Kitten,

I want you on your knees, on the floor, in front of me. I want to watch you wait obediently until I tell you to take out my cock and put it in your mouth. I want you to press your lips against my stomach as you unfasten my belt. I want to stroke your hair as you work to get my big hard cock out and put your lips around it.

And then I want you to worship my cock, Kitten. I want to stand and watch you as you lick the length of it, run your lips along it, take the head in your mouth and circle your tongue around it. I want to feel the back of your mouth against it, and to pull you firmly toward me as it slips down your throat and I slowly drive it in and out while you wait to be allowed to breathe again.

I want you wet, aching to be fucked. I want you to kneel obediently, your hands on your thighs, as I manhandle your breasts and fuck your mouth. I’ll pause only to reach down and slip my fingers into you and feel your wetness, my hand in your hair tipping your head back while I’m thrusting my fingers up into your pussy. And then I’ll stand up again and push my cock back between your lips and tell you to take it all. And you’ll obey.

I want you to feel as if I own your body, Kitten. I want to touch it everywhere, to thrust my cock into your mouth and your pussy, and then into your ass. To slip my fingers into you, to roll you over and push your legs apart, to grab you and spread you and penetrate you and make you gasp from the sudden pounding and thrusting.

I want you to surrender, to come so hard and so long that you just want to collapse in a shivering puddle — but to know that I’m not done with you, not even close to done with you. When you’re lying on your back on top of me with my cock deep in your ass, I want you to know that it isn’t going to stop for a long time, and all you can do is take it, take my cock in your and my fingers thrusting into your pussy and my arm tight around you holding you down helplessly against me.

I want you to wonder, after an hour of my cock pounding into you, how there can possibly be more — and then to realize that I haven’t come yet, and that I’m going to fuck your mouth hard and deep, that I’m going to make you choke and gag and you’re already tired and worn. And then I’m going to kneel over you and turn you on to your side, so that you curl up on the bed in front of me, your pussy throbbing and your body squirming, as I slowly drive my cock in and out of your mouth and watch you sucking it so dutifully, obediently, submissively.

I want you to worry that you can’t possibly swallow it all, that you’re too tired, that I’ll spill out on your hands and I’ll make you lick your fingers and then lick and suck my cock some more. I will: I want you to swallow everything, every time. I want to claim your little body that way.

Kneel, Kitten. Take off your clothes and kneel. Spread your legs. Open your mouth, and wait for my cock.

Your dom misses you, and wants you.

Love,
Q.