Kitten,

Your obedience always pleases me, and never more than when I’m demanding difficult things of you.

I told you to kneel on the bed and lift your ass to me, and you did. I pushed your shoulders down, and you obediently knelt there, your ass tipped up to me, vulnerable to whatever I intended to do. You must have been afraid that I might ram my cock into your ass again, as I’d done earlier, instead of thrusting it deep into your pussy. But you didn’t try to escape, didn’t try to lift your shoulders from the bed or let your hips sink down.

Instead, you dutifully, obediently knelt there, waiting for me to do whatever I was going to do. Of course you knew you couldn’t get away, and that, if you struggled, I’d push you down and take you roughly, or tie you up and take my time with you. But you’d have submitted to my rough handling anyway, even if you thought you had a chance of escape, because you’re a good and obedient girl, and you give me everything I want.

You always, Kitten, give me everything I want. All the things I’ve demanded of you, all the ways I’ve had you, all the restraining and touching and thrusting hard into your pussy and ass and throat, all if it, you’ve given me without hesitation, without resistance. The only times you’ve tried to get away were when I was thrusting too deeply into you, and even then you simply squirmed a little, trying to make my thrusts less deep. It doesn’t work, of course: I grab your hips or your shoulders or your neck and pull you back toward me, and thrust all the deeper.

I know you’re sore now, your throat and labia and vagina and ass all aching from my cock thrusting so hard and relentlessly into you. And I know that you’ll submit again, kneel there or lie there and wait for me to take you however I want — waiting like a good, well-behaved Kitten as you grip the sheets tightly and close your eyes and prepare to be used for my pleasure.

Kitten, you please me greatly.

Love,
Sir