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Down

Kitten,

I enjoy commanding you, telling you what to do and watching you obey. But tonight I want to simply force you to service me.

I want to stand in front of you and put my hands on your shoulders and push your naked body to your knees. I want to hold you like that, my fingers clamped tightly on your shoulders, as I thrust my cock into your mouth.

Then I want to sit down, comfortably, and pull you toward me, so that you’re kneeling between my legs. I want to put my hand on your head and hold you as I thrust my cock back into your mouth. For a long time, for many minutes, I want to push your head down on my cock, over and over, and feel it hit the back of your throat and slide down your throat, choking you as I thrust deeply.

Your mouth, Kitten, was made for my cock. You were made to suck my cock. You were made to kneel obediently and swallow my cock, gagging on it and choking and never stopping until I let you breathe.

Soon, my obedient, submissive Kitten.

Sir

Missing You

Kitten,

I’ll be driving my taxi tonight, not sure when but probably at an inconvenient time.

But I’m thinking of you now, and will be then. And you can imagine the things I’m thinking, Kitten, after so long without you. I told you last night what all my thoughts are about, what obsesses me.

You, kneeling.

First, you on your knees while I stand in front of you. It has been far too long, Kitten, since I told you to kneel and watched you drop obediently to your knees. My always obedient, always eager, always submissive Kitten, I need you on your knees again. Soon.

And then on the bed, kneeling again but on your hands and knees this time. I imagine my hand on your neck driving you into the bed as I grasp your hip and take you. When you’re like that, Kitten, you’re so vulnerable, so open to me: I might do anything to you. You know it, and I know how nervous it makes you to be like that, how exposed you feel.

Soon, Kitten, I’ll have you every way. You’ll come, screaming and gasping and sobbing, as I drive myself deep into you. And I won’t give you rest for a long time: after your orgasms, little one, I’ll make you take my cock into your throat, make you choke and gag on it even while your body still shakes from the last orgasm.

I’m feeling particularly aggressive, Kitten. I’ll hold you, of course. I’ll make you feel safe and protected. But I’ll also make terrible and unreasonable demands of you, make you give yourself to me in uncomfortable and challenging ways. When I’m not choking you with my cock, I’ll be fucking you fast and hard and deep, or driving it slowly and relentlessly into your ass. By the time we finish our hours together, Kitten, you’ll be weak, aching, sore, numb, sweaty — dazed and floating.

Soon, before I have a chance to do those other things to you, I’ll tangle my fingers in your hair and push you down, thrusting my cock into your throat as you struggle to breathe. I’ll hold you tightly and fuck your throat, and you’ll feel my cock grow bigger and harder in your mouth as I get close to coming. You’ll close your lips more tightly around my cock, grasp it more firmly with your hand, and swallow as fast as you can when I make those last hard thrusts and fill your mouth.

I’m thinking about you, Kitten.

Love,
Sir

Waiting

Kitten,

I’m waiting. Soon enough I’ll have the hours with you, hours to do everything I want to your obedient little body. Until then, I’ll wait, patiently but lustfully.

But, before then, I’ll have moments with you. And I’ll use some of those moments, my dear little Kitten, to use you roughly and selfishly for my pleasure. I’ll put my hand on your neck and pull you down, thrusting into your throat as I hold you firmly and choke you with my cock. I’ll satisfy myself with your willing and eager body, Kitten, and then send you off with numb and swollen lips and the smell and taste of me on your hands and in your mouth.

I want your obedience. I want it for hours at a time as you suck my cock endlessly and raise your ass to me. And I want it for minutes at a time, when you dutifully lick my cock and swallow every drop. I want your submission, your surrender to my quiet firm demands. “Kneel, Kitten.” “Spread your legs, Kitten.” “On your hands and knees, Kitten, and suck my cock. Now.”

“Worship my cock, Kitten.”

Your dom misses you, Kitten, and is eager to have you again, soon, and in every possible way.

Love,
Sir

Rough

Kitten,

I want to be rough with you.

I want A to be with you, not because I need more than you, but because I want to be rough and I want you to have someone to hold on to, someone to comfort you when I’m spanking you hard. I want you to have a companion going through what you’re going through, so you can cling together, shudder together, moan together.

