Dear Howard,
I'm sorry I haven't written for a while. A lot has happened to me in the last
three weeks. I suppose I had better start from the night when I sneaked out of
my house dressed in a skimpy top and equally skimpy skirt. Well, I got raped,
as you wanted, in a dark alley behind the supermarket. I was pretty badly
beaten up too, and they ran off with my clothes. But then this really nice guy
called Jeff found me, and he took me back to his flat. I was ready to let him
do whatever he wanted, but all he wanted was to clean me up and look after me.
So, to cut a long story short I didn't go home - I stayed with Jeff and I'm
still living with him. I'm very happy now. Jeff's a bouncer at a local pub. He
doesn't make too much money but even though I offered to go on the game to get
more money for us, he wouldn't hear of it. He's trying to get me a job as a
barmaid at his pub.
I told him all about you, and I'm afraid he didn't like what I told him one
bit. He said I shouldn't write back to you - that I should just let you
believe I was murdered that night. Well, I've thought long and hard about it,
and I eventually decided I should at least let you know that I'm alive. But I
have to tell you that I have moved on now - I'm not going to be your slave any
more and although I'm still fond of you I'm now in love with Jeff. So I guess
this is goodbye.
Lisa
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Dear Lisa,
I hope you will forgive me for making some enquiries and finding out your new
address (I still have some contacts on the outside who are quite helpful in
this regard). I am very relieved to hear that you are alive and well, and that
you have found somebody to make you happy. It always bothered me that I could
not be with you in person - though I was always with you in spirit! I hope you
will be very happy with Jeff - he is a very lucky man to have you.
I do hope, though, that we can continue to write to each other. As you know I
do not have a lot of friends, and even at the beginning of our correspondence,
before there was anything romantic between us, I greatly enjoyed having a
friend to write to and share my thoughts with. I know this is selfish of me -
you have a life of your own, after all - but perhaps if you have some spare
time you could scribble a quick note to me every once in a while, just to let
me know how you are getting on. I very much hope that, now you have a happy,
loving relationship with Jeff, you do not resent the rather different
relationship you had with me. I am, obviously, a very different person from
Jeff, and I am not capable of having the type of relationship that seems to
make Jeff happy (especially as I am in prison and cannot have a physical
relationship). I hope you will not shudder at memories of the good times we
had - I treasure all your letters, as you know, and I have fond memories of
our correspondence.
Your friend,
Howard.
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Dear Howard,
Thank you for your kind letter - it wasn't what I was expecting at all! I
thought you'd be really angry that I had left you, and that's why I didn't
give you my address. But now that I know you're okay about me and Jeff, I'm
glad you wrote to me. I'd like to remain friends with you, though I think
perhaps I'd better not tell Jeff that we're writing to each other again. He'd
be pretty annoyed.
So, what would you like to talk about? I'm not very adventurous these days,
but I have done a few cool things just recently that you might like to hear
about. I had to get myself an entire new wardrobe, because when Jeff found me
I had nothing at all, not even shoes. Jeff had to use quite a bit of his
savings to get me properly equipped. I now have a pair of jeans, two
miniskirts (both come down to mid-thigh) two pairs of shoes, four thongs, two
bras, a couple of t-shirts, and three other tops. One of the skirts is black
and stretchy and it tends to ride up gradually as I walk - I like to let it
climb up to just below my panties. The other day I took the bus into town and
climbed the stairs ahead of this middle-aged guy while I was wearing that
skirt. I know he must have seen my panties, and it was quite a thrill. And
yesterday the doorbell rang and I answered it in my underwear. And I didn't
hide behind the door, either - I think the landlord was quite surprised to see
me half naked.
Anyway I probably shouldn't be telling you all this. I don't regret the
relationship I had with you, and I don't shudder at the memories … well
maybe a few of them. But it's nice to be in a stable relationship with someone
who loves me and is always nice and sweet to me. Well, I must go - I need to
prepare dinner.
Bye for now,
Lisa.
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Dear Lisa,
I'm glad to see you have not lost your sense of fun! I like the sound of that
black miniskirt - I wish I could see it on you. I bet you look amazing in it.
I'm happy to hear you still wear thongs, too. I hope Jeff doesn't give you a
hard time about wearing such sexy outfits. You have a beautiful body, and I
confess it bothers me to think of you covering up those great legs of yours
with jeans.
How is the job search going? You mentioned Jeff was trying to get you a
barmaid job - has anything come of that? If so, I'd be interested in hearing
how you get on. If not, I'd like to hear how you spend your time while Jeff is
at work.
