Kitten,

I need you kneeling before me. I need to say the words: “Kneel, Kitten.” I need to see you drop, unhesitatingly, eagerly, to your knees. I need to hear you moan softly as my fingers tighten on the back of your neck and I hold you still. I need to feel your body shiver as you press your lips to my stomach and take my hard cock in your hands.

Soon.

Querido

Kitten,

I was so demanding of you, and particularly of your throat. When you were on your side, your head on my stomach and my cock in your mouth, the way you moaned and squirmed was amazing — I almost stopped and took you right then, but it felt too good to stop.

And then a little later, when you were on your hands and knees and I was thrusting my cock into your throat, holding your head up by your hair…. God, Kitten. It was so good to just ram my cock into you, over and over, and to feel your throat around the head of my cock with each hard thrust. You managed to breathe, somehow: I didn’t pause or even give it a thought, knowing that you’d tell me if it was too much for you to handle. It must have been difficult for you, but you took my cock deeply and for a long time. When I came, I know you struggled to keep your lips tight around me.

You were wonderful, Kitten. Simply amazing.

Next time, little girl, I’m going to make love to you for what will seem like forever. Other things too, but I want you under me again, in my arms, gasping, crying out, pressing your face against my shoulder, as I slide too deep into you.

Love,
Your Querido

Kitten,

You asked me if I really do enjoy causing you the pain and discomfort I cause you.

Yes. Yes, I do. I enjoy it because it’s a measure of my domination of you, and of your willingness to submit to me. It’s an overt and extreme expression of my possession of you, and of my freedom to use your body for my pleasure.

As I told you, next time I’m going to hold you more, kiss you more, and feel your body soft and warm against mine. And then, dear Kitten, I’m going to slowly push you to your knees. I’m going to say “on your knees, Kitten,” firmly, and as I say it I’m going to push you down, not making you drop to quickly, but not letting you remain standing, either.

I’ll keep one hand on you while you’re kneeling, holding you so that you can’t move forward or backward. With my other hand, I’ll take out my cock. I’ll tell you to open your mouth, and I’ll guide my cock into it.

I’ll hold you still, Kitten, and thrust slowly in and out of your mouth, my hand curled tightly in your hair so that your head can’t move at all. I’ll slowly, but firmly, fuck your mouth and your throat, Kitten, while you kneel in front of me. I’ll do that until I’m ready to make you kneel on the bed on your hands and knees, and use the vibrator on you until I make you come while I finger your ass.

Then I’ll grab you and flip you over, Kitten, and we’ll make love.

Your
Querido

Kitten,

This most recent visit, because we didn’t make love, I felt greedy and demanding — selfish, even.

I don’t mind. I told you at the beginning that I was feeling aggressive and demanding, and that I was going to tie you up, fuck your throat and your ass, and generally take advantage of you. I enjoyed it, every moment of it, enjoyed it when you struggled to get my cock in your throat, enjoyed it when you gasped with the pain of it as I thrust slowly into your ass. I liked that you had to work so hard for your orgasms, and that you were sore in so many places when we finished. I wanted all of those things.

But I also wanted, and want now, to make love with you. Because, as much as I enjoy all the other stuff we do — and nothing in the world, really, is better than when you dropping to your knees, when I say “kneel, Kitten,” and taking my cock in your mouth — as much as I enjoy it all, crushing you beneath me as I slowly drive my cock deep into your pussy is still unique, and still something I need. I need to hear you moan. I need to hear you moved so much that all you can say is “I love you” as I thrust my cock hard into you. I need to have you close to coming, close to crying out, as you surrender to that.

I need that. I want it, and I need it, and soon.

Next time, Kitten, whatever else we do, we’re going to make love. We’ll do it slow, and fast, and deep, and hard, and tenderly: we’ll do all sorts of things, always with your little body beneath mine, my hands holding you, confining you, pulling you to me or pushing you down into the bed. I’ll kiss you, I’ll take your nipples hard between my lips, I’ll reach behind you and grab your ass and lift you up to me, I’ll grasp your throat and turn your head to the side as I press my lips against your neck. But, always, my cock will be in you, opening you, spreading you, filling you. Pounding into you.

I want that. I want you.

Love,
Sir

Kitten,

I know what you’ll be doing tonight, and with whom you’ll be doing it, and can make a guess as to where. I’ll be thinking about you, thinking about the men stealing looks at you, thinking that their thoughts overlap mine but not completely — and not in the ways that matter most. One man dominates you, Kitten, and we both know it. The rest are free to entertain their fantasies, as I’m sure they will.

I’ll be at my usual haunt this evening, drinking my usual libation, quietly plotting fiction, always distracted by the thought of you and by the memory of you. There are things we haven’t yet done — in fact, I’m thinking of things we haven’t yet done faster than we’re doing new things. And everything we’ve done, Kitten, I want to do again. And again.

I like our brief encounters and our leisurely ones. I like taking my time with you, and I like simply taking you. I like gentle and I like rough. Above all, I like telling you what to do, or simply doing what I want with your body without even thinking about whether or not you’ll accept it. Your eager, wanton submission is the most powerful aphrodisiac, Kitten, that I’ve ever experienced.

So dance, and drink, and be a little bit careful. And daydream, and remember. And anticipate.

Imagine lying on your back on top of me, my cock deep in your ass, my fingers in your pussy, your vibrator pressed hard against your clitoris, my arm tight around you holding you in place. And don’t just imagine it: anticipate it. Because it will happen just that way, and when it does I’ll be speaking quietly but firmly to you, saying “take your time, Kitten. I’m going to hold you just like this, and fuck your ass just like this, until you come. Take all the time you want. I’m not going to let you go, not going to let you move, not going to stop thrusting deeply into you — like this, Kitten — until after you come. And then, Kitten, I’ll come in your ass, or your throat, or on your breasts.”

Anticipate that happening soon, dear Kitten. Think of it often, when you’re out having fun.

Love,
YOUR Querido

Kitten,

I hope you slept well. I did — like a log, a sated and happy log. And I awoke thinking wildly inappropriate thoughts of you.

So much for sated.

Good morning, Kitten.

Your
Querido

Kitten,

It’s never enough, but it was wonderful nonetheless, the last time we got together. I’ve been thinking about it, about you, ever since.

You’re lovely. Lovely, and sexy — irresistibly sexy standing there in your panties and camisole, waiting for me so obediently. I told you to kneel, and watched as you took out my cock and brushed your lips along it. I enjoyed that you took your time before putting it in your mouth. You know I like it when you lavish attention on my cock.

I strained you just a little. I know my thrusting into your throat as you were coming was hard for you, that you gagged and almost couldn’t continue. I particularly enjoyed when you were on your hands and knees in front of me, and I thrust my cock down your throat without warning, over and over. I was surprised by how well you took it all the way in, pressing your lips against my body as my cock filled your throat.

And I know, Kitten, that you were worried about my cock in your ass. I was hard and big, and you were afraid it would be too much. But I tried to be slow, and your always able to take me that way if we take our time. It felt fantastic, and I wish you could see how it looked to have me kneeling behind you, gripping your hips, my cock slowly siding in and out of you that way.

But, Kitten, when I came in your mouth, my fingers tangled tightly in your hair, when you moaned and sucked hard on the head of my cock — that was perfect.