What I want, Kitten…

The two of you lying naked on the bed, on your stomachs. Your wrists are tied together, as are hers, and pulled up toward the head of the bed and tied there, so that you’re lying stretched out on the bed. I run my hand over your body, down your back and over your bottom. My fingers slip between your legs and squeeze your inner thigh, slide along until I’m almost touching your pussy. I slap your bottom, gently, once, twice. And then A’s, the same way.

And then I take off my belt. You hear me unhook the buckle, hear it slide out of my pants. You wait, knowing what’s coming, shivering a little at the thought. A senses your nervousness and tries to move a little closer to you.

You know it takes me a moment to double up the belt and wrap it around my hand. Then you feel my hand on your bottom again, rubbing you gently for just a moment. And then the belt strikes you, not too hard but enough to sting a little. Again you feel my hand on your bottom — and then the belt, again. And again, on the other side this time. Back and forth, slowly, not too hard at first, I spank your bottom with my belt, until your ass is pink and stings just a little when I run my hand over it.

Again, you hear the belt, but this time it’s being applied to A’s bottom. Several swats, each no harder than the ones you had, and then a pause while I run my hand up your back, into your hair. I grab your hair and pull your head back, not too fast but not gently either, pulling your head up and turning it so I can look at your face. Your eyes are closed, as they should be, but your lips are parted and you’re breathing fast, nervously.

I lower you back down, and a moment later the belt strikes your bottom again, harder than before. And this time it doesn’t stop as quickly. This time, it continues until you wonder if you can take it much longer. You know, at some level, that you can stop it with a word, but at the same time you feel helpless to do anything about it — feel that you have no choice but to endure the spanking and whipping you’re receiving.

It continues until you’re breathing in ragged gasps, your body shuddering. You aren’t crying, not quite, but you wince with every blow, and I can hear you moaning between each swat of my belt on your now-red bottom.

A has tried to press herself against you through this, and you feel her warmth along your side. You feel protective of her, and want to comfort her because you know that in a moment she’ll be spanked the same way.

Finally the belt stops falling on your bottom, and you realize that A is gasping just as you are, her body shivering alongside yours. In the intensity of my belt striking your bottom for so long, you didn’t realize that I was alternately spanking her as well, and that you were both being whipped together.

I reach up and pull the rope binding your hands, and the knot falls apart, freeing you. I do the same for A, and the two of you roll to face each other and hold on to each other, kissing, burying your faces in each other’s neck.

You know that in a few minutes I’m going to make you do hard things, make you kneel side by side while I take your asses, while I make you come with my hand on the back of your neck and my cock deep inside you. I’ve told you both what you have to do today, and you both know the spanking, as bad as it was, wasn’t the hardest thing I’m going to demand from you. And you both know you’ll obey. But you hold on to each other desperately, both eager and nervous about what is coming.

Soon, Kitten.

Love,
Sir

Moments

Kitten,

I rarely weave long and involved fantasies. Most often I imagine moments, brief scenes I’d like to create with you, specific things I’d like to do to you — all, of course, things that we’ll eventually do. I’m going to share a few of those future moments with you, Kitten.

You, naked, on your hands and knees, tied to a low padded bench. You’ve been there for what seems a long time, as I fuck your pussy and your throat by turns, pausing occasionally to spank your bottom with my belt, or to slap your breasts and pinch your nipples hard. When I stand in front of you, I grab your hair and pull back your head, and then thrust my cock roughly into your throat. You endure it, obediently, enjoying the submission even as the strain of it makes your body ache and tremble. And every time I step behind you, every time you feel my palm slap the insides of your thighs and run firmly over your pussy, you worry: will I push my big, hard cock, so wet from your throat, into your pussy, or will I fuck your ass now while you’re helpless to pull away?

You, naked, on your back, lying still as I’ve told you to do, while your friend (A, or M, or another you’ve brought) kneels naked over you. I’m nearby, watching, as she kisses you, runs her hands over your body, and then her lips, kissing you everywhere. In a few minutes, after I’ve enjoyed watching the two of you, I’ll kneel between your legs, my body over yours. I’ll put my hand on her neck and push her down, so that her breasts are pressed against yours, and hold her against you while I slowly fuck you. As I thrust into you, you’ll cling to each other, kissing, running your hands over each other. I’ll hold her by the neck, and thrust deeply into you, and it will go on for a long time.

