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