Do you remember the first time I called you that, kitten? It seems so long ago now, that day of firsts. It wasn’t our first moment of intimacy. And we didn’t make love–it was a little while yet before I took you that way, before I claimed you so thoroughly.

But it was the first time you graced my big white bed, lying so beautifully on the covers, captivating even before I held you down and roughly undressed you.

It was the first time I tied you, left you lying on your side, naked, vulnerable. (Hours later, I found my belt, still knotted, hidden amongst the covers.)

It was the first time, kitten, that the constant fantasy of you on your knees before me was realized–became a better reality than imagined in my countless daydreams. How did you know that I would want you to rest your hands on my legs, so I could watch my hard cock slowly sliding in and out between your lips? It was the first of so many times you would kneel for me–the first of so many times I’d lift you up afterwards.

It was the first time I saw you naked in the light of day, the first time I paused to appreciate your breasts before I pressed my lips and tongue hard against your nipples.

It was the first time we had time, girl; time to restrain you, time to touch you, time to speak the gentle words to soften the sting of my hand on your bottom. (And the first time for that, too, for leaving my hand printed so plainly on your body. You took it well, kitten. You always have taken it well, that and so much more.)

For the first time (and you told me this, later) you wondered what would happen next, what I would do to you, and were anxious–but not, I think, afraid. (If you had known, kitten, how near a thing it was, how close you came to having my cock deep in your ass as you lay naked on your side and I held your wrists–if you had known, your anxiety would have been multiplied. When I pulled you around and thrust my cock into your mouth, it was to spare you a much greater discomfort than that of the two fingers I thrust into you.)

Dear girl, my good girl…. It was the first time I wrapped you in my arms, held you against my chest, comforted you after using your body roughly (but not very roughly–and not at all roughly compared to our later encounters).

Above all, it was the time I began to possess you, to trap us in our golden bubble. I’m in it now, remembering you. Anticipating you, kitten.