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