(I’m here, kitten. Relax, be still. I’m always here.)

And not only here but, as I’ll tell you when we speak, thinking of you. Thinking, all day, of commanding and comforting, of taking you and of protecting you.

Commanding and comforting in roughly equal measure, kitten. Holding you down, and lifting you up. Restraining you, and freeing you. Challenging you, and restoring you. Dominating, always, but sometimes gentle.

Don’t doubt, not even for a moment, that I’m aware of my kitten. MY kitten.

Mine.