[Yes, Kitten, I know. And it pleases me. Keep pleasing me, Kitten. Sir]

Kitten,

I’m a jealous lover, and that’s something you’d best know about me: your bottom, which suffers enough already, will suffer less if you keep it in mind.

But let’s talk about jealousy, little one. There’s the jealousy that is inflamed when you talk to someone else, when you text a mutual friend, when you flirt at a party, when other men look at you while we’re out to dinner, when you spend time with your girlfriends, when you dance without me.

I don’t have that kind of jealousy. I don’t have that because I have so very much of the other kind of jealousy, the dominating kind.

There can only be one man to whom you submit, and that has to be me. You can talk, you can text, you can flirt. But I must be the only one for whom you have to look down, the only one to whom you meekly say “yes, Sir,” and the only one who takes you as I do. I must be the only one who commands you, who says “come to me, now” and knows you’ll obey. I must be the only one for whom you kneel, naked, subdued, your hands crossed before you and your eyes downcast, waiting for me to stand before you and tangle my fingers in your hair.

You can be polite to others, you can defer to others, you can let others treat you well–I want them to.

You can have female lovers, if you want: that wouldn’t bother me at all. But if you’re intimate with another man, it can’t be as you’re intimate with me. He can’t dominate you as I do. I’m the only one who gets to throw you around, who gets to take absolutely everything whenever I want, who gets to choke you with my cock, to thrust deeply into your ass, to tie you down and make you come, to push you roughly to your stomach or your back or your knees–and to do all of these things, over and over, long into the night.

I’m the only one, Kitten, who stands behind you with his hand on your throat and tells you quietly what he’s going to do with you and to you, and then waits for your “yes, Sir” before doing it. I’m the one–the only one–to whom you say “please, Sir, please fuck me in the ass now.” I’m the only one who holds your head down while you struggle with his cock in your throat.

I’m the only one you thank for coming in your mouth, on your lips, on your tongue, on your breasts–and then for making you suck my cock for a long time afterward.

I’m the kind of jealous lover who insists that I’m the only one who has those things. Others can enjoy your company, your attention–even, occasionally, your body. I’m the only one who commands you, whom you must obey, and for whom you’ll eagerly do whatever you’re told, whenever you’re told, wherever you’re told.

Do you understand me, Kitten?

Sir

And my Kitten’s reply:

Yes Sir, I understand. Your will is the only one I want to obey, I only want all of those things from you. I want to be captured only by you. I only want to be held down, tied down, caused pain, fucked and told to take everything given to me by you. I am glad we understand each other so well Sir, thank you for knowing me so intimately.

My good Kitten.