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