Kitten,

Your reply was lovely, my dear, and your Querido appreciates it.

I was particularly struck by the sensuality, Kitten. You related so much of our last encounter to the sensations you’re having now, the way you’re touching yourself, the tastes and scents you’re experiencing at this moment. I like this sense of your perspective, so feminine, so different from my own highly visual experience.

(Speaking of which, you really are a joy to look at, girl, whether you’re lying on my bed half covered by my sheets, or enthusiastically submitting to my most outrageous sexual demands. I remember so vividly your eyes, your hair, your lips–and how I love your lips, Kitten. Your breasts, your ass. Looking at you excites and pleases me.)

Kitten, after reading your sweet and tender words, I was briefly tempted to reconsider the tone of our next time together. But only briefly: I want your submission, and I want to know that I have it even when it’s more challenging. It’s one thing to wince but endure my cock thrusting too deeply into your pussy, or just a little too quickly into your ass. When you choke on my cock in your throat, I’m proud of the way you hardly pause before accepting my next deep thrust. You please me greatly, little one, and excite me as well, when you show me how you can take almost everything I can do to you during lovemaking, and never beg me to stop. I’m proud of my Kitten.

Next time, my dear little girl, will be different. I’ll make sure there’s time to be close, time for me to hold you and calm you and kiss you gently and tell you what a good girl you are. Time to rest, after I strain you and tire you out.

But I am going to strain you. I’ve told you part of it, how you’ll be on your stomach, your wrists and ankles tied together behind your back, while I sit on the bed in front of you and put my cock in your mouth–how I’ll tangle my fingers in your hair and lift your head with one hand, and guide my cock in with the other. I’ll be careful not to choke you too much, and to let you breathe. But I won’t be gentle, not with your throat, not with your breasts or nipples or pussy or bottom.

You’ll know, when we’re done, that I really won’t hurt you–that I can be trusted even when you’re completely helpless. And we’ll both find out, Kitten, if you really want to feel pain and discomfort, if you really want to be pushed closer to your limits–and just how much.

Love,
Sir