[ K, Finished taxi duty by 10:15, I think. — Q. ]

Kitten,

I’m going to have you tied, restrained, open, helpless, while I take my time possessing you in every possible way. Slowly, roughly, relentlessly. Completely.

I’m going to do outrageous things to you, push you past your limits, and break you down.

Love,
Sir

[ K, Taxi duty until approximately 10:30, I estimate. — Q. ]

Kitten,

Work with that? Oh, Kitten, I’m going to work you over. I’ll take care of you, too. But I’m going to have my way with you, and it’s going to be thorough — as thorough as our time will allow.

Wanting,
Sir

Kitten,

I don’t want to use a lot of words right now. You know what I’m going to do to you when you get here: whatever I want, everything I want. You know it’s going to be uncomfortable, it’s going to hurt. You know you’ll be a little bit afraid, but that you’ll surrender anyway and accept that you’re overpowered and overwhelmed and that you don’t have any choice. And you know that, when it’s over, you’re going to be weak, and that you’ll be sore for days.

You know that I’m going to use your body, without hesitation, without restraint. I’m going to make you come, make you cry out, break you — and then make you lie before me with your mouth open while I fuck your throat until I come.

Finally, and only after I’ve possessed you, owned you, so completely, I’ll hold you close and let you settle, help you back, make you feel safe and protected and loved.

Forty-two hours.

Love,
Sir

My God, Kitten. That was beautiful.

Want.

Sir

Kitten,

Your Querido is feeling selfish.

What I want, my darling little one, is to sit back comfortably in my chair while you kneel, naked, between my legs, and suck my cock for hours.

I imagine your elbows resting on my legs, my fingers gliding through your hair. From time to time I slip my hand around your neck and hold you still, or take your head in both hands and slowly guide it up and down.

Sometimes I command you. “All the way down, Kitten. Now.” Then I thrust into your throat and hold you there, tightly, and you wait for me to let you up to breathe. While you wait, you hold your hands just above my legs, not touching me, knowing I’ll release you in time. Trusting me, depending on me, knowing you don’t have any choices — but knowing that I won’t keep my cock so deep for too long.

Usually, after I thrust into your throat like that, I give you a little rest. Sometimes I don’t. Sometimes I do it two or three times in a row, so that you barely have a chance to breathe between my deep thrusts. Then your eyes water, and you can’t swallow fast enough, and you gasp and gag when I pull my cock out of your throat. Finally I take it out of your mouth and rest it against your face, and you slide your cheek up and down the length of my hard cock, holding it against you, feeling it against your skin, before I thrust it back into your throat.

Always, I watch you. Always, when you take my cock in your mouth, I watch you. I watch your lips sliding down my cock, I hold your hair out of your face so that I can see you better. I look at your fingers curled around my shaft, holding it tightly, as your lips move wetly along. I tell you to look at me, knowing how hard it is for you, but you do: I meet your eyes for just a moment before you close them again and suck hard on my cock. And I push your head back down and hold it tightly, without warning, as you hold your breath and feel my cock in your throat.

Kitten, you’ll suck my cock with your hands tied in front of you, tied behind your back, tied to the bed. You’ll do it kneeling, sitting, standing bending over, on your hands and knees. In my car, in my bed, in my office. In a hotel room, for hours on end. Always, everywhere, every chance I have, I’ll make you kneel, I’ll take your chin in my hand and tell you to hope your mouth, to “look at me, Kitten. Open your mouth. Good girl.” And I’ll have you.

Love,
And Selfishly,
YOUR Querido

Kitten,

I’ve told you before, and it’s true: I love it when you come, particularly when I’m inside you.

I like the way you cry out and almost collapse as you’re coming, when I’m behind you and my cock is moving slowly inside you. I like the way you try to pull away from the intensity of it. I don’t let you, I grab your hips and hold you still so I can keep thrusting into you, grab your neck so you can’t move forward on the bed. And then, finally, when I let you collapse, let you stretch out your legs and lie down, I enjoy the way your little body shakes and shudders as you lie beside me, against me.

