Letter From The Bulldog

In the past I have usually requested that my play partner correspond with me and let me know how what they were feeling during the scene and how they were feeling afterwards. After threatening with 5 cane swats per day he does not send me his feelings on the scene he finally sent it. He is 15 swats in and I added 5 for good measure. He will either learn to be timely or learn to love the cane. I wonder which will break first.

Here is his thoughts of the evening:

I was always going to be nervous, given the anticipation that had built up, not only during the day but over the preceding weeks. This Mistress who I had begun chatting with was far more experienced than myself and more real than anyone I had previously met.

As we messaged back and forth while she was on her way, my anxiety grew. I had made my decision and there was no turning back. Ever closer she got as each message arrived. Finally I heard the doorbell ring and I knew I had to prepare myself.

I knelt naked inside the door and waited, she entered silently. I barely dared look fearing to raise my eyes but wanting to see her. Her first touch brought me to attention as her collar was ringed around my neck. Already a symbol of her ownership. Then cam the cuffs, both wrist and ankles, and I began to wonder if or how they might be used. After she had readied herself, changing into stockings and boots, I was dragged by my leash to where her toy collection awaited.

As I was made to wait kneeling at the small table, I saw my oath in front of me, both a reminder of what I had promised but also of what to expect from behind. "Sign it" she commanded. Then I felt her fingers start to probe. I knew the moment was about to come. Her strap-on inched it's way inside. I tried to relax but by body betrayed the desire I had to be taken by her. My tightness did not allow her fully in, but when she said that the blood she had taken was a offering that pleased her, I relaxed in relief.

Soon I was pushed face down into the couch and I remembered what had been promised for an earlier transgression. Her spanks hit hard and I jumped and tensed. Her promise had been kept and I knew that my behavior from this moment on had to be impeccable. The spanking was followed by my back feeling her flogger, She had barely spoken but no words were needed.

My cock was to experience the same beating rhythm, but this time she watched me as she easily manipulated me to erection. Only then did she land the carefully placed lashed up and down my length.

It was soon after that I tasted her full glory. Laying on my back, I stared up at her and knew that I was soon to disappear under her skirt. Her scent took ownership, first leaving me breathless then devouring my face and making me worship her. I did not ask because I knew my place. Time stood still for me. I licked and worshiped for how long I did not know.

When I was brought to my feet it was not for respite but to be bound even tighter, to experience how helpless I could become. She tickled and teased, my whole body arched and squirmed helplessly in her hands. I was scared my legs may buckle, so lost was I in her grasp.

When I was finally put on the the floor beneath her, she pulled me in close and there was a reassurance as I again breathed in her protective bosom. Her hands petted me and I knew I had been claimed, it felt right.

This is the first of many letters I shall share with my readers from the Bulldog. Monday we have a night planned to show him what true punishment feels like so he will not ever disobey me again. His anal training shall also begin so he can take my inside of him and accept his position as the beta sub.

Until next time . . . . . . . stay delicious Chicago

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