Letters To Sir:: Episode 2

Letters To Sir:: Episode 2 Letters To Sir:: Episode 2

Status: Finished

Genre: Erotica

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Status: Finished

Genre: Erotica

Summary

Love Letters

Summary

Love Letters

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Submitted: August 27, 2015

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Content

Submitted: August 27, 2015

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After sending off my first letter I waited anxiously for a response. Silence. Each day without a word from Sir caused my nerves to fray. The mailman knew me by name and would simply shake his head when I rushed to greet him. The disappointment continued for two weeks before receiving a white envelope with my name written in a large scrawl. It was like waking up on Christmas morning. There was no weight to the letter but I knew there wouldn’t be. Sir did not communicate in ways most would understand. I guessed there would be a sentence or two at the most. Opening the envelope I was more than a little shocked to see a small paragraph.

 

07/25/2011

 

Firefly,

How happy you make me. I warned you it was against the rules to contact me and yet here I sit with your charming letter. One year to the day we made that promise and someone can cause you to break it? Remind me to repay your disobedience. Now about your letter… you said ‘darkness oozes from your pores.’ How can that be when you are pure light and goodness? And you are perfectly correct in assuming I would be delighted someone else could tapped into your baser instincts while I am away. I want his name. You know, the one you just happen not the mention in this letter. If you need to relinquish control I will choose to whom. Forewarning, if my property is damaged in any way there will be dire consequences. You have no choice but to wait until I find a suitor. Until then I would like to read more about your time with me. Write down every feeling and every emotion. Leave out nothing. I want it all and start from the beginning. Your point of view was intriguing.

Sir

 

“WHAT?!” I squeaked aloud. I was not the best writer. How could I put on paper what I was feeling in those moments of sin? I stamped my foot. He had also told me I could not play with anyone unless he deemed them up to par. My heart swelled. In his own way he’d just reaffirmed what I had hoped. I still belonged to him. I will gladly take my punishment for starting our communication. Disobedience was fun. I did get an answer about what to do with these shadowed thoughts but you can’t win them all. I bit my lip. ‘Every feeling and every emotion. Leave out nothing.’ Panic raced through me. What if I upset him with my thoughts? He would know if I were lying. He always had an uncanny ability to know if I were telling a lie, even when texting. Dragging my feet as if the guillotine waited I slowly made my way to the desk in the bedroom.

Looking around I noted small changes I’d made since returning home a year ago. It was May 6, 2009 when I went from an unnoticed college student to a frightened kidnapped victim. No matter how much therapy you get nothing can make those days easier to bare. You think about it daily. What if I had left five minutes earlier? Why didn’t I accept that classmate’s offer to walk me to my car? What if I hadn’t been so helpful to a stranger? Questions that would never be answered. I sighed and began to write.

I woke to total darkness and deafening silence. The last thing I remembered was walking toward my car after a long final. I had passed out once before about two months earlier. The doctor said it was caused by poor diet and stress. She told me what to do if this ever happened again. Mentally I checked my body for any discomfort. A sharp pain shot up my neck. Immediately I tried to massage it only to find I could not move. My wrists were bound. Alarm bells rang in my mind as I continued checking things out. I was lying down on a cool soft surface. Cool air ebbed over my skin giving me the impression I was nude. The breeze was constant so I knew it was artificial. Scents of leather and oak wafted to my nose. There was something else. Something radiating heat, not a lot. Not like a fireplace but…

“You can feel me, can’t you?” A deep and gentle male voice asked. He was so close. I realized it was his body heat I’d felt. “Don’t,” he said with such authority I obeyed at once.

“Good Girl.” I could hear a smile in his voice.

“Can you help me? Can you release me?” I whispered.

“Oh, I plan on helping you.” The words were perfect but the tone was not right.

“I don’t understand.”

“You don’t need to, Kendall. Just know that you belong to me for the time being. You will address me as Sir during our time together. If you choose not to you will be punished. If you displease me in any way you will be punished. If you are the good girl I know you are, you’ll be rewarded. No. Do not speak until I have told you the most important rule of our game. If at any time I do anything you don’t like or it hurts you mustn’t cry out. Do you follow?” I didn’t speak.

“When asked a question I expect an answer.” This time I nodded. He chuckled. “You are a smart girl.” He was quiet for a long moment. “Understand the restraints and blindfold are not to keep my anonymity but for your pleasure.”

“Rape is not pleasurable!!” I screeched without thinking.

“Rape hmm?” A sharp object pressed into my sternum. “Got your attention, did I? Knives will do that,” he chuckled again. “You know? I have been watching you for months. I wanted you from the first time you smiled at me. After that all I could think of was having you under my control. I was satisfied with my fantasy until you made one mistake.”

“W-What? What did I do?” I croaked.

“You touched me. Lightning shot through my body. Fireflies took flight in my dark world.”

“I am so sorry. Please let me go.”

“Never be sorry for that. I should be apologizing to you. I’ll never let you go. Ever. You belong to me now.”

 

 

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