“Dear Jennifer”, I began writing. Trying to compress my letters as small as they would go.
“I just wanted to take a moment and put into words how much I’ve loved this past year together. This is hard for me to write, because as a dominant it’s hard to let myself be seen as vulnerable around you. But you’ve let me be so in ways I’ve struggled to be around anyone else. I feel safe, and supported; I feel here with you I can truly be myself,” I wrote, before pursing my lips as I squinted down at what I had written.
“Fuck, Is that how you use a semi-colon?” I muttered to myself before begrudgingly waving that thought away and carrying on.
“Despite the roles we play, you have always been there…”, but a series of low grunts tugged my attention away from my writing. I glanced upwards, my gaze meeting Jennifer’s as the woman’s head sat cocked to one side quizzically. One eyebrow raised in silent question above her vibrant blue eyes. I chuckled softly to myself as I leaned down, kissing her across the bridge of her nose. My hand slipping gently behind her neck to pop open the buckle of her gag before tugging the rubber ball free of her mouth.
“You look like you have something to say,” I murmured softly, a gentle smile tugging at the corners of my lips.
“Um, yeah,” Jennifer replied between breaths, her chest rising and falling as she took advantage of once again being able to breath through her mouth.
“What the hell are you writing that requires a semi-colon?” she asked, a confused smile dancing across her own expression.
“Well what were you expecting me to write?”
“That’s not an answer!” exclaimed an exasperated Jennifer before collecting herself and continuing.
“I don’t know… but when I said I wanted to try body writing I was thinking things like… slut or whore or slave or property of so-and-so. Or at least that’s the kind of thing I saw online,” she added, voice unsure of herself.
“But it feels like you’re writing a novel on me,” she exclaimed. Her expression once again back to bemusement.
“I’m writing a love-letter I’ll have you know,” I replied simply, putting on a sweet smile. Jennifer stared up at me in shock for a split second, before her face lit up in joy and laughter burst from her lips.
“A love letter?!” she asked incredulously between short fits of laughing. “You are writing a love letter across my chest?? What does it say?”
“Yes a love letter. But no I’m not going to tell you what it says until we’re done,” I said smugly, my smile never faltering despite Jennifer’s laughter.
“Oh my god you can be so fucking sappy sometimes,” the woman chortled
“There is no need for name-calling,” I stated sternly as my pen tapped against her collarbone. “Or maybe the next part of my letter should be written in your armpit.” I suggested as my pen drifted sideways. Jennifer’s expression froze, and she began to squirm uncomfortably, trying to wiggle herself further away from my pen.
“No no-no, I said no tickling. It was one of my limits,” she said hastily, eyes locked on my pen as it moved tantalizingly slowly.
“Says the woman who is buck-naked and tied up on my bed,” I purred happily. “How are you going to stop me?”
Jennifer tore her eyes away from my pen and looked upwards, craning her neck to look at her hands, stretched high above her head and tied to one another around one of the posts of my headboard. And after a moment her eyes darted back to meet mine.
“I’ll safeword you. You know I will.”
And now it was my turn to laugh. But it was not a malicious sound. Instead one that came from recognizing the absurdity of the situation, and loving ever second of it. My pen had already stopped in its tracks, and I leaned down over Jennifer. Kissing the woman softly against the lips, letting myself drift away in the taste of her mouth against mine. And when I finally broke away from the kiss it seemed both of us wanted nothing more than for it to continue aeternum.
“Yes, I know you will. So don’t worry, no tickling. But it’s still fun to tease you,” I added with a grin. Jennifer groaned, letting her head flop down against my blankets with her eyes closed.
“I love your teasing, but sometimes I hate how good you are at it,” she mumbled, eyes still closed.
“Well maybe you’ll like this better,” I chuckled as my pen began to move.
“What are you…” Jennifer began, cracking one eye open before her words were cut off by a sharp intake of breath. My pen had slipped between her legs, the rounded plastic end tracing circles around the woman’s sex. Reflexively Jennifer tried to press her thighs together, but her ankles too were bound. Each to a different bedpost, keeping her legs spread helplessly apart. A whimpering moan escaped her lips. Her hips bucking gently in response to my touch.
Watching her body move was captivating. The crimson flush across her cheeks, and tensing of the muscles across her stomach. She was beautiful. Hypnotic. Graceful and elegant. Her body seemed to undulate with pleasure. And I found myself pondering how spectacularly lucky I was. For no lottery winnings in the world could compare to being able to call Jennifer mine.
“How’s that?” I asked softly after a long moment.
“So fucking go..oo..od,” came the disjointed reply. The woman’s voice trembling with every touch. I leaned down, brushing my lips against hers, and feeling her mouth quiver excitedly against mine. And as I felt the tension building within her body I finally pulled my pen away, being sure to brush the length against her clit on the way past. Her body froze before she let out a cry of frustration, muffled by our kiss. And when I finally pulled back from the kiss she was glaring up at me reproachfully as she tried to catch her breath.
“I was so close!” Jennifer lamented sorrowfully, her eyes pleading for more.
“I know you were,” I whispered softly, gently brushing back a strand of hair that had fallen across her face.
“But I haven’t finished my letter yet. But tell you what: let me finish writing, then I will help you cum as many times as you can stay awake for. Deal?” I asked playfully, fingers gently stroking through her hair. Jennifer’s breath was still coming in rapid shallow pants, but a grin broke out across her lips at the prospect of climax soon enough.
“Deal,” she finally said, her breathing slowly calming. “But this better be one hell of a letter.”
“I’ll do my best,” I agreed happily.
“I love you,” murmured Jennifer, before opening her mouth, eagerly awaiting the return of her gag.
“I love you too Jenn,” I whispered back, heart overflowing with emotions as I leaned down to kiss her once more. Only pulling back when it was time to fill her mouth once again with the rubber ball. I raised my pen to my lips, licking it clean of Jennifer’s juices, before finally continuing to write.
Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/v7de64/jennifers_letter_body_writing_bondage_femsub
Quite interesting, I enjoyed it.