My Minx,
Yes, you are correct on me knowing your body. Each time you stand before me and I survey your body find new little treasures. The way your skin welts from the flogger changes the landscape. The small yellowing from paddling your ass cheeks. Its like I am constructing new terrain on a map. The flow of moisture and juices I can create from touching you body. Makes me wonder if there is an end to your ecstasy.
Your submission is so intoxicating that when your not I am craving it. Your my greatest toy when your down in you Humble or Table position and exposed to me. Knowing your here to let me use your body that gives pleasures to both of us. The firecrack pop of my hand impacting your skin. The inhale of your breath from my touch and the sensations I give you. To just name a few is both drink and food for body and soul.
The scent of your pussy as you get excited. The sound of your Thank you Sir. Even now I want to stop writing you this letter and have you down before me with your hands tied behind you. For me, you not touching me is not a tease for only you, it teases me too. Makes me crave your touch just much as you wanting too. I must try and resist allowing you to again touch me.
Your submission your Yes Sir is a driving force that I want. I need to hear it, to have it. Its not just power of your body. It connects me to you in ways my touch can't. I look at you curled up in your chair and I want to be the clothes your wearing, to be that close to you. Dam those cloths your mine!
Sir