Kitten,

Let me tell you some of what’s going to happen the next time I have you here.

After I’ve taken your coat; after I’ve held you, looked at you, kissed you, and run my hands over your body; after I’ve welcomed you back after so long away; after all that I’ll give you the first of many instructions, orders, commands you’ll receive that day.

“Kitten, go get comfortable, and then go to my room, undress, and stand, naked, waiting for me. Now.”

You’ll do as you’re told, because you obey me, and I’ll walk in to my room a little while later to find you naked, eyes downcast, hands clasped in front of you. You’ll feel self-conscious, because I usually make you keep your bra and panties on, but I didn’t today. And I’ll take my time before I touch you, walking around you, standing close behind you, looking at you.

Then, finally, I’ll run one finger along your neck, down your shoulder, and then glide my hand down your back to your waist. I’ll grip your hip, not too tightly but firmly enough that you know I won’t let you get away. And you’ll moan and shiver just a little, as my other hand slips around your throat and holds you tightly.

I’ll talk to you, quietly, casually. I’ll tell you some of what’s coming, some of what I’m going to tell you here.

“Kitten, I’m going to be demanding today. I’m going to push you to your knees in just a moment, push you down and hold your head in my hand and drive my cock very slowly into your mouth — and deep into your throat. I’m going to take my time with you, directing you, holding your head tightly and giving you no control at all. I’m just going to take your mouth and throat, however I want: I’m going to use you that way for my pleasure, until I’m ready to lay you down and do other things to you.

“Kitten, all you have to do is breathe. That’s your job — your only job. You don’t even have to think about anything else.”

And that’s what will happen, Kitten, a few minutes later. By the time I’ve finished with you kneeling in front of me, your throat will already be growing sore, and you’ll still have hours of my cock in your mouth ahead of you.

I’ll lay you on the bed, on your back, and tell you to spread your legs. I’ll probably put a pillow under your hips, to tip you up to me just as I like you best. I’ll touch you, slide my fingers into you and slowly along your labia, around your clitoris, back into you. I’ll touch you with one hand while I hold you down by your throat with the other. At some point I’ll tell you to hold my cock in your hand, and you’ll do that. You’ll feel how big and hard I know, know how excited I am to be in you again. And you’ll worry, just a little, about how that big cock that’s already strained your throat is going to fit in your tight pussy, and about how much that’s going to hurt.

And then I’ll kneel between your legs, Kitten, and slowly, inch by inch, push my cock deep into you. You’ll feel the head enter your pussy, feel it spread your lips, feel me move in and out in small thrusts to cover my cock with your wetness before I drive it deeper into you. As I go deeper, I’ll lean forward until my face is near yours, until I can kiss you on the lips as my cock sinks deeper and deeper into you. My hand will tighten on the back of your neck, my other hand will press against the small of your back and hold you against me, and my thrusting will grow deeper and faster and firmer until I’m slamming my cock into your body with each long hard thrust.

We’ll do that for a long time, Kitten, and more than once. We’ll do everything else, too: you’ll worship my cock, and you’ll do it so very well, with such devotion and enthusiasm; and you’ll lie on your stomach while I thrust my big, hard cock slowly into your ass — and then lie on your back on top of me while I continue to fuck your ass and also slip two fingers into your pussy, filling you so intensely.

And you’ll come, Kitten. We’ll take time for that, too. You’ll come, and every time my cock will be in you, in your mouth or your pussy or your ass. You’ll come with long, drawn-out, crashing and exhausting orgasms. I might let you rest for a moment after you do, before I grab your neck tightly in my hand and push your head down on my stomach and tell you to “worship my cock again, Kitten.”

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Love,
Sir