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