Liverpool

Thanks to sdbnnc for turning this one round so quickly, ty hon.

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Thursday 28th May 2009

09:01:30: To my dear Sir,

i'm missing You more than i ever knew i could miss someone. i'm sorry, i know You can't help having to travel away, and i'm sorry if i made You feel guilty about having to do it. i just thought i would let You in on how i'm feeling (other than horny obviously)

Your wistful pet, x

09:05:22: My little pet,

I know how you're feeling; it's like before you moved in. At least I know you'll be there when I get home on Friday. How's the puppy? I can't believe we've had her for two weeks now.

Sir X

09:08:56: Dear Sir,

She's doing fine; sitting staring at me at the minute. How's everything doing down there? You really think You'll be home tomorrow then?

Your hopeful pet x

09:11:45: Pet,

I thought she'd settle down. I should be home Friday night, though I don't know what time yet. I'll have a clearer idea after the meeting what needs done. Have you done your chores yet? X

09:13:23: No, not yet. i was just about to go and do the washing up. i thought i'd send You a quick email first though, so You'd have something nice to read when You got back from Your boring old meeting. x

09:19:39: Well, get on with them, girl, those dishes won't wash themselves you know. I want you to spend most of today thinking about what your submission means to you. It's not something we've discussed, and I'd like your thoughts on it while I'm not there to distract you. Have a good think, and get back to me before 3. I'm going to be in this meeting 'til about half 11 or 12, but I'll speak to you when I'm done. X

09:21:25: Ok, Sir, i'll have a go. Speak to You later. x

12:35:49: Question: What does my submission mean to me?

Answer: Safety. i feel safe when i know that You are there to help me. i feel that i have nothing to hide from You. You seem to accept everything i give you, whether it's good or bad, and no-body has ever done that for me before. i feel safe enough to let you see the bad stuff (sometimes).

Security: i know that You want me, not just when i'm beside You, but You want me to be beside You. You have given me a home, and let me into Your life.

Love: You have given me love and, more importantly, You have let me love You, and that is all i could ever want from You. It really wouldn't have mattered if You didn't love me. You let me give You all the love/adoration/feeling in my heart, and that is awfully nice.

Discipline: You have shown me how to control my emotions, and how to let them have free rein when i need to feel. i know it sounds completely silly, but i never let myself really feel before now. It was a bit of a scary thing -- feeling -- and it still is sometimes. You've shown me it's ok to feel, so thank You for that.

Submission: This is actually the easiest one to answer. You've just let me submit to You. You've let me find myself, and let me find out that what makes me happy is pleasing people, though mainly pleasing You.

i hope this makes sense to You Sir. x

12:47:32: Little one, it makes perfect sense to me. I love the way you're always so open. I look back on our first emails, and you've grown up so much over the last few months, yet you've still got that sense of openness and honesty about you that I've never found with any of the other people I met or spoken to online.

You looked so peaceful this morning when I got up. It was a shame I had to go. I'd have loved to spend the morning in bed with you. I love that look in your eyes when you wake up, and realise I'm already hard and wanting you. X

12:57:07: i love waking up and feeling how much You want me. i remember waking up at 4:00 a.m. the first time we met face-to-face, and watching You sleep for about 30 seconds before deciding i wanted you again, so i crept down the bed and started sucking on Your cock. That look You gave me -- You couldn't decide if You were dreaming or not. x

13:01:21: Yeah, I remember that; I had to grab your hair to see if you were real or not. Feeling my limp cock grow in your warm wet mouth is always fantastic. I remember thinking if you were a dream I was going to fuck you while you were there, so I spun you onto your front and slid in from behind you, right into that tight wet little puss of mine. X

13:04:09: i remember the look on the receptionist's face the next morning. i don't know what she must have thought of me, squealing the place down like that, but it was awfully yummy. x

13:06:48: I remember dropping you off at work that day; you looked thoroughly fucked, with that "cat that got the cream smile," and your hair still wet from the shower. X

