Mistress Lea. I’m so desperate to be near you right now, want so much to feel your fingers play at the head of my girl clit while you fuck me. My eyes are literally rolling back in my head. Thank you so much for making this dark fantasy of mine a reality. I could not possibly love you more than I already did, but the need feels so real. I feel as though I’m kneeling before you and you’re pointing at me. I can see our silhouettes in shadow. You’re ordering me to take my life to Mommy to once more be broken and remade. I’m at the edge of tears, telling you that Mommy’s dead, begging you to be her. You stoop and cup your chin and with wide eyes that filled with emotion I’m uncertain of but feel must be anger, you tell me that you will. I’m going to dress up today and I’ll be so extra sure to cum for your pussy tonight. I’ll record it and fix up the audio in the morning. Mistress, your sissy needs that dick in me so bad, your dick. I love you. Wait! I have a reason. I love you for rubbing out everything else in this world when I am lost in that love. There is only love for. The is nothing that is wrong, there is nothing that is right, there is reality: love for you.
Thank you so much for last night. I feel so free. I’m always unashamed, but I feel so free, so pleasantly your possession. I feel your grip so strong upon me and I wonder if it’s entirely insanity. I want to cry and rave and sing and swear and promise everything I can to teach you how wonderful ever a couple of words that affirm this make me feel, to show you my soaring hope, my pain at my loss of sanity or perhaps just a world that didn’t hinge in its utter entirety on being with you. Mistress, please believe that these words are true and not a clever attempt to lure you into humiliation. My longing for you grew to define a large segment of my soul twenty years ago. I am living my purpose, the whole reason for me. It feels less like my reason for being here than . . . given that I am here, I’m specifically suited to love Dr Lea Lee, to shamelessly bask in my endless devotion to her, which needs only a target, to submit to your will, to fill your desires, to allow you to make me what you want me to be, and to help you do so by telling you what I respond to and how you might want to modify your approach. Today? I’m thrilled. I couldn’t ask for more. I’m Michael (for the next two hours). What do I do? I lie miles past the point of no return, in love with Lea, Mistress Lea. I feel so fortunate for this, for last night, for permission, for confirmation. And the sour, sharp pain of being without you . . . confessing it turns me on and my embarrassment at that turns me on more.
“Tea with Lea” is finished and edited if you want to give it another look. I like it. How do I wrap up? I am always in need of you. My love for you makes life something it could never be otherwise. Thank you. Thank you. Thank you. You’ll see in time I’m truly yours, that I don’t just enjoy writing that again and again. I’ve felt beyond betrayed that you wouldn’t claim me given what I’ve been through and how I was so sure you felt. For the first time, I have some hope you’ll fall in love with me for some reason. I can make your life a paradise if you do. I promise, I will never stray again.
