My Dear Kitten,

Tonight will be very simple, my little one. I’m going to tell you what to do. I’m going to tell you to go to the bedroom and change into that lacy black nightgown I bought you, and the lacy black bra and panties. I’m going to pour us each a drink, dim the lights, and sit down on the couch in front of the fireplace. And I’m going to tell you to come and kneel on the thick white carpet beside me, your legs tucked under you, put your arm around my leg, and press your cheek against me. I’ll hand you your drink, and then I’ll stroke your hair, and look at you and appreciate my pretty and obedient kitten. And we’ll sit like that for awhile, just enjoying the quiet and the fire and the knowledge that, after the new year rings in, we’ll go to bed together.

After awhile I’ll tell you to come curl up on the couch beside me. I’ll put my arm around you as you lay your head against my chest, and I’ll enjoy the feel of your body through the sheer material of your nightgown. I’ll rest my hand on your hip, feel the curve of your narrow waist, and feel that sense of wealth I always feel when I remember that this body is mine for the taking, mine to possess, mine to command.

And I’ll command it, Kitten. Tonight, even before we leave the couch, I’ll tell you what I’ll do with you. You’ll lie against me, your cheek pressed against my chest, and I’ll tell you how it will be when I take you to bed tonight. I’ll tell you that, tonight–and only tonight–you won’t kneel in the bedroom for me, because I’m going to have you kneel here, in front of the fire, instead. I’m going to watch you in the flickering light, watch your diaphanous black gown swirl around you as you lower yourself to your knees and reach up to unfasten my belt.

I love how you look in black, Kitten. I love to see your beautiful black hair spilling over your shoulders, over your breasts, as you lean in to take me in your mouth. I love to tangle my fingers in it and pull you toward me, to hold you tight against me as I thrust into your throat.

I’ll appreciate you kneeling obediently in the firelight, Kitten. And then, after several minutes of that, after you’ve made my cock so hard that I can barely get it back into my clothes, I’ll lift you up and carry you, my little Kitten, into the bedroom. I’ll lay you on your back, your black gown spread out across my big white bed. I’ll lean over you, press my chest lightly against yours, and kiss you, Kitten. Kiss you, and hold you down, and slowly claim your body with my hands, with my touch, with my fingers moving over you everywhere, feeling you everywhere through the thin fabric.

I’ll take my time, because I love to touch you, never tire of feeling your body beneath my hands. I’ll touch you, and I’ll slowly undress you–and then, Kitten, I’ll devour you. I’ll push your lips apart and grasp your ankles firmly in my hands, so tightly that you know you can’t pull free. And I’ll hold your legs wide as I press my lips to your pussy, as I slip my tongue into you, as I circle and lick and close my lips around your clitoris. I’ll make you gasp, and moan, and tell me how much you like what I’m doing to you. And I’ll do it for a long time, until, when I ask if you’re ready to come, you say “yes, please Sir, may I come?”

And then I’ll undress you, Kitten, and sit back against the pillows with you kneeling between my legs, and tell you to come, Kitten, while you slowly suck my cock. I won’t choke you, or be too demanding. I’ll just tangle my fingers in your hair and slowly move your head up and down on my cock, supporting your body with my arm as you make yourself come. Because you know how I like it when you come with my cock in your mouth, Kitten.

And while you suck me, and while you’re touching yourself, I’ll tell you what we’ll do later, how I’ll kneel behind you and very slowly, very deeply drive my cock into your pussy. How I’ll lay you on your side and rest my weight on top of you, never stopping my long, slow thrusts. How I’ll crush you in my arms, so that you can’t move at all, so that you’re just a little bundle of a girl in my strong restraining grip, while my cock continues to thrust, faster now, deeper now, into you, rhythmically, relentlessly, endlessly.

And after you come I’ll do those things, I’ll hold you tight and fuck you deep and long and hard, and then I’ll come, Kitten, deep inside you, and you’ll feel my cock swell and pulse and suddenly drive hard against you as my whole body shakes and I growl loudly and squeeze you too hard and you think I’ll never let you breathe.

And then, finally, we’ll lie together, my Kitten in my arms, and be calm and still.

Happy New Year, my dear Kitten. It’s going to be a very good year.

Love,
Sir