[That was a beautiful reply, Kitten, but there is one thing you said that I want to correct. You said that you know a particular thing “does nothing” for me. That’s not true, not at all. Perhaps I damned it with faint praise; if so I’ll praise it more fully soon, so that you’re clear on that point. Come to me, Kitten. — Sir]

Kitten,

I’m looking forward to having hours with you, and soon. Hours during which you feel helpless, manhandled, apprehensive, eager, overwhelmed, wanton, pained, satisfied, swept away, obedient–always, obedient. Never afraid, though often nervous. Always safe, but always as if you’re in a place–my bed–where everything is beyond your control. Because it is.

Sir