You, on your back on top of me, my cock deep in your ass, as you hold a vibrator against your pussy while I slowly fuck you. I have one hand on your hip, not letting you pull away or move. My other grasps your breast tightly as I manhandle you and pinch your nipple. Your head is thrown back against my shoulder, your hair spilling out around me. I take my hand from your hip and slip two fingers into your pussy, so tight from my cock in your ass, and you come with a loud cry and then sob as my cock thrusts relentlessly into your ass, my fingers pushing deeply into your pussy.

You and your friend again, both naked, both on your hands and knees on the bed. I’m behind the two of you, alternately spanking you each with my belt and running my hand over your reddened, sensitive asses. I slap your thighs and hers, pushing your legs apart, and glide my hand over each of your pussies in turn, slipping my fingers into you briefly. You know I’m going to fuck you both, push both of your shoulders down onto the bed and tell you roughly what to do. The spanking hurts you, and you know it hurts her as well, and the two of you face each other with your eyes closed, fingers intertwined as you endure the spanking and, eventually, the deep hard fucking.

Soon.

Love,
Sir

 

The Club — pt. 4

Kitten,

You and your friend, A, are wearing only bra and panties, as I’ve told you. In the room with us is a padded bench, something you’ve never seen before. It’s tall enough that, when you stand beside it, it rises almost to your waist.

I stand behind you both, my hands on your throats, and tell you what’s going to happen to you today. I tell you, my Kitten, the things I’m going to do to you, and the things I’m going to make A do to you. And then, as I always do, I make you both kneel and take me in your mouths, taking turns, showing me how obedient and submissive you are.

Then I make you stand at the end of the bench, Kitten, facing it. I tell you to take off your panties. You obey, and then I tie each of your ankles to the legs of the bench. This spreads your legs a bit, enough so that I can easily put my hand on your pussy and spread your lips and feel your wetness.

I push you forward, so that your body is stretched out on the bench. It’s just long enough that your head is at the end and, when you turn your head, you can just rest your cheek on the end of the padded surface. I tie your wrists to the legs at the other end of the bench, so that your arms are hanging down toward the floor. You’re comfortable but helpless, completely unable to move or protect yourself.

As I tie you, your girlfriend A stands quietly, obediently, waiting to be told what to do. For now, I leave her standing, watching.

I run my hand along your neck and back, down to your waist. I squeeze your bottom, hard, and run my hand down your thighs and legs. I’m firm with you, brusque, matter of fact. I put my hand between your legs, thrust two fingers hard into your wet pussy, and finger you roughly. You make a small whimpering moan, but you’re a good sub, and you hold still.

I spank you. Not too hard at first, but then more firmly, with sharp flat slaps across your ass that leave my hand printed redly on your bottom. Again and again, alternating left and right, until each stinging blow leaves you burning and tender.

It goes on and on, until you have tears in your eyes and you’ve surrendered to the pain of my palm striking you. Then, finally, I stop. You gasp, catch your breath, and wait, almost fearfully, your legs shaking, for me to spank you again.

“A, run your lips and fingers over my Kitten. Touch her everywhere.”

She obeys — she’s wanted to touch you all evening, and I haven’t even let her kiss you. She runs her hands over you, kisses you, and touches you everywhere. She kneels behind you and kisses her way up your thigh, spreads your pussy lips, lightly strokes your clitoris.

I give her a toy, something firm but not hard, a little smaller than me. I stand in front of you and curl my fingers in your hair, pull your head up, and thrust my cock into your mouth.

“Good girl. Suck my cock.”

I thrust, slowly, deeply. You’re still recovering from the spanking, but you’re eager to please me, and you suck and swallow and take my cock as deeply as you can while I slowly thrust.

“A, fuck my Kitten with that. Put it in her pussy and fuck her slowly. Put it in your mouth first, to make it wet, and then put it in her pussy.”

Still kneeling behind you, she slips the toy into her mouth, circles her tongue around it, and then slowly works it into your pussy. I feel you tense as she pushes it into you, and I hold your hair more tightly and thrust more aggressively into your throat.

“Don’t stop sucking my cock, Kitten. Don’t stop for even a moment. That’s a good girl.”

And so, for what seems like a long time, you surrender to my cock moving in and out of your mouth, and A fucking your pussy, pausing occasionally to slide the toy wetly over your clitoris before thrusting it back into you. You won’t come this way. You won’t come until A is kneeling beside you holding a vibrator against your pussy, and I’m standing behind you slowly fucking your ass. But you surrender, now, to my cock in your mouth and the endless thrusting in your pussy.

Soon, Kitten.

Sir