My Dear Kitten,

Would knowing what to expect make you more or less apprehensive, do you think? Would it be harder not to dwell on it if you could more easily imagine what was coming?

We both say “pain and discomfort,” and certainly “pain” trips off the tongue most readily. But you have a sense of me, Kitten, and of the kind of physical domination I enjoy, and you probably understand that it has more to do with controlling your body and demanding things of you than of creating pain and discomfort for their own sake.

In fact, I don’t seek to create either pain or discomfort–though I don’t very much mind causing either. What I want to do–and what I will do–is make excessive sexual demands. That’s the way in which I want to dominate you, Kitten: I want to be unreasonable, and watch you willingly submit to my unreasonableness.

I’m already unreasonable. The last time we were together, I fucked your pussy, your ass, and your throat. You came with my cock in your mouth and in your pussy, and almost while I was in your ass. You sucked my cock while you were kneeling on the floor, on your hands and knees on the bed, on your back, on your side. I held your head in my hands and thrust so deeply you choked and gagged. And, amazingly, you took it all–every inch–into your throat, into your pussy, and into your ass–again and again.

Unreasonable is telling you to stand, almost naked, head bowed, wrists together, and wait for me to come to you. Unreasonable is tying your wrists and ankles and leaving you lying naked on the bed until I’m ready to come back and take you. Unreasonable is tying your legs to the bed posts and devouring you for as long as I want, slowly and steadily, until I finally decide to fuck you with my fingers or my cock. Unreasonable is tipping your head back and thrusting into your throat as you look up at me.

Kitten, I’ve told you that your last job, when we’re together, is to make me come, to make me come in your mouth, your pussy, your ass, or on you–but usually in your mouth. You’ve heard me tell you, when you’re tired and spent, “you’re not quite done, Kitten.” Always, that will be the last thing I demand of you, that you open your mouth for me and take me in, or wrap your fingers around my cock and stroke me until I come with your lips just inches from my cock. I’m going to teach you just how I like it, Kitten, how best to suck and stroke my cock to make me come. One day, I’ll lie back and tell you to stroke my cock and make me come, and you’ll do that: I’ll watch your hands sliding on my shaft, watch you take it deep into your throat to make me wet and slippery and then stroke it again as if you’re eager to see me come, eager to plunge me back into your mouth as I do and suck and swallow and feel me gradually soften in your mouth.

That’s unreasonable, too, that I should consider it your duty to do whatever is necessary to make me come, and to do it every time we’re together. You know I don’t come quickly, and that I’m demanding a lot of your little body to make you do that.

Oh, and calling you and telling you to have an orgasm while I talk to you is unreasonable, too.

I’m not a reasonable man, my Kitten.

Sir