Hello weak wanker,
I am not going to ask you how you are. I already know loser .. you are horny and you can't wait to open the plastic bag in this envelop. Well little man, you will have to wait. First read this letter carefully and do everything it tells you. And no wanking! You weren't already doing that, were you jerkerboy? Or planning to do that?
Yes I know your weak mind so well! Your weak horny mind, that stops thinking rational when you see my name on yahoo, and that totally blocks when you see me on cam. I totally love it when you can only think one thing: pay, pay, pay your Mistress.
And I know you love it also. That you are addicted to it! Addicted to paying me! Addicted to paying and wanking! You are such a sweet moneyslut. The best one I ever had.
I never asked you, but how did it feel when I offered you my panties? I bet it must have felt so good. I felt good anyway little loser, and isn't that what counts? To make you Mistress happy.
Nod 'yes', and say it aloud now! I don't care where you are: 'Yes Mistress your loserslut wants to make you happy!'. Say it three times! NOW!
He was glad he had waited opening the envelop until he was back in his car. It was the seventh day in a row that he had visited the post-office to check his PO Box. He wasn't sure when she had posted the envelop to him or even if she would post it, but she had send him an e-mail 2 weeks ago stating that his package was in the mail. 'No wanking until it arrives. Read the letter first.'
Two weeks! The longest 2 weeks of his life. Especially the last week when the envelop could have arrived. And every day was harder. Every day of not talking to her, not seeing her. Every day without the envelop she had promised him.
But today it had arrived! He had almost ripped it open as soon as he had spotted it. But somehow he knew self-control was important now. He had run back to his car.
“Yes Mistress your loserslut wants to make you happy. Yes Mistress your loserslut wants to make you happy. Yes Mistress your loserslut wants to make you happy.”
God he loved how she could control him and how she could read his mind.
That was easy, wasn't it jerkboy, to admit to your Mistress what a loser you are. Good boy. I hope you were somewhere public. Maybe still in the post-office, feverishly reading my words. But knowing you, you found a safe private place to read. I hope I don't have to remind you that you can't touch your thingy?
With a small embarrassed smile he took the letter in both of his hands.
So how did it feel for you? Not that I am really interested in what you feel, but it's always nice to see you turn red with shame when you realize how addicted you are. I never asked $250 for a letter and a pair of panties before. Well maybe I should do it more often. There are plenty of losers like you out there who would die for some attention. And come to think of it: writing this letter and putting it in the mail takes a lot of my time. And you know what they say: time is money. Especially for you: my time is a lot of your money!
Sure some other slaveboys have payed for my panties before. But never $250. I sold some for $50 and once for $100, but that one also got a few of my pubic hairs.
Are you jealous now boy? I know you are. You hate those other slaves! But think of it this way: you got the privilege of paying me $250! Doesn't that feel good, that you could make me so happy! And thanks for sending it so soon! Don't you just love Western Union? It is almost as if you handed your wallet over to me and I pulled the $50 notes from it. Keep the change wanker.
I bought some lovely new shoes with your money. You know how I love to spend it on clothes and make up. You should send more to make me more happy. Come to think of that … why don't you?! It has been what ..., two weeks since you last pulled out your wallet for me? Don't you think it's time that you hurried like the pathetic slave you are to the bank again to tribute your Mistress? To thank her for sending you this letter? Why do I have to think of everything around here? Can't you come up with an idea like this yourself anymore? Hurry up! Put this letter back in the envelop and don't read another word until you have payed your respects to me.
Frustrated he folded the letter back in the envelop. Sometimes he hated her. But not really. How could you hate a woman who understood your feelings so totally. Who drove you wild with wanting to be her slave. Her payslave. Yes he was jealous. Of course he was. He hated it when she talked about other slaves. When she told him how they spoiled her and how happy they made her. He started his car. In the not so long ago old days, all post-offices had offered WU-facilities, but now he had to go to the main railway station or one of the 3 WU-offices in town. He decided against the railway station. Too much chance that he would encounter some acquaintance. Which office was closest and how much was he going to send her.
The letter hadn't said anything about an amount. She wanted to be surprised clearly. He drove his Volvo through the busy downtown traffic. He had been at the post-office at 8 o'clock. Opening hour. And now it wasn't 8.45 yet. How much would he send her?
The girl behind the counter was quit pretty. Turkish he guessed. Long dark curly hair, big brown eyes and nice breasts in a white knitted sweater. Another $250 he decided at the last moment. That would surprise her, he hoped. The girl handed him back his drivers license and he punched the four digits of his bankcard in the computer.
“This is your code sir”. He took the form from the safety drawer and put it in the inside pocket of his coat. She smiled at him and he almost blushed. She was pretty. “Have a nice day sir”. She smiled again. If only she could his thoughts. Would she have smiled? Or would she have seen what a pervert he was? Paying a girl hundreds of dollars for a little attention.
