A Letter from My brainless pet
Miss Sable,
Our session together was an intense, enjoyable, and life-expanding experience for me. It took me a while to collect my thoughts and recover from it. As I staggered out of the dungeon, I thought I could switch back to day-to-day life untouched, but I could not be more wrong. I sat and recovered at dinner and realized I was much more physically exhausted than I thought. The strain of being on my knees, bent over, frenetically throating the dildos in front of me added up. I had considered going to a work event afterwards and was glad I did not - when I got back to the hotel, I realized I had been walking around with my whorish makeup still around my eyes and cheeks, though the lipstick had all rubbed off during our play.
But with the exhaustion came a feeling of immense, deep satisfaction. I felt pushed to my limits but calm and supported, knowing You put me in the place that I belonged. Through our play before our sessions, You got to know me and knew just how to push me. Your professionalism and intelligence shine through our every interaction.
You picked up on all the details, hints, and things I asked for both before and throughout our session. I liked how our session slowly built, from your bemusement at my exposed hairy self and my fumbling attempts at femininity, to slowly dressing and transforming me, and to my training which grew more intense until the crescendo at the end where I was just a squirming, drooling, gagged puddle beneath you.
Four days later, many moments still echo through my mind. Walking in and seeing what a tiny, little thing you were - even smaller than I thought - and yet how easily you ordered me around and I followed. You casually punching my erect sexuality with complete disregard for it. Your hand suddenly grabbing the back of my head, pushing my throat beyond its limits, and laughing at my desperate gagging. Your face sneering with contempt as you grab and twist my tits until I gasp out a scream. You paddling my ass beyond what I thought I could handle, and me wanting eagerly to take as much as I could. Your training of me until I was in a cock frenzy, sucking cocks left and right, and unwilling to let go even when you commanded me to follow you back onto the floor. Being used by you as a footstool and object, and squirming and begging for more. Your beautiful face, close to mine, commanding me for how I should behave even after our session, while I could do was mumble back 'obey, obey...' through my mouth gag.
I still feel the bruises in the back of my throat and the stings on my body - they both remind me of my true place and worth.
And I am hopeful that You had some fun too - I feel proud that I could show off my pink chastity strap belt to you and teach you about something you hadn't seen before.
If we get the chance to play again, I'd like to have dinner together first to connect. I want to explore the non-sissy aspects You have shown me some more. I'd love to be Your little play thing for You to amuse Yourself with. Your leashed pet, Your bound object, Your slave to teach and torture with pain, humiliation, and disdain. My desires are nothing else than to be molded and shaped by You.
You commanded me not to release until Monday, a full five days after our session. I'm not sure if you knew, but I came close to releasing during our session while you were fucking me into oblivion. But in the immediate evening after our session, I was so overwhelmed that release was furthest from my mind. I have upheld my vow, which is far longer than I usually go, and did not release until Monday as I promised. And days later I find myself longing not for my usual release, but for more subservience at your feet.
— Your obedient brainless pet
