Kitten,

“Be still.” When I say that to you, Kitten, I’m not calming you. I’m telling you to hold still, warning you that, if you move, I’m going to grab you and put you where I want you. If I want to calm you, I’ll tell you to breathe, to relax, to slow down and settle. But when I tell you to be still, it’s because I’m about to do something to you, to take you in some way, and I want you to obediently wait for it.

“Kitten, lift your ass to me.” And when I tell you that, Kitten, you know exactly what I want. I want you to offer your pussy and your ass to me, to make yourself open to me, defenseless and vulnerable. Every time I tell you that, you know I’m going to use your vibrator on you, or thrust my cock into your pussy, or slowly drive it into your ass. Always, that’s what’s about to happen when I tell you to kneel on your hands and knees and lower your shoulders to the bed and raise your ass.

“Spread your legs for me. Wider.” I enjoyed that the other day, Kitten, when I told you to lie on your back and spread your legs for me. I always like it when you open yourself to me, when you surrender your body to me. I’ll often do that, tell you to put yourself in a vulnerable position, to put your hands behind your back so I can tie them, or to lie down on the bed with your legs apart so I can lie on top of you and take you.

Commanding you is a special pleasure, Kitten, quite apart from the sex itself. Watching you do what I tell you to do, knowing that I can be so demanding, verbally, that you’ll give in and do as you’re told even if you want to resist, pleases me greatly. Your submission excites me, and it makes me want to demand ever more of you, push you harder, take you longer and deeper, and enjoy your body even more.

I want you here. I want you here right now, so that I can please myself with your helpless naked body.

Soon, Kitten.

YOUR Querido wants you.