Kitten,

I’m thinking back to our last time together, to all the things we did and how much they pleased me. Your little body, Kitten, delights me more with each encounter. I enjoy looking at you, seeing you standing barely clothed, kneeling naked in front of me, lying on your back or your side. I like to be above you, my cock deep in your pussy or your ass.

And when I tell you–as I did recently–to give my cock all your attention, and you do it so obediently and so well, Kitten, I ache. I ache as I lie back and watch you slide down my body, watch you press your breasts against my thighs, watch your hair cascading on to me as you slowly lick the length of my shaft, and then watch you take the entire length into your throat (which still amazes me).

Last time, Kitten, I was hard on you. Not rough, but I thrust deeply and took you every way, and I’m sure you were sore for a long time afterwards. I enjoyed it all immensely, and we’ll do it all again.

But next time, my little one, will be different. It won’t be quite as physically intense–you won’t be fucked as hard–but it will probably be more demanding, and almost certainly more painful. You’ll spend a lot of it tied up, being told exactly the things I want you to do–and I’ll want you to do them just as I tell you. The last time, Kitten, was about taking you and thrusting deep into you and possessing your body. The next time will be about your will, and about your obedience, and about commanding you and reassuring you and comforting you.

I am eager now, Kitten, to put my hand on you, and to bend you, and hold you down, and make you surrender to me.

Sir