Kitten,

You’re sore, your lips are swollen, and you feel taken, used, possessed — owned. Your body aches, not from anticipation but from my rough handling of you.

That pleases me.

And I agree completely: the transition from domination to normal is perfectly comfortable. And it is a little incredible, isn’t it, that I can dominate you so thoroughly — ram my cock deep into your throat with no concern for your comfort; and pin you down with my hand on your back as I roughly fuck your ass, even though I know it hurts you and you’re bravely resisting asking me to stop — and then, just a little while later, be standing in the kitchen talking pleasantly with you about any number of things?

That was amazing, the way you endured me fucking your ass so hard. I know you were trying to pull away, and that’s why I grabbed you by the neck and pushed your face down into the bed. And why, a little later, I pressed you down on your stomach and held your body still as I took you so roughly. I wanted to come deep inside you, and nothing short of you using a safe word was going to stop me from having you this way. You didn’t stop me, and I did come deep in you, and it was fantastic.

When I fucked your mouth a little while later, thrusting my hard cock in and out so fast that you could barely breathe, I knew that I was exhausting you. I knew your lips and throat would be sore later. I knew you were gagging and choking as I kept ramming my cock into your throat. You were beautiful, and obedient, and you did exactly what I told you to do, sucking and swallowing and keeping my cock in your mouth after I came.

You are wonderful, Kitten. I couldn’t ask for a sexier or more submissive girl. I want you, again, now.

Love,
Sir

Kitten,

Listen to me.

You know, and you believe, that I like to control you. Even if you can’t empathize with it, as I can’t empathize with your desire to be restrained and to have your choices taken away, nonetheless you understand that it’s true, that I really do want to command you and make the decisions for you while you’re here.

What you can’t know, Kitten, is how very specific and intense is my desire to completely control you. Even now, something inside me stirs, and I feel myself shift into an aggressive, predatory mode, when I think of having absolute authority over you and your body. The anticipation makes me ache, and what I ache for is not simply to tell you to kneel, Kitten, and to worship my cock. I’ll tell you those things, and much more, but it’s more than your obedience I want. I want you not just obedient, not merely submissive, but helpless, completely surrendered to me.

And so I’m going to tie you, Kitten, and slowly, patiently, and relentlessly take your body for my pleasure. I’m going to leave you no freedom, no choices, no liberty at all: I’m going to own you and use you, do everything I want to you — and you know how very much I want to do to you. Before we finish this time, Kitten, you’ll feel utterly possessed. And you’ll beg me, Kitten — you will because I’ll tell you to — you’ll beg me to come in your mouth one more time, to choke you with my cock, to hold you down and fuck your throat until you can’t take any more. And I will.

Less than fifteen hours.

Sir

[ Update: 22 hours, Kitten. ~ Q. ]

Kitten,

I always sleep, and sleep well. You know that. But I’m awake right now, and I shouldn’t be. I’m awake, and there’s one thing on my mind, Kitten. And you know what it is.

I’m going to make you swallow my cock. I’m going to hold you so you have no choice, and slowly, deeply fuck your throat. I’m going to do it simply, thoroughly, roughly.

Goodnight, Kitten.

Love,
Sir

Kitten,

Yes, I have some idea — but still find it hard to believe.

It pleases me, Kitten. It pleases me greatly.

Come to me, soon. I’m going to take you apart, Kitten.

Sir

[ Update: Barely 36 hours now. That’s all. And all those books you like? You’ll live them, Kitten. Not just imagine them. ~ Q. ]

Kitten,

As of right now, just 43 hours. Not long. Practically forever.

But I’m still hoping for a moment together before then. And I’m still thinking exactly what I was thinking in my last post. I’m feeling selfish, greedy, demanding: I want to thrust into your throat, over and over, without regard for your comfort, and then hold your head down as I come in your mouth, and tell you what a good girl you are as you suck and swallow and keep your lips wrapped tightly around my cock.

I am beyond eager, Kitten.

Querido

Kitten,

I want you kneeling on the passenger seat, your head in my lap, my hand on the back of your neck holding you down, my cock moving steadily in and out of your throat. I want to hold you tightly in place and thrust slowly, rhythmically, firmly into your mouth, without pausing, so that you have to catch your breath between each deep thrust. I want to feel your lips around my shaft, my cock slipping over your tongue, and your throat tight around the head of my cock at the end of each upward thrust.

