Vanessa's response to the session

The next day Vanessa posted:

Oh, Magnus, your will does deprive me, but only of doubt. Every part of me wanted you to accept my little invitation. My being lusted for you to break your self-imposed chains...you do not deserve them. You must believe me. You must know that I want nothing more than your release, at any cost, even if my own body cannot achieve it.

I have a confession. I know. I know that you did not leave her on your own free will. You only left her to enforce justice. You deprived your sensual self only because you thought I would be deprived, believing that I want nothing more than your submission. I do not care for your submission, only the free exercise of your will. I admit my sensual self wanted desperately for you to take her. In my conversations with her I described the exact manner in which she would seduce you. I had every intention of taking extreme delight in hearing her descriptions of your performance. I wanted desperately to know what made you finally break. I knew you would resist fiercely, which is why my permission was supposed to drive your body into her. How could it not, oh, and a part of me so wished you would have.

But, instead you exercised your other option, the one that I couldn't have imagined. I so desperately want to know what you are thinking...what's going on up there in your mind. Whatever it is, it drives me insane with passion. In a way you did satisfy yourself by leaving, but only on account of me. It only makes me uncontrollably mad for you, Magnus. You will not compromise yourself. You will never accept less than you deserve. You will gratify yourself with nothing but the most extreme manner of self-control and you are more capable of it than I could ever have imagined.

Nothing soaks my panties more than knowing you turned away because of me, even if it was to deprive me. If that is what you desire, you have it. I am already deprived, Magnus. Please, do not stop until you have taken everything you could possibly want from me. Starve my pathetic body of your touch if that is what gratifies you. Know that I spend every waking moment in terrible hunger for even the slightest brush against your shoulder. From this moment on, Magnus, you deprive me more every moment...more than you could ever know...