Dear Master and Brenda,

I'm having a rough day. My workload has me buried. Focus is definitely a problem today. I am not looking forward to going away to the farm... no phone calls for two days. I know, Master... it's the reality of the situation, for now.

Talking to you both on the phone is a lifeline when I can't be with you, and Master, you're right... as soon as I hear you, I start slipping into "your little whisp". When you say "MINE", it reverberates into my soul, grounds me, places me again at your feet.

I can hardly wait to be with you both next week. Sunday night seems a long way away right now. There's no place I'd rather be than with you.

I love the way you tease me on the phone... and you're very right about needing layers on my chair. I see, feel, smell and taste everything you describe to me on the phone. Your whisp longs to bring pleasure to you both... to feel your caress, your kiss, the pain... I long for that stinging slap on the ass as I walk by... for your teeth on my neck, my nipples... and I long for the center of my universe.

Fantasies about where you will take me in the 2 or 3 days of uninterrupted time we will all have together flood my mind. You've tantalized me with visions of sensory deprivation, electrical play (which scares me a little), and talking in generalities about how it will be as we go on.

The talk we had about the custom leather hood... I can't get out of my mind. mmmm I can smell it already.

Thanks Master for looking at the cell phone situation for me. That means a lot to me. It means I won't go away again and not be able to call. I will have the laptop with me, but have no idea how much I'll be able to get on it, or whether we will be able to be on at the same time.

I will be ready to go on Sunday night when you call... MORE than ready... lol

I can hardly wait!