I want to say “good girl, yes, just like that” as I hold my cock with one hand and your neck with the other. I want to feel your hands on my thighs as you hold yourself up, your cheek pressed against my stomach, your hair spilling over my arm and across my lap. I want to fuck your mouth, Kitten, steadily, relentlessly, until finally with one last hard thrust I come deep in your throat, holding you down while your body writhes and you wait for me to pull out enough for you to moan and gasp and swallow.

I want to use you shamelessly for my pleasure, Kitten. And I will.

Sir

Kitten,

Rope. I’m going to acquire enough, this weekend, to tie you in various ways. We’ll start with you on your back, spread-eagle on my bed. We may not get beyond that the next time you’re here: I can imagine so many things I want to do with you restrained like that. And we’ll do them. All of them.

Torment.

I’m going to manhandle your breasts, Kitten. I’m going to pinch your nipples, run my tongue roughly over them until you’re moaning and can’t hold still. I’m going to run my hands over your body, from your neck to your thighs, touching you, possessing you.

I’m going to slowly stroke your clitoris while you lie helpless on the bed. I’m going to slip my fingers into you, slowly fucking you with one hand while I turn your head and press your cheek tightly against the bed. I’m going to touch you everywhere, explore you everywhere.

Then, Kitten, I’m going to take you. I’m going to thrust my hard cock into your pussy while I hold the vibrator against your clitoris, until finally you come, gasping and moaning and crying out.

And that, Kitten, will be just the beginning. It’s going to go on and on, as I take you in every possible way — and as you come with my cock in you. Everywhere.

Love,
Sir

Kitten,

I’m going to throw you around a little.

We have our rituals, of course. We’ll start with you standing, almost naked in your bra and panties, with my hand on your throat and your back to me, as we always do. You’ll know, from the tension in my arm and my slow, measured breathing, that I’m not feeling like being gentle with you. I won’t talk much, just breathe slowly, calmly behind you, before I have my way with you.

I’m going to hold your neck tightly, Kitten, and move slowly but firmly, irresistibly. I’ll handle your breasts roughly, mashing them under my hand. I’m going to do that until you’re moaning from both arousal and discomfort, and your nipples are hard and sore. I’ll pull your bra down to expose your breasts, so I can pinch your nipples hard. You’ll press your bottom back against me as my fingers dig into your hip, holding you tightly. And when I ask you “are you wet, Kitten?” you’ll answer “yes, Sir” and know it’s true. And then I’ll slip my hand into your panties, and push your legs apart roughly with mine, and thrust two fingers deep into you to feel just how wet you are.

Then, Kitten, I’ll pull you back against me, my hand grinding against your pussy with my fingers deep inside you, my other hand on your throat. I’ll pull you back, holding you tightly against me, and slowly, patiently tell you everything I’m going to do to you. And that’s everything, Kitten. It’s going to start with me ordering you to your knees, pushing you down, and thrusting my cock deep into your throat. I’ll hold your head with both hands, hold it still so you can’t move at all, and thrust, over and over, steadily, rhythmically, into your throat. You’ll have time to breathe between thrusts, but just barely.

It’s going to end much later, hours later, with my cock in your mouth, with you exhausted, near tears, gasping, surrendered to the endless reality of my cock thrusting into your throat while I hold your bound body down on the bed. By then, Kitten, you’ll have been tied spread-eagle on the bed and fucked hard. You’ll have been forced to come on your back and on your stomach, with my cock in your pussy and your ass. You’ll have been spanked, and bent in half and fucked hard from behind, and made to kneel on your hands and knees and take my cock every possible way. You’ll be sore everywhere, Kitten — your mouth and throat, your pussy, your ass, your breasts and nipples, your bottom.

You’re going to discover just what a brute this is that loves you so much, Kitten.

I’m very hard, right now, just thinking about it. Just anticipating it.

Come here, Kitten.

Sir

Kitten,

You said: “All I can think about is you pinning me down and doing things to all my different body parts.”

I’ve been thinking about that too, Kitten. I’ve been thinking of you tied spread-eagle on your back on my bed, your body oiled and glistening as I prepare to have my way with you. I think of holding the vibrator against your wet pussy, your labia pink and swollen from the seemingly endless stimulation. How long could you endure that, Kitten, before you had to come?

We’ll find out.

But first, before I use the vibrator on you, I’m going to make love to you like that. I’m going to take you while you’re tied helplessly on the bed, slowly driving my cock deep into you, over and over, changing the angle to touch you deep inside, everywhere. I’m going to take my time, Kitten: you’ll be sore before I finish making love, sore and sensitive and eager to come. And so the first time you come, Kitten, will be with my cock deep in your pussy, thrusting slowly, as I hold the vibrator against you. You’ll still be tied, still be helpless, and you’ll come pulling against the ropes and arching your back and crying out with the release.

