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