Epistles from and Admirer

by: dale

Dear Mistress Tatiana,
I just returned home from our latest session, my mind reeling in ecstasy and uncertainty. The experience you gave me today was the most exquisite event I can ever recall having the honor of being a part of in my life. I am at a loss for words to describe the feelings and emotions that are still surging through my body and soul. It is not just your obvious and stunning physical beauty and stature, or your immediately apparent high intelligence and sharp wit. You possess a deep and powerful magic within you. While staring lost and helpless into your eyes today I found myself mesmerized. I was terrorized; feeling pain, yet enjoying it; feeling under your control and relishing it; feeling that I had no control over either the situation or my own intense enjoyment of it; having an overwhelming desire to please you, and yet feeling inept: what I could possibly do for you that could equal the intense pleasure you enveloped me with? You presented me with a great honor today, giving of yourself, your intensity and your power. You have changed my life. Thank you.
--dale

Mistress Tatiana,
I kneel on the floor, head bowed, naked and vulnerable, trembling in anticipation of your arrival. The door opens and as you enter, the warmth of your passion fills the room, and just as the sun on a clear spring morning turns the frost to dew, my tremors melt away. I slowly lift my eyes, deliciously taking in every inch of your beautiful body. My gaze travels up your shapely legs to your firm, smooth ass. As you turn towards me, I look further to your full breasts, finally resting on your lovely face, that of a Goddess, beautiful beyond mere mortal capability. Our eyes meet, and yours are the same color and intensity of those of a lioness, free and wild, Queen of that primal and ancient wilderness deep within us. My trembling returns, no more in anticipation, but in fear, very real, and founded in the truth of who you are, and of what you are capable of doing to me. At your feet, I silently offer myself to you, and hold on for the wild ride to come. Another session begins, and I love it.
– dale

Mistress Tatiana
If I was caught in your web before, after this latest session I am surely trapped there with no desire for escape. Being on my knees before you, and crawling to and fro at your command, is an extraordinary place to be, and I love being there, no shame, no guilt, no loss of my manhood, only a sense of pride at your willingness to allow me to attend. Where you took me today is still beyond my realm of understanding. I only know that I loved the journey. Time stood still as, with my back against the cross, hands pinned there by your command, gazing at you adoringly, you flogged me, over, and over, and over, and over... seemingly forever. I was mesmerized by your beauty and hypnotic rhythm. Left hand-left breast craaack!!! Right hand-right breast craaack!!!!! The sound of leather against my bare chest exploded in my ears, strangely like music, in perfect 2/4 time, measure upon measure. It was a song, primal and ancient, beautiful in its simplicity and perfection. As your skilled hands played, your magnificent body swayed in perfect unison, your hips gracefully shifting weight from side to side as the whip slipped precisely from hand to hand. Your muscular arms formed a figure eight, the leather tails of the flogger crossing on my chest after swinging evenly over each of your shoulders. A dancing goddess before me, once again you displayed your uncanny insight. Somehow you knew when to speed up or slow down, increase or diminish the intensity of the blows. As the mother ocean controls the movement and volume of water sent to shore, so you controlled the whip, sending wave after wave of intense sensation crashing down upon my body. Your eyes held me prisoner with their intensity. There were several moments that the room seemed to melt away, and all I could see was you, all I felt was you, all I desired was you… CRAAACK!!!!!! Leather against reddened chest… CRAAACK!!!!! And I was back in the room, the pain washing over me, pounding me to the rough, rocky bottom with overwhelming force. Beaten to submission, I was allowed to crawl to your feet and kiss them, worship you, as I groveled on the floor before you. To be humbled before you is a joy in itself. You gave me the gift of allowing my lips to softly caress your beautiful ass with gentle kisses. Oh, what pleasure to be so close to you. As I hungrily passed from one cheek to the other, the wonderful musky scent from between your legs gently wafted to my yearning nostrils, inflaming my entire being with desire for you. I can't help myself- man, slave, whipping post, whatever I am to you. Your beauty, strength, compassion, presence, passion, timing, intelligence, humor, power, wit, all wrapped together comprise a package incredible beyond comprehension. (Your piss, as well, is the most delicious nectar I have ever tasted, like a fine, light, dry Chablis, offered warm, directly from you, and in great volume. Oh, what a treat!!!) I only hope that you do not soon tire of playing with me.
-- dale