Then, Kitten, while you’re still tied, and after I’ve knelt near you and thrust my cock between your lips, after I’ve manhandled your breasts and pinched your nipples, and after I’ve made you come again, this time with my cock deep in your throat — after all that, Kitten, I’ll put a pillow under your bottom to lift you up just a little. And then, my dear obedient little Kitten, while you’re still tied, still helpless, and now exhausted and aching and tender and sensitive, I’ll slowly drive my cock into your ass. I’ll enter you slowly, and I’ll ask you, as I always do when I fuck your ass, to tell me when it’s more pleasure than pain. Eventually you will, because eventually it always is. And then I’ll thrust deeper, and more firmly, until finally I’m thrusting into your ass just as I do when I’m making love to you.

You’ll moan, and gasp, and pull hard on the ropes. You’ll want to get away but I won’t let you.

But I will untie one hand, so that you can hold he vibrator against your pussy. I’ll untie your hand, and I’ll tell you to come with my cock in your ass, with me thrusting slowly, deeply, rhythmically into you, my hands tight around your waist, holding you down on the bed and pulling you to me with each thrust. You’ll hold the vibrator against your pussy, and when you come it will go on and on, as it always does when I’m thrusting into your ass.

Then, finally, after I’ve been in you everywhere and you’ve come with my cock in you everywhere, Kitten, then I’ll untie you and hold you close. Then, for a little while, you can relax against me, your sore body resting on my arm and your head against my chest. You can relax, little one, until I tell you that you have one more job to do, one more thing I need from you. “Now, Kitten.” And you’ll know what I want, and you’ll slide down in the bed until your head is resting on my stomach, and you’ll worship my cock, just as I told you to do. And, eventually, I’ll come with my cock deep in your throat, thrusting and coming and holding your head still so that you have no choice but to choke and gag and swallow while you lie writhing on the bed beside me.

It will be a rough day for you, my obedient and submissive little Kitten, and one you’ll remember.

Love,
Sir

Kitten,

I told you I was going to write about going for a drive with you, a fanciful piece about having you in my car. And I told you it would be a rare moment of fiction — and that I don’t write fiction unless I clearly identify it as such.

But I’m not going to write that tonight, because I don’t feel like writing fantasy. I want to tell you what I’m going to do to you. Yes, I’ll take you for a little drive soon. I’ll put my hand on your neck and hold you tightly, I’ll make you turn your eyes down and submit to me. I’ll manhandle your breasts, pinch your nipples, and push your thighs apart and press my hand against your pussy through your slacks. I’ll make you wet, and make you moan, and tell you the kinds of things I’m going to write here now.

That will all be real, not fiction. I’m not going to write, here, now, about tearing your clothes off and having you on the back seat, or laying you across the hood, or making you kneel on the passenger seat and lean across and take my cock in your throat. That would be fiction: I’m not going to do those things the next time I see you. I’m just going to dominate you, and enjoy the feel of your body in my hands, and press my lips to yours and breathe you in and appreciate you for a little while.

Having you, Kitten, taking you, ravishing you — all of that will happen where it always happens: in my bed. Soon. And that’s what I want to write to you about tonight. Because that’s what’s on my mind, Kitten: having you in my bedroom, and in my bed. And not just in my bed.

One of these days, soon, you’ll stand in the bedroom waiting for me. You’ll be wearing only your bra and panties. You’ll look down at the floor, your hands crossed in front of you. But, because I’m not in the room yet, you’ll keep glancing over at the padded bench, the small weight bench, that wasn’t in my bedroom the last time you were there. You’ll look at it, and you’ll look at the little pile of ropes coiled up on it, the soft white ropes that you’ve never seen before. And you’ll know just what it’s all for, the bench and the ropes.

You know some of what will happen. You know I’ll come in soon and stand behind you, hold you tightly so that you can’t move, as if you might think of pulling away if I didn’t restrain you. (I know you won’t, that you’ll obey me and stand still when I tell you to. But I enjoy physically restraining you as well.) You know I’ll hold your throat in my hand, run my other hand over your body. You know I’ll talk to you, tell you some of what’s coming. And you know you’ll kneel, kneel and take my cock in your mouth as far and for as long as I want to thrust it into you. That always happens, every time we’re together, and you know it will happen today.

