Letter Four: New man of the house.

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Letter Three: The chastity belt comes off.

My love,

The month has already passed and I still have yet to see you. Your brother, Benjamin Dover has been so kind as to move in and help me run the house and tend to the child. My belly has grown quite significantly in the past month and the chastity belt was tauter than your rear. Your brother, with his vast experience in welding and metalwork, managed to remove it for me. All it took was heat, a firm tug and some lubrication. The baby kicks inside me and I pretend it’s you. I included a new daguerreotype portrait of me as you requested (I’m a little more clammy, swollen, and red in this one). I also attached a lock of my hair, feel it at night before bed and think of me. Alright darling, fight hard then do me harder.

Love,

Your darling flame, Muffy

Letter Two: Penny Trait.

My Dearest,

The war has left me battered and bruised. Much like how you left me the night before I left you. I remember it well. Hearts a flame, loins frothing…you sure worked me vigorously that eve. Ah, these are but the thoughts that keep me going. So I have a miniature Muffy coming along, eh? Perhaps we should name her after my mother. Penny Trait. It really has a nice ring to it. I miss you dearly. I keep your daguerreotype portrait by bedside. Please send me a new one; it seems that this one has accumulated a few stains. It brings me great joy to hear that your chastity belt remains intact. Well, I am off to the trenches. I should be arriving home within the month. Prepare for my arrival and make ready my bath and scented oils- for it shall be an evening full of pleasure and pain.

P.S I've included the old, stained portrait since I am expecting a new one.
 

Till then,

Your beloved, Bentley

Letter One: Good news.

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. 

Love,

Your darling, Muffy