Letter to @kleidouxa
Ma’am, I can't find the right words to describe the feeling, sensation of extreme inferiority that you cause me. I apologize, for my pathetic behavior. I'm nothing but an earthworm in your presence, a goddess of infinite beauty and unparalleled class. I'm an idiot who deserves nothing, with a useless micro-dick that cums immediately. I can't resist long before I immediately spray all my pathetic sperm everywhere. I can only be submissive and controlled in every move... locked in a cage and released only if and when she wants, and never cum unless specifically requested by her. I'm a loser who should only drink her own juices and eat only food spat out by her. I'm useless and completely dependent on you. I have to pray, beg her on my knees every day to be able to do anything... because that's what an idiot like me deserves. I can't decide anything, whether I should be free or caged, whether to touch myself or not, how often a day, at what pace, in what way, in what position, in every way... she has full control over my sexuality... whether I should cum or all my pathetic seed should stay in my useless balls... and if I should cum, only she can decide whether to do it, how to do it, when to do it, how to do it, where to do it, and in what position, because an idiot can't decide. She'll decide whether I should clean up everything that comes out or not, like the depraved pig I am, or let it fall wherever she likes, her boundless goddess. Because I'm a disgusting pig, right? Only a useless, disgusting pig could do all this... I'd clean her from her feet, from her hands, that would be the apotheosis. A disgusting pig like me also deserves to be a submissive cuckold, right? Yes, a pathetic, disgusting, dirty cuckold.
Now I'm here on my knees, locked in by her... I thank her infinitely for speaking to me again... for dedicating some more of her precious time to me, and it's an indescribable feeling. I'm so happy and I feel incredibly lucky to be able to interact with a goddess like her. I haven't come for several days now, because beta males don't come without permission, and now locked in by her with the cage pressing on my balls gives me an unprecedented feeling of inferiority... at the same time, I'm happy because I know I'm now under her control, and I must say, all of this turns me on like crazy... I feel the pressure as if it were pressing me to release all the burden I've accumulated over the past few days, and I thank you deeply with all my being, with all my heart, with all my feelings, for this.
I beg you, with all my strength, to forgive me for not shaving all the hair on my legs sooner... I beg you on my knees with all my strength, with all my being... because a disgusting pig like me can do nothing but pray and beg on my knees to his goddess and hope for her mercy.
I hope I can please her this time, it's something exceptional, to be here, to write to her, to play with her for her... to be completely hers, abandoned to everything her perverse mind and authoritarian will can even minimally conceive. Because I don't have a brain... I can't think... I can't think, a pathetic dog has no right to think, that's for sure. I am his bitch, his toy with which he can satisfy himself as he sees fit, as he likes best, I am his puppy to be trained properly.... I can't get enough of her... her beauty, her immense power, her authority, her insults, her taunts, how pathetic and disgusting a loser I am, and it all excites me beyond belief, intoxicates my soul. My mind, completely consumed by her, her mistress, can't stop thinking about her, how wonderful it would be to be physically present with her... how wonderful it would be to physically feel her hands on my skin... to feel her slip the ring around my scrotum, locking the lock... massaging my swollen balls... or her hands bringing me to the edge of pleasure and then stopping... hearing her voice denying me any release... or feeling the pleasure when she decides to cross that limit... I imagine what it would be like if she emptied me on her gorgeous little feet and then heard her soothing voice ordering me to clean them, or I don't know, directly from her fingers... or into a glass that she would then empty entirely into my mouth? Wow... how wonderful it would be to feel her saliva on my tongue, her spit on my face... my God, what an incredible spectacle that would be... or if she decided to milk me through my prostate... to feel her fingers in my hole... to feel them moving inside, to feel them pressing... I don't know what this sensation means, but who knows how wonderful it would be to feel it through you, Mistress. Or to have her fuck my ass with a strap-on... my God, I think I'd have convulsions...
There, Mistress, I don't know what else to say to describe what I'm thinking, to describe all the sensations you manage to convey to me and the feeling of profound regret I feel for what happened in the past.
I hope I've fulfilled your request as best I can, Mistress, and I thank you for this second task you have so kindly assigned me. My cock is already starting to drip... evidently the compression provided by the cage and the edging I've been doing since Sunday are starting to take effect and work... and all this is only possible thanks to her, Mistress, who was so kind and good to take care of my pathetic and useless cock again, keeping it safe.
