Letters from a Submissive - 3
Dear Master,
Welcome again. I went to the top of the Empire State Building yesterday and it brought back memories of wonderful times we had together.
I looked through my album and saw the picture you took at Canterbury Cathedral when you walked me though the cathedral and brought the story of the monks and Thomas Becket to life with your vivid explanations. Another one shows Dover Castle - do you remember how I nearly lost my hat when we stood on the top of the Keep and looked towards France. What a wonderful time we had exploring these places together while day by day you improved my knowledge and education by talking and teaching.. I had never understood before how old our country is and the wonderful history it has.
This of course brings me to the night we made love for the first time and I am going to tell it in my own way. For several weeks we had lived in the same house and although we played with each other I was still a virgin. I knew that I was ready for the great step and I was eagerly awaiting the moment when you would deflower - what an old-fashioned word - me. We had been touring Kent and decided to camp overnight in that lovely little wood near Dover. I had made you angry and you had told me that I must be punished and we drove far into the wood before stopping. Except for an owl hooting and a fox coughing all was quiet as we got out of the car. We were far from any houses and had decided to spend the night here. You told me that I was to remove my clothes and then to take a knife and cut twenty switches from the bush nearby. I was going to cut the thinnest but I knew that you would send me back for more and thicker ones and my punishment would be even harder. In the end I think I found the straightest and most pliable I could and you were pleased. You bound them together in bunches of four or five at a time while I contemplated what the result would be on my bum. It was a lovely evening and I was not cold even although I was naked and when you told me to lay across the tree-trunk nearby I knew that my time had come. The tree was an old oak that had fallen and I had difficulty bending over because the trunk was so round I leaned across the trunk with my bottom high in the air and my toes only just touching the ground. Soon your hand began to make firm contact with my bum. You kept spanking until I was warmed up and then you told me it was time for the switch. I had no idea what the effect would be and hoped that it would not cut me.
I gripped the bottom of the trunk firmly as the switch whistled through the air and landed on my bum. I was surprised as it was not as sharp as the cane. But I needn't have thought I would get off lightly for, as the strokes landed, the switch began to sting. The cumulative effect creates a sensation as though you are being bitten by ants and the more strokes the more that the effect builds until the warmth of your bum translates into the feelings in your body. Because the twigs have buds they can raise small blood blisters. - not dangerous but painful. Ten, twenty or thirty I do not remember but I remember you stopping and telling me to remain in position with my legs spread. I waited and then felt your fingers slipping into my wet cunt which was awash with spend. They opened it up so that the lips were wide apart and then I felt a harder thicker body pushing itself home driving into me up and seeming to fill me until it came to a halt when it reached my hymen. As you pressed it it felt sore but you made no effort to thrust on you just stayed quiet, moving gently in and out until suddenly, with one final painful thrust you were home and I was filled. The pain as it broke was exquisite and for a moment I felt sick but that soon stopped and I could feel you filling me as you were lodged fully home with the tip of your cock seeming to drive up to my heart. You kissed and caressed me as you lay, not moving, inside of me while I got used to the sensation of being filled for the first time. Eventually you put your hands on my hips and started moving backwards and forwards so that your belly and my bum slapped in unison as they met. Gently at first and then harder and faster I tried to join in and help you. Your other hand was on my clitoris manipulating while I could feel your cock rubbing and energising me until it seemed that the moment had arrived and with a cry you gave a final thrust and I felt the reflex jerking of your cock as your semen spurted into me. Playing with my nub had also stimulated me and I was into multiple orgasms by now and my spend poured down to mingle with yours.
We lay like that for several minutes while we recovered. The soreness in my bum was now taking over and and also the soreness in my cunt from the loss of my virginity was noticeable and, as you eased out, I rubbed the residue of sperm over my bum cheeks to try and ease the pain. You stood me up and turned me towards you hugging and kissing me as you told me you had known that this was the moment and I would treasure it for all of my life wherever I went. You are right. I have never forgotten the wonderful memory of that wood. The rest of the night we lay together on blankets and a groundsheet and we must have made love a dozen times. I had known that you were a wonderful Master but had not understood that you were also a considerate lover until this moment. I am sure that you had wanted to take my virginity many times in the preceeding weeks but had waited until we found the perfect moment.
It is difficult for many people to understand the relationship between a Master and his submissive because they assume that it is all 'one way' with the Master taking and the sub receiving but I know that in our relationship I received at least as much as I gave. You gave me your mind and taught me about what a wonderful world we live in while I offered to share my body with you. It was a lovely agreement and the pain is as much part of it as the pleasure.
I told you last time that I was waiting for a sound thrashing from my new Master and I can promise you that my bottom has weals on weals after he had dealt with me. My Master said to tell you that you can borrow me when I come back to England for a holiday in June. I look forward to it eagerly.
I will write again soon
Angela