#TBT: “Email Cybering” with SIR Milleman

I recently got back in touch with one of my very first genuine SIRS. We shared a few laughs about how many times we have played at IML, MAL and my many visits to his place. He was very influential in my interest in Leather and Rubber uniforms as well as becoming a better submission bondage bottom.

I started looking up old photos to share with him and found some of our old email exchanges. He was (is) quite the adult writer. I thought I’d share one of the emails I got from after I had sent him an email describing a dream I had about him.

SIR “Milleman” is a very sweet, twisted and dominant man. Clearly!   🙂 

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“Dreaming of SIR, huh?  Well if it’s a lucky dumb fuck, it may be able to at least
dream….or is it a dream…the fuck if it knows.  it may be so tired
and drained that it can’t really tell.  Use of it for pain,
pleasure…disposal of bodily fluids…a fuck and suck toy….or maybe
just amusement in knowing it can’t do a fucking thing…including
breathe…without MY say so.  Knowing I am near…or not so near!
Sometimes it thinks it will have some rest…just an hour or so to drift
off…to think…But the problem is…thinking can be very, very
dangerous.  Where will thought bring it?  Will it fuck up what I have in
mind for it?  If that happens, the price can be severe.  On the other
hand, if it is obedient and follows MY orders to the letter, will it be
different?  Just don’t know.  All depends on MY mood, MY demands, MY
amusement.  it is absolutely a thing…and object…disposable at any
time.  But it hopes that maybe once in a great while, I show some
modicum of recognizing it in the most shallow way.  Verifying if nothing
else, that it exists or something just a little more than that.  THAT
would be its reward and it would savor those moments.
But for now, the completely immobile rubber object will only stand or
hunch, painfully, while it is watched, while it hears boots slowly fade
away and hears the heavy door shut.  And its mind WILL go wild with
imagination, anxiety and perhaps even a little bit of hope that upon
return, it will have contact of any kind with a fully rubbered,
superior, controlling,  masculine  master.  Will it be permitted to see
ME as a rubber cop.  Needing to be polished and knowing it would be a
privilege to do so.  Feeling MY fully sheathed cock with its heavily
padded hands, knowing that MY groaning is its reward.  it does exist for
ME!  it is alive for ME!  it…IS….MINE!!”