Another letter from a helpless slave

Another amazing letter describing how I’m financially enslaving a helpless man!

*kneels before his Mistress*

Hello Mistress Lauren.  I wanted you to know that I tried to leave feedback after midnight last night, but I’m not able to leave feedback yet.  I just tried again, two minutes prior to this email, and it still is not letting me.  I think NF is on an actual 24hr. feedback schedule.  Like, I need to wait 24hrs. from my first feedback given to you before I can leave another.  I thought it would reset after midnight.  Please forgive my assumption.  However, I will leave you the feedback you deserve when I am able.  Thank you for abusing me yesterday Mistress.

I’m in love with your wicked laugh.  I LOVE how you enjoy brainwashing me into a mindless fuck you can drain.  I keep thinking about what was said in the emails I bought; particularly the one about me on my knees behind you, worshipping your ass, as you take my ATM card.  I imagine you becoming stern in your demands, “Give me your PIN number,” but I hesitate.  You slap my face once and watch my lust build and my attention completely on you as you lock my gaze with your eyes.  “Give me your PIN number pig, NOW!”  I blurt it out without hesitation as you shove my face back into your perfect ass immediately after taking my PIN.

I can feel you’re the type of woman that can get whatever she wants when she has a man caught in her presence.  There’s nowhere to run.  Being in your presence, I wouldn’t be able to stop you from grabbing at me, breathing in my face, spitting in my mouth (drugged by your taste).  Weaker and weaker as I grew harder beyond my control.  I wouldn’t be able to shut off your words that penetrate my weakened mind; brainwashing me into submission.  I could stop myself or finish myself when I’m alone to stop from making stupid decisions.  I can hang up the phone to shut off the brainwashing.  My life would be in danger if I were near you…I’m sure of it.  But it’s SO HOT to think about, Mistress.

Hungry for You,

slave tim