And, by the time you’re kneeling, you’ll know what’s going to happen next, because I’ll have told you. You’ll know that I’m going to command you to kneel on the bench, on your knees and elbows. I’ll tie your arms to the bench, tightly; I’ll tie your legs to the bench with ropes around your ankles and your calves. You’ll be completely helpless, completely immobile: all you can do is raise and lower your head, and bend a little to push your ass back or forward.

You know I’m going to stand in front of you, put my hand under your chin, and lift your head. I’m going to slowly unfasten my pants, and slowly push my cock into your mouth. I’m going to tangle my hand in your hair and pull your head back, and thrust my cock deep into your throat, over and over, without warning. It’s going to be hard, and it’s going to go on for a long time, and you’ll be gasping and gagging before I’m done.

And then, Kitten, I’m going to stand behind you and slowly drive my hard cock into your pussy. I’m going to fuck you slowly, deeply, and for a long time. I’m going to grab your hips and pull you hard back against me, and you’ll kneel with your head resting on the bench, moaning with each hard thrust of my cock, gasping every time my body slams against your ass and rocks you against the ropes that hold you in place.

Eventually I’ll pause, and stand in front of you again, and ram my cock down your throat again, without warning, probably without any words at all. I’ll fuck your throat, and then I’ll fuck your pussy, back and forth, over and over. You’ll lose track, you won’t know how long it’ll go on or what will happen next. You’ll surrender to it, to the thrusting and pounding and choking, and wonder if we’re ever going to stop.

We will stop. I won’t thrust my cock into your ass while you’re tied to the bench. Not this time. I’ll untie you and take you to bed, and you’ll come with my cock in your throat. And then, Kitten, I’ll fuck your ass, and you’ll come again with my cock deep in you as you lie on your back on top of me. You’ll be tired by then, but I’ll hold you still, tightly against me, as I press the vibrator to your pussy and drive my cock slowly, relentlessly, deeper into you. I’ll tell you that I’ll fuck your ass until you come, Kitten, and I will. I won’t let you up, won’t let you move, won’t let you bring your legs together or pull away from my hard thrusting cock. You’ll just lie there, impaled on my cock, until finally you come with me thrusting slowly into you.

And finally, Kitten, you’ll come one more time, this time with me lying on top of you, making love with you. And then I’ll come, crushing you against me as I press my chest against yours and pull your head against my neck. I’ll come deep in you, loudly, my body tight from the intensity of it. And I’ll thrust too deeply, and it will hurt, and you’ll ache everywhere when we’re done.

And you’ll never stop me, even though you could with a word. Because you’re my submissive, obedient Kitten, and you know what I want.

Love,
Sir

You stand still, my hand resting on your throat. You can feel my thumb pressed lightly against your neck, my fingers curved and holding you, not tightly but still firmly. You feel my chest against your naked back, barely touching you. Your breathing quickens; mine slows. I speak to you, calmly, in a matter-of-fact tone, not gently but not harshly either.

“Kitten, you’re an adult, a competent and capable woman. Out there, out in the world, you’re independent, you make choices, you make decisions. You’re smart, good at what you do. I know that. I respect it, and I respect you.

“But here, Kitten, it’s different. Here, you don’t have any choices. You aren’t independent, you aren’t in control. I still respect you, but you don’t have any authority — not even over yourself. Here, Kitten, I tell you what to do, and you obey. And you know that, don’t you Kitten?”

“Yes, Sir.”

“Good. Because I want to do so much to you, Kitten, so many things. And I’m not going to ask your permission, or worry about what it is you’re wanting just now. You know I’ll please you, that I’ll excite you and please your body — you know that, don’t you Kitten?”

“Yes, Sir. I know you’ll please me.”

“Good. And you know that I’m really pleasing myself, and that everything I do to you I do because it excites me, because I like controlling your body and making you respond to me. When I tie you up, as I’m going to do in just a few minutes, and hold you down and thrust my cock into you, thrust too deep and too hard, I’m doing that because I want you to feel helpless and subdued. And when I hold the vibrator against your pussy, against your clitoris, for far too long, with my cock thrusting into your mouth, and you can’t stand it and you’re moaning and begging to come, and finally I let you come with my cock deep in your throat — Kitten, when you abandon everything and give your body completely over to me, at that moment you please me more than you can imagine. It’s that, Kitten, that I want. I want you helpless, overwhelmed. I want you to surrender. And you know that, don’t you Kitten?”

“Yes, Sir. You want me to surrender.”

