Special letter from Markie.....

 

this is a story I got From One of my Favorite followers and Special callers...one most dearest to me....my sweet Baby....

Dear Princess Tabitha,
i hope You like this short story.

Your pet,
mark


She was strikingly beautiful, a hot teen who looked like a goddess, but you couldn’t tell much about her beyond that. Whatever lay underneath was concealed until She chose to unleash it on some unsuspecting man.


I first saw her when I was sitting in a mall sipping on a cup of coffee. I was sure I’d felt something warm brush across my cheek and looked around, then up. She was standing almost over me, smiling knowingly at me, and I smiled back gratefully. After all, it’s not every day a middle-aged, married guy like me gets a nice look from a gorgeous girl like Her. Little did I know She already knew something about me and was about to exploit that knowledge.
Rather than stare at her – which I would have happily done but for the possibility I’d offend her – I returned to my reading. A few minutes later, I heard a warm, young sexy voice with a slight Southern accent say to me, “I know what you’re hiding.”
I looked up and it was Her again. I stood up immediately and nearly spilled my coffee all over in the process. “Hi,” I said feebly, offering my hand to shake. She just put a hand to my cheek and kept it there. “Inside you is someone sweet and possibly very devoted if you turned over your will and your life to the right girl,” She continued.
All I could do was gaze at Her. She’d swept aside my defenses in one simple gesture and I felt naked.
Keeping Her hand to my face, She sat down in my chair and I bent over to maintain the contact. I didn’t do this consciously. It was a reflex I had no idea was inside me.
“Wouldn’t this be easier if you were on your knees?” She invited. By now, passers-by were beginning to take note, a fact of which I was more than dimly aware. But the longer Her eyes captured mine, the longer Her warm, soft hand caressed my cheek, the less it seemed to matter.


Without even thinking about the ramifications, I fell to my knees and gazed up at Her, hoping for some guidance, for some sign that She would give meaning to my life.
“Such a good pet,” She said to me in a warm, intimate tone. “But have you really surrendered?” She gently pulled me closer to Her with just Her hand on my cheek. “Yes, you’re kneeling for me in a public place, but have you truly surrendered?”
I tried to speak, but words weren’t exactly my strong suit at the moment. “Hush baby,” She commanded softly. Then She kissed me on the forehead, leaving a lipstick print for all to see. I nearly fainted.“Your identity. If you want to truly surrender to me, you must give up your identity,” She urged me with such compelling warmth. Her eyes seemed to sparkle and I found my hand going inside my jacket pocket and pulling out my wallet. She opened her purse, and my wallet – now Her wallet – disappeared inside.


“Such a good, obedient girl” She warmly intoned, taking my face in both hands and kissing each of my eyes. “You gave me your wallet, and now it belongs to me, doesn’t it pet?” I could only nod.
“Your panties make you weak, don’t they little one?” She inquired. I gasped, wondering how She knew. “So sweet, so susceptible,” She smiled down on me approvingly.
“But you’re still fighting me,” She calmly proclaimed. “You still haven’t truly surrendered.”
Just then, I heard my cell phone ring. I knew instinctively who it was. It was my wife. I began to take my cell phone out of my other jacket pocket and She smiled approvingly. The cell phone, now Hers, continued to ring as it disappeared into Her purse.
She drew a lip gloss applicator from Her purse and began applying it to my lips. Part of me said to struggle, to put an end to this, but that voice faded quickly to oblivion. Soon my lips were shiny and moist. Several passers-by had stopped to watch, but although I was dimly aware of their presence, all I could see was Her.
“So proud of you, pretty baby,” She cooed to me, applying Her warm, tender castration to my will. “Pretty, pretty baby,” She repeated.


“But sweetheart, you haven’t really given up, have you? You haven’t surrendered everything, isn’t that right?” She warmly demanded of me.
Out came my car keys and into Her purse they vanished. A pretty pink lace collar came out and surrounded my neck as She took my face in both hands and kissed me all over.
Holding my face in Her hands once more, She drew my face up to Hers and said, “you are mine, and your life as you knew it is over” as She snapped a leash to the collar and led me away.