Love you. Miss you. Want you.

Thinking of you now.

Your
Querido

Kitten,

Come here. Kneel. Please me.

Kneel. And after that, I’ll make you do other things, some of which will be challenging.

Come.

YOUR Querido

Kitten,

I should be sated. I should be completely content. You’re wonderful, obedient, irresistible, and you give me everything I want.

But I want more, Kitten. I want all the things we did, and I want the things we didn’t do. I want to hold you down and take your nipples in my mouth and leave you desperate. I want you on your back on top of me, my cock deep in your ass. I want–

My wants, where you’re concerned, seem endless, Kitten.

Love,
Your Querido

Kitten,

Thank you for your note tonight.

You’re mistaken about one thing: yes, I do want to cause you discomfort, even pain. I often think of spanking you hard, repeatedly, until you’re close to tears and almost ready to beg me to stop. I think about thrusting my cock into your throat until it’s too much for you and, again, you want to ask me to stop but aren’t quite willing to do it.

You know I don’t want to hurt you, Kitten. But I do want to push you beyond, sometimes far beyond, your limits. You’ll find out that this is true.

Love,
Sir

Kitten,

Soon, very soon now, I’m going to hold you and, one by one, take away your choices. I’m going to physically restrain you, and then I’m going to tell you what to do and insist that you do it, and focus all your attention on that one thing. I’m going to slowly overwhelm you, until all you’re aware of is what I’m doing to you, what you’re doing for me, how it feels and how difficult it is and how important it is that you submit to it.

We’ll clear your mind, Kitten. You’ll be as relaxed as it’s possible to be, aware of nothing except your body and mine, my instructions, your desire to obey.

And we’ll see how long we can keep you like that, my little one. We’ll see how far we can push you, and how exhausted and surrendered you can be.

Twenty-six, Kitten.

Love,
Your Querido

Kitten,

Part I

Just a little longer to wait. You have a little longer to feel that happy apprehension, that nervousness about what’s going to happen. Pause every now and then and think about it. Re-read the last note and imagine how driven, how tense, how aggressive I’m going to be. Know that it’s approaching, and it’s inevitable. And then breathe slowly, deeply, and tell yourself that you’ll simply surrender to it — that there’s nothing else you can do, and so you’ll do it.

Counting the hours.

Part II

There are certain specific sensations I’m eager to feel, Kitten.

I want to feel your body tremble as my hands tighten on your throat and hip. When I stand behind you and touch you for that first time, Kitten, you moan. It’s the sound of helplessness and want, as if you suddenly realize that you’ve been captured — and that you want to be captured.

I want to feel your cheek pressed against my stomach as you kneel before me. I want to feel your hands on my legs, pulling yourself toward me as you wait for me to unfasten my pants.

I want to feel your lips around me.

I want to feel your arms around my neck as I carry your naked body to bed.

I want to feel your wrists held tightly in my hand, your ankles between my legs, as I pull you back against me and take you from behind.

I want to feel you in the tub with me, your back against my chest, your breasts in my hands as you lean your head against my shoulder.

I want, my dear little Kitten, to feel your aching, sated, exhausted, softly trembling body in my arms as we drift off to sleep.

Love,
Your Querido

You’re standing naked but for your bra and panties. I’m standing behind you, not touching you but so close that you think you can feel the heat from my bare chest against your back. I’ve been there for a minute or two, not touching you but close — you can hear me breathing slowly, you can almost feel the tension in my body as a vibration in the air between us.

My feeling of possession is profound, deep, unshakeable. You’re mine to do with as I please, helpless to resist because you’ve committed yourself to submission, and because it’s a point of pride in you now to give me everything I want without hesitation. I know you want to be challenged, to prove yourself to me, even as you’re afraid of what I might demand.

And you are afraid. You’ve seen me tense with desire, but never as tense as I am now. You know I’ve come a long way to be with you, waited a long time, and I’ve told you that I’m going to claim you, mark you, leave you with a physical reminder of my ownership of your body that will last for days.

You know that I want your surrender. I want to physically overwhelm you, to leave you gasping and aching and almost crying with both pleasure and pain, the two blending together so completely that you won’t even know which is which. All you’ll know is that you want it, all of it and more, and that you’ll submit to everything I do to you.

I’m standing behind you, looking at you, wanting to touch you but savoring this moment. Once I touch you, I know that my need will drive me to have you, and this moment of anticipation will end. And I’m beside myself, right now, with the thought of my hands closing on your arms, your neck, and holding you still; of grasping your throat and tipping your head back and telling you how I’m going to break your body tonight; of commanding you to your knees before me. I want all of this and I want it now. Yet I wait, because the sight of you standing before me, waiting, nervous, already captured but still untouched, is exciting to me: I have you, and I’m about to take you, and I have the luxury of appreciating that moment.

My hand is suddenly on your neck, your head tipped back, my fingers very firm though not gripping you so tightly that it frightens you. I still haven’t spoken, but you can hear the self-control in my breathing, and you know that I must be wound very tightly inside for my breathing to be so measured and calm. You moan, a small desperate sound —

— and I could consume you, devour you, ravish you that very moment. Later, much later, I’ll be gentle with you. Right now, Kitten, I need to have you, need to use you up. Need to send you to your knees and yank your head back and look into your eyes and possess you completely.

Counting the hours, Kitten.

[ I know, Kitten. I don’t like it either. But you’re being good.
Find me, any time, any way. I’ll be here. ~ Querido ]

Kitten,

You’re a good girl, and I’m pleased with you. I’m glad you’re doing as I asked. It isn’t how I want it, either, but for the best.

I’ll make it up to you soon, with all kinds of excess.

Love,
Sir

Kitten,

I never want to miss an opportunity to talk, to see you, to connect in any way we can. As I’ve told you, the longer I go without possessing you, the more emphatically I want to reclaim you. So let me tell you what it will be like the next time I have you. We’ll have been apart too long, and my need to take you will be great. (It feels great already, and this is nothing yet.)

It will be different from usual, Kitten. I won’t speak, not at first. I’ll look at you, and then walk up to you and take you in my arms. I’ll breathe you in, hold you tightly against me, feel the curves of your trim young body.

Then I’ll turn you around and pull you back against me. My hand will close on your throat, and you’ll feel my tension in my fingers. My other hand will grasp your hip, and you’ll have no doubt that I intend to have my way with you.

Normally I’d speak — that’s our ritual, that’s what we always do: I tell you what I’m going to do to you now, what I’m going to demand of you. But not this time. This time, I’ll simply hold you, and you’ll know from my breathing and the tension in my body that it’s going to be intense, that you’re going to have to surrender to it in order to get through the night.

I’ll hold you until you understand, just by that tension, what kind of evening lies ahead for you. And then I’ll speak, and the first words you’ll hear from me, Kitten, will be a firm and clear command: “Kneel now, Kitten.” And you’ll obey.

Later, I’ll be gentle, playful. We’ll lie together and talk and laugh and I’ll gently stroke your body and make you feel secure and spoiled.

