Hello Master and Mistress,

You've not been far from my thoughts today. I find my mind wandering, and my heart aching to be with you. My usual "day after"? Not quite... this time not only is my body craving your touch, but my heart aches to hear your voice, and feel your words wash through my mind and spirit.

My ass is bruised from the spanking you gave me. Everything you used just felt sooo good. The big fly swatter was a surprise, and I have nice waffle marks from that. The way you used the small paddle to set fire to the circle you used it in was a sensation I've never felt before. The heavier, thuddier leather things you used, and I'm not sure which they were, felt amazing. I was sorry we had to stop, but you knew I was nearing my limit, and you were probably watching the bruises bloom as well. Thank you for stopping, even though I didn't want to. As it is, this ass will need to be hidden for a week or two.

I know you are always worried about marking me, and I know I begged you for the pain... sometimes it becomes a craving that just won't quit. I know that we can use our imaginations and come up with ways that don't bruise. It's definitely the sting that sends me, and not the bruising thud.

The little leather laces on the small whip I brought, the crop, less force on the paddles, candle wax (scraped off with the knife... mmmmmm), cupping... maybe try some electric play. I'm still so curious about so many things.

I miss the restraints you've used, on occasion, to put me in my place and constantly remind me of who I am... Master William's cum-sucking whisp... slave.

*kneels*

your whisp