Kitten,

You’ve been very good about our rituals, about following my rules. You answer “yes, Sir” when I talk to you: that’s important to me. When I put my hand on your throat, you part your lips for me, just as you’ve been told. And you always wear black lace panties when you’re with me, as you’re supposed to. Your obedience pleases me greatly, Kitten.

On one of our next few times together, I want you to wear jeans and no panties. That’s breaking a rule, but it’s okay because I’m telling you to. You may decide when to come to me that way; I’ll tell you when I want you to, but you can do it before I tell you and that will be fine.

I want you dressed that way because I want to touch you through your jeans. I’m going to stand behind you with my hand on your throat and tell you what to do, as always. And then I’m going to put my left arm around you and hold you tightly against me. I’m going to push your legs apart with my foot. And then I’m going to reach around you and put my right hand between your legs. I’m going to press a finger along either side of your pussy, firmly. And then I’m going to slowly draw my middle finger up the seam of your jeans, my nail scraping, very slowly, along the coarse fabric. You’ll feel the vibration against your pussy; you’ll feel it in your clitoris when I reach it. And then I’ll pause and press my finger against your pussy before starting again.

The pressure, the vibration, just the thought of my finger being drawn along your slit, will make you wet. Your helplessness to do anything about it will excite you more. (You know, I think, that if you were to grab my right arm with both of your hands and try to pull my hand away from your pussy, you couldn’t do it. You’re welcome to try: I won’t consider that defiance. But it won’t do you any good at all, because I’m so much stronger than my Kitten.)

And so I’ll keep touching you this way, gradually increasing the pressure but always with the same slow stroke along the slit of your pussy. And you’ll get wet–you get so wet, my little one. And your jeans will get wet, and you’ll be uncomfortable, and I’ll enjoy making you wet and uncomfortable and weak in the knees.

And then, little one, when you’re very wet and very uncomfortable, I’ll tell you to kneel, and we’ll continue with our rituals, and you’ll look up at me as you lick my cock and take me in your mouth.

Soon, Kitten.

Love,
Sir