I loved the thought of you answering the door in your underwear! Especially as
I know the only panties you have are thongs. Maybe the next time the bell
rings, you could dispense with the bra and just wear a thong to the door…?
(This is just a suggestion - please don't think I'm trying to give you more
instructions.)
I really hope you are enjoying an exciting sex life with Jeff. You are such a
wild sexual spirit, and it would take a man of great stamina and imagination
to keep you satisfied the way you ought to be! Since you think so highly of
him, I'm guessing he must be an excellent lover.
Until next time,
Howard.
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Dear Howard,
I know I don't have 'great legs', but it's nice that you think so. I really
don't wear the jeans much - hardly at all, in fact. Usually I wear the cotton
miniskirt, but when I'm feeling adventurous I wear the black Lycra one. I'm
enclosing a photo of me wearing that one - I figure there's no harm in it
seeing as you've already got much sexier pictures of me.
I've been working at Jeff's bar now for three days. Jeff bought me a nice
white blouse, and I wear it with the stretchy skirt. I tend to let the skirt
climb pretty high, sometimes high enough to show my panties, but since I am
behind the bar nobody really sees them. The owner, Bill, is a real jerk to the
bar staff and he keeps patting me on the arse as he walks past. I never
complain, though - I don't want to get sacked and in any case I don't mind it
as much as the other girls seem to.
Jeff thinks I should cover up more than I do. The other day he came home and
found me sitting on the sofa, naked, reading a book. He was really annoyed and
told me to get dressed. I did as he said, of course - I love him and want him
to be happy with me - but sometimes I wish he'd lighten up a little.
He's an okay lover. He doesn't like any of the kinky stuff though. I just know
if I ever asked him to shit on me he'd totally freak. Which is a shame,
because although my experience on the day I got expelled was really horrible
at the time, looking back I get quite horny thinking about being covered in
all that mess.
I've been wearing a t-shirt and thong around the house recently, on account of
Jeff's attitude, but I think that the next time the door-bell rings, I'll
strip naked before I answer it. That'll be fun! And Jeff needn't know. I think
I'll shave my pussy, too. Jeff asked me to re-grow it, because he doesn't like
a shaved pussy, and I was happy to do it for him, but I don't like it now - I
much prefer it shaved. I hope he'll understand.
Must go now.
Love,
Lisa.
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Dearest Lisa,
I was so thrilled by everything you had to tell me! I must say, your letters
certainly brighten the gloom of my imprisonment. I really missed you while you
were not writing. Would you believe I bought back most of the photos you sent
me? I realised that I truly loved you - and I still do. I know that you love
Jeff, and that you must put him first, so I promise I won't try to win you
back - all I'm saying is that I'm very happy that you are still writing to me.
I loved the new photo. It made me realise how much I miss getting new photos
of you every week. You look so incredibly beautiful … and yes you do have
great legs! I'm glad you like to let this one ride up - it's really much too
long for you. Maybe with your earnings from your bar work you could buy a
shorter skirt? Just a suggestion.
It's a great shame that Jeff does not share your fondness for kinky stuff. If
you want my advice, you should indulge yourself when you're alone. If Jeff
won't shit on you, then play with your own shit. Buy yourself a pair of
standard white cotton panties, and shit in them. Walk around a while. Sit
down. Masturbate. That way, you'll be satisfying your own needs and you won't
resent Jeff for failing to meet them himself. Does that make sense?
This Bill character - the owner of your bar - sounds like my kind of guy. I'm
glad you don't give him a hard time for patting you on the bottom. I'm
intrigued, though - does he notice how you let your skirt climb up? Does he
comment?
I think of you all the time, Lisa. Thanks again for keeping me up to date on
your activities. It makes me feel a little freer.
Your loving
Howard.
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Dearest Howard,
Your letter was so sweet! I know you still love me, and to tell you the truth
I think I still love you too. I love Jeff as well … oh, it's so hard when I
want to make both of you happy! Here is another photo. It's a bit sexier - I'm
sure you'll like it. The skirt in the picture is the non-stretchy one I told
you about. I've had my first week's pay, so I'll go and buy another skirt this
afternoon. Jeff's band is rehearsing all day today, so I'm alone in the flat.
(Apart from the cockroaches).
Your advice about playing with my own shit was really great - I love the sound
of doing a poo in my panties and walking around with it. And sitting down! But
I really need a proper pair of panties, as you say. Tell you what - I'll stop
writing for the moment and I'll rush out and buy myself a pair of panties and
the shortest skirt I can find! Back in a bit.
