Kitten,

Some people make lists of the things they want to do at least once in their lives. I’ve never had a “bucket list,” but I’m making something a little bit like that now — a list of the things I want to do with you and to you, not once but again and again.

Everything we already do is on it. We’ll do much more of all of those things.

But there are things we haven’t yet done that I want to do, and that I want to do many times. I’ve mentioned some of them, but let me tell you again.

Kitten, I want to tie you up in ways I haven’t yet. I want you on a weight bench, kneeling, strapped down so that your mouth and your ass are available to me. I want you tied up standing, with your arms and legs spread — I’ll have to do a little remodeling, I think, to make that work — so that I can spank you, and fuck you, and play with your body.

I want an audience, Kitten. I want another couple, strangers, to sit nearby and watch as you obey me. I want them to see how a good sub behaves, and then to try it themselves, with each other, with us as an example. And if they do it wrong, I’ll tell them to wait, and to watch how we do it, how I command you and you obey.

I want to watch you lick my come off of another woman’s body.

I want to tie you down on the bed, on your stomach, your arms and legs spread, and thrust deep into your ass for a long time.

I want — always “I want” — to make a video, a good one, of you kneeling, and then bending over the bed, and lying down with your legs spread, and doing everything I tell you. I want to record my cock sliding into your pussy. I want to record your orgasms, and mine with my cock in your mouth.

I want to fuck you until we’re both exhausted, until you’re sore and bruised and swollen, and then sleep with you, and then tell you, in the morning, to suck my cock again.

I want my Kitten, tired and sleepy and warm and naked, curled up safely beside me as I read myself to sleep.

All of it. Some of it soon, the rest of it later. But I want it all.

Love,
Sir

My Kitten,

As much as I enjoy all of the things I do to you, all of the demands I place on your lovely little body, what pleases me most is your eager submission to my every wish. I look forward to the simplest things — telling you to stand and undress for me, or making you kneel quietly beside me while I sit and read — almost as much as I anticipate the pleasure of thrusting deep into you in every possible way. I enjoy commanding you, and watching you surrender happily to my authority.

My domination and your submission is the form my possession of you takes. When you obey me, I possess you. You always obey me, and I know you always will, every time I command you, and so I always possess you: I always have your obedience.

It’s a big thing for one adult to submit so totally to the authority of another — for a woman to submit so totally to the authority of a man. When you surrender your body to me and I take it and use it for my pleasure — for all of my many and varied pleasures — you make yourself absolutely vulnerable to me, defenseless, helpless. That’s beautiful, a wonderfully loving and erotic act.

Soon, Kitten, I’ll take your lovely little body and use it roughly. I’ll beat you, leave you red and sore and bruised and aching. I’ll drive my hard cock too deeply into you, open you too much, choke you for too long. I’ll make you come again and again, until you’re limp and gasping, weak and shaking. And then I’ll put my cock back in your mouth and tell you what a good girl you are, even as I thrust it deeply into your throat once again. I’ll make you surrender, and then I’ll fill your mouth with my come and tell you to swallow it all — always, to swallow it all. My obedient little Kitten.

Love,
Your Dom

Kitten,

I am missing you particularly strongly today. I’ve wanted to talk to you a dozen times. I’ve wanted to have you curled up beside me, or on the floor by my feet as I sit and work.

But more, most acutely, I want you kneeling in front of me. I want to walk in and find you waiting for me, on your knees, naked, your hands resting on your thighs. Just waiting for me. I want to walk casually up to you, stand in front of you, look down at your nakedness, run my hand through your hair — and then watch as you service me.

For a long, long time, Kitten, I want to stand there, my hand in your hair or on your head, as you slowly take the full length of my cock down your throat, again and again. I want to exhaust you with my cock before I finally lay you on the bed and fuck you in every possible way.

Soon, Kitten. Until then, know that, all day, I’ve imagined it.

Love,
Sir