Kitten,

One day, there will be a small chest in my bedroom. It will be two or three feet long, and proportioned like a shoebox. It will be black, of polished wood or, possibly, a leather covering. And it will lock, and have a small keyhole on the front.

The key will be on a cord around my neck, and will always be with me.

And after I’ve sent you to the bedroom, Kitten, and you’ve stood while I’ve told you what I want to do with you and to you, and what I want you to do for me, and after you’ve knelt obediently and pleased me with your hands and your mouth–after all that, I’ll lift you back to your feet, as I always do. And then, some days, I’ll take the key from around my neck and give it to you. And I’ll tell you what I want you to get from our chest.

You’ll go to the chest and unlock it with the key. Sometimes you’ll be dressed, still. Other times you’ll be naked, or almost so. I’ll enjoy watching you get the things I’ve told you to get.

You’ll open the chest, and inside you’ll find the things we’ve collected. There will be your wrist cuffs and ankle cuffs, of course. (Not your collar–you’ll already be wearing that, will have been since I sent you to the bedroom earlier.) There will be the vibrator we keep here, and the other toys we like. Lotions. Straps and ropes. And paddles, Kitten, things of leather and wood, things that have briefly left their mark on your bottom, your thighs. You’ll look through all these things for the items I told you to bring me. And I’ll wait for you to come to me.

And then I’ll bind you, Kitten, if that’s what we’re doing. Or I’ll lay you down on the bed and spank you. Or I’ll make you kneel while I slowly thrust a toy into your pussy or your ass. But whatever we do, I’ll enjoy knowing that you brought these things to me, that you did as you were told, knowing that I’d use these things to restrain you, to make you uncomfortable, or just to use your body for my own pleasure.

And yours. Always yours, Kitten. Because, as much as my command is your wish (a phrase of yours I like very much), so your pleasure is my wish. For it’s easy for me to control your body with force; it would be more difficult, but still possible, to break your will with fear and intimidation. But I want your willing submission, your wanton and joyful participation. I want to tell you to worship my cock and know that you’re doing it sincerely, both because my cock pleases you and because you covering it with kisses and rubbing it on your cheek and licking it and taking it deep in your mouth pleases me.

Wanton submission. That’s what I want from you, complete and enthusiastic surrender. And that’s what I get from you, Kitten.

And, truly, I can’t get enough. I think of it all through the day, look forward to my next opportunity to hold you and claim you and ravish you.

Soon. Not soon enough. But soon.

Sir