My Master,
How much would a ticket to Mexico or Jamaica run me?  I'll have to find a way
to go there in secrecy, but I'm sure I'll be able to.
The concept of seeing you again honestly frightens me, but you know I'll always
come whenever and wherever you call me; I cant help it.  I cant say I'm not
afraid that youll go a little far even for me, but how can I resist my master's
call?  Besides, I've had your promise that you'll keep my body in relatively
good shape, havent I?  Even if it takes me a while to heal from what you do to
me.
Out of curiosity, is getting off on being hurt a totally foreign concept to
you, do you just think I'm a sick fuck, or does it make sense to you?  Someone
wrote in an essay on the Marquis de Sade that it made sense to derive pleasure
and a sense of power from inflicting pain on others, but that masochism makes
no sense at all and is utterly perverse.  Just wondered how you felt about
this.  Personally, I have no idea where my need to be abused comes from, but it
is nonetheless a very strong need.  Ever since I started to think about sex,
I've always pictured it as an act of violence, and even gentle sex has always
hurt me a bit because I'm pretty tight.
There is so much we left undone at our last meeting.  Even though I'm a slut at
heart, I am not overly sexually experienced, especially not in the whole sadism
realm.  I've never been brought to tears or blood, I've never even been
penetrated in both holes at once.  I've been thinking about our future meeting
a lot lately; it's very distracting in class.  The second we get alone, you
grab me, one hand gripping and pulling my hair, the other up my skirt, forcing
fingers inside me, and you kiss me hard, until I bite my own lips and they
bleed.  After you let me fellate you for a while and teach me to deep throat
your entire cock you take a break; I catch my breath and wipe the tears from my
eyes as you push me over the bed and I stay still while you tie me up.  I'm
still wearing my skirt, but it's pushed up around my waist, and my bra slips
down my shoulders and halfway down my breasts.  I'm perfectly still and
obedient as you tie my ankles to the bed, pulling my legs apart painfully far
and leaving the entire area between my legs completely open and exposed and
helpless against you. My wrists are likewise tied up above my head and there is
absolutely no way I can escape you if it becomes too much.  You beat me first
with the leather belt I remember so well, leaving red welts and bruises all
over my ass and thighs, and even a few cuts and imprints from the buckle.  I
endure all this, and when you stop with the belt i think youre done, but you
take out next a very thin whip and continue to beat me, and now you can leave
thin lines of blood across my ass and even hit me right between the legs.  When
you do this i cry out even louder than I have been and you can see my thigh
muscles twitching as my body tries to close itself against you and pulls
uselessly against its bonds.  When youre finally done beating me, I'm utterly
exhausted and wish I could get up, but of course you havent cum yet and I still
need to be fucked before it can be over. I've completely lost it; I start
crying at the mere thought of my poor, already sore, whipped cunt being fucked
with your huge cock, and I groan as you push it in even though you start out
slowly.  You speed up very quickly though, and start pounding me.  I shudder
and cry out at every thrust, and start begging you to stop.  Of course you
ignore me and you fuck my cunt until its equally sore inside and out and almost
numb.  You finally pull out after what seems to me an eternity and see that you
left my cunt red and inflamed.  My asshole is still intact, however, and you
know we wouldnt be finished if you left it that way.  I'm really not up to
being anally fucked and i beg you, screaming, not to fuck my asshole, offering
to deep throat you again until you cum and swallow all of it if you'll only
spare my ass, but you refuse.  You push your cock into my ass slowly because
it's a really tight fit and you can hear me sobbing already.  Soon your cock is
deep in my ass and youre fucking me as hard as you possibly can, making my body
shake and my head hit the top of the bed with each violent thrust.  I am
screaming really loud now and shouting "no" and "please stop" and my whole face
is wet with my tears.  You fuck me mercilessly until you are seconds away from
cumming, and when you pull out i groan again and then cant make any sound but a
pitiful whimper.  You move around to the other side of the bed so you can cum
all over my tear-drenched face, shooting it in my eyes and my open mouth.  You
untie me but you dont let me wash my face until i've licked your entire cock
clean, and while I'm licking my blood and juices off your cock, you rub my
inflamed, fucked-out holes lightly but painfully and you can feel my groan
around your cock deep in my throat. after im done I thank you and you allow me
another kiss, for which i am very grateful.  Only then do you let me wash the
partially dried cum off my face, and I also wash the blood off of myself but
its hard because I'm so sore.  And I start to cry again as I realise that I
still have an entire week of your abuse ahead of me.
I have to go, but I promise to write again soon.
Ever yours,  Bellamy
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