My letter for Sir:

I am my Sir’s. I’m his and only his. I am his to touch, and his to play with. I am created to serve him, and his needs. I am for his pleasure, to obey his commands. I am writing this while laying on the bed, with ducktape over my mouth, my nipples, and my pussy. I am writing this while wearing a dog’s collar, and a chest bondage. Simply because my mouth, my nipples and my pussy are not necessary. They are not for pleasure, they’re my Sir’s. For him to use and ignore as much as he’d like to. Simply because I am his Pet, I belong to him, body and soul. I am his, and I will always be his. I am there to serve him, however he wishes me to. Orgasms are for my pleasure, and I haven’t done anything to earn, but oh how much I yearn for them. How much I yearn to be touched on my clit, to be fucked senseless, to be driven to edge until I cannot think. I want to be used by him. I want him to control my pleasure, my actions, just to train me to be better. My pussy, my clit, my body is aching. I need a touch, any kind of touch on my body. I need him to allow me, I need him to tell me where, how to touch and for how long. This is my new purpose in life. It is to serve my Sir however he wants to. It is to serve my Sir by giving complete control over to him. It is to serve my Sir by training to be the best Pet, best submissive I can be to him. I will worship his body, with my mouth closed, I already yearn for his dick there. I will worship his rules.