Mistress, if it’s you who’s been calling, except for last Thursday, I never thought it for a minute. Do you honestly believe I could think you wanted me so much? Or was that the point. Christ, I’m getting hot. Do you know that I love you more than I can (CAN) love anyone else or do you . . . you need to be reminded of my devotion to you, don’t you. If it’s what you want, I will always be yours. It could not be otherwise. I have only my opinion of myself for helplessly belonging to you to monitor. But it will feel right. I know it will. And, because it feels right, it will make me happy. I know it will. What could make me happier to belong to you and to be yours and for that to be the way it should be? I’ll always love you. Maybe someday, you can understand that it extends forever inwards, that the only person I want to be is the person you want to be with. Mistress, this is . . . it’s motivated by love. If it sounds otherwise, please believe it’s written for love. A very strong impulse tells me to stop. I love you. Always.
