She’s had a bit to drink, more than she normally does on a night out with the girls. Now she’s on the dance floor, her slim body swaying suggestively to the music. She looks great, and she feels sexy and attractive in her tight jeans.

Though she doesn’t feel them, she’s aware of the thin leather bracelet on her wrist, and the matching band around her neck. When she thinks of them, she feels her body growing warm.

He watches her. He always watches her, a quiet smile on his face and in his eyes. He notices the other women in the bar, appreciates them – he likes women. But there’s only one he watches, and he always knows where she is and who is near her.

Now he sees her lean toward one of her friends, one she loves, and say something to her over the noise of the band. The women kiss, holding each other briefly and swaying together on the dance floor. Then they pull apart, laugh, and continue dancing.

He smiles. He likes to see his kitten happy, and he likes to see her enjoying her friends.

He looks around the room as he sips his beer, but his eyes return to her every few seconds. He’s thinking about tonight. She’s tipsy, and she’ll be more so before he tells her it’s time to go. She’ll pout a little when he tells her to have her last dance, and he’ll enjoy that: her pouting charms him. But she’ll obey, because she knows he’ll take her away whether or not she wants to go.

He’ll probably drop a friend or two at their homes. Her special friend, the one she’s dancing with now, will be the last, and he expects the two women will sit together in the back seat and play as he drives. But then he’ll drop that one too. And then he’ll take his kitten home with him.

But now, as he slowly drinks his beer and watches her dance, he thinks about the night ahead….

She’ll be a little giddy, a little silly, as they walk into the house. But then he’ll put his hands on her waist and hold her still and look into her eyes – and she’ll drop her eyes and become quiet. He’ll kiss her, lightly, on the lips. His hand will slide up to the back of her neck and hold her, tipping her head back slightly, and she’ll make a small moan, a whimper, and stand very still with her hands held out just a little from her body. Waiting.

He’ll say: “Kitten, go to the bathroom. Then go to my bedroom and undress, down to your bra and panties. And then wait for me.”

He won’t have to tell her twice. He won’t have to tell her to have her eyes cast down and her wrists crossed. She’ll know what to do, and she always does as he tells her. She’ll answer: “Yes, Sir.” And then she’ll obey.

Tonight he’ll put her risk cuffs on her while she stands mostly naked before him. Then he’ll push her down to the floor and tie her wrists to the foot of the bed, her arms apart. And then he’ll do what he’s been anticipating all night: he’ll stand in front of her as she slowly takes his cock deep in her throat. He won’t be rough with her, not this way, not tonight. When she’s this tipsy, he likes to just slowly fuck her mouth, and to watch her do what he tells her: to lick his cock, to be still as he rubs it wetly against her cheek, and to look up at him as she slowly takes him back into her mouth.

Eventually, after he’s enjoyed her lips and throat around his cock, and when she’s squirming and eager to be touched, he’ll untie her and lift her onto the bed.

He’ll lay her on her stomach, pull her up to her knees, and take her from behind, his hand on the middle of her back holding her shoulders firmly down against the bed. He’ll take her and fuck her, slowly, deeply, relentlessly, his fingers in her ass, as she obediently holds the vibrator against her clitoris. He won’t let her stop, he won’t stop fucking her, won’t stop filling her, won’t stop telling her what to do.

She’ll scream when she comes, and even then he won’t let her stop. He’ll tell her to keep the vibrator on her pussy as he drives his cock even deeper into her, as his fingers thrust more urgently into her. Her tired body will shake, she’ll want to collapse, but she won’t until he lets her.

And then she’ll lie on the bed, on her stomach, moaning, almost crying, as he slowly thrusts his cock into her a few more times before lowering himself down onto her and holding her shivering body.

That’s all ahead, when she stops dancing. He knows it, and she can guess. He smiles, and watches her dance.

Kitten,

I don’t enjoy causing you pain, but I don’t mind it, either. Making you uncomfortable isn’t my goal. Taking and possessing you, breaking you to my will, having complete freedom to use your body for my own pleasure, those are my goals. That’s what I want.

If ramming my cock deep into your throat makes you choke and gag, makes your throat ache, I don’t mind. I know I’ll let you breathe, eventually. It doesn’t bother me if you can barely swallow fast enough, if  you cough or throw up from having my cock so far down your throat. I’ll still tangle my hand in your hair, pull your head back, and thrust into you again. I’ll still fuck your mouth without thinking about your comfort. I want you to surrender, and I want you to know that I own your body and can do with it as I please.

