The Letter

To My Dom,

I've been trying so hard to be a Good Girl and not beg and not tell you how badly I need you. I've been in a mood and all I can think about is your hand wrapping my throat as you reaffirm your ownership; your arms on either side of my head, pinning me to the wall; your body standing over me as you throw me onto the bed; your growling commands in my ear telling me not to cum; your fingers digging deep within me, taunting me. I even dream of your teeth biting into my skin. All of this and more...in whatever order or combination you choose. As worked up as I have been and am, I know I won't be able to obey your order to not cum without permission. I'll fail spectacularly, doing everything possible to at least remain quiet like you prefer. I can even feel my wrists held tightly over my head with my back against the bed or wall or floor - wherever you desire to place me. In my head, I'm doing my best to please you so that I can have your hands on me more. I am trying my hardest to not beg you to make all this reality soon. I know it is not my place to seek pleasure, but instead yours to give as you see fit; my reward for being a Good Girl.

It's ridiculously insane how being told I'm just a fucktoy, existing only for your pleasure, turns me on. It's honestly crazy. But I love it. I look forward to being on my knees in front of you again.

xoxo
Your Sub

Sean knew the neatly folded letter he'd found under the bed while cleaning the bedroom wasn't meant for his eyes, even though it was written in his wife's unmistakable handwriting. Though he could be dominant over Cassie at times, he wasn't her Dom. No, her Dom was a guy her own age, more than a decade younger than Sean, someone she had been seeing off and on for more than a year now.

Cassie was with her Dom that moment, probably on her knees with the other man's cock as far down her throat as she could manage. Closing his eyes, Sean took a deep breath, willing his sudden erection to go away. He could take a break from cleaning to jerk off, but it would do no good. It would only be a temporary relief. Not to mention, it would take away from his promise to his wife - part of their agreement was that she would bring home pictures and video for him to enjoy while she dropped to her knees for him.

With a soft curse thrown out to the empty house, Sean grabbed his phone and sat in the oversized, overstuffed chair in the corner of the bedroom. He pulled up the folder he kept of Cassie's previous encounters with her Dom and decided tonight would be a night to focus solely on Cassie's pleasure when she returned. This afternoon, his need to get off was far greater than he ever expected it could be when thinking about his favorite little porn star wife off enjoying an afternoon with another man.