His dick got a little harder and pressed against his trousers. This always happened when he entered Western Union and sometimes even when he thought about entering. She had trained him well.
He remembered how she had done it. After they had met a few times on the webcam site she had explained to him how much better it was for her if he payed her directly. The webcam site took a percentage of every dollar that he spent there and then there was her boss who also took a percentage. That left 30% for her.
She had introduced him to Western Union and the first time she had only asked for $50. She had been so happy after he had sms-ed her the 10 digit code that was printed in big black numbers on the WU-form. She had praised him and given him a lot of her time and smiles. And a new instruction.
He was to cut a hole in the left inner pocket of a pair of jeans, then go to WU again and massage his cock discretely all the time when he was in the office. It hadn't been easy, but so exciting! She had returned his 10 digit sms with a lot of XXX's and an 'u r allowd 2 cum'. He hadn't lasted for more then 30 seconds. They had repeated this game 3 or 4 times and then he wasn't allowed to wear the jeans anymore. Well he hadn't needed them anymore. His dick went hard whenever he saw the yellow WU logo and even sometimes when he just saw the 2 letters.
He was back in his car and checked his phone. No reply to his message yet. That wasn't unusual. Sometimes she left his messages unanswered at all. He could understand. How could he expect a goddess like her always to have time for her. At least he had her letter to finish.
I know you are so curious and almost can't wait to open the plastic bag. But I know you will wait, because I told you to. And you are a good puppy. You can get the bag out of the envelop now and admire it. I trust you are happy with the color I choose for you and if not, you can choose the color next time, but it will cost you of course.
They were neatly sealed, flattened, black, unwrinkled in an airtight plastic bag that was almost the same size as the A4-envelop. He could see them from behind where her pretty ass must have been, but also from the front where … He felt his dick twitch.
Now you have two choices. You can either leave the bag closed and admire my panties as they are supposed to be admired by loserboys like you. You can't touch, can't smell and only watch! This is really what I should make you do and then after a week send them back to me, so I can check if you behaved like the good puppy you are.
His dick twitched again. She was unbelievable.
Or I could give you permission to open the bag. I know you want this bad. I know this is the reason why you begged me to send them in the first place. To be able to feel how soft they are, how they taste, how they smell. You weren't actually planning of wearing them? Were you? Dirty slut! I know your mind so well. You wanted to sniff them and wank that loserthingy in your trousers. And then, when you would feel so horny and weak, you want to touch your little pecker with my sexy panties and stroke it hard. So hard for your Mistress! Deciding if you would dare to squirt your dirty sticky load in your Goddesses underwear or maybe if you would dare to wear them to work.
It was amazing how she could read his mind. He wanted to rip the plastic apart and inhale the scents she had left on the black panties. He wanted to wank hard. Right here and now in the car. To cum for her.
Decide now slutslave. Keep the plasticbag intact like a good little puppy or rip it open. I know what you want. I know what you will do. We both know it loserboy. There is a second letter in the plastic bag. Don't tell me I didn't warn you. You know how I hate crybabies.
He ripped the plastic apart and brought the panty to his face. His lips felt dry and he decided to sniff them first before kissing them. With closed eyes he inhaled deeply. This was where the most secret part of her beautiful body had been. The parts she had never showed him. He could smell her now. He pressed the panties close to his nose and felt the small second letter that was tightly folded in it.
You are so easy to predict my slut. You just couldn't help yourself. Could you? You had to do this. Did it smell good? I know! I smell so great! Better then you ever smelled before in your life. Sniff again my wanker. Inhale me deeply and pay the price!
You know I love this part. The part where you are going to pay me! Pay, pay, pay, slutty.
You didn't expect you could sniff my panties for free. I know you want to pay for it. Lets say 100-times what I payed for them. You are so lucky they are just cheap panties, They only costed $4,99. You can do the math loser! I will be kind to you today. You may deduct what you have just tributed at WU. But the rest I want pronto. And this means today! You can choose to go back to WU or use paypal. I don't give a shit as long as I have $m$ within an hour from your last one. So you better hurry.
Shit. Only an hour. Fourtyfive minutes to be precise. He was still parked in front of the WU office. But he couldn't go back in there. The girl would know for sure he was some pervert and call the police or who knows what. He buckled in and drove home as fast as he could.
She wasn't online. Not at yahoo at least. He logged into paypal and transferred the amount. $499 to pay, $250 payed already. What the heck. Who cared about another dollar.
A minute later his phone beeped. He felt his dick grow impossibly hard.
'Cant u do math boy?' the screen of his phone read.
'or do u thnk im so chp tht I accpt $1 tips?'. He felt drops of sweat under his arms.
'either wy: wank tht pathetic thng + aftr pay yur cumtax!'.
He lasted under 10 seconds this time and faithfully paypaled her another $50.
