Your last couple emails only confirm what I already know: you are a dirty, dirty little girl.
I know, you can’t help it. You can’t help wanting to be touched, and fucked, and held down and spanked. These are things you need – I understand that – things that feel true and complete, like a hand across your throat. But that doesn’t mean you should get them easily. I want to see that you want it. That you really, really want it. That’s why I make you wait, whining and panting to be touched. Pouting with that mouth of yours that I just have to stick my fingers into. Squirming under my hands while I pet and play with your pussy, soaking through your panties like the little slut you are.
That’s exactly how I want you, wide open with wanting, feeling like you might die if I don’t touch you – harder, faster, more.
You are going to have to be so good for me next Tuesday, because I am going to tease you, make you wait, make you whimper and curse. You are going to be my good little girl, even if it takes all night.
