My Love,
It has been so long since I have set my eyes upon your sweet
face and stiff rod. How is the war? I hope this letter finds you alive and well.
Have you remained chaste for me? I am with child. What on earth should we name
her? We cannot name her after your red-tipped warrior this time. Oh little Seymour
Butts. He is five years young now and misses you terribly. I bring him to my
lessons with the local seamstress. I just began weaving you a pair of woolen
arse-less chaps. I hope they fit you well- perhaps you may try them on for me upon
your arrival. Well I’m off to the loom. Counting the days till I can properly remove
my chastity belt. I would never dare attempt to remove it on my own with
Mrs.Wilke’s clippers and a hot flame…that would simply be wrong.
P.S. I included a recent portrait of sweet Seymour. He has your lovely, vacant stare.
P.S. I included a recent portrait of sweet Seymour. He has your lovely, vacant stare.
Love,
Your darling, Muffy
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