But not now. Now, Kitten, you’ll kneel and worship my cock, pouring all your attention into it, taking it in your hands and your mouth and your throat. You’ll kneel in front of me and please me, and you’ll do it until your legs begin to ache from the strain. You’ll feel my hand on your neck, tangled in your hair, always ready to pull you hard against me and drive my cock deeper into your throat. You’ll be unable to look into my eyes, but you’ll look at my cock and see how hard I am, how big and hard and demanding I am. And you’ll think of the ways I’m going to have you tonight, the ways I’m going to thrust my cock into you. And you’ll know that you have no choice but to give yourself completely to me.

You’ll suck my cock for a long time, Kitten, before I pick you up and lay you on our bed. And then, my dear little Kitten, the night will barely have begun.

Love,
YOUR Querido

Kitten,

I have no plan, no agenda for the next, and too-brief, encounter. Our rituals, of course: you’ll stand in bra and panties and wait for me, listen quietly as I stand behind you with my hand on your throat, and kneel obediently when I tell you to. I’m very eager for that, Kitten, to have you on your knees again.

Beyond that, we’ll see where my wants take us. But we both know where that’s likely to be: deep in your throat, over and over and over. And we both know that you’ll give me what I want.

And I want you. Come to me, Kitten.

Love,
YOUR Querido

Kitten,

This moment, I want to possess you with a quiet intensity. I want to wrap my arms around your naked body, pull you back against me on the bed and hold you tightly. I want to lie beside you like that, behind you on the bed, until you relax and surrender, until you know that you can’t move or pull free or do anything except feel my arms restraining you, your legs trapped between mine.

We’ll stay like that until you’re still and your breathing matches mine. And then I’ll take you very slowly, from behind, bending you forward until my hand grips the back of your neck, my arm extended, my other hand tightly gripping your hip. I’ll hold you like that with a strong, unyielding grip, and say “be still, Kitten” in a quiet but firm voice. You’ll obey, lying still even as your breathing quickens just a little. And then you’ll feel my cock pressing against your pussy, spreading you, very slowly entering you.

I’ll take a long time entering you, moving slowly in and out, gradually going deeper until suddenly it’s too much, and you gasp, and I back out just a little and make love to you with smooth, rhythmic strokes that fill you without causing you pain. We’ll do that until you can’t take any more, until you’re moaning, almost crying, your body shivering with each thrust. Eventually I’ll push all the way in, but your pain will blend with your pleasure and you won’t care — you’ll just cry out as I pull your body roughly back to me with each hard thrust, your ass slamming into me as I pull your body back and slip my fingers around your throat and again hold you against me.

I won’t come then. I’ll come much later, after I’ve pulled you to your knees and held your vibrator against your pussy while I slowly thrust into you. After you’ve taken me deep in your throat, again and again, until you gag on my cock. After you’ve come with my cock in your ass, crying out as your orgasm goes on for so long. After all that, and much more kissing and touching and sucking and holding you tightly against me, then I’ll tell you “you have one more thing to do, Kitten. Kneel for me.” And you’ll kneel, and I’ll tangle my fingers in your hair and tip your head back….

“Look at me, Kitten.” Then, when you can’t, more firmly: “LOOK at me, Kitten.”

And you will. And I’ll come, my cock between your lips, my grip fierce as I pull your head slowly to me.

Your
Querido

Kitten,

Our most recent time together was different, and wonderful.

I wanted greater intimacy — if one can imagine greater intimacy than what we’ve had. I wanted the things I always want, but I also wanted to slow it down, to hold you closer, to touch you all over, and to communicate more. We did all that, and it was everything I’d hoped it would be.

Dear Kitten, I still worked you hard. I know it was difficult for you when I held my cock deep in your throat for so long. You know I don’t mind you gagging and the challenge of dealing with that. On the contrary, it makes me appreciate your obedience and submission even more, when it’s a challenge for you and you still do it enthusiastically. And I appreciated you so much this time, Kitten. You were such a good girl.

I particularly enjoyed your last orgasm, Kitten. I can still feel it, still feel your body shaking, my arm tightening around you, my cock thrusting into you.

I want to hold you close and make you tell me all your thoughts about it, about all of it.

Your Querido loves, misses, and wants his Kitten.

Sir

Kitten,

It seems unreal, sometimes, until I pause to remember it vividly. And then it’s simply amazing. It’s amazing how completely natural it feels, how real it is, to take control of you, tie you up, hold you down, do whatever I want with your body without pausing to ask you or warn you what’s next. It’s amazing how easy it is to do hard things to you, and how much I enjoy it — and how many things I want to do to you still. And will, my beloved Kitten.

Soon.

YOUR
Querido

Kitten,

I’d like to be sitting on the couch in our hotel room, reading, with you curled up beside me, your head in my lap. As I read, I’d lightly stroke your hair, rest my hand on your shoulder and hold you, brush the back of my hand gently over your cheek. I’d enjoy my quiet, relaxing Kitten, enjoy calming you and watching you settle after a long day.

After awhile, I’d set my book down and pull you to me and kiss you, my arms around you holding you against me. My hand would slip down your back to your waist, feel your bottom — and then I’d crush you against me in a long, tight hug.

Then I’d stand, Kitten, and carry you to bed, lay you on your back and undress you, and make love with you until you were close to coming, my hands moving over your body as I thrust deeply into you.

And everything else. My immediate want is to hold you, to tell you — with or without words — what to do and watch as you obey. But I want everything, every inch of your body, to make love with you every possible way. I want you to come with my cock in your mouth — again. I want you to come with my cock in your ass — again. I want to make love with you, to see you kneel, to thrust my cock smoothly and deeply into your throat — again, again, and again.

But, above all, I want to quietly command you. I want to bind you, this time without straps but simply with my domination of you and your desire to submit. I want to say “be still, Kitten” and know that you’ll lie curled silently against me, your head on my chest, your fingers resting on my arm or my stomach — to know that you’ll be still until I say “now take my cock in your mouth” and you instantly, wordlessly obey me.

Kitten, I found a long black hair tangled around my cock today. It pleased me.

Love,
YOUR Querido

Yes, Kitten. YOUR Querido.

And your Querido loves you.

I’ve stood behind you with my hand on your throat, speaking quietly but firmly to you. I’ve asked if you’re wet, and you said yes.

“Before I check, Kitten, take off your blouse and bra.”

With your back still to me, you undress quickly and obediently, dropping your shirt and bra on the corner of the bed. Then you stand quietly again, waiting for me to touch you.

“Put your hands behind your back, Kitten.”

Again, you obey, and you feel the strap loop around your wrists and draw tight as I fasten it. In a moment your hands are bound behind you. I move closer to you, and you feel my body pressed against your arms. My hand grasps your throat again, and my other hand slips into your pants, into your panties. I push your legs apart with one of mine, and my finger slips into you. You’re wet, and I take a moment to stroke you and slip my finger in and out of your tight wet pussy.

“Kitten, I’ve wanted your lips around my cock for days. We’re going to take our time today.” Then, more brusquely, in a demanding voice that you obey reflexively: “Kneel, Kitten.”

You kneel. I’ve positioned the pillow in front of you already, and you drop to your knees without even looking. I step around and stand in front of you and look at you, naked to the waist, your arms tied behind your back.

“Open your mouth, Kitten, and look at my cock.”

You can’t look at me, but you can look at my cock, and I watch you open your mouth and your eyes and lift your head enough to see my cock, now out of my pants and hard, just inches in front of you.

