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