“That’s right, Kitten. I’m going to make you surrender. I’m going to make you surrender today. Do you want that, Kitten?”

“Yes, Sir.”

“Good girl. Now kneel for me, Kitten.”

And as you sink to your knees, I slip my fingers into your hair and tighten my grip, and watch you open your mouth and reach up to unfasten my belt.

Love,
YOUR Querido

Kitten,

I haven’t been writing because we’ve been living — nothing I write is as good as what we do when we’re together. And I have been enjoying you, my dear loving Kitten, more than I can tell you.

I’m going to tell you, Kitten, what I want you to do for me.

I want you to walk in and melt into my arms, to press yourself against me and nuzzle your face in my neck. I want you to rest your body against mine as I slide my hand down your back and slip my fingers into the waist of your slacks; as I close my fingers on the back of your neck and pull you to me and hold you still.

I want you to kiss me while I inhale your scent, while I breathe in the fragrances I always associate with you, and that always delight me. I want you to press your breasts against my chest, to rock your hips against mine, and to surrender, for just a moment, to my embrace — before you surrender to everything else I’ll demand of you.

I want you to listen when I tell you to go to my room and undress, and to stand waiting quietly by the bed, wearing only your bra and panties — waiting until I come in and have my way with you. While you wait, Kitten, you can imagine all the things I might do. You can look at the pillow on the floor near the bed, and know that, as always, you’ll soon be kneeling on it and waiting for me to press my cock against your lips. You can look at the belts on the bed, and know that soon they’ll be fastened tightly about your wrists and ankles, binding you firmly. Or you can stand and look at the floor, knowing that I’ll take everything I want, and that you don’t have to worry or think about any of it — that all you have to do is obey.

I want you to make that small moan, Kitten, when I stand behind you and my fingertips just graze your body, just trace lightly along your hip. I want you to tense, your hands to move uncontrollably, as I firmly grasp your throat and tip your head back against my shoulder. I want you to whimper softly, helplessly, as I tighten my grip on your hip and tell you, slowly and quietly, what I’m going to do to your pussy, your ass, and your throat — how rough I’m going to be with you, how demanding and unreasonable.

And then, before all the other things I want you to do, Kitten, I want you to kneel. I’ll tell you so. I’ll say “kneel, Kitten. Now.” My tone will push you to your knees — I’ll rarely use my hands as well to drive you to the floor. And then I’ll step in front of you, stroke your hair, and tell you to worship my cock. You know what that means, Kitten, how different it is from simply taking me in your mouth. I want to watch you rub your face against it, to run your lips and your tongue along the length of it, to lavish attention on it. I want your wanton submission, your eager obedience. You know how much it pleases me, how much I love you for that surrender.

I want everything else too, Kitten, but what happens next depends on my urges and needs at that moment: you know the kinds of things I’ll want, but neither of us knows what exactly I’ll demand, or in what order, or how rough or gentle I’ll be. But you know it’s almost never only rough, and it’s almost never only gentle — and that you’re always sore afterwards.

Right now, Kitten, mostly rough. I don’t expect that to change before I see you again, my little one.

Love, and lust,
Sir

Kitten,

It was all wonderful — there isn’t any of it I wouldn’t do again, the first chance I had. I particularly enjoyed making you stand and undress after you knelt before my chair. I liked looking at your labia, already swollen and wet from or first few minutes together. I liked telling you to stand with your hands on the bed while I took you from behind.

And Kitten, I liked that you came with my cock in you every way — and that you came so often.

But mostly, Kitten, I liked the lovemaking. I liked holding you down with my body and slipping my hand behind you to tip you up to me. I liked your moans and your gasps, and how close you were to coming. I want more of that, as soon as we can have it.

Everything else, too, but especially the lovemaking.

Love,
YOUR Querido

Kitten,

Listen. Don’t speak, except — if anything — the two words you know I always want to hear. Don’t speak, but obey. Obey without hesitating. Obey enthusiastically.

Drop to your knees and worship my cock. Kneel before me, rub my hard cock on your face, run your lips along it, lick it from the base to the tip.

Look at me. Kitten, look at me. Good, good girl. That’s enough, that’s what I wanted, to see you looking up at me while your lips were wrapped around my cock. Now slide your hands — use both hands — slide your hands up and down my cock as you take it deeper into your mouth. Turn your hands a little as you do. Make my cock wet from your throat, let me feel your hands sliding along my hard shaft. I’ll move your hair from your face so I can watch you, so I can see your red nails and your red lips, and my cock thrusting smoothly, deeply into your mouth and throat.

