Dear Mr. Tough Guy with the Cock Bounded in Leather,

I’ve decided to write My blog in a different fashion at times – writing out letters to some of My individual clients who are worthy of it, and of whom inspire Me to do so.

This one is for the guy in particular in Philadelphia who insisted on having his cock bound tight – wanting the ultimate cock control, and trying to prove he could somehow survive a day without stroking as I teased him without mercy, and never letting up. You know who you are. You sent Me a picture of that black leather sheath with the ties – that ties up your cock like a boot. I was shocked at how big your cock actually is – and wondered if the sheath would actually fit someone so well-endowed. It fit like a glove – as if it was made for you. Your cock all bound, looking as if it was encased in some sort of straight jacket – as if trying to protect itself from going into a frenzy of excitement. Masturbation is like that. It sends you into a mental state that not very many are invited to see, behind locked doors and all wrapped up in a frantic mind-warp. That is what I was doing – protecting you from yourself, and making you ache for Me. You know you love to ache for Me. That physical manifestation that makes it feel that this is actually real, and no, I’m not playing games. This isn’t a fantasy role play. You experienced it, and you actually ached for Me. But you loved it, and you survived. Did I let you cum at the end of the day? No. I did not. Instead, I made you wait. Against all your begging, and wanting to unlace the sheath and just touch it one time – I never gave in. Tell me. Did you enjoy it? I’m sure you did.

Your Mistress of the Mojave,

Ms Cecilia