Kitten,
What we have is very simple, really, but very rich. I think that’s because we’re being true to our respective natures: mine as a dominant man, and yours as a submissive woman. We aren’t merely a dom and a sub; that’s what we are but not all that we are. But everything, the physical pleasure, the emotional excitement, the deeper love and passion, all are made more vibrant and powerful because we’re being who and what we really are.
Your submission touches me deeply inside, stirs all sorts of primal and powerful urges–and also, Kitten, melts me. As calm and demanding and forceful as I am with you, the protectiveness and possessiveness and love I feel is as great. You know this, but it bears repeating, occasionally. I don’t want you to lose sight of that.
But your submission…. Kitten, however eager you get, however desperate, however distracted with thoughts of being together, know that I feel the same–and that my want becomes almost unbearable when I imagine saying that one thing to you: “kneel for me.”
You’ve used the word “spiritual” before. That’s what it is, for me, when I tell you to kneel and you obey. I want you never to kneel until I tell you to–and then always to kneel when I tell you to. Because telling you to kneel is my greatest, purest act of domination over you; you kneeling is your purest act of submission.
Everything else, whether tying you up, thrusting my cock deep into your pussy or your ass or your throat, spanking you until your bottom is red, pinching your nipples hard, throwing you back against the wall or down into the bed, telling you to undress and bring me your collar, all of that, every demand to which you accede, as wonderful as your submission is, as exciting as it all is, is secondary. Watching you drop to your knees when I tell you to, watching you press your face against my stomach, watching your open your mouth, hearing your moan as I put my hand in your hair and tip your head back before sliding my cock between your lips–these things transport me. When you try to look at me and fail, when your lips finally circle the head of my cock, it’s at that moment that I enter another world with you.
I crave every moment with you, enjoy every act of intimacy, can’t get enough of any of it. But you should know that it is when you kneel in submission to me, it is through that act, that everything becomes perfect for me.
Always kneel for me.
Love,
Sir
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