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Dear Mistress Louise, Second verse, somewhat different than the first! It was very frustrating to lose my letter to you last night, I was inspired and things were flowing. I will never win any computer competitions for sure! I so enjoyed our conversation Tuesday afternoon, so generous of you to spend your time with me for more than a few minutes. The more I think of it, the more my anticipation grows at the prospect of seeing you again. As you may know, it is sometimes difficult for a fellow like me to open up, to give up total control. For me to express my inner most thoughts and fantasies- even to someone as thoughtful and open minded as you- leaves me feeling totally vulnerable. But I guess that is the whole purpose of a session with you, so here goes. The thought of kneeling naked in front of you once again, leaves me feeling weak. You know that I will always respect you. What I really hope for is for me to totally lose myself in our session, to lose all thoughts of my everyday life. That would be the ultimate, the most I could hope for. Because of my inattention to our relationship, we may have lost some of the rapport we were gaining. It is hard to imagine that four years have gone by since we first met. A lot of time wasted on my part. Time that could have been spent learning more about each other. I do not believe I have ever told you what an avid pantyhose fetishist I am. Both wearing them and more importantly, worshiping a woman as beautiful as you, wearing them also. The thought being naked in front of you wearing black pantyhose and slut like red pumps excites me as write this. My cock and balls trust out in presentation bondage for your amusement. Oh how I will do anything just to be allowed to kiss your pantyhose clad feet, ankles. knees and legs! But of course you would never allow me that privilege without first making me earn that right. I imagine you would want to punish me with your feet, kicking at me, grinding your high heeled foot into my cock and balls. Jabbing your heels at me, perhaps using your flogger on my cock and balls, just to hear me beg to worship you. Knowing you, you would probably want to use your whip on me, leaving your mark. Marking me as YOUR property. Who knows, this still might not be enough of a price for me to pay for the honor of worshiping you. You might decide to lead me around by a rope or a leash attached to my scrotum or balls. Yanking me this way and that, a silly puppet on your string! Who Am I to guess what you might deem necessary, me a lowly slave. For all I can guess, you might think I need stringent bondage, or you may think I need a little suspension, hoisting me up, while my cock and balls are pulled down by weights, or attachment to the floor! I can remember you once strapped one of your pumps to my face, covering my mouth and nose, the scent of you was heaven on earth to a fetishist like me! I know your imagination is without limits, and that whatever you decide to do to me is exactly what I need and deserve. I, of course, am your willing slave for you to with as you like. I could go on like this forever Mistress, but I think I have taken up enough of your time. I can't wait to serve you once again. I remain your obedient servant, bobby
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