I put my hand in your hair and hold your head, my cock still two or three inches from your lips. I tighten my grip on your neck and you moan softly, your eyes close, your mouth begins to close. “Keep your mouth open, Kitten.” My fingers tighten quickly on your neck and you gasp and open your mouth again. I step closer, and as the tip of my cock touches your lips you lick my cock and lean forward as much as my tight grip on your neck will let you, and your lips close around the head of my cock.

“Good girl. That’s what I want, just like that. Take your time. Be calm, settle, breathe. Moan. I’m going to have my cock in your mouth for awhile now, until I’m ready to lay you on the bed and tie your legs apart and slowly fuck you while I use your vibrator on you. So take your time, suck my cock, swirl your tongue around it.

My hand strokes your hair, appreciating you, brushing along your neck and across your shoulder. I press my palm to your cheek, as you slowly rock back and forth, my cock sliding between your wet lips.

“You please me, Kitten. Suck my cock until I tell you to stop. That’s a good girl.”

And it’s a long time before I pick you up and lay you down, still bound, on the bed, and finish undressing you.

Kitten,

There are moments when the want is sudden, specific, urgent, and aching. This is one of those moments, come upon me without warning while I was going about routine business.

Suddenly, I wanted your lips around my cock. Just that: you kneeling, quietly, sitting back, your hands resting on your thighs, and your lips just circling the head of my cock. My hand is on the back of your head, your thick black hair wrapped around my fingers. I’m not thrusting into your throat, not challenging you at all — but watching you, moving slowly, savoring every moment of my cock in your warm wet mouth. Enjoying your obedience, Kitten, your wanton submission to my need.

Kneel, Kitten. Kneel, and look up at me — I’ll pull your head back so that you have to — and then look down and open your mouth, and wait for me to slowly thrust my cock between your lips. And then suck me, Kitten. Swirl your tongue slowly around the head. Moan, as you think about the things I’ll do to you after a few minutes — or after many minutes. Moan, and lean forward to take me deeper, and close your eyes more tightly, and feel the warmth and wetness between your legs as I prepare to pick you up and lay you down and have you every possible way.

Counting the hours. Counting the minutes, Kitten.

But now, while we count the hours … breathe. Breathe, and relax, and know that, soon, all your thoughts and will and need to act will melt away, and you’ll be my submissive, obedient Kitten, waiting quietly for me to tell you what to do, no control, no responsibility. No choices.

Love,
Your Sir

Kitten,

We like the same things. I read your list, all the things you like best. Perhaps I shouldn’t be surprised, anymore, how often the things you like are the things I like. But it’s true, over and over — and that includes the things that are hard for you, and hardest on you.

We will reach the day, Kitten, when I can just thrust my cock, over and over, into your throat. It won’t be hard and uncomfortable for you anymore. But, before we get to that, you’ll have many, many hours of choking and gagging on my cock. (And, of course, you’ll always have that, because I’ll keep pushing faster, harder, with less warning. Because I like to challenge you.)

I like you vulnerable, just as you like to be vulnerable. Soon, I’ll tie you, while you kneel and rest on your forearms on a padded bench. And I’ll stand behind you and slowly fuck your ass. And you’ll be unable to move at all, unable to pull away or push back toward me, unable to do anything except kneel with your bottom in the air while I slowly and thoroughly, utterly, fuck your ass.

I’ll put my cock in you every way, in every position, fast and slow and shallow and deep. I’ll take you endlessly. But more than anything, Kitten, I’m going to command you. I’m going to tell you what to do, firmly, sometimes sternly. I’m going to tell you not to move, to be still or I’ll spank you. I’m going to tell you to take my cock in your mouth and keep it there, no matter what I do to you, or until you come. I’m going to tell you, suddenly, without warning, to suck my cock, to drop to your knees and take me in your mouth, or to put your head on my stomach and worship my cock. I won’t scold you, but I’ll command you. Sometimes, I’ll grab your hair and pull you down hard against me, while I say “suck my cock into your throat now, Kitten. All the way down. Do it now. Don’t stop until your lips are touching my body.”

Sometimes I’ll tell you to take off all your clothes and bend over and put your hands on the bed. And then I’ll spread your legs and spank you, or fuck you, or just touch you. Or I’ll make you wait, silently, obediently, while I tell you all the things I’ll do to you. And then I’ll check to see how wet you are. And I’ll keep talking to you, quietly, explicitly, until you’re as wet as I want you.

And then I’ll put my cock in your mouth and press your vibrator to your pussy and make you come, with my cock deep in your throat.

And soon, Kitten, I’ll make love to you while you lay on your back, your vibrator pressed against your clitoris. I’ll fuck you slowly, deeply, rhythmically, until you come. And, as you come, I’ll come too, deep inside you, so deep it hurts and you can’t breathe. And your orgasm will go on and on, as I hold myself so deep inside you.

Counting the hours, Kitten.

YOUR
Querido

[ Tonight, Kitten, earlier is probably better than later. – Querido]

You’re standing in my room, dressed as I told you to be: naked except for your black panties. I’m standing behind you, my hand on your throat. I’m moving slowly, deliberately, and my grip is firm. You feel my desire in the tension of my fingers on your throat and on your hip. You moan softly as I speak to you.

“Kitten, listen to me.” I speak calmly, quietly, but my voice is matter-of-fact, not sweet and gentle. “This is what we’re going to do today. You’re going to lie down on the bed, on your back, still wearing your panties. You’re going to reach up and hold on to the bars at the head of the bed, hold on and not let go. You mustn’t let go; I’ll spank you if you do. Do you understand, Kitten?”

“Yes, Sir. Don’t let go.”

“Good girl. You’ll lie on your back, holding on to the bed. You’ll spread your legs. And you’ll wait for me. You’ll wait as long as it takes.”

“Yes, Sir. But not too long, Sir?”

“As long as I keep you waiting, Kitten.”

“Yes, Sir.”

“When I come in, I’m going to touch you through your panties. I want your panties to be wet, Kitten. I want you very wet. I want your pussy dripping, Kitten, the wetness running down between your legs. Are you wet now, Kitten?”

“Yes, Sir.”

“Let me see.” Keeping my hand on your throat, I slip the other into your panties and spread your lips, drawing one finger along you until I reach your clitoris. You’re wet, always wet, wonderfully wet.

“Yes, Kitten. You’re wet. You’re a good girl, to stay so wet for me.”

“Thank you, Sir.”

“When I come to you in the bed, Kitten, I’m going to pull your panties down. And then I’m going to slip two fingers into you and slowly fuck you with my fingers. Slowly, but deeply. I’m going to take my time, slowly slipping my fingers in and out of you. And then, Kitten, I’m going to take your vibrator, and I’m going to use it on you. I’m going to hold it against your pussy, against your clitoris, for a long time.

“Kitten, while I’m doing that, I’m going to kneel over you, my knees on either side of you, so that my cock is just above your head. And you’ll take my cock in your mouth, Kitten, and suck on it while I use the vibrator on you. I won’t choke you, and I won’t thrust into your throat. I’ll do that later, but not when I’m over you, not this time. I don’t want you to be distracted by thoughts of choking or gagging. So I’m not going to thrust my cock into your throat. But I want you to keep it in your mouth. Do you understand, Kitten?”

