Kitten,

I want you.

I want to make you yield to me, to lay you down and make you open yourself and wait for me to take you. I want to demand your obedient surrender. I want to slowly, deliberately, make you take my cock deeply and in every possible way.

I want to say “worship my cock, Kitten,” and watch you wrap your hands around it, kiss it, rub it on your face, and show me that there’s nothing in the world that you want as much as the feel of my cock on your cheek, lips, tongue, and in your throat.

I want to thrust without warning, deep into your throat, so that you lift your hands as if to press them against my thighs — but stop yourself before you do, and wait for me to release you. I want to do that over and over, until you’re gasping and choking, your eyes watering, and I say “good girl, I know that’s hard. Again, Kitten,” and thrust again, deeply, and hold your head against me as my cock swells in your throat.

I want to tell you to roll on to your back and spread your legs, and watch you lie there obediently as I prepare to enter you. As I drive my cock slowly, relentlessly into you, you’ll try to slide up the bed to avoid me filling you so completely. You know I won’t let you, that I’ll grab your hips or your shoulders or your thighs and pull you back to me: I’m going to bury my cock in you, Kitten, and never let you pull away until I’m ready to release you.

And I want — you knew this was coming, Kitten — to tell you to get on your hands and knees, your ass in the air, and wait for my big cock to enter you, slowly, painful inch by inch, until finally the fullness of my cock sliding in and out of your ass changes from pain to pleasure and you begin to rock your body back against me. You’ll come like that, Kitten, my cock deep inside you, my fingers digging into your hips and holding you tightly against me.

I want it all, Kitten. And I’ll have it all, soon. And you’ll have nothing to do but obey, from the moment you arrive until when, much later, you depart. You’ll obey, or I’ll pick you up and lay you down and make you obey, but in any case I’ll have my way with you, slowly and relentlessly and utterly. And before we finish, Kitten, you’ll be exhausted, shaky, aching, sore, and needing to be held close and comforted after hours of hard use.

I’m going to be an awful brute. And I can hardly wait, Kitten.

Love,
Sir