13:09:24: i wouldn't say "cat that got the cream," more "cat that inherited the dairy," lol. i did feel completely smug that day though. x

13:11:43: Lol, so what are you doing now? Are your chores all finished? X

13:14:16: Aww, just when it was getting interesting. Yes, done and dusted, i've even had my lunch. x

13:17:01: I know, but I'm surrounded by people at the minute. I can't start thinking about my sexy little slut or I'm not going to able to stand for quite a while. X

13:20:29: Really? So i probably shouldn't tell You i'm sitting here naked apart from my collar then. x

13:22:56: Wench! No, you shouldn't have told me that. You be careful I don't put you over my knee when I get back. X

13:25:41: Sorry. Should i be careful that You do or careful that You don't? x

13:54:41: Sir, are You there? Are You going to put me over Your knee, and spank me for being such a naughty little girl teasing You like that? x

13:59:09: You're a horny little slut today, aint you? What's the matter? You missed your morning shag? Some of us have to work, you know. We can't all sit around naked, sending dirty emails all afternoon. X

14:02:45: i think that must be it. i've gotten so used to sex that when i find myself without it, it drives me a little mad. Do you have any thoughts on what i could do to help the situation? x 14:05:19: One or two; how about you play with my nipples and tits for the next 10 minutes, then email me back and tell me if you've cum yet. X

14:15:27: Thank You, Sir. i've cum once, but i still feel all antsy. Any more ideas? x

14:17:39: Really, girl, what am I going to do with you? How's my pussy, nice and wet? X

14:18:23: Yes, Sir, very. x

14:20:54: Very? Dear, oh deary, me. Well, you'd better get your fingers busy then, hadn't you? Just imagine it's my fingers slipping inside you, curving up onto that sweet spot while my palm rubs over that hard little bud of a clit. I'd expect 2 cums alone from that. X

14:32:32: Oh, thank You, Sir. I only have one problem now. x

14:33:54: And what's that pet? X

14:35:27: i'm even wetter now. x

14:38:06: I don't see that being a problem. I'm heading back to the hotel now. I'll call you in a few minutes. X

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"Hiya."

"Hallo, Sir. How's you?"

"Stiff as a board, thanks to you. Give me two minutes to get in the door, and I'll tell you exactly what I do to naughty little girls who tease me"

"Oh, goody, Sir."

"It won't be, 'Oh, goody, Sir' when I get home. You're going to have difficulty walking by the time I'm through with you, young lady."

"In that case, oh, double goody, Sir."

"You incorrigible little wench. God, I wish you were waiting for me in the room. I swear the next time I have to go away on one of these things, you are coming with me."

"Yummy."

"So, where are you right now?"

"In your study, dribbling juices all over your big leather chair."

"You'll be cleaning those juices off my big leather chair with your tongue, won't you?"

"Yes, please, Sir."

"And how many fingers have you got inside my little puss?"

"Just the one, Sir."

"Only one? Well, you'd better get another one in there if you want it to feel like my cock."

"It'd take more than two fingers to feel like you, Sir."

"Yes, I know, I'm going to be sorting something out for you when I get back."

"Your cock?"

"Yes, that too. Just like it is in my hand right now, stiff and hard."

"Mmm, I wish it was in my hand."

"I wish it was in your mouth."

"Oh, y-yes, with me r-r-rolling my tongue round the, the tip and looking u-up in to your eyesss. Y-yo-our hands o-on my hair."

"Mmm, holding your head still while I fucked your mouth, your hands behind your back, totally at my mercy."

"O-o-ohhh God, yes, please, Sir."

"Good girl. What number was that?"

"F-f-f-our, Sssir."

"Clever girl. Have you got two fingers inside pussy yet?"

"Y-yes, Sir. With m-my palm pressing down on my clit, o-o-ohh God, Sir."

"I'm sorry, whose clit?"

"Yours, Sir; Your clit."