“Yes, Sir.”

“Tell me.”

“I’ll keep your cock in my mouth, Sir.”

“And your hands?”

“I’ll hold the bed, Sir. I won’t let go.”

“Good girl. And I’ll use the vibrator on you. You’ll keep your legs apart, and you’ll hold on to the bed, and you’ll suck my cock, swirl your tongue around the head, but not take it too deeply in your mouth. Just keep your lips around it, and suck on it. And we’re going to do this until you come, or until I decide that it’s time to fuck you for awhile. But I can tell you now, Kitten, that you’re going to be there a long time, lying on your back with my cock in your mouth and the vibrator on your pussy. It’s going to seem endless. Because I want to feel you moaning and crying out around my cock. I want to watch your legs tremble. I want to make your pussy swollen, your clitoris tender. When I finally fuck you, I want you exhausted and sensitive and wet and ready for me. Do you understand, Kitten?”

“Yes, Sir.”

“Good. You’re a good girl, and you please me. Now kneel for me.”

You obey instantly, and I take your hair tightly in my hand.

Kitten,

I was exhausted last night. But I woke knowing just what I want to do to you. I see it as another of those frozen moments. You’re on your stomach, tied to the cushion, and I’m standing in front of you. I have your hair wrapped tightly around my hand. I’m pulling your head up, and my cock is thrusting into your throat. I’ve been doing this long enough that there are tears running down your face, my cock is wet and dripping from you saliva, and you’re obviously exhausted, surrendered to it.

I’ll write more today, Kitten, but right now I’m hard–very hard–imagining this. Remembering, really.

Love,
Sir

Kitten,

I am missing you tonight–too much so to even tell you what I want to do with you right now.

Anyway, we already did it.

Most of it. Much of it.

Your
Querido

My Dear Kitten,

It pleases me that the things I like best are the things that you like best–pleases me, delights me, and surprises me. But that’s good, as I’m going to do the things I like best, and it’s nice that you like them too.

So let me tell you about next time, Kitten.

I’m going to tie you to that big leather cushion. Unlike last time, I’ll position you more forward, so that your head is at the end of the cushion. I’m going to push your legs forward, so that your knees are bent. I’m going to pull your arms back alongside the cushion. I’m going to tie your wrists to your legs, so that you can’t bring your arms forward, and you can’t straighten your legs.

You’ll be comfortable, resting on your stomach on the cushion. Your can turn your head and rest you cheek against it.

Until I stand by the bed and grab your hair and lift your head and thrust my cock into your throat. I’m going to do a lot of that. I won’t hurt you, but I’m going to challenge you, going to take you to that place where there’s nothing but my cock and your throat and breathing, gasping, gagging, swallowing. Surrendering, and breathing, and my cock in your throat.

When you need a break–and you will, Kitten–I’ll pause and spank you, and touch you. I’ll slip my fingers into your pussy, and slowly work a toy into your ass. I’ll enjoy your vulnerability, your pretty ass lifted up and waiting for me.

I’ll fuck your throat some more, slowly, deeply, relentlessly. Over and over, you’ll hear me say “again, Kitten,” and then feel my cock in your throat again. You’ll wait for me to pull it back, and moan and gasp for breath for just a moment before I thrust my cock back in.

Finally, after I’ve exhausted you that way, I’ll kneel behind you and fuck your ass. I’ll go slowly, carefully, but not too gently. You’ll still be tied, still helpless and vulnerable. And it will go on and on. Again, you’ll just surrender to it, knowing there’s nothing you can do except lie there in complete submission, waiting for me to finish.

We’ll do other things, too. Everything. But, most of the time, you’ll be my helpless, tied, captive Kitten, and I’ll use your body for my pleasure, and to excess.

Sir

Kitten,

I’ve read your most recent comment three times, and loved it each time. I can’t tell you how much you please me, and how much it pleases me that you enjoy what we do so much.

I’m glad you’re proud that you could take me all the way down your throat so many times. I was surprised and delighted, Kitten, that you could. I really do think we’ll reach a point, and soon, when I can thrust my cock into your throat without warning or preparation. And I’ll like that, because I envision you tied up and blindfolded, not knowing when I’m about to lift your head and thrust my cock into your throat, or yank you back against me and drive it into your pussy.

Right now, as I write this, I’m hard again. I’m thinking of you tied on top of the “cushion,” hugging that heavy leather cylinder with your body, while I stand in front of you and grab your hair and lift your head up and thrust my cock into your throat. I could do that for an hour, Kitten. Eventually I will, because I really do want to bring you to the point where it’s too much, where my cock is thrusting so deep and so often that you don’t really know what’s happening, don’t even know if you’re consenting or being forced to take me in your mouth–where everything is a blur to you except the need to obey, and to suck, and to swallow, and to breathe.

I love it all, all the things we’re doing. One of my very favorite things, Kitten, is for you to come with my cock in your mouth. I like telling you that you have to keep it in your mouth until you come, that you can do anything you want except take my cock out of your mouth. I like pushing your head down on me as you’re getting close, feeling your throat around my cock as you’re beginning to cry out. And then after, when you begin to collapse, I love the way you lie so meekly on me, my cock still in your mouth, sucking slowly as your body settles against mine.

I want more. I want it all again, and more: to spend more time, to be more forceful, to spank you harder and fuck you longer and command you more aggressively.

All day, when I remembered you in your sexy little bra and panties, dropping to your knees and taking out my cock, waiting for me to tell you to worship it, to lavish attention on it–each time, I wanted to call you to me, and to stand behind you with my hand on your throat and tell you that that’s what I want, that it’s all I want, and I want it now, and I want it to go on and on. Kneel, Kitten. Take out my cock. Worship my cock, treat it like pleasing me is the only thing in the world. Please me, Kitten.

God but you please me.

Love,
YOUR Querido

Kitten,

I talk often of wanting to choke you with my cock, make you gag, things like that. What I want though, really, is to fuck your throat, to thrust deep and fast, again and again, while I hold your head still and you just kneel or lie there and accept my cock.

We’re going to reach that point, Kitten. We’ll learn just what positions make it easiest for you to take my cock all the way down your throat. We’ll learn what rhythm allows you to take me that way over and over. And, eventually, you’ll be able to lie on your back on the bed, your head hanging off the edge, while I thrust my cock in and out of your throat, just as I do your pussy and your ass. Or perhaps you’ll be on your hands and knees, and I’ll kneel in front of you. Or maybe you’ll kneel and I’ll stand. Whatever we do, it’ll become second nature to you to have the whole length of my cock slipping in and out of your throat, filling you while you relax and tip your head back and breathe between my thrusts.

And then, Kitten, I’ll be able to fuck your throat as readily as I do your pussy–and I will. I will every time we’re together, my hand tangled in your hair, pulling you against me as I look down and watch my cock slide between your lips. We’ll get to that point.

But first, Kitten, you’ll kneel for me. Always, the first thing you’ll do is kneel for me. And soon–very soon now–you’ll kneel again. I can hardly wait, Kitten.

Love,
YOUR Querido

[ on by 9:00pm ]

Kitten,

Expect too much, next time. You’ll be tied to the cushion, on your stomach, and I’ll have time to do things to you. And I’m going to do things to you. You’ll be safe, but it will be too much.

