Tonight, I will kneel before Master, and give him this letter.

Master,

I've spent two weeks denied by you, and I've never felt so excited, horny, wet, alive.
I checked my phone every minute to never miss a message from you, I scheduled my showers to look the best for your video calls, I spent a full day thinking up ways to surprise and please you when you got home.
I was a version of myself I liked very much, I was genuinely excited to hear every word you said, I couldn't wait to speak to you, I was very... yours.
I always feel very intimate with you, especially when you dominate me, but this time I felt intimately tied to you all the time, not just surrounding an act. I spent a lot of my time thinking about you, and the myriad of ways I want to submit to you in when you get home.
It reminds me of when I was a teenager in love - only you in my mind and eager to show it.

So please Master, deny me, I am a better slave to you when I'm denied.
I serve you like you deserve to be served, always and without limit, and I treat myself like I should - like your treasured property.
I am desperate to orgasm, you've heard me begging for that a million times, but that should not matter. Let me suffer if you get any pleasure out of it.
I already have no limits to you, I am your devoted slave, but I feel like this bears emphasizing - All that matters to me is your pleasure.
Use me in any way you wish, only let me orgasm when you feel like that would bring you joy, otherwise keep me denied, happy, desperate, submissive.

Yours,
Zombie.