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Selfish Demanding Old Brute

Kitten,

Kneel.

Tonight, that’s all I want from you. I want you to kneel. I want to see you, naked, your hands resting on your thighs, your eyes down, your lips slightly parted, waiting for me to do with you what I want.

You know exactly what I want. I want to walk around you, slowly, enjoying your naked body. I want to run my hand along your hair, hold your neck tightly in my hand. I want to lightly slap your pretty little ass, and cup each breast in my and and pinch your nipples. I want to put my hand on your cheek and look at you, enjoying my pretty young obedient submissive Kitten.

And then I want to stand in front of you and pull off my shirt, and feel your lips pressed against my stomach as I unfasten my belt. I want you to sit back and wait as I unzip my pants and pull out my cock — wait with your lips parted, eagerly but obediently, my big hard cock just inches from your mouth.

I want, sweet little kitten, to feel your lips around my cock. I want to feel the warmth of your mouth. I want to feel your tongue swirling around the head of my cock, your fingers tightly gripping the shaft. I want you to eagerly and devotedly service your old dom, showing me how much you enjoy my cock. I want you to lick it, kiss it, swallow it as deeply into your throat as you can.

I’ll tell you to look at me, even though I know how hard that is for you. I’ll slowly stroke my cock as you look up at me, my hand under your chin so that you can’t turn away. I’ll hold you like that for a moment, the I’ll release you and plunge my cock back into your mouth and throat.

Today, tonight, that’s all I want, Kitten: your lips, your tongue, your throat, and your complete wanton and obedient devotion to my cock. I want you to kneel there, wet, squirming, hungrily licking and sucking my cock, waiting for me to fill your mouth, waiting for me to tell you to swallow it all, to swallow every drop.

You could suck my cock for an hour tonight, Kitten, and I’d want more. I’ll take you soon, have you in every way, leave you aching and exhausted. But, right now, it’s your utter and wanton abandon, your eager and obedient service, that I think about.

Soon, Kitten.

Love,
Sir

Doms and Subs

Kitten,

Tonight I’ll go out to eat, and then I’ll join some friends for an evening of poker and male camaraderie. I may be late.

What I’ll be thinking about, Kitten, is a group of men sitting around a poker table in my living room, dominant men all, their submissive women kneeling beside them as the men talk and drink and play cards — but mostly play cards.

You’ll sit beside my chair, quietly, obediently, your head sometimes resting on my thigh. I’ll stroke your hair, rest my hand on your shoulder or on the back of your neck. Every now and then I’ll look at you, smile, and you’ll know how pleased I am with you. Occasionally you’ll notice my glass is low, and you’ll quietly get up and fill it. You have your own glass of wine, which you sip slowly.

I can see you nipples through your sheer black top. Everyone can, and the men look, because you’re sexy and everyone can see that. But your my sub and, while the men can look, they’d know better than to try to have you. And each has his own sub, after all, whom he loves and enjoys.

Every now and then I hold your breast, rub my thumb over your nipple, and smile. Then I turn my attention back to my cards.

We all know how the evening will go. We’ll play cards until late, and then we’ll put the cards away and some of the men will leave with their doms. Then you and I and the two couples closest to us will sit in comfortable chairs or on the couches, our women again kneeling, or sitting on the couch beside their men. We’ll finish our drinks, talking and enjoying the presence of our submissive girls. You’ll each have your drinks as well, sipping quietly beside the men as we talk.

And then, Kitten, I’ll say “I think it’s time the ladies favored us with their attention, gentlemen.” There will be general agreement, and I’ll say “Kitten, stand  up and take off your clothes. I want to look at you.”

You’ll obey, of course. You’ll stand and undress, as the men and women look at you. Then you’ll kneel between my legs, waiting for me to tell you to service me. Behind you, the other subs will be undressing as well, as their doms tell them what to do.

In a few minutes, you young subs will all be servicing your doms. Your lips will be wrapped tightly around my cock, your hand sliding up and down the shaft, and I’ll have my hand on the back of your neck, moving you slowly up and down. This will go on for a long time, the only sound in the room the quiet instruction of the doms and the gentle moans and gasps of their obedient young women.

The men and I will agree that we have beautiful and obedient subs, as we sit enjoying your eager attention. And after a long time of watching your head bobbing up and down on my lap, with the other subs doing the same for their doms, I’ll tell you to say goodnight to the other doms and subs and go to the bedroom. You’ll obey, standing naked before everyone and saying goodnight. The other subs will look up at you, smile, and then turn back to servicing their men as you walk to the bedroom and close the door.

Soon the doms and subs will excuse themselves and leave, and I’ll lock up the house and turn off the lights. I’ll walk back to the bedroom and find you as you knew you were supposed to be: naked, kneeling, waiting for me. I’ll stand before you for a few minutes, enjoying thrusting my cock into your throat. And then I’ll lift you up and lay you on the bed, and undress, and take you, long and roughly.

And I’ll be pleased with you, pleased once again that my Kitten was the perfectly obedient and wonderfully sexy little girl I love. I’ll tell you so, holding you before we sleep. I tell you how proud I am to have such an eager, sexy young Kitten. And then we’ll sleep.

Kitten, I think we need a night away. Soon.

Love,
Sir

One Sub

Kitten,

There is one dom and one sub. At first, thinking about the d/s thing, I thought it was a mode, a way of being: doms are doms, always, and subs are subs, always. There’s truth in that — I’ve always been fundamentally the way I am, as you, I’m sure, have been the way you are. But a d/s pair isn’t simply a dom and a sub being what they are. It’s more than that.

I’m your dom, and you’re my sub. I’m not, and never have been, anyone else’s dom. However dominant I may be in bed, I’ve never had a d/s relationship before. And however submissive you may be in bed — or want to be — you’ve never been in a d/s relationship, even though you are, by nature, a submissive girl.

I suppose some dom could have multiple submissive lovers, and some sub could have multiple dominant lovers. And maybe some sub can truly submit to multiple doms, and some dom truly devote himself to caring for multiple subs. Maybe that would work for some.

But you’re my sub, and it’s your submission I want. I want your kneeling by my chair, waiting to be told to service me. I want you standing, naked, eyes down, waiting for me to walk into the room and tell you what to do. I want you lying on your back on the bed, legs spread, not moving, always waiting for me to decide how I’ll take you, always ready to obey.

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I want to show you off. I want people to see what an obedient, submissive Kitten you are. I want them to see how wanton and eager you are when you service your old dom. I want them to watch you choke on my cock, watch you struggle to take it all, my hand on the back of your head pulling you hard against me. I want them to hear you gasp and moan when I finally let you breathe.

I want them to see you kneeling on the bed, your ass raised for me, waiting obediently for whatever I’m going to do to you. I want them to hear you crying out as I drive my cock slowly into you, hear your muted whimpers as I open you and fill you. They’ll know it hurts, and they’ll be impressed by your submission and devotion. And it will be obvious to them how pleased I am with you, how much I enjoy you, how proud of my submissive little Kitten I am.

But mostly, right now, I want you lying on my bed, on your back, desperately holding on to me as I thrust again and again into you, your breasts pressed against my chest, my hand under you lifting you up against me. I want you to be so close to coming that way that, when I finally tell you to take your vibrator, you come screaming and crying while I tower over you and fuck you relentlessly, deeply, over and over and over.

I want my Kitten. Soon.

Love,
Sir

PS God but I am missing you.