You are beautiful, Kitten. I ache from it, sometimes, when I watch you like this: I want to watch you forever, I never want it to end.

Stand, Kitten. Put your arms around my neck and I’ll lift you, set you on the bed. I’m going to make love to you now. Spread your legs. Spread your arms and grasp the sheets tightly, because I’m going to take you fast and hard and deep, Kitten. It’ll be too much, but not for long. Be still, take a deep breath. Be still….

Kitten, I’m going to close my hand tightly on the back of your neck and pull you against me. My other hand on the small of your back, tipping you up to me so I can plunge even more deeply into you. You’ll feel my body grinding against you, pressing hard against your clitoris with each deep thrust. Moan, and gasp, and press your face into my shoulder, Kitten: I’m going to make love with you for a long time, rhythmically, steadily, relentlessly.

During a pause, while my cock is still deep in you, still hard, still filling you, I’m going to tell you what else I’m going to do to you today. I’ll tell you how I’m going to push my hard cock into your ass, and how I’ll pull you down on top of me, my arm around your body holding you against me as I thrust my cock into your ass and my fingers into your pussy. I’ll tell you how you’ll come, crying out, with my cock thrusting so steadily into you, over and over and over. How you’ll have my fingers in your pussy, my fingers in your mouth, and my legs holding yours wide as I fill you impossibly, achingly.

Counting the hours, Kitten. Counting the hours until I command you, and you surrender to me.

Love,
YOUR Querido

Kitten,

My mood varies. Sometimes I want to be rough with you, sometimes more generous and gentle.

Tonight, my darling Kitten, if you were here, would be very simple. I’d bind your wrists in front of you, and tie your ankles together. I’d lay you on your side, your head on my stomach. And then you’d spend about an hour with my cock in your mouth, my hand lightly stroking your hair, your back, your ass. Sometimes I’d slip two fingers into you and enjoy your warm wetness, and making you squirm.

Sometimes you’d feel my hand on the back of your head, pushing you down on to my cock. You’d have to hold your breath then as I slipped into your throat; hold it, and wait patiently for me to release you. I would, eventually, and you’d gasp and choke, your eyes watering. But then I’d leave you still for a little while, my cock just in your mouth, while you caught your breath and slowly sucked the head of my cock and relaxed again.

My mood right now, Kitten, is for that — for just exactly that.

But I know myself pretty well. After half an hour of that, I’d suddenly need — and it really would be need — to have my cock buried deep inside you. And so I’d roll you on to your back, and I’d untie your hands and feet, and I’d make love to you, my cock sinking deep into you as I pressed you under my weight. You’d gasp at the suddenness of it and I’d back out just a little to make it less painful. But only for a moment, and then I’d be thrusting quickly and deeply into you again. I wouldn’t let you pull away: when you tried, I’d put my hands on the bed above your shoulders so that you were trapped and unable to move away. And I’d pound into you, Kitten, in long, hard, deep strokes, endlessly, relentlessly, aggressively.

Pounding, Kitten. Making you squirm and cry out and moan. Making you dig your fingers into me and press your lips against my shoulder or my neck. And then my hand would be behind your neck, pulling you against me like a rag doll, holding you tightly against me. And my other hand would be behind your ass, lifting you up to me, tipping you up so I can thrust harder and deeper into you.

And I’m saying “I would” this and “I would” that.

I will. Very soon, Kitten, in mere hours, I will do those things to you. And you’ll moan and cry out and, a little later, come loudly with my cock deep inside you.

I can hardly wait. I think of little else, my beloved Kitten.

Love,
Sir

Kitten,

Good morning. I’m thinking of you.

Breathe, relax, and enjoy the day. Know you’re never far from my thoughts.

Love,
Sir

Kitten,

Every time has been wonderful, and I can’t honestly identify a part that’s the best part or my favorite part. I love every moment of it — but then I would, since I get to decide what we’ll do every moment of it.

I needed you to kneel for me. I needed to feel your lips pressed against my stomach, to see you open your mouth for me as I tangled my fingers in your hair. I’ve thought of it endlessly over the last several days — thought of it, and ached for it.

And your orgasms, Kitten. They excite me more than you can know, and I never tire of holding you, thrusting into you, and telling you what to do as you get close to coming. I wish you always came with my cock in you, in your mouth or your pussy or your ass.

