Kitten,

I miss you. I want you.

I want my Kitten here, doing as she’s told, obeying and serving.

It has been too long.

Come here, Kitten.

Love,
YOUR Terrible, Awful, Impossible, Mean Old
Demanding Brute of a Dom

[ Updated Sunday, Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday – scroll to end ]

Kitten,

I’m thinking of the other day, when I walked in and found you standing, naked, waiting for me, just as you’d been told — just as I’ve found you so many times.

I’m remembering standing behind you, enjoying the look and feel of your naked body, running my fingers along your thigh, cupping your breast. I like treating you like an expensive possession, looking you over, feeling your contours.

You were very wet. That’s good — I like my Kitten wet: wet, and squirming, and naked. I like to feel you shiver and hear you moan when I thrust my fingers slowly into you. It’s such an outrageous liberty, to simply put my hand between your legs and feel you. But then, everything about how I treat you is an outrageous liberty.

I told you to kneel on the bed to suck my cock; then I choked you, while you knelt there and tried to breathe with my cock deep in your throat. Another man might have felt bad about that, about you coughing and gagging from the rough treatment. Another woman might have felt anger or resentment, or fear. But you surrendered to it like the wonderful submissive Kitten that you are, surrendered and choked and gasped for breath when you could, knowing that I’d drive my cock back into your throat without warning, again and again.

Then, do you remember what happened when you turned around, how I took you while you knelt obediently waiting to be fucked? I thrust quickly, deeply into you — you grimaced and grabbed the covers tightly. Sometimes I take my time entering you, but I wanted you to feel overpowered. I was in a mood to tame my already-tamed Kitten.

I’m still in that mood, Kitten. The next time you’re here, you’re going to be taken in hand, possessed, have some serious demands made of you. It will be good for you. Most importantly, it’ll be what I want: your surrender. Not just submission, but surrender — complete, gasping, helpless surrender. I want to use you, deliberately and thoroughly, pleasing myself with your body every way I like.

I’m going to be daydreaming about it over the next few days. I’ll tell you more about it as I do.

Love,
Q,
Your Terrible, Awful, Mean, Impossible Brute of a Dom

Sunday Night Update

Kitten,

Your brute of a dom has missed you today. I miss your lips. All the rest, too — as you’ll discover soon enough. But your lips, Kitten.

I’m going to put you to such use….

Love,
Q.

Monday Update

Climbing the walls? Yes. That about describes it.

Q.

Tuesday Update

Kitten,

It’s too early to begin thinking about the next time you’re here, my pretty little sub. Right now, just know that I’m thinking about you, missing you, and eager for your return.

Love,
Q.

Wednesday Update

Beloved Kitten,

It will be good to talk to you again, and soon. I’m counting the days. I miss more than your gasping, aching, shivering body, your obedient mouth — though I miss those very much. I miss the conversation, the cuddling, the humor and chatting.

So finish this faraway business trip of yours and come home, so your awful dom can abuse his sweetly obedient Kitten. Your dom is running out of words, Kitten. He’s all want and impatience.

Love,
Q.

PS: Your dom is going to bed at ten tonight, because he needs to get a handle on his sleep. xox

Kitten,

I finished working out a little while ago, and perhaps I’m feeling residual aggression from that. Or maybe it’s simply that I’m missing you.

In any case, what I want this very moment is to pick you up and throw you down on my bed — almost slam you down, on your back — and tear off your clothes. Literally tear them. And then stand by the bed and demand that you service me lying there on your back, your head hanging over the edge of the bed, while I thrust deep into your throat.

I’m not feeling at all gentle right now, Kitten. I’d thrust very hard into you right now, if you were here. I’d take you all sorts of ways, and I wouldn’t let you pull away. I’d grab your hips roughly and pull you back, and hold you still as I fucked your pussy or your ass.

It’s going to be a rough start to the week for you, Kitten. But you probably already assumed that.

Love, lust, want,
Your Q.