Kitten,

Yes, I’m going to call you to me, and soon.

But the holidays are upon us. And the things I want to do to you, the intensity of it, the way it will change us both…. I realize now that this can’t happen until the new year. As hard as it is for me to resist, it’s become obvious to me that we need the time and the space to focus on it.

After the new year, very soon after the new year, I’m going to call you to me. And then I’m going to take you, and break you, and claim you.

Now, breathe a little more easily. For a little while longer, we’ll have only words. But we’ll have a great many words, my dear kitten.

Over the next few weeks, I’ll describe all the kinds of things I want to do with you. I’ll describe the firmness of my hand as it grasps your arm and pulls you roughly to me. I’ll describe the hard pressure of my tongue on your nipples. I’ll describe the head of my cock spreading your labia and opening you more than you’ve been opened before. I’ll describe how you’ll lie on your back with my hand on your throat holding you down, firmly but not too roughly, as I slowly thrust my cock into your ass. And I’ll describe you kneeling on a padded bench, your ankles and wrists bound to it, while I stand in front of you and thrust my cock slowly in and out of your throat–a leather strap in my hand ready to lightly (but not too lightly) slap your bottom if you don’t make a real effort to swallow my cock. I’ll tell you about those things. And you know, my good little girl, that I never write fiction.

Love,
Sir