Mistress Tatiana,
There was something missing in my previous description of our latest session, and I have struggled to find a way to describe it. Somewhere in the middle of your rhythmically stroking me, striking me, with the whip, you said to "stay with me", [or perhaps I just imagined it, as I was transfixed by your eyes]. At the time my mind was floating along somewhere in a state of pure, intense bliss, separated from my suffering flesh. You deftly controlled the strokes, and held me, hypnotized, in the palm of your hand. It seems that you knew where I was and then, moments later, with incredible and powerful manipulation, brought me to a place I did not even realize could exist. Both the pain and my world as I have always known it, were, in a fleeting moment, washed away. All that was left was a state of ecstasy, orgasmic in nature, pure and innocent. The feeling was immeasurably warm, a gift of love. My emotional response was immediate and overwhelming; my lip quivered, and tears of joy fell from my eyes. This experience alone was beyond my imagination. To stand before you, naked, as you witnessed me going through this only added to the bliss. I don't think I will ever be able to find the words to express my feelings of gratitude to you for taking me there. My debt to you grows greater every time you touch me, as your touch is beyond the realm of mere humanity.
--dale

Mistress Tatiana
As I wandered around my house this morning in my boxer shorts, belching, scratching myself in as many inappropriate places as I could muster, and generally being a guy, a thought struck me. Throughout my life, I have demonstrated my dominance over the world of macho men. In so doing, I have more than earned a place, if not at the top of the heap, then at least very close to that top. Keeping my position in that world in mind, as I grovel at your feet and offer you my worship, envision if you would, that it is not just I, but all those men below me on the scale of masculinity whom I represent. We are all there, me physically, and the rest by proxy. It is not their own fault that they cannot see beyond their own biceps, or that they do not have the vision to recognize a goddess when they have the privilege of being in her presence. They are just men, and as such are trapped within their own machismo, as I was myself. I hope you enjoy, or are amused by, this image. As is the norm for me lately, You are in my thoughts constantly, and that brings me great joy and fulfillment. Thank you for who you are.
-- dale

Mistress Tatiana,
We spoke of pain when last we met and I have been thinking on the subject. I can’t claim to enjoy the pain in and of itself. It hurts like hell. However, the greatest fulfillment of the whole experience for me is the satisfaction and joy of suffering for your sake. Aside from the reality of where my negotiated physical limits are, I crave the thought of doing anything to please you. You have cast a spell over me, deliberate or not on your part, and now that I have accepted who I am in relation to the power you have over me, the pleasure of suffering for you is exquisite and grows deeper every time I see you. I love what you do and what you give to me. Thank you.
-dale

Mistress Tatiana,
You have enchanted me again, and I find myself absolutely adoring you for it. You have unlocked something from deep within me that has been there ever since I was a child. I have feared it, avoided it, dreamed of it, craved it, forgotten it, and searched for it. I have found in you perhaps the key to who I really am. I don't know. For all practical purposes, you are virtually a stranger to me, and I to you, yet the wonderment I feel, the absolute willingness to surrender to you, is completely real. You call yourself one of the Fantasy Makers. If so, why do I feel instead that the fantasy has actually been hidden inside me and you are the one bringing it forth, not into fantasy but into the light of reality? When you strike me, it is real; the pain is real. Whatever it is that I see within your eyes is very, very real. Most of my life I would never have thought I might find myself begging someone, even someone as beautiful and compelling as yourself, to hurt me, to give me pain, and yet there I was today, caught in your web, and loving every second of it! On top of all that, and on a much lighter side, it is tons of fun playing with you (or should I say, being played by you!). You are very creative, full of life, and a joy to be near. You have added multiple new dimensions to my life, all of which I see as positive. You are magnificent.
--dale.

Mistress Tatiana
I just arrived home, and nearly tripped over myself running to the mirror to check the bruises you administered with such skill upon me today. Definitely visible even on my scarred butt! I am honored and proud that you would offer so much to me today, giving of your extraordinary talent. I can only kneel, and humbly offer my body and soul to you, to do with as you choose. I trust you, and I believe you possess the skill and expertise to take me to the furthest edges of my limits without harming me. Today's session was almost beyond description. Your intuitive knowledge of the balance between extreme pain on one side and soft gentle caresses on the other kept me teetering on the edge of the sword throughout the entire session. A very fine and sharp edge upon which you dance with the skill of a samurai, and the grace of a ballerina. Your ability to envelop me in warmth and tenderness one second, and then sear my flesh in extreme intensity the next with perfect timing is pleasurable beyond my wildest dreams.
--dale

Mistress Tatiana,
I must tell you that the expressions I sent to you then, and now, are not just words, but my true and very personal inner feelings and observations over our years of sessions. I thank you again for what you have done for me. I will forever be in your debt. Do with me what you will, and feel free to expand both of our limits. You are the most beautiful, powerful, sensual, and intense woman I have ever encountered in my entire life. Thank you for allowing me, over the last five years, to be a small part of yours.
-- dale