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Dear Princess: I may never be able to thank you enough for that wonderful session. I'm sitting here hours later and still shaking from the immensity of the whole experience. Your ability to touch inner humanity is more than fetish, it's more than mere fantasy, it's an incredible gift that enriches and enlivens the very essence of being. I came to you ensconced in a dark wood, and your light has touched me and given me new hope (and welts) as I continue on my journey! I am now in the hunt for someone just like you, if indeed there is another on this earth (sigh)! Dear Princess: It would cheapen the metaphysical quality of yesterday's experience with you to even try to describe it with regular words (in any language). Suffice it to say that I am enjoying some light sensitivity on my backside (although not as much as I had expected, something to remember for next time), I have some pretty welts to enjoy for a few days, and I am in a calmer mental state than I have ever been in my life. This is exactly where I needed to be before the start of my next journey, and I owe it all to something I can't even describe. Dear Princess: As I continue on my own journey, I really can't thank you enough. You may be the first female that I've ever really let into my own little mind, and it was a terrifically freeing experience. Strange how you can find things like that in unexpected places, and in tight bondage! I will tell you this: keep doing exactly what you're doing. My life doesn't really permit me to do the kind of work that you're entrenched in, and that's ok. We're all out here to help the world move to the next level of understanding, tolerance, and peace in our own way. All I can say is that what you're doing has infinite value in its own right, and there's no one better to continue to teach us all how to be more open and daring with our sexuality and spirituality. You really do give a special gift to all those lucky enough to meet you. Dear Princess: Oh, how you make me smile! I will tell you this...just knowing that you're out there, and that you're not only helping other people, but also getting some personal evil enjoyment out of things like inflatable butt plugs makes me tremendously happy. I live in a world where you can't even say inflatable butt plug out loud, but when I think about it, it's just a thing, like a couch, or a car, or anything else you could possibly want or need in life. I happen to be stuck around people who can ask for one, but would never dream of asking for the other, and that's a sad thing, especially when the human body is so delightfully fun to stretch and play with. When I think back, I realize that I had never even been in a conversation where people were allowed to say some of the things we discussed, and to even be able to do that with you was a tremendous gift. It is terrifically painful to be stuck in a world where words and ideas are too frightening to even mention, and that's about 90 percent of my life right now (which is probably where my gagging fetish comes from, no?). In any event, I do miss you, and I hope that you are doing well. I purchased a few souvenirs in the Toronto airport just to remind me of that experience, and I enjoy a hearty laugh every time I don my Toronto sweatshirt to go out into the plain vanilla world. If nothing fun ever enters my life again, at least I tasted your deviance for a short while, and it was an incredible journey! If I am ever lucky enough to visit again, I will surely look for your door. Only next time, I won't make a list. I'll simply submit to whatever your desires happen to be, a willing play toy, a quiet admirer, even a foot stool should you so desire!
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