Letter To My Miss

Dearest Miss,As I think of you, I say to myself, "My God, Jampu, you are such a little bitch." I continue to berate myself as if talking to my reflection in the mirror.'It is no wonder that Miss hesitated when you approached her, asking to be her sub. It is as if she could see what a problem you might become. How could she know that you would be so much trouble for her? Perhaps, she had had others begging her domination. She perhaps understood that having subs comes with difficult responsibilities especially when the sub does not know who she is. Thinking that she wanted to be a sub, yet in reality not knowing anything about who she is or wants to be. Yes, you had a script for the relationship but now you understand it was based on hopeless fantasy and even more, you now must acknowledge that even in this virtual world any script that will work with such as Miss must be based in capitalism. In any event, you must take stock and realize that you have been an inconsiderate little bitch. I mean, Miss has been so good to you. She has helped you with your VIP. She has given you the most beautiful outfits. She has let you dance at all of her events. She never fails to greet you and embrace you tenderly. She has introduced you to many of her friends. Now, what have you done for Miss? You almanbahis şikayet have disobeyed her. You have tried to hide your need for time with your friends and pretend that dancing quietly night after night was all you needed. You have failed to seduce even one male such that he would pay for the need to be with you. You have not performed in the image of your Miss. You were so sure that your allure would make you irresistible to men. So sure, that men could not resist you. Yet each time they turned to your Mistress for their carnality and left you dancing on a virtual tree stump at the campground. Were you jealous or just shocked at the need these men have for her quick sex devoid of love? You at least, had pretended to be aware and interested in their needs, their feelings. Mistress just fucked them and left them and they all wanted more and more of her but not more of you. She was interested only in the size of their wallets. She had so many men who judge the quality of their life on the basis of her willingness to take their money for a quick carnal release. Perhaps they bragged to other of their relationship with her. Perhaps they paid their money for the bragging rights for having been with your Mistress. Surely no one paid for bragging rights to you, you little conniving almanbahis canlı casino bitch. Mistress is wealthy and powerful. She owns many virtual homes, an art museum, and a winery. You live in a tiny apartment with a Murphy bed and reprints of masterpieces taped to your apartment walls. She is in such demand that men must have her just to justify their virility... at any cost to themselves. You have not been able to make them so needful that they would gladly pay any price just to be with you. Are you jealous or simply humiliated by this failure?Look at her... She dares them to come to her. She dares them to offer a pittance for her time. They know they will be rejected and they know that she will never even look back to see their dust in the rearview mirror. Curse your approach of kindness and affection. In the end men only respond to power and think only of themselves. So it is that they come with large purses, willing to pay even more if they even sense that she will demand it. You are none of this! After months of her patience you cannot pay your way as you had hoped. In your arrogance you had thought it would be so easy to twirl men about your fingers and yet you have been humbled beyond measure. You thought that as a courtesan working in the court of Mistress R, you almanbahis casino would be so busy fucking that you would hardly have time for a douche. Yet none has come to fruition. Even a hundred douches could not clear your mind of the humiliation you have come to understand since she accepted you as her submissive. You are, as are the men who come to her, humbled by her presence. So it is that you decided to come and present yourself to Mistress in such a way as to be even more humbled than her most rejected clients. The men she spurns. The men dying to speak to her that she cannot even see. You see them because you talk to them as they grapple to be closer yet to her. You have tasted their hesitations and tentativeness. You share their horror at succumbing to her rejection. They, and you, are filled with this need for her. Yet you see so many of them lying along the side of the road, broken and wondering what could have been different. And so, it is that you redouble your efforts at submission only to find that you have disobeyed her once again. How many times will she forgive you? How many times will she come to you and say, "Welcome Jampu, after your night of disobedience."You girl, therefore, must come to the honest realization that you cannot be a sub. You are no good at it. Despite the intensity of your need for Miss you are not able to obey. What have you to give her if you cannot be silent and obey? Why can you not dance quietly in the chastity she demands? This seems to be her only demand, if indeed it even is a demand.