I was an awful brute. I was particularly hard on your throat as you were coming, insisting that you take my cock so deeply when you were right on the edge — and then not letting you stop even as you were coming. I enjoy your vulnerability at that moment, how weak and helpless you are. I like that you’re exhausted, that you can barely move and breathe, let alone take my cock in your throat again. But you do, my obedient little Kitten. You always do exactly what I tell you to do, no matter how hard, no matter how much I choke you, strain you, push you.

I do love my sweet, submissive Kitten.

YOUR
Querido

[ K., probably driving from 9:15pm to 10:30pm. — Q. ]

Kitten,

I could have watched you in the mirror for another hour. I should have. I will next time. I can’t describe how good it is to watch you serving me so devotedly, so completely.

I was a brute, Kitten, and I know it. And you were wonderfully obedient. You’re a good girl, and you always please me well. Even when you want to say no, even when you’re afraid, even when I insist on doing things to you that you know will hurt, or that will take a long time and strain you, even then you do what I tell you.

I feel fortunate, Kitten, to have found such a submissive and enthusiastic woman as you are.

Love,
Sir

Kitten,

Let me be very specific, because my need — and it is a need, and an aching need — is very specific: I need you to come to me and yield to me and obey me, to surrender yourself to me and give me everything I demand.

I need your submission.

My mind is filled with the image of you standing, nearly naked, and waiting for me, your eyes downcast, your hands clasped in front of you. I can’t stop thinking about you dropping to your knees, and of watching in the mirror as you lean forward and take my cock in your mouth, your back arched, your hands pressed against my thighs.

I hear you moaning as I tell you not to move, to spread your legs and lie perfectly still as I slowly thrust into you. I watch you, watch you struggle to keep your hands resting on the bed beside you, as I told you to do. Your lips are parted, and I imagine kneeling beside you, the head of my cock pressed against them. Soon, but not before I drive too long and too hard and too deep into you and make you wince and gasp and tighten your grip on the sheets as you endure the pain.

I need you, Kitten. I need to possess, command, own your little body.

Soon.

Love and lust and desire,
YOUR Querido

[ Kitten, you should be sleeping soundly now. Sleep on, while I think of you. — Querido ]

Kitten,

I know you don’t like waiting, but I like the thought of making you wait, and so I will.

I’ll stand with my hand on your throat, you naked except for your bra and panties. I’ll tell you what I have planned for you, Kitten: that I”m going to make you kneel naked on your pillow and touch yourself while I sit and watch you; that I’ll take my cock out and slowly stroke it while you kneel before me; and that I’ll watch as you obediently hold the vibrator against your pussy until you have your first orgasm of the day. I’ll tell you all those things while you stand almost naked in front of me, your back pressed against my chest. I’ll describe my hand between your legs, my fingers spreading your lips and feeling your wetness. I’ll tell you that, yes, I’m going to fuck your ass today — fuck it long and hard, making you come with my cock deep inside you so the orgasms rolls on and on.

Then we’ll do all those things. I’ll be tempted — you’ll know I’m tempted — to stand up when you get close to coming, and to stand in front of you and put my cock in your mouth so that you moan and gasp around it when you come. But I won’t: I’ll just watch you. I’ll watch as your legs shake, as your body shivers from the pleasure. Finally, when you come, when you cry out drop the vibrator and feel like collapsing on the floor — then, Kitten, I’ll stand and pick you up, and I’ll lay you down on the bed. I’ll hold you against me, your face against my chest, for just a few moments before I tell you to be still, not to move at all — and to spread your legs.

You’ll struggle to be still as I enter you. I’ll go slowly, so that you feel the head of my cock opening you, feel the shaft slowly sliding into you. You’ll be very still, because I told you to be still, and because you know that I’ll grab you and hold you down if you try to move or pull away. Even when I’m deep — too deep — inside you, you’ll bite your lip and grasp the covers and try to be silent, because you know that’s what I want and what I’ll insist on.

