“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