Get some rest, Kitten. You were wonderful: wonderfully eager and wonderfully satisfying. Now rest, for next time.

YOUR
Very demanding
Querido

Kitten,

Yes, you’re right, I don’t mind choking you with my cock, making you gag and cough. I know it was a challenge for you, particularly when I held your neck so tightly and drove my cock so deep into you. I know you like it, I know it’s a little frightening and intense as well, and I know you’re sore afterwards from my hard cock thrusting into your throat.

And, yes, you’re right: I do like it when it’s difficult for you. I like taking that liberty with you, demanding a hard and uncomfortable thing from you. I like–no, I love–that you submit to my demands, that you give me what you know I want, and that you feel proud when you do it, no matter how difficult it is.

There will be days, Kitten, when it’s much harder than that. There will be days when I really do thrust until you almost beg me to pause, and you pull your head back and gasp and cough and swallow and try to catch your breath. And I’ll wait a moment, long enough for you to safely breathe, and then I won’t be gentle with you. I’ll say “again, Kitten,” and tighten my grip on your neck, and push you down on my big, hard, wet cock. And it will go on and on, until you hardly know where you are or what you’re doing, just that, when I say “again, Kitten,” you know you have to breathe in and open your mouth and relax your throat and close your eyes tightly and just endure my cock thrusting into your throat. You’ll stop caring about anything except waiting for me to let you up again, and breathing before it starts again.

And when it’s all over, Kitten, you’ll press your face against my chest and cling to me, thankful that I’ve stopped, and I’ll hold you close and tell you how proud of you I am that you worked so hard and took so much for me. I won’t be sorry for the discomfort, I’ll just be pleased with you for having endured it.

You’ll come to think of those days, Kitten, as especially difficult, as days when your Querido is at his most demanding, when he forces himself on you–knowing, always, that you can stop it, stop it instantly, with a word or a gesture. (And you should know, Kitten, that I’ll never punish you or be disappointed in you if it’s too much for you, or if you’re too afraid. I need you to know that, because I have to trust you to stop me if it really is too much. My belief that you will do that is my license to demand so much of you. So stop me if you feel a need or strong desire, and I’ll hold you close and comfort you.)

There will be other days, Kitten, when I’m excessive in other ways. I know that I sometimes go too deep, fill you too much, when I’m making love to you. There will be days when I seem not to care, when I seem even to enjoy causing you the pain of my cock so deep inside you. On those days, I’ll watch you gasp and grimace and hold the sheets tightly in your hands, just waiting for it to end. There will be days when I spank you so hard it brings tears to your eyes, and you want me to stop but aren’t quite willing to admit defeat and ask me to.

There will be days that are simply too much. On those days, always, I’ll comfort you afterwards. I’ll let you curl up in my arms, curl up on my lap, and rock you slowly, stroke your hair, kiss you gently.

Most days, Kitten, it won’t be too much. It will be a lot; you’ll ache, your lips will be swollen, your throat sore. You’ll be red, and have marks where the bindings were tight on you, and small bruises. But it won’t be too much.

Oh, and yes, you’re right, of course: it really is for both of us. You know I enjoy dominating you, and I know you enjoy submitting, enjoy the feeling of control being taken from you, of surrendering your authority and being commanded. And we both enjoy the sex, the physical sensations and the feeling of being desired and of pleasing the other. Yes, it’s mutual–it’s all mutual. And that, my beloved Kitten, is what makes it all so wonderful.

Love,
YOUR Querido

Kitten,

Breathe. Imagine my arms around you, holding you still and safe and slowing you, calming you.

Breathe. Relax.

And get out your schedule and figure out what the week looks like now. We’ll adjust. Nothing is changed, merely delayed a little bit.

Love,
Your Querido

Ten. And already I feel myself breathing more slowly, becoming still and focused. Anticipating.

Kitten,

It won’t be long before you beg me to let you come. I’ll be devouring you, my lips pressed tightly against your pussy, my tongue circling your clitoris, two fingers thrust deeply into you–and you’ll moan and I’ll pause and say “Kitten, do you want to come now?” And you’ll say “yes Sir, please may I come now?” And I’ll thrust my fingers more deeply into you, and say to you “yes, Kitten. Spread your pussy for me, and come while I lick and devour you.” And you’ll reach down and open yourself for me, and I’ll press my mouth against you and thrust my fingers deep into you, and you’ll moan and cry out and grab my hair and pull me against you and come in great shuddering gasping waves.

That will happen soon enough. But there’s no hurry. Much sooner than that–very soon–you’ll come in my arms. I’ll lie on my back, and you’ll lie partially on top of me, on your right side, and my legs will hold yours apart. I’ll support you, my arm around you holding you close. Your face will be pressed into my neck, my hand on the back of your head holding you to me. You’ll use your vibrator, and as you do I’ll tell you the things I do, the things I will do to you in just a few minutes, just as soon as you come. You’ll know that everything I’m saying is true, that I really am going to do those things to you, no matter how outrageous sounding, no matter how difficult they’ll be for you. And the thought of it, the thought of surrendering so much to me, will make you very excited, and you’ll come loudly, your body shaking in my arms.

The most recent time we were together, Kitten, it was only for a few minutes–less than half an hour. You remember my fingers in you, my other hand under you, holding your ass, lifting you to me. You were near tears, Kitten, desperate to come if only we’d had time. We’ll have time soon, and what I do to you will be much more intense than that, and will go on and on and on. I’ll have you in tears, Kitten, or very close. And you’ll ache to come, you’ll beg me to let you come. And I will, because your orgasms excite me, and because I want you happy, exhausted, satisfied–and eager to give me everything I want. Everything. Every last little thing, however demanding, however challenging for you, however selfish of me.

You said you want to service my every want. I have an enormous number of wants, Kitten, and I want you to address them all. But I’ll tell you just what I want. All you have to do, my dear, beautiful, Kitten, is obey, and do what I tell you to do.

My obedient Kitten.

Love,
Sir

Kitten,

Good. That’s what I wanted to hear.

And that’s all I want, really: your complete, utter, wanton, endless surrender.

Love,
Sir

( 39 hours )

Kitten,

Expect this. Because, as I told you, I’m feeling like an animal. I’m feeling hard.

Love,
Sir

Expect to stand waiting for me, but not to have to wait too long. Because I want you, Kitten. I want you badly.

Expect me to stand behind you and hold your throat when I tell you what I’m going to demand of you. I’m going to demand a lot, Kitten. I want so much of you.

Before I order you to your knees, before I demand that of you, expect me to ask you, as I always do, “are you wet, Kitten?” And when you answer, expect to be pushed roughly back against the wall. Expect my hand in your hair, pulling your head back. Because that’s what’s going to happen: you’re going to be pushed, not too gently, against the wall, your legs pushed apart, your blouse unbuttoned or pulled up, your bra yanked down. I’m going to kiss you, hard, on the lips, and I’m going to pinch you, hard, on the nipples. I’m going to manhandle your breasts. I’m going to make you gasp and squirm and moan, Kitten.

And then I’m going to put my hand between your legs and see for myself how wet you are. I’m going to thrust my fingers into you, deep into you, lifting you up on your toes, pushing you hard against the wall. I’m going to thrust my fingers into you until your legs are weak and you’re gasping for breath.

