(cont’d)

But there was one thing in particular, Kitten, that makes me even now want to gather you up in my arms and hold your body cradled naked against me.

Afterward, after I’d put you through so much discomfort and even pain, after I’d used your body for my pleasure, thrust deeply into you in every way, and, finally, come kneeling over you with my cock deep in your mouth and my fingers thrusting hard into your pussy–after all that, you thanked me. You thanked me for not stopping when it was painful, for letting you decide whether or not you’d use a safe word. You said it hurt, you grasped the sheets in pain, you cried out and gasped and shuddered–but you didn’t ask me to stop, and you thanked me for letting you make that choice.

When you told me that, I was so pleased and proud of you, Kitten. I still am. Your surrender is intoxicating to me, fills me with love and tenderness, and makes me want to both push you harder and draw you more gently to me.

My good little Kitten.

Love,
Sir