My email to my Mistress

I should preface this with a little information. I am currently out of town "care taking" a rural property and desperately miss my beloved Mistress. I sent this to her yesterday. Also;
We are real.
We live in Vancouver Canada.
We are actively involved.
Her response was overwhelmingly positive ...lucky me!


Beloved Mistress,
I had a most engaging dream last night, sexual as usual.
We had renovated the "shop" at home and created a spare room in the back left corner, by the "garage" door there were cabinets, a work area and our motorcycles, where you enter was a living room/rec room with a seating area, a fireplace and the pinball machine.
The "spare" room had your piano in it against one wall, a double Murphy bed against a second wall and the cement wall was painted nicely and had all the musical instruments hanging on it. Beside the door was a small writing desk and a old style 3 drawer filing cabinet.
You had insisted that the walls of this room be covered with plywood on both sides and completely sound insulated. The door was a big, solid, heavy, well fitting one. This was your piano studio/guest room. It was warm and inviting but also almost stark and minimalist.
You wanted the room to teach piano in. A place that was quiet and assured complete sonic privacy.
Your students were all on the mature side. They ranged in age from 15 to about 60 and were exclusively male. You usually had 3 students on any given day and lessons were 1 - 2 hours in length. You kept a heater in your studio and the temperature was always almost 80·F. You would tell students that your philosophy was relax and feel the music. You would suggest sweat pants and T-shirts but also encouraged them to wear just shorts and play barefooted. Often your students would be virtually naked.
THAT was your plan!
You began rewarding your students with a hand job for being well practiced and excelling with their homework assignments. You also took to spanking them for doing poorly. You were ever so slowly turning them all into obedient slaves.
Hand jobs became blow jobs, spankings became floggings. Some of your students even stopped playing piano yet kept showing up for their "lessons". The wall the music instruments were on being cement had required me to drill holes and use threaded inserts. You had me acquired eye bolts and hooks that would also fit into these inserts when the music instruments were taken down and they were (amazingly) perfectly positioned as hard points for more advanced bondage scenes and you had me place a hook in the ceiling as a suspension point. The piano bench was new, custom made and extremely sturdy. It was carefully designed to double as a bondage bench and was perfect to bend a submissive over allowing precise and complete access to both head/face and genitals. Your old school filing cabinet was a gorgeous antique with high quality locks and beautiful brass detailing. It contained your collection of whips, lubes, plugs, dildos and other "toys". It was always kept locked.
Locked. You kept me caged and locked as well as several of your more "advanced" students, usually the ones who had the 2 hour lessons.. You wore all of the keys on a necklace.
Sometimes you would have an advanced "student" bound and blindfolded and would summon me to assist with training or with providing their reward.
We even had a sign made to hang outside "Miss U's Music School".
We had designated student parking and they were trained to remain in their vehicle until their appointment time and to be prompt to the second.
You would always acknowledge your students in public even to the point of introducing them to each other. "Bill, this is Dale, he is also one of my more advanced students. Perhaps you two should consider "joint lessons" once a month".
You made it my job to clean the toys and the floor after lessons. Often you would masturbate them so they spunked on the floor and later you would have me clean the floor with my tongue as you watched, or as you stood over me and caned my ass for being too slow or for missing drops. You instructed me that cum was the most precious of all fluids and none should be wasted. You trained me to be your demonstration model and I learned to master deep throating.
Whenever you wanted to give a blowjob I did it. If someone was to be flogged while they fucked ass, it was my (your) ass that got fucked. If someone was to learn how to suck cock it was my(your) cock that got sucked. If someone was to be fucked by a real cock it was my (your) cock that did the fucking. Whenever there was cum anywhere it was my job to clean it up, with my mouth. Always with my mouth. Whenever you gave a special reward to a student and allowed them to fuck your pussy or your ass it was usually without a condom and your special reward for me was to humiliate and degrade myself as I begged to be allowed to consume it from your gorgeous tender body! If a condom was used you would keep it to feed to me later as a reminder that I am and shall always remain, your cuckold.
My beloved Mistress,
I love you.
I miss you.
I want you.
I need you.
Xx
Oo