It is a thing in itself, the domination, and not merely an aspect of the sex. I’ve always been a physically assertive lover, but this desire–this need–to command you, Kitten, is unexpected. I find myself thinking of it as vividly as I do you kneeling before me, anticipating it as eagerly as I do holding your naked body down on the bed. I look forward to standing behind you, my hand resting lightly on your throat, and telling you, in calm, matter-of-fact tones, what I intend to do with you today–and hearing your soft and respectful “yes, Sir” in reply.

And there is a world of things unexplored, Kitten. I’ve barely spanked you–much more will follow. I’ve hardly bound you, only your wrists and ankles, only lying on the bed or kneeling, as today, in front of me with your wrists bound. I’ve yet to leave you lying bound and naked beside me while I work or read or drink my coffee and appreciate the curves of your helpless body.

Helpless. That’s a word I use often, and it’s what I want: I want you helpless. I want you to wonder what will happen next, wonder what I’ll demand of you, do to you, make you do for me–and know that there’s really nothing you can do about it, because you’re my submissive and obedient girl.

I have a quiet daydream, one I’ve shared with you already but I’ll say it again. I imagine sitting in my living room, entertaining guests–another couple, perhaps, or two or three men–and you kneeling, naked or barely clothed, on the carpet beside my chair, your wrists bound together in front of you, your bound ankles tucked under you. Your dark beautiful hair is streaming down around your shoulders and over your breasts, and I reach down from time to time and run my fingers through it, sometimes move it aside so I can see your face or your breasts more clearly. I run my hand along your neck, and you press your cheek against it, your eyes closed. And all the while I talk to my guests about other things. The men can’t take their eyes off of you, but they try to pretend not to notice: I can see the envy in their eyes. They can only imagine what will happen when they leave, how I’ll carry you to the bedroom and gently but firmly demand from you such acts of sexual attention and devotion.

And they can’t imagine, they can’t possibly imagine, the effect her submission has on me when my kitten gives me everything I want, beautifully and eagerly and wantonly and willingly.