Kitten,

My want for you is deep. I don’t know how well I can communicate this idea, but I want to try.

There is a dimension, a totality, about it, about this dominance and submission, that is absent from normal intimacy. Sex is always physical, almost always emotional–it should be. But the aspect of submission introduces the matter of will into it, and this is unlike either the physical or the emotional connection of sex. There is a giving, on your part, and a taking, on mine, that is unique to the dom/sub relationship, and I find myself craving that quite independently of, and even more intensely than, the physical and emotional components of sex.

When you submit to me, you do it with intent–it’s deliberate, a considered act of surrender. It is real in a way that the transient pleasures of sex are not. (Transient, but very great pleasures, nonetheless.) But the submission is continuous, and goes on whether you’re kneeling before me or lying naked on my bed or sitting in my car or at a dinner party with me: I am always your dominant man; you are always my submissive woman.

I want to command your complete submission. That’s what the talk of worshiping my cock is about: not merely the physical pleasure of it, though I want that, but even more the sign of your surrender and obedience to me.

If I were with you right now, Kitten, I would be completely unreasonable. I would quietly, calmly, firmly demand your absolute submission to me. I would have you kneeling and worshiping my cock, lavishing the most outrageous attention on it, rubbing it on your face, choking on it, pressing it against your lips as you look up at me. I would thrust deeply, ignoring your tears, unmindful of how difficult it is for you, taking care only that you not choke too much on me. I’d hold your head tightly against my body, my cock in your throat, and tell you what a good girl you are for taking me so deeply.

And it would go on and on, because you are never more submissive than when you’re on your knees in front of me, and that’s exactly what I want, today–your utter, complete submission.

Love,
Sir