Kitten,

I told you earlier that I was obsessed, completely distracted, by the image of you on your knees in front of me. That’s true, and it’s worse now than earlier.

The next time I have you, I’m going to enjoy thrusting into your mouth, again and again, until you’re exhausted and lost in a haze. I’m going to hold you down with my hand on your neck and drive my hard cock into your throat. I want to hear you moan when I come, and watch you struggle to swallow it all.

I don’t know what else I’ll do to you — I haven’t decided yet. But you can be sure you’ll have swollen lips and a sore throat when I’m done. My sweet little Kitten.

Find me tomorrow.

Love,
YOUR Terrible Old Dom,
Q.

Kitten,

I told you earlier what I wanted, that one thing I always want, and always want to go on forever. (Until I need everything else, which, inevitably, I do.)

I want you kneeling before me, naked, my hand in your hair, as I slowly thrust my cock deep into your throat, again and again, for an hour or longer, watching you as you obediently take it.

Soon, Kitten.

Love,
Q.

My Darling Kitten,

I will be asleep very soon. The internet is out, and I can’t work anymore; frankly, I need to stop anyway. It’s been a long day. I suspect you are exhausted as well.

Find me in the morning, as soon as you can. I have missed you all day. All weekend. I am more than eager for our schedules to get back to normal.

We have a lot of catching up to do. That excites me as much as it probably worries you. It excites me a great deal: I think about it all day.

Call me when you’re ready tomorrow. I want to hear your voice. Now sleep, so that you are rested for tomorrow.

Love, and lust, and all kinds of bad intentions,
YOUR
awful mean old brute of a dom,
Q

Kitten,

Your mean old dom is exhausted tonight, and may well be asleep before we can say hello.

But, tired or not, what I want, my sweet obedient Kitten, is you naked and on your knees on the floor at the foot of my bed. Kneeling, and servicing your dom. Just that, your lips sliding along my cock as I hold your head with my hand in your hair, rocking you slowly toward me and away, and telling you what a good girl you are, over and over. Slowly, endlessly, as I watch you do exactly as you’re told.

Just that, until I come in your throat.

Goodnight, my dear little Kitten.

Love,
Q.

My Dear Lovely Kitten,

Unless I’m called out to retrieve a child late tonight — it’s a little unclear exactly what the overnight plans are — I’ll be turning in very early. I’ve put in a long, productive day, and I’m looking forward to another like it tomorrow. So, unless I’m doing taxi duty, this will probably be goodnight.

I have enjoyed our recent, relatively relaxed get-togethers, Kitten. I like you pressed nakedly against me. I like running my fingers down your back, and touching you possessively. I like taking small liberties with my little sub’s body. I think it’s good we have some of those relaxed times: your poor little body shouldn’t be left battered and bruised every time we’re together. Many times, but not every time.

But, next time, it seems likely that’s what’s going to happen. Because relaxed is nice, but there are some things I really enjoy doing to you that we haven’t taken the time to do lately, and I think it’s time to get back to that.

I’m picturing you right now, Kitten, on your hands and knees on the bed, your shoulder pressed against the mattress, your lovely bottom raised up to me. I imagine that you’ve already come twice that way, and you’re about to come twice more. I barely let you pause as I slowly drive my cock deep into your ass.

“Again, Kitten. Come for me again. Now.”

You make that cute little expression you make, something between a grimace and a flash of annoyance — not quite anger and most importantly, well short of defiance. And then you do as you’re told, because you know that I don’t care if you’re tired or sore, and you know I won’t change my mind.

“Good Kitten. Just like that. Don’t stop until you come. And come when you’re ready.”

That’s the rule, Kitten: you get to come when you’re ready, when I fuck your ass. Other times, you come when you’re told and not before.

You are a wonderful, obedient sub. I can hardly wait until I have you again. Until, Kitten, be a good girl. You know what I like, how I want you to behave. Do as expected — knowing that I may ask you about it later.

And rest your little body, because I’m going to have you soon, and in every possible way.

Good girl.

Love,
Q.

Kitten,

A long day of physical exertion has left your brute exhausted. My whole body aches from the work. It’s a good feeling, all those big and little muscles hurting at once. I’ll sleep early and well tonight, after a glass of wine, so I almost certainly won’t be up tonight to chat. Find me tomorrow, when you can. And I’ll see you on Monday, of course.

My dear little one. I should feel cuddly and relaxed, given how sore I am, but I’m not. I feel like holding you down and thrusting slowly and deeply into you, watching as you gasp from the size of me inside you, or as you choke and gag as I push into your throat. I can see that perfectly, Kitten: you on your back, my hand on your neck holding your head still as I slowly and deeply fuck your mouth and throat, your little body writhing with the excitement.

It’s been a long time since I’ve insisted that you come with my cock in your mouth. Expect that to happen soon — probably the next time I have you. I particularly enjoy telling you not to stop sucking my cock, even when you come. I like giving you no rest at all, not even a moment to settle down as I keep driving my hard cock into your throat. And you, my dear obedient Kitten, always do as you’re told.

Yes, you should expect everything, the next time you’re here. I like to leave you sore for days, cursing me under your breath, but still satisfied by the knowledge that, however awful it was, you did it without complaining or resisting. You’re a wonderful sub, and you please your mean old dom every time we’re together.

I’m imagining you right now with ATYL the two of you naked and intertwined on the bed, oblivious to me sitting nearby watching you. I imagine standing up, finally, and walking over to the bed, and you both getting on your hands and knees and coming to me — as I so often tell you to do, Kitten, when I say “kneel on the bed to suck my cock. It’s a beautiful little fantasy, Kitten.

And we’ll have our beautiful little reality in a couple of days. And then more, a little later.

Go to bed early tonight, Kitten, and be rested. Try to get lots of rest this weekend, so that you start the week fresh and strong. Your dom is going to exhaust you.

Love,
Q