Kitten,

I say “gentle” sometimes when what I really mean is slow and controlling. I want to take you in a slow, very deliberate way — gentle, in that I’m not throwing you around and ramming my cock into your throat or your ass with hardly any warning, but still demanding and unyielding.

Here’s what’s going to happen, Kitten. After we’ve had our rituals, after I’ve held you and talked to you for a little while, and after you’ve knelt obediently and pleased me with your hands and your lips and tongue, after all that, my darling Kitten, I’ll lay you on the bed, on your back, naked. And then I’ll make love to you.

I’ll do it slowly, deliberately, but in a way that leaves you with no freedom of movement, no ability to pull away or escape. I’ll lie down on top of you, my chest against yours holding you in place. I’ll slip one arm under you and grip your ass firmly, tipping you up to me. I’ll put my other arm under your neck, pressing against your shoulder, holding you still. My legs will slowly push yours open as my cock sinks into you. I’ll take you with long, slow, relentless thrusts, and there will be nothing you can do except lie there and give your body to me.

At some point I’ll probably put my hand on your cheek and turn your head and hold you down against the bed, or grip your throat and hold you still. I’ll undoubtedly manhandle your breasts and nipples, grab your thigh and squeeze uncomfortably hard, and otherwise handle you firmly — but not quickly, and not roughly. I’m going to take my time with you, and everything I do will remind you that your body is mine to do with as I please, and that there’s nothing you can do to stop me from having my way with you.

We’ll do other things, too, of course. But I’m going to make love with you, thoroughly and well, and leave you feeling controlled and possessed — owned — and desired the whole time.

Love,
Sir