Hello darlings,
This may be a first for me. I am writing to you from beyond the veil, facilitated by a mix of luxury designer drugs and my surgeon's willing and generous hand, you are receiving this scheduled email right as my surgeon’s blade penetrates my flesh.
But don’t worry, I’ll be back soon. As you read this, I am beginning the surgery that I have dreamed of since I was 18. I can’t wait to share the results with you.
I know that you love me, worship me in every form, and are committed to my well-being and speedy recovery. And, of course, I want to remind everyone that there is nothing more healing than cash.
Whether you want to pay for a meal, a week of rest, purchase the leather sleeper sofa I need for my recovery, or be a mensch and pay for my entire surgery, 10/10 doctors agree that your cash is good for my health.
If you’ve been looking for an opportunity to make a good impression, this is it. I want to relax and recover surrounded by cashmere, leather, and cash. Abundance is doctor’s orders, and I plan on waking up from surgery to abundant gifts from all of my devotees.
And if you’ve been fantasizing about worshiping my leathers in person, or taking me on a luxurious dinner and domination date, I’ll be resuming in-person sessions–with limited availability–in mid-December. I am only accepting two dates in December and two in January.
Until then, let’s stay in touch on my OnlyFans. I regularly send voice notes and new clips you won’t find anywhere else, and it’s always the only place we can chat privately, 1-on-1.
Two submissives from my OnlyFans stable wrote new literotica submissions for my blog this month, and I hope you’ll find them as hot as I do.
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My steps slow as we approach the garage where I parked. Mistress Blunt turns back to face me, illuminated by a solitary street lamp. She is a vision straight out of a movie, voluptuous in a scarlet red dress, completely at ease in her leather jacket, layered belts, and boots. It is a cool, wet October evening, and I am transfixed. “This feels like a dream,” I admit.
She smiles warmly, her eyes twinkling. “I assure you, I am quite real.”
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Their softness and glow in the warm light contrasts the hard, confident rhythm of the echoey heels on hardwood—the drumbeat that calls my attention. With two outstretched fingers, Mistress gently instructs my chin to look up towards her face where she gives a slight smile anticipating the disappointment I will soon receive.
“I need you to prepare the bed and house for my return. Fresh linens, a swept floor, chilled wine, and two robes on the bed, darling.” Her smile grows wider.
“You know how I like it when I return with a lover. Now, kiss my leather boot.”
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And to the special someone who would like to have me wake up to my surgery being fully paid for, I have a special story about my most private and perverse mid-century modern surgical amphitheater fantasies, scarification, cults, and so, so much blood for you.
With love and leather,
Mistress Blunt