Dear Mistress Chianti,

I call you up and I am dressed to kill.  Looking hot and sweet, talking to you has made me even hornier and I slowly start humping the corner of the kitchen counter, getting more and more turned on as we spoke.  I love listening to your voice, always so hot and sexy, and in control.  I was wishing I was humping those beautiful legs of yours and I swear, I thought I could smell your wet moist cunt thorugh the phone.  All of this was simply driving me more and more crazy.  Then still speaking with you, I walked across the kitchen floor and I could hear my own sexy heels clicking against the tile and I smirked.  I knew damn well you knew I wasn’t making up any fucking stories and that I am real.  A slut.  Your bitch.  And I knew you wanted to see me, wishing you were here in this room.  Then I saw the stair railing and knew I needed to hump again and….

luv “m”

Well “m” – I do know just how much of a little dressed up feminized toy slut you really are, and your letter was fabulous.  I look forward to speaking with you soon, dear.