My Dear Kitten,

I miss you. I miss the anticipation, the excitement of walking in and finding you standing as you’ve been told, nearly naked, eyes down, hands clasped. Waiting. I miss your little shivers and moans when I first run my fingers along the inside of your thigh, before I grasp your throat and ask you if you’re wet.

I miss your wetness, Kitten. I want to slide my fingers into your panties, tell you to spread your legs as I hold you pressed against me, and thrust my fingers into you to feel you. To check you, and to make sure that my Kitten is ready to kneel and suck my cock.

I miss your lips. I miss seeing them tighten around the head of my cock, watching them slide down the length of my shaft. I miss you licking, kissing, worshiping my cock with those lips, Kitten.

I miss your breasts, your nipples, my hand on your throat, my fingers digging into your hips as I hold you still on the bed beneath me.

I want my Kitten. Soon.

Love,
Q.

Kitten,

I miss you.

If you were here, I’d sit comfortably in the chair in my bedroom, and you’d kneel on a pillow in front of me, your body pressed against my leg, your head resting on my thigh. You’d wear something sheer, a short translucent gown. We’d each have a glass of wine, and I’d be reading a book, talking to you quietly about what I was reading.

I’d stroke your hair, slowly, while I read. Sometimes my hand would rest on your head, or your cheek, and I’d pause in my reading to look at you and smile. I enjoy you close, available.

Then I’d set my book down and, as I unzipped my jeans, tell you to come service your dom. You’d obey, as you always do, your hands working to get my hard cock out of my pants and then holding it as your lips slide down the shaft and your head bobs up and down, up and down.

The small moans you make excite me. I’d lean back, watching you but with my eyes half closed, and rest my hand on top of your head, pushing you just a little as my cock reaches the back of your mouth. I’d tell you, as you knelt and sucked my cock, what a good Kitten you are, how pleased your dom is with you. (And I am, Kitten: you’re a wonderfully submissive and obedient girl, and I’m always delighted by you. I’m hard right now, thinking of the last time I abused your adorable little body. I can barely wait until I can do it again, next week.)

You would kneel there a long time, Kitten, slowly taking my cock into your mouth and throat, forgetting everything except the effort of breathing and the importance of doing as you’re told. I’d reach down and pinch your nipples through the sheer fabric, squeeze your breasts, and then tell you to “take it again, all the way, good girl,” as I pushed your head down on my cock.

It would be a long time, Kitten, before I pulled you to your feet and told you to get on the bed, to lie on your back, to spread your legs, and to wait for me to fuck you.

Your
Dom