But our lovemaking, my dear little Kitten, was particularly wonderful. I loved how it caught you by surprise when I entered you — I thought surely you knew what I was about to do, but perhaps you were still hazy from the orgasm you’d just had. It was beautiful, Kitten, the way you seemed lost in it, almost overwhelmed by the intensity. I almost pushed you to the edge of the bed so that your head hung over, just to see your body strained so delightfully. But I wanted to do all sorts of things to you then: push you on to your side, fold your legs up to your chest, push you to your stomach. And still, nothing seemed better than what we did, than just having you lying beneath me, your breasts pressed against me, my body driving yours into the bed.

Next time, Kitten, I’ll slowly drive my cock into your ass. I’ll have you on top of me, on your back, my fingers in your pussy, while you cry out with the intensity of it. But this time was perfect.

You were perfect.

I love you, Kitten.

YOUR Querido

[ Earlier is better than later, tonight, Kitten. ]

Thank you, Kitten.

And thank you for the note.

More here tonight

Love,
Querido

Kitten,

Your Querido is still feeling particularly dominant and aggressive. I want to do to you things that are probably more mainstream, more typical of the bondage realm. I’m not familiar with all the conventions and forms, as it isn’t a genre of erotica that ever attracted me before. Fortunately, I can make it up as I go, because I get to do whatever I want.

This is what I’m going to do to you, Kitten, after you’ve knelt by the bed and sucked my cock like the good and obedient Kitten you are.

I’m going to put a collar on your neck, and cuffs on your wrists.

I’m going to bind your hands behind your back.

I’m going to push you on to the bed, onto your knees, with your shoulders down and your ass up, your hands bound behind you. I’m going to loop a leather strap — a leash, Kitten — through the ring on your collar and tie it to the head of the bed.

And then I’m going to kneel behind you and fuck you, for a long time. I’m going to hold your bound wrists in my hand, pulling your arms toward me as I thrust deeply into your pussy. You’re going to be helpless, tied to the bed and bound so that you can’t use your arms to get free. All you could do, if you wanted to do it, would be to straighten your legs and drop to your knees. And, if you did, I’d push your legs far apart with mine and thrust my cock into your ass.

But I’m going to do that anyway.

And I’m going to make you come, Kitten, with your hands tied behind your back and my cock in your ass, while I hold the vibrator against your swollen pussy.

Your brute of a Querido wants you, wants to ravish you and leave you aching and exhausted. It’s been too long.

Soon, Kitten.

Love,
Sir

Kitten,

I’m wanting to have you very close, tonight. I feel an urge to restrain you and hold you against me as I have my way with you. All the ways of making love with you, penetrating you, taking you, that are on my mind right now involve my arms around you, my body holding yours down. I think, the next time we’re together, you’re going to experience a lot of this kind of control.

I imagine you on your back with me on top of you, my elbows pressed into the mattress on either side of you so that you can’t move. My legs hold yours apart, my feet are on yours so that you can’t move at all. I’m thrusting my cock slowly into you, over and over, kissing you as I do. All you can do is lie there and take it, your hands on my shoulders or my back or my arms.

I imagine you on your side, facing away from me, while I take you from behind. My arm is around your body, my hand on your throat, pulling you back against me; my other grasps your hip tightly. Your legs are between mine. You’re bent backward, helpless, locked in my grip, and all you can do is feel my big hard cock sliding relentlessly into you, in and out, over and over.

And, of course, I imagine you on your back on top of me, my cock deep in your ass, my arms around you holding you against me. You’re completely trapped, unable to lift yourself up or roll off of me or move at all. My legs are under yours, lifting yours into the air. I hold you tightly with my arms, and thrust my cock into you with my hips, and all you can do is gasp and moan and bite your lip and hope I won’t go too deep into you.

You’ll come that way, Kitten. And you’ll come with my cock in your mouth, on your hands and knees in front of me, your head pressed against my stomach. My arm around your shoulders will hold you tightly, my hand on the back of your head will push you down on my cock. Slowly, deeply, I’ll drive my cock into your throat, without warning, again and again. And I’ll tell you what I always tell you when we do that: “Come with my cock in your mouth, Kitten. Don’t take it out. Suck me until I tell you you can stop. I want you moaning around my cock when you come. Good girl, Kitten.”

And you will. You’ll come, and you’ll collapse against me, and you’ll keep sucking my cock until I either come in your throat or tell you you can stop, and tell you what a good girl you are, and hold you as you curl up and press yourself against me.

MY Kitten.

Love,
YOUR Querido

My Beloved Kitten,

You’ve been on my mind all day; I’ve taken every liberty with you, in my thoughts. Very soon, when we have time enough, I’m going to take every liberty with you in person, my dear obedient Kitten.

