Kitten,

It’s been a busy day and we’ve been apart–and will be late into the evening. And I’ve missed you, Kitten.

Days like this, when you’re endlessly in my thoughts but not at all in my presence, I fill with any number of small fantasies–fantasies that change throughout the day. Earlier, it was as I described below: you naked, kneeling, waiting obediently for me to tilt your head back and tell you to take me in your mouth.

But now a different fantasy occupies my mind, little one. You’re not kneeling, but sitting on a big comfortable cushion on the floor near my chair. Your legs are tucked beneath you. You’re dressed, comfortable and warm, but in something that shows me the shape of this body I love so much.

Your wrists are tied together, firmly but comfortably, in front of you, and rest on your lap. Your ankles are tied together also–again, firmly but comfortably.

And you sit, quietly, while I work. Almost without thinking, my hand drops down to your shoulder, brushes the hair from the back of your neck and caresses you. I pause, look at you, appreciating my Kitten waiting so patiently for me. My fingers stroke your cheek, follow the line of your jaw. I consider stopping my work and taking you to bed now, but I have to finish this, another little while yet. So I stroke your hair with my hand, smile, and turn back to my work. And you lean toward me, rest your head against my knee, and watch me, knowing that soon I’ll lift you up, and carry you to bed, and have my way with you, as I always do.

MY Kitten.

Sir