The absence of words

My Lord It does sadden your lady slut that several weeks have passed with not a word from your fair hand. It has been true to say that receiving word from yourself describing your deepest, darkest desires has on each occasion brought great heat and desire to the very centre of my being. My Lord sir ***** I do understand that you have duties to attend at your castle and about your estates, just as your lady ***** has had occasion to put aside her desire for personal fulfillment in order to attend extended family issues. Having to take on the temporary mantle of head of the family whilst those who would normally sit upon the throne positioned at the head of the family table were themselves both incarcerated within the confines of institutes of a medical nature 40 miles apart simultaneously.Currently this wench who does belong in servitude to yourself finds herself without employment for a period of time unknown.It would please your lady to fill her days with words composed for her own eyes by the hand of her Lord and master Sir *****. These words however few and far between would help your lady to lift her spirit as she ponders the wonders of Information Technology and its history which is currently the subject of study. My Lord your own slut does await your wordLady ***** ;-X

My Dearest fulsome wench Please allow me to express my remorse at the lack of communication with you. Since our tryst, there has been a diabolical turn of events all conspiring to render me timeless in our pursuit to fuck each others minds. it appeared that my livelihood was about to dry up like the sands of the driest desert. Notwithstanding this, a separate attack from a venture of my own has turned against me and contrives to ruin financially and endangering my castle. These times are extreme to say the very least and I am left with no appetite and my libido remorselessly challenged whilst I am distracted in the task of retrieving my sanity and health. I think of my sweet sexual slut often and when I am less beaten by this challenge, wish that she were naked before me displaying her ample voluptuous charms whereupon I would tie her hands behind her and make her knee before me so that I may take out my manhood and place it into her mouth that I may take from her soft wet lips my revenge on the circumstances that play havoc with my very manliness.Helpless before me, it would please me no end to feel her warmth around my sword as I thrust into her oral orifice until I am able to prove to my pure sweet slut that I am once again her master by way of erupting in and over her soft obedient lips and face. To capture such dribbling filth upon my good Lady, sliding down her chin anddripping upon her ample and beautiful breast and aroused pronounce nipples would be a wondrous image to keep for times of solitude. Still tied and wishing continued subservience to me, I would use you more for my rejuvenation and place you face up onto a table and tying your wrist to your knees then spread both your arms and legs with cord under the table thus rendering you prone to my indulgent tongue as I delve about your body, your nipples your cunt and your arse. You will watch me with subservient lust as you see me debase you utterly. You will allow me my tongue foraging every delight you posses to its deepest impregnation, your mouth your cunt your mouth again your arse your mouth again so that you can taste my depravity. Taking the juice of my lust for you from your face and breasts to lubricate yourvulgarly relaxed sphincter so as to slide depravedly unchallenged my hard sword into your rectum.The mind fuck would now become real and you will feel the pleasure within you and we will both watch the pleasure upon the other's face ..................thence to a point whence to ejaculate within your relaxed tightness would bring you to a point match by my own as we both ejaculate our lust for one another, me within you and you without as I watch you spurt you very own cum over me drenching us both as we feel the wetness sliding between us........................ Alas, I fear I am unable to mistreat my Lady so, as my sword sleeps in my loins, although you may be pleased to be informed that id weeps tears of salt slipperiness as write. Be patient by good obedient Lady for if I appear from this awful nightmare I shall want to abuse you mercilessly. Has my Lady any cure that she might feel appropriate for her master. I would wish to know how she might attend him in his hour of need and raise his manhood to heights allowing the deepest of pleasures for herself. Your Lord Sir ***** :-x