I have a tendancy to save e-mails I've sent and sort of use them as a journal.  For awhile I had an amazing penpal pet and I was just reading through some old e-mails and came across this (which was originally a two parter).

Let me know what you think (just for the sake of all the p's and q's I have given myself permission to copy this here).

I want my cock in me so badly this morning! So dripping wet, but first my denial needs to be punished. I order you to go get the brush (I don't even use it on my hair anymore--it has an honored place among my "implements"). You crawl to the wall where I hang all my tools and reach up on your knees--you have to really stretch to reach and I like watching you work to get my instrument of discipline. You finally reach it and crawl back to me carrying it in your mouth. When you arrive in front of me you sit on your bottom and hands and offer me the brush. I pat you on the head and take the brush.

You take the position over my lap with my cock between my thighs. I don't know how many smacks "my" ass is going to take this morning, You are to count each one. I will keep going until my ass is red hot. I like the feel of my hairbrush. It is made of wood. the head is a near circle and flat, bigger than a normal hairbrush. It looks as though it was made to punish my ass. the handle is also thicker than normal and ergonomically designed with indents for fingers and thumb and more of a bulb shape to fit in my palm. the bristles are also made of wood--extra long but with little balls on the end to get through thick hair but protect the scalp. You both dread and look forward to this punishment. No matter how bad it is you know the brush will be going up the asshole you wear for me.

I start in hard, taking out my frustration on my ass. you can barely keep count, but the speed keeps you from feeling the full force of each one. Your head is swimming--my scent is so strong! After 10 strokes I stop. Suddenly my ass feels the full force of each stroke. I turn the brush over gently brushing my ass, adding to the sensations as the pain starts to really register.  My ass is a nice pink, but certainly not red or hot. Suddenly I start again harder and equally fast. your breathing is coming in gasps and after another 20 smacks (11-30) I again caress my ass with the brush. Your senses have been so assaulted, you barely know what you are feeling anymore and the pain is really settling in this time. You beg me to stop, plead with me to do anything, but no more hitting. when the begging becomes crying and pleading I know you are ready for more. I start in again, harder but slower--allowing you to feel the full extent of each smack, but this time I squeeze my thighs with each smack. The sensations are so confusing that you are having trouble remembering to count. If you miss one, oh well... Once you count to 40 I stop again. This time you can tell I am moving around, but not sure what I am doing--just glad I've stopped, then you feel something cold on my ass. You realize it's lube. You don't know whether to be ecstatic or afraid. Then something is entering my asshole, it doesn't feel like the 8"handle of the brush! Suddenly you realize I have put an extending and thickening sheath on the handle. From 8 to 11 inches in seconds. I push it all in in one swift motion---you scream and then thank me like a good obedient pet..

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Where were we? Oh yes, you must be feeling really full now. I twist the brush, even through the sheath you can feel the handle turning. It feels so good, my pet is quivering--working so hard not to cum, knowing if he asks to, I will withhold his release even longer. So well-trained and knowing me so well. I gently tap my red hot ass sending chills straight to my cock, signalling that it is time to get off of my lap.  My pet falls to his hands and knees following me to the side of the bed. I lay down, patting the bed signalling to my pet to join me. This time I take some pity on my pet because he is normally so good. Rather than tying him down on his back with my cock sticking up and my brush/cock fucking him even more deeply, I will allow him to place my cock in me from above. (plus I love watching him struggle as the sensations constantly change). My cock enters me slowly I savor every nerve it touches--my ecstasy is starting. Once he is fully in I grab the brush and pull my pet down on me, He feels fully enveloped with my arms around him, just holding him still, my knees bent so my soft thighs can engulf him and his hard belly against my soft one.

Then I grab my brush. My pet knows I am going to control the speed and force, he is to follow the brush as I move it in and out.slowly, gently I try to start so that it will be a nice long slow pace, building slowly, but last night's denial and this morning's spanking preclude that. Soon I am pushing and pulling, twisting and turning the brush hard and fast and you keep up with every movement. In no time I am screaming and thrashing, convulsions taking me higher and higher! I have one, two, three back to back orgasms, and then I feel something growing that I've never felt before! It is like a wave. starting as a ripple, building and building, larger and larger, nearly cresting, there it is, and as it hits with full force, I scream "PPPPPPEEEEEEEEETTTTTTT".

My pet knows he may cum now if he would like. He has truly and fully satisfied me. Even if he does cum, I would like him to stay inside me for awhile, until he natuarally falls out. Then, with or without his cream joining mine, he may clean me out, gently using my favorite tongue. MMMMMM

Hope you have enjoyed, when I wrote it I really enjoyed it and even rereading it and editing here I get a smile.

Kisses all xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx