Jennifer's Letter

[All characters 18+]

"Dear Jennifer", I began writing. Trying to compress my letters as small as they would go.

"I just wanted to take a moment and put in print how much I've loved this past year together. It's a common saying that relationships take work. That relationships take effort, and sacrifice. But with you, I've never found it to be any of those things. You have made it all seem so easy. Easy to be together. Easy to work together. You've made it easy to talk endless hours into the night, and easy to be myself all the while. And despite the stereotypes of dominants being that we must be the strong commanding voice, you've made it so easy to feel vulnerable while not feeling like it counts against me. I feel safe here with you; I feel supported," I wrote, before pursing my lips as I squinted down at my own words.

"Dammit, is that how you use a semi-colon?" I muttered to myself before begrudgingly waving that thought away and carrying on.

"Despite the roles we play, you have always been there...", but a series of low grunts tugged my attention away from my writing. I glanced upwards, my gaze meeting Jennifer's as the woman's head sat cocked to one side quizzically. One eyebrow raised in a silent question above her vibrant blue eyes. I chuckled softly to myself as I leaned towards her, kissing across the bridge of her nose. My hand slipping gently behind her neck to pop open the buckle of her gag before slipping the rubber ball free of her mouth.

"Something you'd like to say?" I chuckled softly, a gentle smile tugging at the corners of my lips.

"Uh, yeah," Jennifer replied between breaths, her chest rising and falling as she took advantage of no longer being restricted to breathing only through her nose.

"What the hell are you writing that requires a semi-colon?" she asked, a confused smile dancing across her own expression.

"Wouldn't you like to know."

"That's not an answer!" exclaimed an exasperated Jennifer before collecting herself and continuing.

"When I said I wanted to try body writing I was thinking it was going to be things like... slut or whore or property of so-and-so. Or at least that's the kind of thing I saw online But it feels like you're writing a novel on me," she said in amused bewilderment.

"I'm writing a love-letter I'll have you know," I replied simply, putting on a sweet smile. Jennifer stared up at me in shock for a split second, before her face lit up in joy and laughter burst from her lips.

"A love letter?!" she asked incredulously between short fits of laughing. "You are writing a love letter on me?? What does it say?" she asked as she tucked her chin against her chest. She strained her neck trying to decipher my words, but even as flexible as she was, she couldn't twist herself enough to read words off her own collarbone.

"Yes a love letter. But you're not allowed to read it until it's done," I said firmly as I reached down, my smile never faltering despite Jennifer's laughter. I curled two fingers underneath her chin with the pad of my thumb rested just below her bottom lip. I gently lifted her head away from where I was working and back into a position where she was looking up at me.

"Oh my god you can be so sappy sometimes," the woman giggled. She stuck her tongue out and used it to circle around the end of my thumb as she gave me a playful wink. I felt my eyes flash, and my thumb chased her tongue back between her lips.

"ahhhhhhhhhhh," she moaned as her tongue tried and failed to push me out.

"There is no need for name-calling," I stated sternly as my pen tapped against her collarbone. "Or maybe the next part of my letter will continue down into your armpit." I suggested as my pen drifted sideways. Jennifer's expression froze, and she began to squirm uncomfortably.

"No no-no, I sai no tickling. It was one of my linits," she said hastily as she tried to follow my pen with her gaze, her words slurred and distorted by my thumb in her mouth

"Says the woman who is buck-naked and tied down to my bed," I purred happily. "How are you going to stop me?" I asked as I removed my hand from between her teeth.

Jennifer tore her eyes away from my pen and looked upwards, swallowing nervously as she craned her neck to look at her hands, stretched high above her head and tied to one another around one of the posts of my headboard. And after a moment her eyes darted back to meet mine.

"I'll safeword you. You know I will."

And now it was my turn to laugh. But it was not a malicious sound. Instead one that came from recognizing the absurdity of the situation, and loving ever second of it. My pen had already stopped in its tracks, and I leaned down over Jennifer: kissing her softly against the lips, letting myself drift away in the taste of her mouth against mine. And when I finally broke away from the kiss it seemed both of us wanted nothing more than for it to have continued in aeternum.

"Yes, I know you will. So don't worry, no tickling. But it's still fun to tease you," I added with a grin. Jennifer groaned, letting her head flop down against my blankets with her eyes closed.

"I love your teasing, but sometimes I hate how good you are at it," she mumbled, eyes still closed.

"Well maybe you'll like this better," I chuckled as my pen began to move.

"What are you..." Jennifer began, cracking one eye open before her words were cut off by a sharp intake of breath. My pen had slipped between her legs, the rounded plastic end tracing circles around the woman's sex. Reflexively Jennifer tried to press her thighs together, but her ankles too were bound. Each to a different bedpost, keeping her legs spread helplessly apart. A whimpering moan escaped her lips. Her hips bucking gently in response to my touch.

But I didn't feel the need to tease her twice. And as my pen slipped effortlessly between her folds I slowly began to massage her insides. A startled shriek of pleasure caught in her throat. Her breathing quickened, and I felt her body began to buck against mine.

Watching her body move was captivating. The crimson flush across her cheeks and tensing of the muscles across her stomach. She was beautiful. Hypnotic. Graceful and elegant. Her body seemed to undulate with pleasure. And I found myself pondering how spectacularly lucky I was. For no lottery winnings in the world could compare to being able to call Jennifer mine.

Her moans and pants were coming faster now. Tumbling out of her lips uncontrollably. I leaned down, pressing her into a warm kiss. I felt her lips quivering and shaking again mine.

But as I felt the tension building within her body I selfishly pulled my pen away, being sure to brush the length against her clit on the way past. Her body froze before she let out a cry of frustration, muffled by our kiss. And when I finally pulled my head back she was glaring up at me reproachfully as she tried to catch her breath.

"I was so close!" Jennifer lamented sorrowfully, her eyes pleading for more.

"I know you were," I whispered softly, gently brushing back a strand of hair that had fallen across her face.

"But I haven't finished my love letter yet. So here's the deal: let me finish writing, then I will help you cum as many times as you can stay awake for," I offered playfully, fingers gently stroking through her hair. Jennifer's breath was still coming in rapid shallow pants, but a grin broke out across her lips at the prospect of climaxing soon enough.

"Deal," she finally said, her breathing slowly calming. "But this better be one hell of a letter."

"I'll do my best," I agreed happily.

"I love you," murmured Jennifer, before opening her mouth, eagerly awaiting the return of her gag.

"I love you too Jenn," I whispered back, heart overflowing with emotions as I leaned down to kiss her once more. Only pulling back when it was time to fill her mouth with the unforgiving rubber ball. I raised my pen to my lips, licking it clean of Jennifer's juices, before finally continuing to write.