My Dear Kitten,

You mentioned your favorite moments. Let me give you some of mine.

As always, that moment when I walked in and found you obediently standing, in just your bra and panties, beside the pillow that I’d placed on the floor for you. Your eyes cast down, your wrists crossed in front of you–you were exactly as I’d told you to be, and it pleased and excited me.

When you came with my cock in your mouth, and I was rough with you, thrusting too deeply into your mouth and choking you. I told you I would, I said “Kitten, this is going to be hard, get ready,” before holding you tightly against me and driving my cock into your throat. When I told you “just once more, Kitten” and you took a big breath, I was proud of you. I know it was hard. I know your neck and throat are sore now.

Again, as always, when you knelt, Kitten. I can’t get enough of you on your knees before me. Seeing you with your wrists tied in front of you–I’m hard now, thinking about it.

When you were on your back and I was making love to you, and you sucked my fingers so hard. You were so good, Kitten, taking them into your throat, moaning, with that lost and unfocused look in your eyes.

Holding you. And that’s the thing I want right now; to be holding you.

MY Kitten.

Love,
Sir