My dearest husband. I apologise for having been out of contact. I am a very good faggot, but a very bad boi. Because I am so bad, I asked – secretly, selfishly – to be punished. I asked to be confined for at least a fortnight, to serve all comers within that confinement, and to fed only cum, spit, pee, and shit, to eat and to drink. I was just released today, after two full weeks, on very good behaviour. In my space, there was a cot, and there were two red buckets with orange tops – one for a toilet, should I require it, and one with fresh water for both drinking and rinsing. I had no clothes, no towels, no linens on the cot, no toothbrush…nothing.
Men came every day, all day, and much of the night, to have their dicks sucked, to have their buttholes rimmed, to fuck me, and to relieve themselves – peeing and shitting. I was their sex slave, their toilet slave. I gladly submitted to all who came, living off their cum, their spit, their pee, and their shit. Despite my admitted filthiness, I am very neat. I love my space being befouled with cum, pee, and shit, but I deplore disorder, chaos of any kind. Needless to convey, then, I kept my little lockaway as clean as I could. Most men dumped their loads of cum into my mouth and my cunt, and peed and shit in my mouth, but some preferred my cot, or the floor. The floor was tiled, and easy to lick clean. The room certainly smelled of sex, and of pee and shit, but I cleaned up as well as I could with just my hands, lips, and tongue.
My master came every day, too, for servicing, but we missed the cuddling, the sleeping together. Perhaps you can imagine the state I was in. I was not pretty in any normal sense. I was beautiful, though, as the adoration, the apotheosisation, and the obsession of filth. He admired my resolve, that I would go to this extent to demonstrate my unfaltering, unrestrained, undaunted worship of the glorious ejaculations and eliminations of men. As a lifelong faggot, I love all things male. Equally, however, or perhaps even more, I love all that is dirty, nasty, filthy.
Regarding the duration of my stay here, yes, it is indefinite. Now that I have run the gauntlet of my self-imposed confinement, having once again proven myself capable of any and every sexual extreme, all will be brought to a higher level, a more depraved level, a more refined level. I cannot wait.
I love you madly. You remain my only true master, my husband, my life. Cock and cum-flavoured kisses.
