mommy.
brendagirl