"That's it, good girl. Now fuck that pussy for me, let me hear how wet it is coz I'm gonna cum any second now. That's it, come on bitch, cum with me, oh yeah, oh fuck yess."

"Oh, oh, oh, Sir! Oh, yes, please, Sir."

"Oh, good girl; mmm, very good indeed. Now let me hear you cleaning off your fingers and my chair. That's the way, slide off and lap up all the sticky juices you've left on there. Mmm, phew, that hit the spot nicely. Everything nice and clean again for me?"

"Yes, Sir. Thank you, Sir."

"What time is it? Nearly three, oh dear I suppose I'd better get back. I've got another boring meeting, and then a very boring dinner with boring men and their equally boring wives."

"At anywhere nice?"

"The Dorchester."

"Wow, that is posh."

"Mmm, it is. It's just a shame about the company I'll have to keep tonight. Right, well, I'd better get going. I'll try and call you later on if I get a chance to, ok?"

"Ok, Sir. Have fun."

"Yeah, yeah. 'Bye, 'bye, pet."

"Bye, Sir."

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"Hiya, Suzi? I am so glad I caught you at home. Could I ask you a huge favour?"

"Hiya, sweetie. Sure you can, what's up?"

"Ok, so, Sir has got to go to this really boring dinner tonight down in London, and I was thinking about going down and cheering Him up, but I don't think they let lurcher puppies in at the Dorchester. Any chance that you could dog-sit Magpie for me tonight? I'd be back about mid-morning or so tomorrow."

"I don't see that being a problem. I don't know, He leaves you alone for less than twelve hours, and you're already getting withdrawal symptoms."

"Yeah, I know -- hopeless."

"Nah, kinda sweet actually. Have you got a dress?"

"I've got that dark blue one we got last week. Do you think that'll be posh enough?"

"The silk one we got at Monsoon? God, yes, sweetie. If you've got time when you drop toots off, I'll do your hair all up nicely for you."

"Oh, super! Thanks, hon."

"No worries. Right, well get yourself together, and I'll see you in an hour or so."

"Cool. Thank you. See you in a bit."

"Ttfn, sweetie."

I was so excited about seeing Sir. I chucked on a pair of jeans and a vest on underneath one of Sir's shirts and carefully folded up my dress. It was crushed silk so I didn't need to worry too much about it, but I wanted it to look as perfect as it could. It actually took me longer to get Magpie ready, what with her bed, her toys and her food, than it took for me to pack everything I thought I'd need. I was out the door in record time though, and heading for Suzi's with a silly grin on my face. She sat me down and put my hair up like she had for the party, only this time she made the plaits stand out from my head. I couldn't stop wiggling, I knew I'd need three or four hours to get down to London and find the Dorchester; I figured a hotel like that would have parking, so I didn't worry about finding somewhere to park in the city. I'd worked out I could stop off somewhere before I actually got there and change into my dress. All I needed now was to get on the road and get down there before it got much later.

Finally Suzi was finished. I turned round, and gave her a big hug to say thanks. I picked up Magpie and gave her a cuddle and a kiss, telling her to be good for her Auntie Suzi, and I was out the door. It was just past four when I stopped off to get fuel and a map of London. I'd never been there before, and I really didn't want to get lost. All the way down, I was trembling with excitement. It wasn't just seeing Sir; I'd said "Goodbye" to Him this morning at half past four when He'd set off. It was more the thrill of doing something unexpected all by on my own.

I had a mixed CD playing on the way down; I'd made it myself out of different albums that Sir and I both liked. He liked older 70's and 80's music; I preferred more rock, though I was starting to like some of the stuff He played. Like I said to Him last week, I was turning into a hippy little rock chick.

The motorway was fairly clear until I got onto the North Circular, and then the traffic piled up. I found a little service station, and nipped in there to get changed. By the time I'd done that, traffic had cleared a little. I remember I was making quite good time, and then everything went black.