My dearest john, My lovely troy-
I am deeply aware of how chaotic our summer has been. Normal, I suppose, as it seems that the short summer season of New England tends to have many things packed into a few lovely months. We are used to this, I know, and we accept it. But it still can be hard to feel September nipping at our heels, knowing that we have not had enough opportunity to play naked in the woods, to swim in the moonlight, to tangle in the middle of hot summer nights.
I think we agree that we do the best we can. I feel great confidence and pride in us! I am fully aware of how many people are out there in the world seeking meaningful, kinky partnerships, and I feel lucky to have the dynamics that we do. We may not get to play as often as we’d like, but every week, and every day, we have some connection to our kink, and this makes Me happy.
I continue to find little opportunities to let you shine in your service to me. Sometimes there are big ones and sometimes there are the small ones. John wrote about that yesterday… the small and overt ways he demonstrates his service to his world. Troy has been demonstrating this daily with his checking in with me while John is away, with his little displays of affection and devotion. None of it is missed by Me.
But it’s the more public displays of service that make us all especially happy. When I can show you off and watch you shine.
Another opportunity has arisen, boys, and despite how busy we are, I am going to ask you to do what you can in the name and spirit of that service. Service to Me, and the events I hold dear.
You’ve done this before, the two of you. You have answered the call when I have asked you to perform, and you have done it wonderfully.
You are being called upon again. Will you be available? Are you able to serve me and a tribe of sexy women as we gather to sip wine and socialize? Will you be able to bestow upon us your culinary delights, and leave with us a sampling of your labors??
Our lovely lady friend Miss C is again hosting a gathering this Friday night at 5pm. There will be several women in attendance. Men will be permitted after 6:30pm.
Not knowing if either of you were available, I asked Miss C that if one or both of you were able to contribute either specialty cocktails or gourmet nosh, would she want what of you? Her sexy voice got sexier as she gushed, “Oh my gosh, YESSSS, of course”. She proceeded to add that it was not expected, that there was no pressure, but that of course she would love it if you wanted to give such offerings.
I thought about that.., the part where she said ‘if they want to’. My mind flashed (while my mouth remained quiet) that it was not so much a matter of if they ‘wanted to’, but rather if they are able to. It truly does not matter to Me that on occasion I ask your service because I selfishly want your service. Most times, I try to create opportunities that I know you’ll enjoy. But sometimes, I don’t. This is one of those times.
I would love it dearly if you were able to make a contribution to the evening with the gift of your skills. I would delight in knowing that you were able to give to us in this way. If you are able to join us around 6:30pm, your presence is greatly desired by all. I don’t know what scheduling conflicts might interfere with this, but I am putting it in front of you so that you have time to decide. Will you be able to toil in some way for us?
It is not the quantity of things you provide, but rather the quality. You both are wonderful at detail – it is one of your greatest gifts. I smile at the thought of the efforts you have shown in the past. It makes me proud.
So, there you have it. An opportunity to be in service while in the company of many. You know……and I know….that many women who are invited know of our dynamic. I love this as well. They look at you, wondering where the collar is hidden, wondering how you’ll be rewarded or punished, wondering if your asses are plugged as you serve. Not every woman in attendance will have this inside information, but many will. And that is very much a part of the thrill for Me.
Do let me know. The party will go on without you, of course, but the pleasure of your company and attention is greatly desired. I have not been able to walk the two of you on a leash at the same time in quite a while. It matters not to me that it is a virtual leash in the vanilla company of others. It’s a leash none-the-less. I’m hoping you can be on the end of it.
Do let me know.