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