Mmm as I sit here waiting for your call I’m thinking about all the wonderful pleasures you can do to me. Sometimes I feel like being a bit submissive so you can have some fun with me. I know you want to be called Mister or Master and that’s what I want to do.

It’s my calling.

I’m thinking about how you can bend me over the edge of the bed and slowly spread my legs apart with your hands. I can imagine the feel of your fingers sliding in and out of my drenched pussy. You rub my clit with just a little bit of pressure and then when you hear my breath shallow you stop. I want to cry out and scream because I want to cum, but I know this will only bring a bit of denial and I can’t wait much longer.

As a hint, I prop my ass up a little higher and you noticed the gesture. Instead of giving me what I need you slap my ass with the palm of your hand. I let out a little yelp as the tears line my eyes. I only wanted your attention. Instead, you leave me there spread eagle over the side of the bed while you leave the room.

I want to scream out at you, but I don’t. I wait for your return. I wait in hunger for your taste and smell. I think about that huge cock sliding up inside of me and your hands pulling on my hair from behind. I try to rub my clit on the rough fabric of the bed and at the verge of an of an orgasm I hear you laugh from behind me. Your hand smacks my ass again. Will the pain and pleasure ever end?