I carried it into my apartment, tossed the other mail on the counter and carefully opened the envelope.I carried it into my apartment, tossed the other mail on the counter and carefully opened the envelope. Inside were a dozen or so responses. Most seemed to be from professionals. `Mistress so-and-so' with a photo in leather, or whatever. Several business cards were included, some even had rates on them. One letter stood out from all the others. There was a picture with it of a normal looking woman. She looked to be about late thirties and was dressed in normal street clothes. The typewritten letter said: Dear Slave, I am sending this in response to your classified ad. I understand you are looking for a nasty woman to take control of your life. Well, I'm sure I'm bitchy enough for you. I live in New Jersey. I have a large home and own my own business, so I assure you I am an expert bitch and have plenty of time to prove it. I have been into the B&D scene for several years but always playful, with lots of restrictions. While these have been fun I have always wanted to own my own slave. To do with as I want! To let my dirty little mind run wild, and I've had some pretty wild fantasies over the years! You claim that you are looking for a live-in situation, and that you are serious. If you are really serious then so am I, but I warn you first: I can be VERY nasty when I'm horny. Maybe too nasty for you... If you are really serious, send a letter and a photograph to the P.O. box at the bottom of this sheet. Your letter should describe exactly how you wish to be treated, in as much detail as possible. Be warned, however, that if you do become my slave I will keep your letter and subject you to everything you've written! Still serious? I am. Now it's up to you... Donna I read the letter with trembling hands. Then I re-read it and looked at the picture. Something about the self-assured smile on the woman's face made me shiver. |