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