8 January 1995

These are the emails where you call your slave back to your folds … so aware of my needs …so in tune… not forgetting you own me for a minute but making me face myself gently ….waiting for the perfect moment to exercise your dominion as you wish never forcing just because you own me … but compelling me to be a good slave … And yet I know the punishment awaits at some time …. when you see fit … if you see fit … I never make the mistake to think I skated or pulled a fast one I know better … God I love you
Subject: Questions
Date: Wed, 08 Jan. 1995 06:38:56 -0700
From: natasha natasha@***.com
To: Artful@***.com
You made me question what felt so easy so right calling you when I needed you no need to explain no need to say … Just understood that if we ever felt lost or needed one another or painted oneself into a corner that I felt I had we could call reach out and there would be no need to explain or perhaps I just wanted to be with you … You tainted what felt so right …
Subject: Re: Questions
Date: Wed, 08 Jan. 1995 21:52:55 -0500
From: Artful Artful@***.com
To: natasha@***.com
At 06:38 AM 1/8/95 -0700, you wrote:
or perhaps I just wanted to be with you …you tainted what felt so right about….
You shouldn’t let my few words taint your feelings.. just like I don’t let your tantrums.. or your bitchiness last week taint my feelings about you … Not only is it not logical … its not fair of you… you often talk about letting your Master be human and your capacity to forgive … to forever taint your sweet feelings because of a few words … which really weren’t mean or nasty anyway … is to negate what you profess. You are ‘my’ sweet brat natasha … but don’t be ‘a’ brat..
I adore you natasha.. even through your little tantrums.. smiles… you are my baby.. and you know it..
Master
Subject: You
Date: Wed, 08 Jan. 1995 21:55:41 -0500
From: Artful Artful@***.com
To: natasha@***.com
Now straighten up and call your Master.. you sweet silly girl you.. I adore you… and your naughty bottom.
Master
Subject: You
Date: Wed, 08 Jan. 1995 22:00:29 -0500
From: Artful Artful@***.com
To: natasha@***.com
I know you are sitting there wanting to call me.. your luscious pussy is twitching.. telling you to call your Master.. she is saying “don’t be so stubborn …call your Master”
I adore you baby - smiling.. I really do .. god I want your lovely bottom.
Master
Subject: Re: Questions
Date: Wed, 08 Jan. 1995 07:09:41 -0700
From: natasha natasha@***.com
To: Artful Artful@***.com
yes I know it but now I feel backed in a corner and ashamed and my dumb PRIDE won’t let me relent.
natasha
Subject: Re: Questions
Date: Wed, 08 Jan. 1995 22:03:51 -0500
From: Artful Artful@***.com
To: natasha@***.com
At,2) 07:09 AM 1/8/95 -0700, you wrote:
yes I know it but now I feel backed in a corner and ashamed and my dumb pride won’t let me relent
Smiling.. my darling .. in a case like this you must listen to your throbbing pussy.. and come to your Master… Let your love and devotion to your Master transcend your pride.. give me your shame natasha… I own that too. You know that I do.
Master
Subject: Patience
Date: Wed, 08 Jan. 1995 22:07:00 -0500
From: Artful Artful@***.com
To: natasha@***.com
Come to me natasha.. my slave.. my sweet property.. surrender.. fall backwards into my dominion .. lay your self before me..
I will always love you.. and keep you.. You will always belong to me.
Master
Subject: Re: Patience
Date: Wed, 08 Jan. 1995 08:06:15 -0700
From: natasha natasha@***.com
To: Artful Artful@***.com
Oh Thank you
your forever slave … natasha





My darling Master as I was reading through my mail I reread your letters to me when I lost my proverbial temper and then ashamed found it hard to face you. This exchange of emails speaks volumes of how you play me ( like a Master violinist plays a simple violin and makes it sound like a Masterpiece) . It makes me think of a poem my friend sent some time back…
Though we ended the old year and started the new year in a bit of a storm, it was a good thing… while I live to serve you I am not a doormat and can not be taken for granted and I know you would not want one to serve you who would accept being negated… I suppose at some point there is a line perhaps the line is when you say something I count on it …. because I know there will be many times when I do not wish to do something but I will do it to serve you push myself so that I can show you the depth of my devotion and love… Many times you now push me till I sob and then take me to you and rebuild me… but the New Year’s was different… it was a commitment broken… But Master you turned that moment into growth for both of us… you did not discount my hurt …you did not attempt to hide behind your Dominion but simply said I am sorry and set out to heal… I adore you. You are a King among men thank you for loving me so.
My Dear Master