I love you for keeping me locked up,
I love your strength, your lack of mercy.
I love your kindness, disguised to the uninitiated as cruelty.
I love how you devour me, your intensity, the way you intimidate me.
I love the feeling of helplessness, hopeless knowledge I will never again know unrestrained satisfaction.
The certain knowledge it will always be frustrating, it will always be suffering for your pleasure.
I love how I wake in the night and cannot sleep for hard steel, filling the cage,
mind engulfed with thoughts of you.
I love the knowledge that I will never again need to search. That I am home.
I loved the important message you gave me on Monday, the emotion that filled me in my ecstasy.
Such emotion.
I love 63 days. I love your number, whatever it may be.
I love that I WANT to wank - right now especially, and all the time.
I love that I cannot. No matter how I may plead and there truly is no escape.
I love how you make me cry.
I love the tears of joy that roll down my face as I read your love letter, as I write this.
Most of all Mistress, most of all, I am completely and utterly in love with you.
Your adoring boy. xxx
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