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
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
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