I'm back! Oh Howard, I really had some luck! The fashions at the moment are
for longer skirts and even the minis were kind of long. But I found this
charity shop and they had some miniskirts, but nothing especially short …
until I checked the children's section! There were a couple of TINY skirts
which said 'Age 8-10' on the label - but fortunately they had elasticated
waist-bands and so I bought them! For a pound each! I'm wearing one at the
moment. Even with the elastic it's very tight, but you should see the length!
It only just barely covers my buttocks! You would totally love it. I'm going
to take a photo for you. Hang on a moment.
Okay, I've taken some photos - you're going to love them! (I hope.) I also
bought some white cotton panties, as you'll see from one of the pics. I'm
wearing them at the moment. What a perfect opportunity to take your advice!
Just a moment. Ooh - can you guess what I've done? I've done a poo in my
panties, and it feels fantastic! I think I'll walk around for a while like
this and then sit down. Maybe I'll even keep the poo in there while I go out
and post this letter!
Bill doesn't comment on my skirt, but I think he watches my legs a lot, so I
think he's seen it climb up a few times. His hand has been lingering a little
longer on my bottom lately. I tend to move away from him if he does that, and
I haven't said anything to Jeff - he'd just get angry with Bill and get us
both fired. Anyway I should go and post this … with poo in my panties!
Much love,
Lisa
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My Dearest Lisa,
Wow! I love the photos - those skirts are exactly what you should be wearing
on a daily basis! You should either shorten your other skirts or get rid of
them. And you should definitely get rid of the jeans. I hope you are taking
every opportunity to bend over in public places and sit with your legs apart.
I'm glad you've not complained about Bill feeling your bottom, but I think you
should be a little more tolerant of his attentions. Let him do what he will -
just how far could he possibly go in a crowded bar?
I'm thrilled that you went ahead and defecated in your panties. What a shame
you did not send me a photo of that! Never mind, though - the photos you did
send are absolutely wonderful. You are so beautiful, and I look forward to
seeing more of you in subsequent photos. As regards your poo, I think you
should no longer defecate in the toilet, ever. You should always defecate in
your panties, and preferably outside your flat. Keep your poo in your panties
for as long as possible. Try to convince Jeff to let you indulge at least this
fetish.
I have a couple of questions. First, does Jeff have a dog? Since you no longer
have access to Jerry I'm wondering if you are getting 'friendly' with any
other dogs. My second question concerns the cockroaches you mentioned. Tell me
about them. Are there many in your flat? What are their habits?
That's all for now, my love.
Your ever-adoring,
Howard.
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Darling Howard,
I love you. It was foolish of me to think that I could just stop loving you
and move on. I do love Jeff, but I love you more, and if you want me to stop
having sex with Jeff, I will. Every hour of every day that I await your next
letter, I can't help fantasising and obsessing about what you are going to ask
me to do. However, this time I am ahead of you.
I already threw out the jeans. And last night, I shortened my cotton miniskirt
until it was just as short as the tiny ones. I'll do the same with the
stretchy one before I go to work this evening. I won't cover up my legs ever
again, my darling - I promise you that. I'll also work on my tops so that they
are more revealing, and I'll stop wearing a bra. In fact I'll get rid of my
bras.
Jeff's very concerned about my behaviour. He doesn't like my microskirts and
he came home the other day while I still had poo in my panties. He was quite
upset, but I asked him to try to accept me the way I am and he assured me that
he loved me no matter what. Since then, though, I haven't shit in my panties
again - but I will from now on - I'll follow your instructions to the letter.
No, Jeff doesn't have a dog. The guy who lives next door does, though. He has
two actually - a rottweiler and a pit bull. They scare me. Jeff says the guy's
a drug dealer, and I must say I don't like him much. Do you want me to go and
offer myself to his dogs?
Our roach infestation isn't too bad. Jeff keeps the place very clean, and so
our problem isn't nearly as bad as that of some people in this building. Even
so, they get pretty much everywhere - I found a couple in my underwear drawer
the other day. What would you like me to do?
I just took a short break from writing, during which I did a poo and took some
photos - hope you like them. Now that I'm earning, I can afford more Polaroid
film, so feel free to make any requests - I'll do whatever you want.
I'll also let Bill fondle me as much as he wants. I see now that I should have
been doing that all along.
Your devoted servant,
Lisa
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My Darling Lisa,
It's wonderful to have you back. Sounds like you're really getting your
wardrobe into shape! I approve - well done. I loved your photos - the sight of
you bending over in a microskirt, your panties bulging with poo, is
breathtaking.
About the dogs - yes you should go and become their fuck object. About the
roaches - I want you to encourage them. Do it in careful, non-obvious ways, so
Jeff doesn't take you to task over it. One step you should take is to fill
your underwear drawer with small bits of food - crushed cereal, sugar, flour -
that sort of thing. Make sure there are a few roaches in your clothes when you
put them on in the morning.
