Kitten,

I am in a mood to tell you what to do. As much as I enjoy the sex, as much as I enjoy your body naked beneath me as I touch you and look at you, still it’s commanding you that pleases me most — commanding you and watching you obey.

I want that. I crave that, your submission and obedience. It’s a kind of sex all by itself, watching you drop to your knees or obediently hold very still when I know you want to reach out to me. While our sex is often fast and hard, all deep pounding thrusts, the other things — the obedience things — are best taken slowly. I want to stand behind you, barely touching your almost naked body, as I breathe you in and slowly run my fingertips along your waist, over your hips, down your thigh. I want to hear you moaning softly with anticipation before my hand closes around your throat and you close your eyes and part your lips in surrender.

Slowly. That’s how I want you now, Kitten. I want to make you stand, your back to me, as my hands first cup, and then manhandle, your breasts; as my hand slips between your legs to feel your wetness; as I tip your head back and tell you, quietly but firmly, what I’m going to demand of you. And then, Kitten, I want you to drop slowly to your knees, and wait — patiently, eagerly, helplessly — while I take my time standing in front of you and taking out my cock, tangling my fingers in your hair, tipping back your head, and telling you to take me in your mouth.

I want to hold your head as I slowly fuck your mouth and throat for a long time, Kitten. And then, little one, I want to make you lie on your back on the bed, make you lie still, make you wait as I pull aside your panties and spread your lips and slip my fingers into you. I want to see you squirming but unwilling to move, because you want to be obedient.

When I take you, Kitten, my cock so slowly pressing into you, I want you to know what I’m imagining: that you’re on a table in a bar, that I’ve just shoved everything off of it on to the floor and pushed you down on your back on the table top, yanked your skirt up and your panties down, and that I’m fucking you in front of strangers — strangers who can’t stop staring at this sexy woman who is so eager to please her dominant man.

Later, I’ll roll you over on to your knees and tell you to lift your ass to me, Kitten, and very, very slowly thrust my cock into you, grasping your hips so that you can’t pull away. Then, Kitten, I’ll fuck you slowly and well, until the pain is pleasure and you come loudly, and it doesn’t end because I don’t stop thrusting into you.

Love,
YOUR Querido

[ Kitten, post-movie taxi duty until 10:45 or so. — Your Querido ]

Kitten,

I said it was time for something new. I think it is. I can think of several things I want to do to you, Kitten. Not all of them involve tying you up in new and extreme ways — though some do.

But what I want soon, Kitten, is to tie you to the cushion again, on your stomach, and take your ass while you’re helpless and completely unable to move. I enjoy it when you try to get away, when you grab the head of the bed and try to pull yourself away from my thrusting cock. But I’ll enjoy it just as much when you’re strapped tightly to the big, heavy leather cushion, exposed, vulnerable, immobile.

When I have you that way, Kitten, I’ll take my time. I’ll open you slowly, touch you, perhaps spank you. I’ll make you take me in your mouth while I hold your head very still. And then, little one, I’ll very slowly push my big, hard cock into your ass, inch by inch, my hand tangled in your hair pulling your head back and holding you tightly in place.

Soon, Kitten.

Love,
YOUR Brute

[ K, taxi from 9:30pm until 10:30pm, ish. Love, Q. ]

Kitten,

We’ll do all the things we do, but mostly we’ll make love. As wonderful as it was last time, there wasn’t enough lovemaking.

But, as I said, we will do everything.

Eagerly, Lustily,
Your Querido

“Kitten, listen to me.”

“Yes, Sir.”

You’re on the bed, on your hands and knees facing the edge of the bed where I’m standing. I look down at you as I slide my fingers along your neck, under your hair, and then lightly brush my knuckles against your cheek, appreciating how quietly and obediently you wait for me to continue.

“Kitten, it doesn’t matter to me how hard I am on you, or how uncomfortable I make you. What matters to me is that you submit and obey. You know, don’t you Kitten.”

“Yes, Sir.”

“Yes. I know you know it, because you always obey. You’re always wonderful, Kitten, wonderfully obedient. I love you for that, my dear little one.”

As I’m talking I unfasten my jeans and pull out my cock. I’m hard — big, and hard. My hand slips into your hair and pulls it together behind your head, grabs a handful of it and pulls back, lifting your face toward me.

“Take me in your mouth, Kitten.”

“Yes, Sir,” you answer, as my cock slips between your lips.

“Good girl. That’s right. I’m going to thrust into your throat, and I’m not going to warn you first, Kitten. Breathe when you can.”

You can’t answer, but you moan, and I push my cock deeper into your mouth. I run my other hand along your naked back, slide it toward your ass — and then grip your head tightly and push my cock into your throat. You gag for a moment, and then your lips are around the base of my cock as I hold you there, and you wait. You wait for me to let you breathe. I do, before you panic, before you have to struggle to get free.

“Good girl! That’s just what I want, Kitten” I say as you gasp for breathe. Then I suddenly thrust my cock into your throat again, catching you by surprise, and you know it’s going to be a long, hard few hours in bed with me, and that you’re going to end up sore and broken and exhausted.

And you surrender as I fuck your throat, over and over, without warning, my hand tight against the back of your head.

Soon, Kitten.

Love,
Sir

[ Kitten, it may be closer to 11:00 before the taxi duty ends. Your Querido ]

Kitten,

Missing you. Find me, any way, any time.

I had an unsettling encounter this morning — nothing serious, but unsettling nonetheless — and I want you near. Call if you can.

Your
Q

Kitten,

My want for you is an ache tonight. I’m counting the hours until I can possess you.

I don’t know, right now, if I will be rough with you. I do know that I’ll be completely, relentlessly, controlling. I’ll be as demanding as I ever am — more so than usual. I want your utter and abject submission. For a few hours, I want you to exist to yield to me, to obey me, and to please me. And, my darling Kitten, I won’t give you any choice but to surrender to me.

So come to me, Kitten. Kneel for me. Show me your devotion and obedience with your lips, mouth, and tongue. Forget everything except the feel of my cock in your mouth and my hand on your neck. Lie still on your back when I put you there, spread your legs when I tell you to, and grasp the sheets tightly as my cock opens you and fills you.

Be my obedient little Kitten, doing everything you’re told, enduring everything, knowing how much you’ll hurt later, but submitting to it now to please your demanding brute of a dom. Give yourself away completely, knowing that I’ll take care of you after, after I’ve made you shake and gasp and cry out — after I’ve broken you, my little one.

Fifteen, Kitten. And I’m aching for you.

Love,
Sir