When I have you kneeling on the bed, your face pressed down against the mattress, and I’m slowly driving my cock into your ass, I know that hurts you. That doesn’t stop me — it won’t ever stop me. I want you to know that I can fuck your ass — or your throat, or your pussy — any time I want, and that I will, even if you try to pull away. I’m stronger than you, I enjoy overpowering you, and I want nothing more than to drive my cock deep into you again and again.

And when I’m sitting back against the pillows, and I tell you, Kitten, to come and worship my cock, I want you to throw yourself into it. I want you to obey, eagerly, submissively, rubbing my hard cock all over your face, running your lips along it, sucking it as you swirl your tongue around the head. When I take over, when I put my hand on your head and say “all the way, Kitten. Take it all,” I want you to take my cock into your throat no matter how hard it is, and to keep it there until I let you up. Over and over, again and again, as I shove my cock deep into you, I want you to obediently wait for me to release you so you can gasp for breath and run your lips eagerly over my cock again.

And then, Kitten, when I come, when my cock suddenly swells in your mouth, I want you to suck it, and to taste me on your tongue, and to swallow every drop and then keep licking and sucking my cock until I tell you you can stop.

I don’t want to hurt you, but I want to take everything, take you every possible way, and leave you weak and surrendered. And I don’t mind at all if that’s difficult or uncomfortable — or painful — to you. Obey, and give me what I want.

Love,
Sir

Kitten,

Look at these.

I have four, Kitten, one for each wrist and ankle. They’re solid, strong enough to hold you no matter how hard you struggle. The clips are heavy, and will let me quickly bind you once the cuffs are on you.

Soon, little one, I’ll tell you to undress, and to bring me your cuffs. And you’ll obey: you’ll walk to where we keep them, take them down, and bring them to me. And then I’ll tell you to turn around, Kitten, and to give me your wrists. Again, you’ll obey, and you’ll put your arms behind your back and wait for me to fasten the cuffs on you.

Then you’ll kneel, Kitten, still facing away from me, and I’ll fix the cuffs to your ankles.

Some days, I’ll clip your wrists to your ankles, and you’ll be unable to move. You’ll be trapped on your knees, your hands pinned behind your back. Then I’ll step around and grab your roughly by your hair, pull my cock out of my pants and press it against your lips, and tell you to swallow it. And you will, as I fuck your mouth and throat while you’re helpless to do anything except moan and squirm.

Often, Kitten, our days will start like that, and long before I have you on the bed you’ll be sore from having my cock thrust down your throat.

But I will, finally, lay you on the bed. I’ll put you on the bed sideways, Kitten, so that your head is near the edge. I’ll unfasten you long enough to have you lie down on your stomach, a cushion under your hips, as I fasten your wrists and ankles to the bed so that you’re spread eagle, open and exposed. And then, Kitten, I’ll make you come. I’ll put the vibrator against your clitoris — the larger vibrator at first, and later the smaller one — and keep it there until you’re close to coming, and then thrust my fingers deeply into you as you finally surrender to your orgasm.

And then I’ll fuck you. I’ll leave you tied, and kneel between your legs and drive my cock deep into you. I’ll fuck you, spanking you occasionally, watching you struggle against the bindings as I slam into you, over and over.

On some days, little one, after I’ve fucked you for a long time, and after I’ve stood by the bed and pulled your head up and rammed my cock deep into your throat — after all that, Kitten, I’ll kneel behind you again and drive my cock, inch by inch, into your ass. You’ll struggle and gasp, cry out, try to pull away. I’ll keep going, slowly, an inch at a time, until you stop struggling and begin to enjoy the sensation of my cock deep inside you. I’ll fuck your ass as long and as hard as I like, until you’re lost in the sensation, helpless, completely surrendered to it.

Finally, I’ll unfasten your hands and pull you to your knees, and you’ll use the vibrator to make yourself come, again and again, while my cock continues to thrust deep into you. You’ll come crying and screaming, aching for release, and I’ll keep fucking you until you collapse on the bed in a shivering heap.

Then I’ll hold you and let you rest for a little while, until I’m ready to do something more to you.

Love,
Sir

… I will be blogging tonight. Late, but tonight.

Love,

Sir

Kitten,

My God. I just read your latest comment. My dear good girl, your submission is wonderful. I’m going to make you cry, and moan, and ache, and come. I’m going to leave you exhausted.

I’ll write a longer note soon, one that talks about your ankles and wrists cuffed and tied, and about the good girl you are to bring me the things I need, so obediently, when I command you. And how you’ll kneel, endlessly, with your arms bound behind your back as I make you take my cock deep in your throat, over and over and over….

Love,
YOUR Querido