This is my email response to Mr. Drake. I actually wrote it early last week, and sent it last Tuesday.
I’ve been informed that he and Amanda have had some communication on the side, which I am not privy to. But through that, he has given permission to post this here on my blog.
As before, the name “Mr. Drake” is an alias, and I have redacted other specifics that would be problematic to him in real life.
Dear Mr. Drake,
Thanks for writing back to me and considering my request. I apologize if my original letter was too formal. I didn’t know how to approach this with you. You’re a man I don’t really know and you’re being drawn into an intimacy with me — it’s just unusual, and I haven’t been quite sure of myself with you.
Amanda says I need to learn how to be more open and intimate with people I don’t know. Apparently things like this will be more a part of my life. There is an art to it, she says. So, I’m afraid you are part of my early training. Lucky you!
Here is the link to my blog — https://slaveshae.wordpress.com/ — if you decide to read some of it, you’ll get to see a whole lot of me in my daily slave life. Interspersed also is some of my fiction (always labeled as such), which is probably more apt for I would be, with your per mission, doing with you. As I write stories, I put myself in the mind and body of my main character, who is usually a version of myself anyway. I imagine what those experiences would be, how I would feel sexually, how my body would respond. In a way, it’s like they really happen to me.
So I’m just saying that if you allow me to write about you as I am requesting, this is how I will approach it. That is, I will experience it as if I am literally with you, Mark. It’s the only way I can write. I will imagine myself with you here in our living room, what our conversation will be, serving you drinks. So writing about you and me together sexually will come from my own visualization of that actually happening.
You asked me three questions, and I’ll try to answer honestly and personally.
How does it feel to write and request this? It is embarrassing, but I want to be clear that’s not about being (or imagining myself being) with you. I am more than honored you’re even writing to me on this. It’s just the public nature of it, this sexual request played out in front of others. Truth is, in thinking about it, I can’t help but imagine myself present with you (my mind goes back to the New Years party), standing there with a drink in my hand talking with you, other people listening. And at some point I’m asking you casually, “May I give you a blow job.” In my mind’s eye, other people hear that, look at me. I blush.
It feels like that.
Part of it is that I don’t really know you — which is not to say I don’t, or wouldn’t, like you, but that you are essentially a stranger of whom I’m asking an intimate, sexual thing. And it feels promiscuous to me, sort of, and again “in front of” others. So I feel exposed in writing and requesting this of you. This gets into the sexualization of me as a slave, which I’ve experienced a zillion times, and yet feeling the ever present tug as an adult woman to be respectable. That’s another subject, I guess.
But the other thing, in full disclosure, is that this is humiliating because I know I actually want to. Frankly I want to do this with you. I suppose one can’t be embarrassed by something one would never do. My humiliation comes from my own desires for it, knowing what is inside me.
Which leads to your next question…
How do you feel about giving blow jobs? So I could say some things about being ordered as a slave to do all kinds of sexual things in my slave life, but I know that’s not what you’re asking. The plain truth of it is that I like giving blow jobs.
In my new life under Amanda — and she knows all of this — I miss the experience of being with men. She is more than enough for me, but I do long to be sexual with men, which she is trying to provide for. Part of that, honestly, is the experience I desire for a man’s cock, the feel of it in my hand and in my mouth and on my tongue. So, to answer your question, yes, I enjoy a man’s cock in my mouth. And yes, speaking most frankly, I would be excited to make love to your cock, Mark.
You hardly know me. How will you write this and make it about me in a personal way so I can enjoy it? I had not actually thought about that. Just hadn’t gotten to that point yet.
If you give me permission to write this, I wonder if it would be possible for me to ask you a few questions about you, and, say, your preferences. And maybe kind of how you would like to have me. I’m not asking for you to spend much of your own time responding. Writing this is my task, not yours. But I’d be looking for some details about you is all. Do you have other ideas for this? I’m happy to do what would make this a more personal experience for you.
Thank you, Mark, for being patient with me. I would very much like to experience this with you virtually, as it were, and I hope you will give me permission to write about you and me sharing this together.
p.s. I know you have Amanda’s cell number, and so you may by now have her email address also, but you requested it so here it is: [—].