It’s something I’ll never forget. How I truly saw you that day. Lounging, completely naked, in bed. Knowing you were away on a work retreat. Knowing you had to work. But you didn’t want to.

You lay there. On your stomach. Grey eyes catching the daylight streaming in from the hotel window and glistening with mischief. How you tried to talk but the cute lil blue vibe buried in your cunt – the vibe I controlled from my phone, sending through patterns controlled by my touch – sent you stammering, moaning, giggling.

There we laid together – a whole state apart, hours from each other, but connected. Nakedness and giggles shared. I wonder if you knew just how mad you drove me. How achingly hard I was for you. How dreamy it all seemed, you being lit by the morning, the curves of your tits hidden away by the sheet, that post-orgasm smile touching your lips. And that tether, still between us.

How did you feel when you first checked into your hotel room, when you knew you had to call me. Did you know I was going to ask you to slip out of your black and white little dress? Did you know how badly I wanted to see you in the underwear I picked out, that faint pink lace underwear…fuck.

I was mesmerized by the side you show to me. The side that’s been clawing to get out but sometimes just has no outlet, is always pushed back for work, for life. But now is here and loose. I marvel at your spirit, it fuels me, drives me.

My only regret was I couldn’t claim that little pussy for myself. To roll you on all fours, to admire you from behind, belonging to me, to growl into the bite I take out of your ass, to ease my cock all the way into you and feel how wet I’ve made you. How wet you have been through all our texts. If you close your eyes now and imagine, can you feel me sliding deep into you? Go on. Try. The thought of you squirming makes me grin. But seriously, try to imagine. Now. There’s a good girl. Thank you for coming back to me.

How did you feel when, after a third orgasm, you wanted to shower but I wouldn’t let you go. Not without keeping that toy there, not without ordering you to come once more, right there, your back to the shower wall, legs buckling, pinching your nipples for me. I loved seeing your little grin, knowing you were thinking it was my hand, my fingers rolling and stretching your nipple. I love knowing that you can hide to everyone just how much of a horny girl you are but when with me, you come alive. To me and my words. To our shared world. Maybe you’re more of a dutiful slave than you realise. Did that ever cross your mind? How deep those slutty, needy, impulses go? Because that’s what I saw when you came in the shower. That’s what I saw when your hips lifted into the toy for your greedy cunt. I saw the smile across those wet, fuckable lips that knew she was a slave.

And reading this now, what do you want? Where do you want me to mark you? Claim you? Your ass? Your mouth? Your tits? Do you want me to come on your tits the next time I pick you up from the airport? I’ll mark you right there in that car park, right down your dress and watch you squirm. Don’t forget I own your cute ass. I’ll see you when you get back home.