I’ll start when you walk in and I wrap my arms around you and kiss you, crush you to me, lift you a little off the floor. I’ll let my hands caress your back, slip down to your waist and up to your neck, close tightly on you and pull your hips and chest against me. I’ll enjoy the smell of your hair, the feel of your breasts against my chest, the pressure of your thighs against mine. I’ll hold you and kiss you for a long time, my little Kitten.

And then I’ll take you by the arms and step back from you, kiss you once on the lips, and turn you toward the bedroom. I’ll say “get comfortable, Kitten. Strip to your bra and panties and stand by the bed and wait for me. Relax. It’s going to be a long day for you.”

I’ll walk into the bedroom shirtless a little while later. You’ll hear me moving around, even as you stand obediently with your eyes downcast and your hands crossed in front of you, just as I’ve told you I want you. You’ll hear me move, and then you’ll feel my fingers against your hip, just above your panties. You’ll make that small, helpless moan you make the first time I touch you, and your hands will uncross and hang limply at your sides as they always do. You’ll feel my lips briefly touch your shoulder, and then my other hand grasping your throat as I tip you back against my naked chest.

My hands will slowly move over you, touching you everywhere I can easily reach while we’re standing. As I touch you, I’ll tell you about what I want from you tonight. And what I want, my darling Kitten, is to touch you everywhere, and to make you come with my cock and my fingers in you in every possible way.

“Kneel, Kitten.”

This moment, Kitten, I’d give so much to have you here, kneeling before me, your face pressed against my stomach as you breathe me in, before lowering your lips to me and obediently taking my cock in your throat. You know that no act of loving submission is greater than that, and that it’s always the first important thing I want from you.

And yet, Kitten, within minutes I’ll lift you up and hold you against me, kiss you hard and run my hands over your body. I want to touch you everywhere, and so I’ll pick you up and lay you in my bed.

For the next two or three hours, Kitten, I’ll touch you, and run my lips over your body, and thrust my fingers into you, and make you come with your vibrator as I fuck your throat. I’ll make you come while you’re on your hands and knees as I thrust into your pussy. And, my darling and obedient Kitten, you’ll lie on top of me, on your back, with my cock deep in your ass, your hands gripping my arm tightly as I slip two fingers into your pussy — and then you’ll use the vibrator while I slip two fingers into your throat as well, and you feel helpless and overwhelmed and too full with all the thrusting. You’ll come, and choke, and cry out as my cock moves slowly, steadily, deeply inside you.

And then, Kitten, as long as we have time together, I’ll be touching you, slowly sliding my hard cock into you, telling you what to do: “Worship my cock, Kitten. Make it everything to you, lick it and suck it and rub it on your face. Show me how much you want my cock.” And I’ll hold you down, and take your wrists in my hand, and spank you hard, until your bottom is bright red and you’re nearly in tears. I’ll be proud of you — I’ll tell you so. And I’ll gently kiss your neck as my hands run lightly over your body again, comforting you and calming you after all I’ve demanded and done to you.

Finally, Kitten, I’ll tell you what you know you’re going to hear. “Kitten, there’s one more thing you have to do. Lie on your back now, and get your vibrator.” And, even though you’ve come three times, you’ll know that I’m going to fuck your throat until I come, and that I want you to come as well. And so you’ll begin, though your pussy is swollen and tender — and you’ll discover, quickly, that you can and will come again. And when I come, shortly after you do, my cock will be in your throat, and you’ll be amazed that you can swallow so much as it throbs so deep in you, and that you hardly choke or gag.

Soon. No fiction.

Love,
Sir

Kitten,

You feel calmed and settled when I take you in hand, make you kneel, take away all of your choices and cause you a little pain and discomfort as I please myself with your body. I understand that. Because I feel very settled and at peace when I do those things to you, when I command you and possess you and make you surrender to me.

When I get busy, when I feel the pressure of so many details, I often want the simplicity of focusing on you to the exclusion of everything else. I feel it right now: I want to take you, feel your little body pinned beneath mine, hear your moans and gasps, and watch you wince as I thrust my cock too deeply into you. I want your simple, enthusiastic obedience, as you kneel on the bed and worship my cock with your hands and mouth.

Next time, it will have been too long, and I’ll be demanding and aggressive. Loving, but firm, even a little rough with you. You’ll be sore, after — for quite a long time after, I think. And I’ll enjoy every moment of it.

Love,
Your Querido