As a woman of sound moralistic mind and soul, virtue and intent I have to make public this very email that was sent to me by an[other] over imaginative, over sexed male dog - one full of insatiable lust and animal instinct; a male whose mind is clearly a cesspit of filth and sadomasochistic dispostition - a lowly slut who requires just chastisement for all that has been conceived from within and all that, that potentially, could be conceived further. I once again sit here and sigh, a perspective jaded, to have to again make public the very depths of depravity.
'Mistress
The very moment I saw you walk into the room the other afternoon I at once knew I would be fantasising about this meeting for months to come. You looked absolutely sensational! Springing to my feet eager to place a kiss upon you cheek and show the restaurant I held at least some small association with this beautiful woman. I wondered what onlookers would think - a man sat waiting, pensive, clearly lingering for a superior to arrive. The beautiful, dominant boss entering, eyes turning to the line of the sharp cut suit and seamed hosiery. Clearly she was entertaining a favoured worker, perhaps a Christmas reward for good service during the year. Their meeting starting warmly but cordially. However as the meal progressed, and wine from Southern regions drunk, she began to show quite openly how this subordinate was in fact a pet - teasing him with hand fed sweets, having him lick from her fingers. Then as they departed it could quite clearly be heard that she was taking him to the ladies toilets for him to lick her a**e. This, not the meal, the true gift for his loyal servitude the proceeding year. Half a dozen faces must have flushed crimson in shock and ill-concealed envy. Swiftly he moved behind her as she strode forth purposefully to public female lavoratories. The filthy, sluttish honour of crawling in my suit upon that floor, tongue desperately trying to gain depth and intimacy within Mistress. Jaw strained, eyes closed with the sound of p*ssing and idle chatter echoing off the tiled walls and porcelain seats. I would have paid so very dearly for a picture of that scene. The slave thoroughly reminded of his place both by the symbolism of the act and swift slaps to the face, followed by spittle spat with a snarl down his throat. A different man left that stall to the one that arrived.'