Oh, and about Jeff - yes, you should stop having sex with him. Give yourself
to anyone else, though.
This will be my last letter, at least for a while. I would like you to
continue writing to me, but I also want you to write my replies (or what you
think my replies would say) and send them to me. You know me pretty well by
now, and you know the kind of things that I like to ask of you. Don't go too
easy on yourself, or I shall be angry.
Your ever-loving,
Howard
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Oh Howard,
I can't bear the thought of you not writing to me! This is awful! I'll do as
you ask, of course my love. I'd do anything for you. I just hope that one day
you'll start writing to me again.
Bill's got the idea now that he can get away with pretty much anything as far
as I am concerned. Since I shortened my Lycra skirt, it's been impossible to
keep my buttocks covered for more than a few seconds. And I don't pull it
down, so my skirt stays bunched around my waist for almost the entire evening.
Bill usually finds some excuse to stand behind me or next to me for much of
the time, with his hand inside my thong and at least one finger up my cunt. A
couple of nights ago Jeff wasn't well and stayed at home, and Bill kept me on
after closing time and fucked me on one of the tables. Afterwards I walked
home with my skirt still around my waist, and Jeff was really upset when I
walked into the flat like that.
Yesterday morning I went out shopping, wearing my shortest skirt - the green
one from the charity shop. I didn't realise but my buttocks actually peep
below the hem, and when I wear my white panties they are just visible. Before
I went out I did a poo in those panties - a big one - and the bulge sagged
well below the hem. I got a lot of verbal abuse, as you can imagine,
especially when I took an escalator in one of the clothing stores and the
people a few steps behind me could see my panties bulging. I could hear them
talking about me and so I bent over, pretending to adjust my shoe buckle. I
pretty much got chased out of that shop. Then I went to one of the seedy sex
shops and they were a lot more tolerant. In fact they gave me a free dildo
after I stripped to my panties for them and let them feel my breasts and
pussy. I came home and played with my dildo for a while, then fell asleep.
Jeff came in and found me - I still had my poo in my panties - and he shouted
at me a bit. I told him that my love of poo was a part of who I am, and
eventually he gave in, although he told me to confine my habit to the bathroom
or outside. Should I stick to that?
I've just been next door. Jim, the guy with the dogs, said I can fuck his dogs
whenever I want. I told him I wanted to do it right away, and he seemed to
like that. So he told me to get undressed and I took all my clothes off. He
asked if he could fuck me first, and I said sure. So he fucked me for a while,
then asked if he could fuck my bottom. I said sure. So he shoved his dick in
my anus (that hurt) and came inside my rectum. Then he brought in one of his
dogs, and after a little encouragement it mounted me and fucked me. Then Jim
tried to get the other dog to fuck my arse, but it was too difficult and it
ended up fucking my cunt instead. Then I thanked Jim, grabbed my clothes, and
came back here.
I've cut down my t-shirts and tank tops a lot. All of them stop just below my
breasts, and I've cut away the neckline on some of them so much that it is
almost down to my nipples. I love to be so exposed when I go out! The only
garment I have that is still 'decent' is my blouse that I wear for work,
although I've cut off a couple of buttons so I can't button it above my
breasts. The customers really get an eyeful whenever I lean forward (which of
course I do as often as possible).
I'll do everything you've told me, about the cockroaches, and about Jeff. I'll
report how that goes in my next letter. I'm enclosing some more photos - some
naked ones, some with me smearing poo on my pussy, some of me playing with my
dildo, and some just of me wearing my newly-shortened clothes. Any requests?
Your worshipful slave,
Lisa
PS Now I guess I should write your reply … I'm not sure whether to send it
in the same envelope or separately a couple of days later. I think I'll post
it separately, tomorrow.
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My darling Lisa,
Thank you for your great photos. I loved them, especially the one where you
were poking bits of poo into your cunt. Please send more photos with poo, but
more intense - I want to see poo on your face and in your mouth, and I want to
see you pushing a whole entire poo into your cunt. I want you to keep that poo
in your cunt for a couple of days.
It's great what you have done with your skirts and tops. But your skirts are
still too long. I want you to cut two inches off the bottom of each one, so
that your bottom is never completely covered up and people can always see a
bit of your thong (or panties) at the front.
Well done for having sex with those dogs next door - you should go and have
sex with them every day if possible. Tell Jim he should invite some of his
friends around to watch. If his friends have dogs, fuck those dogs as well.
Get Jim to take pictures of you being fucked by the dogs - try the anal sex
thing again, and get a picture of that, too. I want to see it all.
