Kitten,

I often speak of slowly doing things to you. There’s a special aspect of domination in that, an additional amount of control implied by the ability to manhandle you in a leisurely fashion.

Often, when I talk about tying you up, I’m thinking of that specific thing, the freedom to take my time with you as I please myself with your body. I imagine, for example, tying your ankles to the foot of the bed, your legs spread wide, and then very slowly spreading your labia with my tongue, licking your pussy, slipping a finger into you as my lips close around your clitoris and my tongue moves so lightly over you. I imagine doing that for many minutes, making you moan and squirm and try (unsuccessfully) to back away from my relentless attention. I’ll probably do that to you on Tuesday.

But, before I tie you to the bed, I’m going to tell you to stand, fully dressed, waiting for me in the bedroom. I’m going to stand behind you, holding you against me, my hand on your throat, and tell you, quietly, what I’m going to do with you today. And then I’m going to sit on the chair and tell you to stand in front of me and undress, and watch you take off all of your clothes. I’ll touch you, run my fingers along your thigh, pat your bottom — and then make you kneel in front of me, naked, and take my cock in your mouth, slowly and for a long time.

Only after that, only after I’ve watched my shaft sliding between your lips, and after I’ve held your hair tightly in my hand and slowly moved your head up and down as I thrust into your throat, and after I’ve told you what a good girl you are and how pleased I am by everything you do — only after all that will I pull you to your feet and lay you on the bed, and make love with you, gently and lovingly.

And then, Kitten, I’ll tie you up, and begin doing to you the things that will leave your pussy and your ass throbbing and aching for the next few days, your lips numb, and your throat sore.

My darling little Kitten, I want you.

Love,
Sir