Dear Mistress Violette,

Dreams of L.A……

After so long, I was ecstatic to see you online this evening. I
instantly fell to my knees. Here I am with my pants to my knees, your
cock and balls bound tight as ordered. To hear your playfully
seductive voice was intoxicating.

Its so refreshing to find someone so gorgeous, so seductive, and
sadistic who shares a passion for leather and clothes that accentuate
a woman’s figure. I dream of being your leather boy toy.

From the moment you answered, I have not had such clarity and purpose
in years. I would say worth too, but I feel unworthy for such
perfection. I do continually strive to be worthy. One could be so
lucky to be nothing more than a leather-clad tongue and cock for your
teasing, use, and abuse.

Please accept this letter as a token of my gratitude for your time,
and also as a token of devotion of hope that may be lucky to be the
floor you walk on, the whipping boy you take your aggression out
of…….to be considered just one of the many slaves in your stable
of devotees is my dream.

Humbly yours,
Your aspiring leather boy toy, Chris