Don't let Jeff forbid you from playing with your poo in the house. If he can't
accept you the way you are, then he will have to kick you out. It is up to you
to persuade him to let you stay, or else you will have to find your own
apartment if he does kick you out. If that happens, find an apartment with
plenty of cockroaches.
You are a cheap, dirty slut, Lisa. Always remember that, and behave
accordingly. And remember that I love you.
Yours forever,
Howard.
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My Darling Lord and Master, Howard,
As always I am your humble slave. A lot has happened over the past couple of
days. I had better start from the beginning. On my second visit to the dogs
next door, Jim's friend Freddy was there. He videoed my 'performance' and said
I was great. I then learned that he makes porno movies for a living. He
offered me a job and I said okay. He told me to come by his flat the following
morning. I went by, dressed in my skimpiest outfit, and we went out and filmed
some scenes outdoors and in the back of a van. I got fucked by four guys and a
couple of dogs (not Jim's). While they were filming, I had Freddy take some
Polaroids which I'm enclosing. Anyway Freddy was pretty happy with my work and
gave me some money for the job, and told me to come back in the morning.
That evening I told Jeff about my day, and he hit the roof. He told me to get
out of his flat, and so I packed my things in a bag and walked out in tears.
As I was leaving he came and caught hold of me and said he was sorry and would
I please reconsider. I told him my mind was made up, and he said that at least
I should stay until I got a place of my own. I was grateful for that.
The next day I shot a few more scenes for Freddy's film, and this time he had
a guy fisting me, which hurt a LOT. I was bleeding, which I think Freddy
liked. Then Freddy asked me how far I was willing to go, and I told him I'd do
anything. So we filmed a rape scene which involved me getting roughed up a
bit. They pulled their punches mostly, but I still got some bruises. One of
the guys started pushing his hand into my anus while the others held me down,
which wasn't in the script! I was screaming with the pain of it, and I cried
for ages while they fist-fucked my anus and my cunt at the same time.
Afterwards Freddy was thrilled to bits - he told me my performance had been
very 'authentic'! I thought about telling him my pain was real, but instead I
just thanked him.
He gave me enough money to get a flat in the same building as Jeff and Jim. My
new place is a couple of floors lower down from them, and it's really infested
with cockroaches. I moved out of Jeff's place immediately, though by now he
had reconsidered and begged me to stay. I thought it was best to get my own
place though. I didn't have any furniture, but Jeff offered me his spare
mattress and a sheet, and I'll start buying other necessary stuff after I've
earned a bit more. I've mostly been eating bar meals lately, but soon I'll be
able to set myself up properly.
Bill's been fucking me every day, usually down in the cellar, but sometimes
after closing time in the main bar. I think I will quit that job, though. One
of Freddy's friends is a pimp named Brian - he's offered me a chance to earn
some extra money 'on the street'. Would you like me to become a prostitute?
Yesterday I shot some scat scenes for Freddy. A couple of guys basically shat
on me and I had to rub it all in. I rubbed it in my face and hair, and in my
mouth - I made sure Freddy got photos of that, which I'm enclosing. I then
asked Freddy if we could do a scene in which someone pushed a whole poo right
inside my cunt. He thought that was a brilliant idea, and since his actors had
no more shit left, he got his lighting guy to provide the poo. Then we did a
pissing scene, and I had to drink some of it. I asked Freddy for some spending
money, and he gave me a hundred quid. I used it to buy some food, and some
other essentials like washing up liquid and washing detergent.
I still have that poo in my cunt. I'm about to go and shoot some more scenes
with Freddy - I wonder what he'll say… I've also got some cockroaches in my
thong, and more in what's left of my tank-top.
I hope I am doing what you wish for me to do, my Master. I love you with all
my heart.
Yours to do with as you please,
Lisa
P.S. I have shortened all my skirts by two inches, as you told me to do. I am
finding it much harder to shop now, although there are places where they
actually welcome me (my local newsagent is a bit of a pervert and loves it
when I go into his shop).
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My Darling Slave,
Well done - you are being a very good slut. Yes, I want you to become a
prostitute. Make sure your pimp offers you to the most depraved clients so
that you are treated as you deserve. And keep only as much money for yourself
as you need to pay the rent and buy the essentials - give the rest to your
pimp. I don't want you earning so much that you no longer need to sell your
body.
I would like you to make sure your apartment is even more infested with
cockroaches than it already is. Scatter food around and never vacuum. Make
your apartment a roach paradise, so that they are crawling over every inch. At
night, sleep naked and rub syrup or honey or something all over your naked
body. Concentrate especially on your breasts and pussy, and sleep with your
legs wide apart.
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