You’ll be still a long time, Kitten, as I slowly, rhythmically, relentlessly fuck you. My hand under your bottom will tip you up to me, my hand on your throat will remind you not to move, not to struggle, not to try to pull away from my too-deep thrusting. Just surrender to it, Kitten, as you’ll have to surrender to so much more before the day is don. As you’ll have to surrender to my cock in your ass, and in your throat, and thrusting fast in and out of your mouth, endlessly, so that you can barely breathe. Just surrender, do as you’re told, and know that I’m proud of you for being such a good girl.

Soon. Not soon enough, but soon. And inevitable.

Love,
Sir

Kitten,

I just read your comments.

God, but you please me! Want.

Love,
Sir

[ Kitten — Around until probably 11:00, and then doing the taxi thing for an hour or so. Earlier is better, tonight.  — Your Querido ]

My Kitten,

I’m not often left without words, but I am now. You were — and are — incredible. And you please me, my little one, more than I can tell you right now.

I miss you, but most of all I want to know you’re well tonight and that you didn’t crash. Tell me how you are. And find me if you can.

Love,
Sir

Kitten,

I’m going to take you in my arms and talk to you, kiss you, take your coat and warm your coffee.

I’m going to send you to my room.

I’m going to stand behind you, my hand on your throat, and appreciate the feel of you as my other hand slides down your body.

I’m going to tell you to undress.

I’m going to make you kneel and slowly, inch by inch, take my cock down your throat.

I’m going to lay you on your back on the bed and command you to be still — so very still — as I slowly enter you and make love to you a long time.

And, dear obedient little Kitten, after you’ve come with my cock in your pussy and my cock in your throat, after you’ve worshiped my cock beautifully, with wanton devotion, after you’ve spread your legs for me again so that I can make love to you a second time, a third time even — after all that, Kitten, I’ll say to you:

“On your hands and knees, Kitten.”

Then I’ll push your shoulders to the bed, my hand tight on the back of your neck, and hold you down as I slowly, relentlessly, inevitably take your ass. And you’ll come one more time, Kitten, with my cock deep inside you, your legs shaking, your body tense from the endless deep thrusting of my cock.

And after all that, Kitten, after you’re bruised and sore and aching and sweaty and exhausted, after all that you’ll still have one last thing to do for me, one last thing to do to please your Querido.

Love,
Sir

Kitten,

It’s been a long time since I’ve written here. Having you in real life is always best.

Next time, Kitten, I’m going to be thorough with you — thorough and relentless.

It’ll start with my hand on your throat as you stand before me, your back to me.

“Take off your clothes, Kitten, while I stand behind you and watch you. Everything except your bra and panties.”

I’ll wait for you to answer “yes, Sir,” and then release your throat and step back to watch you. When you’re almost naked, I’ll touch your body, breathe lightly on your neck, and then slip my hand around your throat again and tell you what I’m going to do to you.

“Reach back and feel how hard I am, Kitten.”

You’ll reach back and feel my cock through my jeans, feel how big and hard it is. You’ll think of how it will feel as you kneel and take it into your mouth and throat. You imagine me thrusting into you as I make love to you. You wonder if you’ll be able to take it when you’re on your hands and knees and I push your shoulders down and tell you to raise your ass for me. You wonder, but you know that I’ll make you take it, that I won’t stop no matter how uncomfortable or challenging it is — and that, eventually, the pain will turn to pleasure as I drive my cock deep into you.

You’ll think those things, and then you’ll hear me tell you to kneel, feel my hands on your shoulders pushing you down. And you’ll obey, and wait, almost naked, while I look at you and then finally step around and stand in front of you and tell you to take out my cock and put it in your mouth.

Later, a long time later, after you’ve come too many times, and worked so hard to take my cock in your throat again and again, and ached from my thrusting deep into your body, and been grabbed and pinched and knocked down and used hard and selfishly by your demanding Querido — after all that, Kitten, you’ll lie beside me, curled against me, shivering from the intensity of it all, your heart gradually slowing as you settle beside me.

I’m going to possess you, Kitten. Soon.

Love,
Sir