Becoming Yours

Dear Mistress Alexa,

Your voice is like velvet: it has this mesmerizing, hypnotizing effect. But it is not only your voice: Everything you say is like the command of a true Goddess. You truly, truly understand. The pink angora sweater, the baby doll, and the panties, waiting for me when your driver collected me from the airport… I am longing to become yours entirely. The way your driver instructed me to get ready, dress up for you, in the car, so that when you would see me, you would approve… your letter for me in the car, inviting me to perform for you, as what I really am, to dance for you, and your promise to, if only I was to perform well, to allow me to wear the incredibly soft angora dress draped around a mirror image of myself… So I am practising for you, day and night, but I cannot exist anymore without listening to your voice on a daily basis: Please, please: let me talk to you, let me talk to you, again and again…

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