Then, Kitten, expect to be spun around and pushed forward against the wall, your cheek pressed against it, my grip on your hair tight. Expect me to slip my hand into your pants and grab your ass, squeeze it hard, grasp your hip and press my body against you. You’ll know, at that moment, that I’m thinking of fucking you against the wall. And I probably will–but not yet.

You’ll feel the tension in me, Kitten. You know how tightly wound I can be, how intense I get: you felt it just recently. You’ll feel that, and you’ll wonder what I’m about to do to you, whether I’ll pull your pants down and spank you, or fuck you, or fuck your ass. You won’t know.

But I’ll tell you. After a moment, after I’ve held you hard against the wall and thought about what I want from you right now, I’ll pull you back from the wall. I’ll be more gentle now. I’ll pull you back against me, and I’ll speak softly to you, and I’ll tell you to turn around and kneel for me now. And you’ll know you’re safe, for a few more minutes. And you’ll know just what to do to please me.

And you’ll do it.

———-

Sixty-one now, Kitten.

Kitten,

Here are a few more thoughts on the topic of your submission, in response to your comments.

Yes, your happiness matters, however much I talk of it being all about what pleases me. As we discussed earlier, the dominance and submission (I like even typing that word, “submission.”) is a dimension of the relationship, but not the whole thing. The physical sexual aspect is critical, as is the emotion–the love.

I enjoy telling you what to do, but I really don’t want to tell you to bring me coffee, or to do any mundane thing. I want to command you in the context of sex and intimacy. I want to tell you to give your body to me in a variety of ways, to prepare it for me, to present it to me, to surrender it to me. My desire to command is profoundly sexual, though it will spill over into other domains on occasion.

Similarly, your pleasure is crucial. We both know that you can refuse to obey. Submission is a choice you’re making, and there would be no pleasure in it for me if I forced you to submit to me. I’m sure there are some who enjoy actually overpowering and forcing women, but I don’t: I want your willing submission. I want to receive from you the trust and respect that’s implied when you willingly put yourself under my control. And, because your willing submission is critical to me, I don’t want to ask of you things that you really don’t want to do. Rather, I want you to be rewarded for your submission, even if it’s sometimes uncomfortable, sometimes even painful.

If I didn’t know that you enjoy the pain and discomfort, I wouldn’t ask it of you. And, to be honest, I wouldn’t enjoy your submission as much. I don’t want to cause you pain and discomfort because I know you enjoy it. Rather, I want to cause you pain and discomfort, and, as I said earlier, the fact that you enjoy it makes you wonderfully right for me–makes what we do together so good.

Behind it all, Kitten, is love, real and deep affection. I’m sure many people would find that confusing. They’d have a hard time seeing the protectiveness I feel as I comfort you after having been rough with you, after having thrust too hard into your throat, or spanked you so much that it brought tears to your eyes. They wouldn’t understand the satisfaction, the sense of accomplishment, you feel when I’ve tied you up and fucked you so hard that you couldn’t breathe, that you wanted to cry out and ask me to slow down–but instead you endured it and got through it.

When I come deep in you, when you feel crushed under me and too filled by my cock deep inside you, when it all seems too much, but you know that you only have to last a little longer and you’ll be okay–I know that you feel proud, afterwards, for having given me everything I wanted. Proud, just as I’m proud and pleased with you.

Yes, I love you, and I wouldn’t want to do these things to you if I didn’t. I wouldn’t want to push you to your limits, then pull you close and make you feel better. I wouldn’t want to make you come again and again, with my cock deep inside your throat, your pussy, or your ass, and then wrap you in my arms and let you rest against me. My love for you is my license to demand so much of you. Your love for me is what makes it acceptable to give me all I want.

We both understand it, even though it does seem hard to explain.

Love,
Your Querido

Kitten,

I want things–not because they please you, not because they excite you, and not because you’re willing to give them to me. I want these things because the thought of demanding them from a woman and having her submit to me excites me greatly.

But the fact that they do please and excite you, and that you’re willing and eager to give them to me, makes you perfect for me.

What things do I want? I think you can guess many of them.

I want to thrust my cock into your throat. I don’t want it to be easy for you, I don’t want you to do it without effort. I want you to struggle to do it, to gasp and choke and fight to get my cock in your throat. And I want you to feel a sense of satisfaction and accomplishment–pride even–when you succeed. That’s incredibly exciting to me, that a woman would be proud of doing something so hard simply because to do so is an act of obedience to me.

I want to fuck your ass. Again, I know it’s hard for you, even painful. The physical pleasure is mostly mine. But, more, the pleasure of holding you down and doing something so wholly unreasonable to you, of putting you through the discomfort and the challenge of something so unnecessary and excessive–and having you surrender to me–is fantastic. It’s your eagerness to please me, to give me anything–even outrageous things–that excites me most, even more than the very real and significant physical pleasure.

I want to tie you up. It isn’t that I simply want to prevent you from moving: I can do that without tying you. It’s that I want you to allow it, and to be excited by the prospect of surrendering so much authority to me, of trusting me with control over your body.

Always, in everything we do, that aspect of surrender excites me. From the moment you’re alone with me, you’re vulnerable to me, vulnerable to being physically overwhelmed, to being violated and abused. Your eagerness to give me that much power, knowing that some of the things I’ll do to you will be difficult, even painful, thrills me.

And that’s a big part of what I want: I want to do things to you that are difficult for you, and painful, things that are exciting and pleasing to me but hard and challenging for you. I want your willingness, your eagerness. Your wantonness.

There’s a world of challenging things I want to do to you, Kitten, and that I will do to you.

Love,
Sir

Kitten,

I’m going to tell you some of what I’m going to do to you, and make you do for me, the next time you’re here.

You’ll kneel for me, of course. You’ll always kneel for me. But this time will be a little different. You’ll kneel with your back to the foot of my bed, and I’ll pull your arms out to the sides and tie your wrists to the bed. And then I’ll stand in front of you, Kitten, and put one hand in your hair and the other on my cock, and slowly fuck your throat. We’ll do that for a long time, pausing only for me to reach down and pinch your nipples or slip my fingers into you.

When you’re very wet, when you’re moaning softly as I guide my cock into your mouth, I’ll untie your right arm and give you your vibrator, and tell you to spread your thighs and make yourself come while you suck my cock. And you will, Kitten, even if it takes us a long time and you’re weak and shaking when it’s over.

Then, Kitten, I’ll untie you and pick you up, and carry you to the bed. And you’ll lie down on your stomach on the cushion, and I’ll tie your ankles to the bed, your legs wide, and put a strap around your waist and around the cushion so that you can hardly move at all. I’ll kneel in front of you and pull your head up and put my cock in your mouth. And while you suck my cock, I’ll reach down and touch you, run my hand over your ass, slip two fingers into you and get you ready.

Because I’m going to kneel between your legs and fuck your ass, Kitten, while you’re tied up and helpless. I’m going to slowly drive my big cock deep into you, my hands tight on your hips, pulling you against me. I’m going to take my time doing it, starting very slowly and spending a long time thrusting in and out, gradually going deeper, until, when I say “Kitten, do you want it deeper?” you say “yes, Sir. Fuck me deeper, please. Fuck my ass.” And then I’ll slowly push my cock all the way into you, so you can hardly breathe, and you just moan and grip the sheets tightly in your hands.

