Kitten,

Rest now. Your Dom is going to demand a great deal of service from you — demand, and expect, and enjoy your wanton submission in all sorts of ways.

I’m going to use you thoroughly, utterly, and unreasonably. So rest now.

Love,
Q

Kitten,

Tonight, after taxi duties have been fulfilled and if that doesn’t go too late, your dom may — though he has not yet decided — go out and establish his bonafides as a man-about-town. If so, we might not catch up tonight. But don’t worry; the old brute will be safe, moderate, boring as sin — but thinking of you, missing you, and looking forward to seeing you soon.

Soon, and oh the things I’ll do to you, Kitten. I have your wrist and ankle cuffs here; it’s been too long since we last used them, and I think it’s time. I see you on your stomach on my bed, tied down, your legs held apart, your arms bound together above your head. I imagine a pillow beneath your waist, lifting your pretty bottom — red from the beating you’ve already had — up to me.

My poor darling beloved obedient Kitten, you have a challenging day ahead. Choking on my cock will be the least difficult thing you do.

I can hardly wait.

Love,
Your Terrible Q

Kitten,

What I want is a long evening of you lying on the couch beside me, while I sit. I want you almost naked, wearing something sheer and impractical. I want your head on my thigh and my cock in your mouth. And I want it for hours.

I want you to lie there, licking and stroking my cock, putting it in your mouth, rubbing it on your face. I’ll stroke your hair, absentmindedly run my hand over your body, and occasionally reach down and push your head more firmly down on my cock. Mostly I’ll just enjoy your quiet obedience, and the warmth of your mouth around my hard cock — and knowing that you’ll lie there as long as I want you to, thinking of nothing but my cock in your mouth, dutifully licking and sucking it, lost in your submission.

And that’s it, really. That’s what I want: for you to be lost in your submission. I want you to lose track of time, to think of nothing except servicing your dom and giving him what he wants.

I’ll help you get lost in it by being rough with you. I’ll push you down and hold you there, until your eyes are watering and you’re gagging on my cock. Then I’ll pull you up by your hair, and tell you what a good Kitten you are — before pushing you back down and choking you again with my cock. “Again, Kitten. That’s good, hold it there. Good girl… okay. Breathe and swallow now, Kitten. Good girl. Now, again….”

Your dom misses his sub, and he’s eager to possess you and use you. Soon, and utterly, and extremely.

Now, again, take it all the way into your throat, Kitten. That’s a good girl….

Q

…and missing you, too. xox

[ Kitten, I will almost certainly be asleep by the time you read this. You should rest also. I need you rested…. – Q. ]

Kitten,

The next time you’re in my bedroom, you’re going to spend a long time kneeling in front of my chair, while I sit back and watch you service me.

I love to watch you, Kitten. I love to see you standing, naked, waiting for me.I love to push you down on your back and sink into you, watching your little body struggle to take my cock. But, more than anything, I love to kneel over you, my hand on your throat, as I fuck your mouth — slowly at first, and then fast and rough until your lips are sore and swollen and you’re choking and gasping for breath, trying to swallow before my cock fills your mouth again.

When your little body starts squirming, Kitten, while I hold you down and fuck your mouth…. That’s the most exciting thing. That’s when I tell you to touch yourself, while I pull your head to me and drive even deeper into your throat.

Rest, Kitten. I want you to begin rested, so I can batter you, exhaust you, use your little body until you’re weak and shaking and can barely stand the pounding and the pain of my big cock filling you.

I miss my Kitten. I want my Kitten. I’ll have you soon.

Love,
YOUR Terrible Brute of a Dom

Kitten,

Your brute is going to rest tonight. But I’m going to ravish you soon, and d0minate you, and use you in every imaginable way.

More than anything else, I want you quietly clinging to the sheets, sobbing, while I slowly and deeply fuck your ass, for a long time. I want that total and absolute submission and surrender. I want you helpless, floating, unable to do anything but accept what’s happening to you.

Now kneel, Kitten, and wait for me.

Love,
Q

Kitten,

Sometimes I just want simple things.

I’ll bend you over a table, your naked body pressed against it, my hand curled in your hair holding your head down so that your cheek is pressed against the surface. I spread your legs so I can thrust my fingers slowly into you, over and over, while I hold you still and tell you all the things I want to do to you.

And then I’ll take you, like that, my hand on your back preventing your from standing. I’ll thrust into you deeply, and you’ll be unable to pull away so you’ll just gasp and grasp the edge of the table and endure the thrusting. Then I’ll take you by the hair again and pull you up and turn you around and push you to your knees, and you’ll be relieved to suck my cock because it means I’m not pounding so roughly into you. You’ll be eager to please me that way for as long as you can — happy to delay my doing the other things I just told you I was going to do to you. But you know I will, and your little body tightens at the thought.

I miss my Kitten.

Love,
Q