
"Mistress,
I gaze at you longingly from afar; you stare back at me with disdain. I am not even worthy to look at your image.
I sit at my desk looking at your beautiful countenance reflected on my computer screen. My working hours are simply a void that I must fill until I can speak with you again. My heart aches at the thought of being away from you for so long.
They knock on my office door- Go away!
They disrupt my contemplation of your beauty with mundane requests for help. How dare they interrupt my study of your sublime radiance. My work goes increasingly undone or done quickly without a care for the consequences. I simply want to get my next fix of your beauty.
My life is yours and revolves around you totally- my thought throughout the day is when will I talk with you again. Others around me pale into insignificance when I think of you my Goddess.
The minutes tick bye, the hands on the clock crawl round its face- an eternity stretches before me until we are together.
Work finishes, I race home weaving through the traffic like a man possessed, so desperate am I to be near you and await the time when you lower yourself to show me some attention. I abase myself in gratitude for a crumb of affection, my wife is ignored.
All too soon it is gone. Then bed and then the black abyss that is work beckons, a challenge to last another day until I can be near you again.
Latexslave2001 "