At some point–you almost won’t notice–I’ll untie your ankles and unfasten the strap around you. And then I’ll pull you off of the cushion, and grab your hips and lift them so you’re kneeling on the bed, your shoulders pressed to the sheets. And I’ll tell you to come again, to come with my cock in your ass. I’ll give you your vibrator, and you’ll do as you’re told, and hold it against your clitoris and cry out and come shaking and moaning.

Then I’ll let you rest for a little while, Kitten. I’ll let you recover, curled up against me, my arm around you. And after you’ve recovered enough, I’ll tell you to lay your head on my stomach and take my cock in your mouth again, and just rest there with it, sucking it slowly. And you’ll do that until I have to be inside you again. It always happens, while you’re sucking my cock like that, that I suddenly know that I have to have you, have to thrust my cock deep into you.

And, finally, when that time comes, Kitten, I’m going to flip you on to your back and make love with you, make love slowly and deeply and for a long time, until I come deep inside you, my arms around you, your face against my neck.

I’m counting the days, Kitten.

Your
Querido

We’re sitting together on the couch. We’ve been talking and enjoying a drink together, you curled up beside me, leaning against me. But now it’s time to go to bed.

“Go to the bedroom, Kitten, and take off your clothes. Take off everything except the black lace panties you’re wearing. And then slip on that little black camisole I’ve put out for you. And then get into bed.”

“Yes, Sir” you reply, sweetly, obediently. You stand and head for the bedroom, and I enjoy the view, as I always do, of your trim body crossing the room.

I put away a few things, turn off the lights, and join you in the bedroom. You’re beautiful lying on big white bed in your sheer black outfit. I take off my shirt and pants, and lay down on the bed beside you. You put your head on my chest and I put my arm around you and stroke your hair. You wait for me to tell you what to do.

“Kitten, I want you to rest your cheek on my stomach, and take my cock in your mouth, and suck me. Start off easy, Kitten. Don’t take me too deeply at first. Slowly work up. We’re going to be at it quite a while tonight, so just take your time.”

You slide down my body, your head now resting on my stomach, and reach in and pull out my hard cock. You run your tongue over the tip, and then close your lips around the head. I can’t see what you’re doing, but I rest my hand on your head and follow your movements, not pushing, just letting you know that my hand is on you, and that I could push you down on my cock if I wanted to.

You moan softly when my hand slips to your neck and tightens, and I hold you still for a moment and thrust my cock slightly into your mouth.

“Kitten, that’s so good. Go a little deeper now. I want you to take it all. Breathe, and work on taking me deeper.”

You obey–you always obey. I love you for that, my little one. You obey, and I feel my cock slip over your tongue, your lips engulf the shaft. I feel your throat tight around me for just a moment, and then you back away and swallow. That’s good, that’s what I want. I want you to take your time, to slowly work my cock deeper into your throat until you aren’t gagging when I fill you.

You’re being so good, Kitten, working so hard to take my cock into your throat without choking. We both know you can take all of me, you’ve done it before. Now we’re working to make it easier. Someday, Kitten, you’ll take my cock all the way down your throat whenever I want. I’m proud of you for trying so hard–proud, and excited.

You rest for a few moments, never taking my cock from your mouth. You know how excited I am, can tell by the size of my cock, and by how hard I am. My fingers tighten on your neck, pushing you forward a little, and you know that I’m close to taking over and thrusting deep into your throat. You knew this would happen, because it always does: no matter how much I say I want it to be easy for you, I always give in to the temptation to fuck your throat, to thrust hard and choke you and hold your head down and drive my cock in and out of your throat so you can’t breathe.

You feel it coming, and you take a deep breathe and take me deep, and your lips are against your body and my cock is deep in your throat, swelling, throbbing, and you know I’m coming now. My grip on your neck is strong, you can’t pull back now. You hold your hand above my leg, ready to slap your palm against me in our signal that it’s too much, but you wait: I’ve always let you go in time, and you aren’t desperate yet. And you know I’m coming.

I do, my cock pulsing and throbbing in your throat. I pull back slightly, you feel me in your mouth, filling you, and you swallow as fast as you can, your tongue swirling around my cock, unconsciously moaning with your own excitement as I groan and my body shakes from the tension.

After a little while, I pull you up to me and hold you close. Sometimes I’m greedy.

I love my Kitten.

Sir

Kitten,

Always, when we’re together, you’ll kneel for me after I’ve told you what I’m going to demand of you. You’ve done that today, and I’ve watched you slowly slide your lips down the length of my cock, struggle to take it all in, and gasp when I pull back to let you breathe. I’ve tangled my fingers in your hair and held you hard against me, forcing my cock into your throat. And you’ve been a good girl, doing everything without complaining, trying so hard to swallow all of me.

Now you stand naked near the bed; I’m standing, shirtless, behind you. I want to touch your pussy, want to explore you with my fingers, and I want to take you standing by the bed.

My hand is on your throat, and I’m holding you back against me. I reach around your body and slip my hand between your legs, cupping the mound of your pussy. Two fingers spread your lips, my middle finger dipping into you to feel how wet you are, just as I did before I made you kneel.

But then I slip two fingers into you, slowly, deeply, and lift you slightly, so that you have to rise up on your toes just a little. My fingers move in you, thrusting gently but firmly, and you feel your knees suddenly weaken from the sensation. You reach down and hold my arm where it crosses your body, clinging to me for support.

I turn you toward the bed and push your shoulders down, and you put out your arms and catch yourself with your hands on the bed. You’re bent at the waist now, with me standing beside you. I put one hand on the back of your neck, holding you still. I run the other slowly down your naked back, enjoying your smooth, slender body. Then I reach behind you and between your legs, spreading your thighs just a little, and slip two fingers back into your pussy. I’m not as gentle now, my fingers plunging deeper into you, thrusting more insistently, sometimes coming out and spreading your lips, circling your clitoris, pinching your labia before slipping back into you.

I’m fucking you with my fingers, holding you down with my hand tightly gripping your neck. You feel me push you down harder, driving your shoulders down to the bed, and you bend your arms and slowly yield to me, until your cheek is pressed against the bed and my hand on your neck holds you down firmly. My fingers are thrusting fast and deep into you now, touching you in sensitive places, making your gasp. My palm slaps against your bottom with each thrust of my hand. I pause every now and then to run my fingers lightly over your clitoris, enjoying the softness of your pussy, the smooth skin, touching you everywhere before thrusting hard back into you.

You don’t know what I’ll do next, whether I’ll tell you to come while I do this, or I’ll stand behind you and fuck your pussy or your ass, or push you back on to your knees to thrust deep into your throat again. You know I told you I was going to make you come with my cock in your throat, and that I’d tie your wrists and make you lie with your head on my stomach and my cock in your mouth. But you don’t know when that will happen, and what else we’ll do first.

And then I hand you your vibrator, and move behind you, and my legs roughly push yours wider, and you feel my hard cock press against your pussy.

“Come for me, Kitten.”

“Yes, Sir,” you answer, and I grasp your hips and thrust my cock deep into you as you touch the vibrator to yourself.

Counting the days, Kitten.

Your
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