Dear Master

© 2014 Katie Greene & Midnight Birch Press

Cover images © Malyugin – Bigstock.com

The email correspondence that you are about to read is
extremely graphic
. This is by no means a regular erotic romance. This is a story of an intense sub/dom relationship designed to explore a number of taboos and to push a young, sexually-adventurous girl to her mental and physical limits. If you are
at all
easily offended, then the publisher strongly suggests you do not read any further. 

You have been warned … 

Experienced male dom seeks young, inexperienced female to put through her paces and craft into a true, submissive slut.

About me: I am an average white male in his late thirties, drug and disease free, smart and well-presented. To look at me, I could be anyone. A businessman, perhaps, or a work colleague, even a friend of your father’s. Chances are, you’ve probably passed me in the street at some point without giving me a second thought. But do not let my average exterior fool you. I am a cruel, strict and experienced Dom, looking to shape and challenge an obedient young Sub: to push her to her absolute limits, to degrade and humiliate her in a number of ways, to taste and possess her completely …

About you: between the ages of 18 and 25, with little to no previous sub experience. You shall be fit, healthy and well-presented. Ethnicity does not matter. However, it’s extremely important that you are open to having your limits fully tested, to be completely honest with me at all times, and to relinquish yourself totally to my commands.

If this advert has sparked something deep inside you, then please reply with a little more information about yourself, including in the first instance your full sexual history.

I look forward to hearing from you, Slut.

Your Master

I read your advert while browsing through the local contacts listings late last night and have found that I’ve been unable to stop thinking about it since then. All day today, I found my mind turning back to certain parts of it at odd moments, at work, on my lunch break, on the bus home to my apartment. I found myself looking around the office at my work colleagues, looking around the crowded bus, and wondering if any of those regular-looking men might be you.

I suppose this is the part where I tell you all about myself. As you might be able to work out already, I don’t have much experience answering adverts like this. I don’t have much experience in
anything
, really. My name is Sarah, I’m twenty-one, and I’m fresh out of art school. At the moment, I’m working in a fucking boring office job in the city, and sharing a small two-bed apartment with a female friend. I’m slim and pale, 5’6”, 118 lbs, with small breasts and long naturally-red hair.

As for my sexual history, there’s honestly not that much to tell you. I wish there was! I was a late-starter, you see. I was shy and kept to myself as a teen and didn’t even experiment with masturbation until I was like sixteen, because I heard my friends were all doing it. In total I have only slept with three guys …

1) Brad: I lost my virginity at eighteen to Brad, a boy who lived in my neighborhood and whose parents were friends with my mom and pop. We had semi-regular sex (two or three times a week) for just under a year, until I finally finished with him before going to college. Brad only ever really liked to do it one way: missionary, and I never once achieved an orgasm with him. He had a small but thick cock and he was really uncomfortable about me touching or sucking on it for some reason. I only ever sucked him once, while we were both a little high, and I felt frustrated that I couldn’t make him come that way.

2) Darryl: I met Darryl at art school in my first few weeks of starting there. I think I was initially attracted to him because of his skinny body and tattoos. He was tall and thin and wore chunky black framed glasses and tight-fitting jeans. Darryl was
much
more into oral than sex, and would often want me to suck him. I found I enjoyed this a lot, and even began to look forward to any moments when he told me what to do - to get down on my knees and suck him, or to lie back and let him jack off over my face or in my open mouth. Darryl’s cock was long and thin, with a bulbous purple head. Whenever we
did
have actual penetrative sex, it was never that special or memorable. Either I would ride on top of him, or Darryl would fuck me from behind, doggy, but he would never last particularly long, and certainly never long enough for me to come too. Sometimes, when I was sucking on him, I would touch my pussy too, and found I could come that way, by playing with my clit. (These days, when I fantasize to get off on my own, it often involves blowjob fantasies.)

3) Steve: Steve is just a guy at my work a few years older than me. I don’t like him very much. He’s just like this jock/frat type guy — not the kind of guy I’d ever normally go for — and we only fooled around once, at an office party. He initiated it, and I was drunk, and I think there was something about the idea of just letting him do whatever he wanted to me that, in my drunken haze, I got a little turned on by. We had quick, uncomfortable sex in the alley behind the office. He roughly pulled up my skirt and fucked me from behind, and he came after just a few thrusts. I regretted it immediately afterwards, but do sometimes find myself replaying the sex itself in my head, when I’m horny and feeling in a certain kind mood. It was almost like rape, I guess. I don’t know. We’ve not really spoken since the party and I’ve avoided him as much as possible at work afterwards.

That’s it. That’s my whole sexual experience so far. As you can probably tell, there’s
so
much still left for me to learn and to find out about myself. I don’t even know what I like. All I know is that, from those few experiences, what I have enjoyed most is the times when I have given myself up to someone else, and when I have been told exactly what to do, and when I read your advert the other night it felt like something stirred inside me and I just knew I needed to email you and find out more.

Whenever I masturbate, I imagine an older man, telling me to get down on my knees and keep my hands behind my back and suck him until he comes in my mouth.

I look forward to your reply,

Sarah S